Story: "French Kiss"

Author: edwestwick (Ana)

Pairing: Chuck/Blair

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gossip Girl or movie French Kiss.

Summary: After being left by her boyfriend Blair Waldorf goes to France to get him back. But what will happen when she meets not really honest guy who will not leave her alone? Based on the movie 'French kiss'.

Hi! Sorry it wasn't sooner but I was busy with Christmas and oneshots for my Secret Santa gifts =) Hope you'll like it and thanks for reviews on the last chapter!

Chuck Bass thought he couldn't sit better. This woman was not only the most beautiful girl he has ever seen but she made his time on the plane more entertaining then some blonde flight assistant he would normally find. And if that's not enough she was perfect 'victim' like he liked to call it. He needed someone to complete his plan and no one would think anything bad about someone who looked perfect like her. She was fun to be with during flight for sure he decided after five minutes. Now they were going to take off and she was all panicked, holding her seat that strong that her knuckles turned white.

'Oh, God. I don't think I can do this.' She said it like few hundreds times taking deep breaths. Well he will have to distract her.

'Did you ever think that maybe it is not the airplane?'

'What's not the airplane?' She said annoyed.

'That maybe it is something else you're afraid of?' He asked raising his eyebrows.

'What are you talking about?' She asked rolling her eyes. But at least she stopped holding the seat.

'Do I have to say it?'

'Will I be able to stop you?'

'Well, it is obvious to me, it's not the plane you're afraid of. I know your type.'

'What type is that?' She asked like she thought he wouldn't dare to replay.

'You're afraid to live. To really live.' He told her like it was obvious. Which it was for him.

'Oh, God.' She moaned with frustration.

'You are afraid of life. You are afraid of love. You are afraid of sex.' And he could help her with the last he was sure.

'That is ridiculous.' He just smirked at her.

'I can tell from looking at your face. And the way you dress and your little white buttons all the way up there...' He continued trying to unbutton one of them at her neck. Really she should show much more if he was to say so.

'Get away.' She shrugged his hand off.

'You're that kind of woman in bed... You're waiting under the covers, the light is going off. Then, like a rabbit...' He knew it would get her all worked up and he was right.

'What? What is the matter with you?' She snapped at him.

'I know...' He wanted to say something else but she didn't let him.

'You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. You don't know what I do...'

'You are afraid.' He managed to add quickly before she started again.

'And Natie never complained. Stop it. There were those couple of months where I just didn't feel like it. But that was a long time ago and I was in-between important fashion shows. Yes. And for you to sit there with that smug expression and tell me that I have a problem. Look at you. Just some impolite and disgusting Frenchman.' He just sat there watching her with amusement and still amazement as she never stopped to take a breath. Finally he managed to say something.

'Look. What a fantastic view.' He pointed at the window with a smile. She turned around and spotted they were in the air and indeed the view was amazing. And she didn't even panicked when they took off as she was too busy arguing with this Basshole. Well at least he was useful for something with his stupid comments.

'Now if you will excuse me, I must go do as nature intended.' He said after a while standing up and leaving her alone.

After he left the toilette he stood in the corner and was going to smoke when some brown haired flight attendant interrupted him.

'Sir, I'm sorry. There's no smoking on this plane.' He nodded.

'OK. Then can I have two glasses of scotch?' She handed him two and he went back to his seat.

He sat down and drunk his drink for a while feeling her eyes on him. He knew she wanted to ask him something and was going to tell her to do it already when she finally did.

'Excuse me. Can I ask you something? It's Charles, isn't it?' God he hated when someone called him that. Only his father ever did.

'Chuck.'

'Charles.' She repeated probably to annoy him.

'Chuck.' He said again clutching his glass tighter.

'Chuck.' She said rolling her brown eyes.

'You want to ask me something or not?' He asked when she was silent for few moments.

'No. Forget it.' He shrugged.

'I forget already.' She seemed to think about something and then making the decision asked.

'This is the thing. When we were taking off and you said all that stuff, did you mean it or were you trying to make me angry? I mean, do I look like that kind of person who doesn't know how to have a good time?'

'You were how old when you lost it?'
'It? What it?'

'You know. It. Your flower.'

'My flower? My flower is none of your business.' She said with disgust. He rolled his eyes and handed her one glass.

'I ask you because you know, some people, they rush toward the fateful moment, their body is bursting to discover. Others, they guard it like some precious gift, and they wait and wait and wait.' He really didn't understand them but she looked like one to want candles and flowers.

'You, I suppose, rushed?'

'Well...' He said raising his eyebrow and opened his mouth to continue with details. She quickly put her hand on his mouth.

'No, stop now. I have a picture in my mind. It's very clear. Just how young were you?' She asked not sure why she wanted to know.

'Fourteen.' He said sounding proud. Well she was sure for someone so heinous like him it was something to be proud of.

'Fourteen?'

'No, you are right. I was thirteen. Georgina. She was a putain. A prostitute. She lived just outside of my town. Just by a little bridge. She was not beautiful' He said little disgusted by thinking of this slut 'but she had this mouth... There was another world waiting there. But I did not have the money for the kissing, only for the... you know.'

'I don't understand.' She said with furrowed brows.

'To kiss a prostitute, it costs more. That's how it always been.'

'Well, that makes sense. A kiss is so intimate. I mean you could probably disconnect from everything else, but a kiss... Two people's lips together, their breath, a little bit of their soul.' She was speaking with dreamy expression on her face. He only stared at her so she just ended with 'All I mean is that a kiss is where the romance is.' She took a gulp from her glass.

'That is what I thought back then. So the next day, I stole the money from my brother Carter. I went back and kissed Georgina for half an hour. It was very good.' He then looked at her. 'Now you.'

'Now me what?'

‘Your turn. I tell you. Now you tell me. I am all ears.' He said handing her refilled drink. She seemed nervous.

'All right, yeah. No, I didn't... I didn't rush. You were right. But I didn't hide from it either. I wanted it to be great. I was...' He looked at her waiting for her answer. 'Seventeen. My first boyfriend. In my bedroom when my mother was away for business. He was... Ok so my first time was bad. But since then, it's been good and then I found somebody special, so it was great.' She ended with this dreamy face again. 'Can I ask you something?' She asked unsure. He nodded interested.

'Do you believe in love, the kind that lasts for ever?' He knew she would believe in this shit.

'I loved my mother.' He replayed. She shook her head.

'No. Everybody loves their mothers. Even people who hate their mothers, love their mothers. The question is, one man meant for one woman. That is the question.' She really believed it? How could someone has just one chick when he could have them all? Well he certainly wasn't going to find out. And he could as well tell her this.

'But it is not an interesting question. It is the question of a little girl who believes in fairy tales.'

'No. It's an everyone question. It's a question everybody thinks they have the answer to until one day... something happens.'

'Something happened?' He asked with mocking tone. She just laughed sarcastically.

'I understand. One love for you would be like having to eat home for the rest of your life. And you probably like to go out to a different restaurant every chance you get.'

He just shrugged and excused himself again. He closed the door after himself and took out his plant. Really it was brilliant idea to hide it in the small plant. No one would suspect anything. He put it on the sink and got out the necklace to check if everything is ok with it. He had to admit this whatever her name was lady had good taste. He quickly hid it again and walked out as they were leaving the plane. It was all too perfect he thought when after his return he spotted her asleep. He looked to check if no one was near and shoved his bundle in her bag.

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