Title: Santa Baby
Author: roguemouse<13>
Beta: None. Was in a hurry, couldn't be arsed :D
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Blair/Chuck
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 417
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. The original characters belong to Josh Schwartz & Co. I took the liberty of using their work as inspiration. Written for fun, not for money. Period. Also: any characters/concepts that aren't original (read: mine) - belong to their respectable owners.
Warnings: Bit angst-y, bordering-on-hot Christmas drabble.
Spoilers: None major ones that I can think of.
Author Notes: This is queen_marie9's Christmas Request fic.
Ha, my first Gossip Girl fanfic. I wish I had more in me, but Chuck was being very uncooperative (too much whiskey and eggnog, I believe :D)
Anyway, I hope you like it, sweetie. I couldn't bring myself to write more angst than this. After all, it's Christmas, the time of laughter and joy! :D


Summary: It's seems a waste not to use this holiday occasion to "wow" your boyfriend with a perfectly stunning outfit. At least that's what Blair thinks, since she has to wear it anyway...



Blair sighed, easing out of her high heels and gladly burying her feet in the thick carpet.

She padded across the living room and peeked into the bedroom.

Chuck was sitting on the bed, his head perched against the headboard. The smile that spread across his face when he saw her was lazy and wicked.

“Santa baby,” he purred, leering up and down her slender frame, noticing everything, from the red low-cut sweater, to the red and white pinstriped stockings. Chuck licked his lips.

“Nice outfit,” he noted, more than slightly bemused. Blair noticed an almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the bedside table.

She gave a little twirl, smoothing out her red skirt lined with white fur. “Mom made me wear it. Charity event and all.” Her heart skipped a beat, when Chuck’s eyes widened with desire and his grin turned from wicked to lewd.

“Come here.” He motioned to her.

Reluctantly she obeyed, climbing onto the bed and crawling towards him.

Chuck grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding to grip firmly at her hips. He crushed his lips with a kiss, hard and wanting. She moaned into the kiss, running her tongue across his teeth and the inside of his mouth, tasting whiskey and cigar smoke, and something that was purely Chuck.

She grinned as her boyfriend sighed, air catching in his lungs, coming out loud and almost pleading. There’s was one thing Blair Waldorf was always good at – besides shopping for shoes – and that was kissing.

She broke from the bittersweet tangle of their mouths and looking deep into her boyfriends’ eyes, slid a hand under the hem of his shirt. His grip on her hips tightened even more.

Slowly, she took of his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

Blair was busy mapping the familiar span of pale porcelain skin, sucking and licking from neck to collarbone and further down, when Chuck… started snoring.

She leaned back and glared. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She muttered, flushed and frustrated, snatching off the Santa hat she still had on her head.

She tried to wake him up, but Chuck was completely wasted.

Mumbling curses under her nose, Blair changed into her silk nightshirt and slid under the covers.

“Grinch,” she hissed furiously at her passed out boyfriend.

Just before falling asleep, Blair made a Christmas wish.

She wished Chuck would wake up in the morning and try to have his way with her. Because then she could execute her revenge.

Blair Waldorf – the Ice Queen of the Upper East Side.