Re: Sangre Azul (Gossip Girl XO, UC,Mature) Ch 17 3-26-09
Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 7:09 pm
Sorry for the delay, but here's the next chapter!!! Thanks for all of the reviews!!!
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Chapter Seventeen:
Elizabeth smiled as Chuck pushed in her seat for her as her eyes roamed the room, “Where are we?” She asked curiously as she looked up at him with an innocent smile.
For a second, Chuck was stunned. He had never seen such an innocent smile before. Everyone he ever met had always wanted something from him. Innocent smiles were never innocent and in fact, they were rarely actual smiles. They were mere tools the people around him used to get him to do what they wanted. But Elizabeth’s smile was clearly genuine and Chuck felt his lips upturn slightly. She was so… refreshing compared to all the women he had known.
“Just a little restaurant I like to go to. It’s my favorite. Very low key,” He responded as he sat down himself.
“Low key?” She raised an eyebrow, “And it’s your favorite?”
Charles chuckled, “Contrary to popular belief, I do like to have down time by myself on occasion,” Chuck smiled as he heard Elizabeth’s tinkling laugh.
“I bet Gossip Girl would love to get her hands on a picture of this infamous Bass downtime,” She teased.
“I bet,” He drawled his reply as he heard the sliding door open. Once he and Elizabeth had entered the restaurant, the host had taken them straight to a private back room to enjoy peace and quiet away from the masses.
“Sir, Ma’am. Your menus,” The waiter spoke with a thick French accent as he set down the menus in front of them, “I shall come back in a minute for your orders.”
Elizabeth watched the man as he walked to the door and left. She felt Chuck’s eyes on her and she held back a smile.
“Should I be jealous?” Chuck asked with his small half smile on his face, his eyes showing that he was only partially serious.
Elizabeth turned to look at him before tilting her head to the side in inquiry, “Do you think that man was really French?”
Chuck couldn’t stop the wide grin that spread across his face as he replied to her surprising question, “I think that this is a French restaurant and that it doesn’t matter whether he is French or not, so long as he sounds French.”
“Yes, but that’s my point!” Elizabeth waved her hand to illustrate her point, “Is he really French? Or is it a complete lie made up to go with the restaurant? Don’t you ever wonder about the truth about people?”
Chuck’s smile faded as he looked her in the eye seriously, “All the time,” He told her, “But this is the Upper East Side, darling. No one is telling the truth. Everyone is lying and hiding something behind their closed doors,” He continued with a small smile to take the edge off what he was telling her.
“And you?” She whispered, “Are you hiding? Do you lie?”
“All the time,” Charles whispered to her.
Elizabeth blinked, taken aback by his honesty, “But you’re telling me the truth now. You aren’t hiding.”
Chuck blinked as his brow furrowed, “That’s true. But that’s because you’re special. You don’t lie to me so I’ve decided that I won’t lie to you.”
“A little lie can be a good thing,” She countered.
His lips twitched up, “I agree. But for the big things, truth is what’s important,” He slid closer to her as he leaned over the table, “Just out of curiosity, exactly what are you trying to prove?”
She smiled as she looked away, “Excuse me?” Elizabeth asked with faux innocence.
Chuck laughed as he leaned back in his chair, “Alright, if that’s how you want to play this, I won’t argue.”
The door slid open once more and the waiter came in, “Your orders?”
Chuck smirked as Liz hastily opened her menu and scanned the pages, “We’ll have Gougeres and Brie pastries as appetizers, if that’s alright with you?” He asked Elizabeth.
Elizabeth pinked as both Chuck and the waiter stared at her, “Yes, that’s fine.”
Charles nodded, “And if it is also alright with you, I’d prefer if you didn’t serve wine tonight.”
Once again, she nodded her agreement, her eyes furrowed in confusion. Since when did Chuck Bass not want to drink?
“I’ll have the roasted beef tenderloin,” Chuck finished his order as he then gestured for the waiter to turn toward Liz.
“Uhm, I’d like the braised orange chicken, please.”
The waiter nodded, “How would you like it cooked?”
“Bleu,” She replied.
The waiter picked up their menus and silently walked out leaving Liz to stare at Chuck in shock.
“No wine?” She asked.
He raised an eyebrow, “If you’d like some, I can call him back…?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” She waved away, “I just want to know why you don’t want any.”
Charles reached over to hold her hand in his own, “I don’t want tonight to be tainted by the drunkenness of alcohol.”
Elizabeth blinked, stunned by his response. That was the sweetest thing he had ever said to her. Granted, Chuck didn’t say many sweet things to her, but still. She felt a soft smile creep onto her mouth as she ducked her head and to stare embarrassedly at the napkin before her.
She itched to remove her hand from his grasp in order to fidget with them, but she forced herself to remain steady. Normally, she had no problems with her composure around others, but Chuck just had a way of making her feel unsettled… and she found that she rather liked that about him.
“So, what are you going to tell them?” Elizabeth inquired, desperate to take her mind off the warmth of his hands on hers.
“Tell who?” He asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Your friends, your family. Are you going to tell them about us?” She clarified as she felt herself regain her footing in the conversation. Chuck Bass would not keep the upper hand all night, she’d make sure of it.
“Hmm,” Chuck mused as he reluctantly let go of her hand and leaned back in his chair to think.
Elizabeth let out an inaudible sigh. She wasn’t sure if she was thankful for her hands back, free to fidget under the table, or if she missed the warmth, the connection, his hands provided.
“Yes, I suppose I do need to bring it up soon, don’t I?” He mused aloud, his sharp eyes catching her body language with ease.
Interesting, he mused, I make her quite uncomfortable. He smirked at the thought. That could be fun.
“You haven’t mentioned me at all?” She asked, a little hurt. She had brought him over for dinner with her family, but he didn’t even mention her name?
Chuck smiled easily as he reached over to run a finger down her forearm in a soft whisper of a touch that sent shivers down her back as she fought the urge to jump or blush, “I haven’t really had a need to. Gossip Girl insured that everyone knew about us before there really even was an us. Nathaniel knows, Serena knows, I’m sure Lily and Eric both know by now as well. Who else is there?” He asked, even though he knew of two more people that needed to know about their relationship… but he decided to leave Blair for a later day, which of course left his father.
“But you haven’t told them anything? You, not gossip,” She asked.
Chuck pursed his lips in contemplation, “I’ve spoken with Nathaniel, but no one else. You bring up a fair point.”
Liz smiled, happy to have won that round before her smile slipped off in shock.
“You should come over to meet them tomorrow.”
Elizabeth blinked in surprise, “You’re inviting me to meet your…”
“Family,” Chuck supplied, amused at her reaction.
“Are you-“ She was cut off by the door opening.
“I apologize for the delay,” The waiter said as he set down the two cheese appetizers and set down iced waters in front of the couple.
As soon as the waiter walked out, Chuck turned back to his girlfriend, “Sure?”
Elizabeth blinked in confusion.
He smiled as he clarified, “You said ‘are you’ and I said ‘sure?’. Yes, I am sure that I want you to meet my family. After all, fair is fair, is it not? I met your family, you get the distinct… pleasure of meeting mine.”
Elizabeth’s happy smile faded, “Is that why you are doing this? Because I invited you to meet grandma and grandfather?”
“You misunderstand, Elizabeth,” Chuck replied, “I merely meant that the awkwardness and worry I went through, which you so thoroughly mocked, when I met your grandparents is now left to you. The tables have turned, darling.”
She felt a smile creep across her face at his daring words.The tables have turned, have they? We’ll have to see about that…
Chuck smiled as he read the challenge in her eyes and the fierce glare of determination. He hid his smile behind the glass of water, but that did nothing to hide his excitement. Who needed the thrill of the chase, when the hunt is so much better.
Well, it seems that our newest favorite couple is doing much better than we thought. We all know that Bass loves the chase and that once the thrill is gone, so is he, but it seems that Chuck found a new way to stay interested. The thrill of the hunt, the one on one interaction between the predator stalking its prey and the baby lamb, new to the city, that knows it’s being hunted as thinks of ways to escape. The real question in this scenario is, however, does the prey want to escape and is the hunter planning on killing said prey? Who ever heard of the lion falling for the lamb?... This isn’t Twilight and there aren’t any vampires or werewolves to rescue our little lamb, so the question soon becomes what do you do when the world is falling around your head and the lamb you wanted turns out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing?
Sorry, Chuck Bass, but maybe Elizabeth Van Leih isn’t quite the girl you thought she was.
You Know You Love Me
XOXO
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Chapter Seventeen:
Elizabeth smiled as Chuck pushed in her seat for her as her eyes roamed the room, “Where are we?” She asked curiously as she looked up at him with an innocent smile.
For a second, Chuck was stunned. He had never seen such an innocent smile before. Everyone he ever met had always wanted something from him. Innocent smiles were never innocent and in fact, they were rarely actual smiles. They were mere tools the people around him used to get him to do what they wanted. But Elizabeth’s smile was clearly genuine and Chuck felt his lips upturn slightly. She was so… refreshing compared to all the women he had known.
“Just a little restaurant I like to go to. It’s my favorite. Very low key,” He responded as he sat down himself.
“Low key?” She raised an eyebrow, “And it’s your favorite?”
Charles chuckled, “Contrary to popular belief, I do like to have down time by myself on occasion,” Chuck smiled as he heard Elizabeth’s tinkling laugh.
“I bet Gossip Girl would love to get her hands on a picture of this infamous Bass downtime,” She teased.
“I bet,” He drawled his reply as he heard the sliding door open. Once he and Elizabeth had entered the restaurant, the host had taken them straight to a private back room to enjoy peace and quiet away from the masses.
“Sir, Ma’am. Your menus,” The waiter spoke with a thick French accent as he set down the menus in front of them, “I shall come back in a minute for your orders.”
Elizabeth watched the man as he walked to the door and left. She felt Chuck’s eyes on her and she held back a smile.
“Should I be jealous?” Chuck asked with his small half smile on his face, his eyes showing that he was only partially serious.
Elizabeth turned to look at him before tilting her head to the side in inquiry, “Do you think that man was really French?”
Chuck couldn’t stop the wide grin that spread across his face as he replied to her surprising question, “I think that this is a French restaurant and that it doesn’t matter whether he is French or not, so long as he sounds French.”
“Yes, but that’s my point!” Elizabeth waved her hand to illustrate her point, “Is he really French? Or is it a complete lie made up to go with the restaurant? Don’t you ever wonder about the truth about people?”
Chuck’s smile faded as he looked her in the eye seriously, “All the time,” He told her, “But this is the Upper East Side, darling. No one is telling the truth. Everyone is lying and hiding something behind their closed doors,” He continued with a small smile to take the edge off what he was telling her.
“And you?” She whispered, “Are you hiding? Do you lie?”
“All the time,” Charles whispered to her.
Elizabeth blinked, taken aback by his honesty, “But you’re telling me the truth now. You aren’t hiding.”
Chuck blinked as his brow furrowed, “That’s true. But that’s because you’re special. You don’t lie to me so I’ve decided that I won’t lie to you.”
“A little lie can be a good thing,” She countered.
His lips twitched up, “I agree. But for the big things, truth is what’s important,” He slid closer to her as he leaned over the table, “Just out of curiosity, exactly what are you trying to prove?”
She smiled as she looked away, “Excuse me?” Elizabeth asked with faux innocence.
Chuck laughed as he leaned back in his chair, “Alright, if that’s how you want to play this, I won’t argue.”
The door slid open once more and the waiter came in, “Your orders?”
Chuck smirked as Liz hastily opened her menu and scanned the pages, “We’ll have Gougeres and Brie pastries as appetizers, if that’s alright with you?” He asked Elizabeth.
Elizabeth pinked as both Chuck and the waiter stared at her, “Yes, that’s fine.”
Charles nodded, “And if it is also alright with you, I’d prefer if you didn’t serve wine tonight.”
Once again, she nodded her agreement, her eyes furrowed in confusion. Since when did Chuck Bass not want to drink?
“I’ll have the roasted beef tenderloin,” Chuck finished his order as he then gestured for the waiter to turn toward Liz.
“Uhm, I’d like the braised orange chicken, please.”
The waiter nodded, “How would you like it cooked?”
“Bleu,” She replied.
The waiter picked up their menus and silently walked out leaving Liz to stare at Chuck in shock.
“No wine?” She asked.
He raised an eyebrow, “If you’d like some, I can call him back…?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” She waved away, “I just want to know why you don’t want any.”
Charles reached over to hold her hand in his own, “I don’t want tonight to be tainted by the drunkenness of alcohol.”
Elizabeth blinked, stunned by his response. That was the sweetest thing he had ever said to her. Granted, Chuck didn’t say many sweet things to her, but still. She felt a soft smile creep onto her mouth as she ducked her head and to stare embarrassedly at the napkin before her.
She itched to remove her hand from his grasp in order to fidget with them, but she forced herself to remain steady. Normally, she had no problems with her composure around others, but Chuck just had a way of making her feel unsettled… and she found that she rather liked that about him.
“So, what are you going to tell them?” Elizabeth inquired, desperate to take her mind off the warmth of his hands on hers.
“Tell who?” He asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Your friends, your family. Are you going to tell them about us?” She clarified as she felt herself regain her footing in the conversation. Chuck Bass would not keep the upper hand all night, she’d make sure of it.
“Hmm,” Chuck mused as he reluctantly let go of her hand and leaned back in his chair to think.
Elizabeth let out an inaudible sigh. She wasn’t sure if she was thankful for her hands back, free to fidget under the table, or if she missed the warmth, the connection, his hands provided.
“Yes, I suppose I do need to bring it up soon, don’t I?” He mused aloud, his sharp eyes catching her body language with ease.
Interesting, he mused, I make her quite uncomfortable. He smirked at the thought. That could be fun.
“You haven’t mentioned me at all?” She asked, a little hurt. She had brought him over for dinner with her family, but he didn’t even mention her name?
Chuck smiled easily as he reached over to run a finger down her forearm in a soft whisper of a touch that sent shivers down her back as she fought the urge to jump or blush, “I haven’t really had a need to. Gossip Girl insured that everyone knew about us before there really even was an us. Nathaniel knows, Serena knows, I’m sure Lily and Eric both know by now as well. Who else is there?” He asked, even though he knew of two more people that needed to know about their relationship… but he decided to leave Blair for a later day, which of course left his father.
“But you haven’t told them anything? You, not gossip,” She asked.
Chuck pursed his lips in contemplation, “I’ve spoken with Nathaniel, but no one else. You bring up a fair point.”
Liz smiled, happy to have won that round before her smile slipped off in shock.
“You should come over to meet them tomorrow.”
Elizabeth blinked in surprise, “You’re inviting me to meet your…”
“Family,” Chuck supplied, amused at her reaction.
“Are you-“ She was cut off by the door opening.
“I apologize for the delay,” The waiter said as he set down the two cheese appetizers and set down iced waters in front of the couple.
As soon as the waiter walked out, Chuck turned back to his girlfriend, “Sure?”
Elizabeth blinked in confusion.
He smiled as he clarified, “You said ‘are you’ and I said ‘sure?’. Yes, I am sure that I want you to meet my family. After all, fair is fair, is it not? I met your family, you get the distinct… pleasure of meeting mine.”
Elizabeth’s happy smile faded, “Is that why you are doing this? Because I invited you to meet grandma and grandfather?”
“You misunderstand, Elizabeth,” Chuck replied, “I merely meant that the awkwardness and worry I went through, which you so thoroughly mocked, when I met your grandparents is now left to you. The tables have turned, darling.”
She felt a smile creep across her face at his daring words.The tables have turned, have they? We’ll have to see about that…
Chuck smiled as he read the challenge in her eyes and the fierce glare of determination. He hid his smile behind the glass of water, but that did nothing to hide his excitement. Who needed the thrill of the chase, when the hunt is so much better.
Well, it seems that our newest favorite couple is doing much better than we thought. We all know that Bass loves the chase and that once the thrill is gone, so is he, but it seems that Chuck found a new way to stay interested. The thrill of the hunt, the one on one interaction between the predator stalking its prey and the baby lamb, new to the city, that knows it’s being hunted as thinks of ways to escape. The real question in this scenario is, however, does the prey want to escape and is the hunter planning on killing said prey? Who ever heard of the lion falling for the lamb?... This isn’t Twilight and there aren’t any vampires or werewolves to rescue our little lamb, so the question soon becomes what do you do when the world is falling around your head and the lamb you wanted turns out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing?
Sorry, Chuck Bass, but maybe Elizabeth Van Leih isn’t quite the girl you thought she was.
You Know You Love Me
XOXO
Gossip Girl