lexiesloan (lexiesloan) wrote,

I Just Haven’t Met You Yet (Blair Waldorf/Jackson Avery)

Title: I Just Haven’t Met You Yet (6/?)
Author: lexiesloan
Rating: M
Fandom: Gossip Girl/Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Blair Waldorf/Jackson Avery
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: A future fic. You’ll come out of nowhere and into my life.

THANK YOU to everyone who reads and encourages me. After this chapter was eaten by my computer, I really was not in the state of mind to continue this story. But I love Jackson and Blair and I have so much more story to tell. I hope everyone enjoys this update. If you read, please take the time to comment. Thank you. For Lisa :)


Chapter Six –


“Who’s Chuck?” Jackson asked.


Blair shook her head, shutting off her phone entirely and leaning over, she slid it back onto the nightstand. “Just a guy,” she answered. Understatement of the year she added to herself, closing her eyes for a moment. She then rolled onto her back, looking up at him as he continued staring at her. “He’s just a guy from New York. He doesn’t matter,” she did her best to assure him and deep down, there was a small realization of just how much she wanted those words to be true. She wanted Chuck to be just a guy. A guy of no importance. A guy from her past – not her future.


She lifted a hand, unable to stop herself from tracing Jackson’s lips with her index finger. He didn’t seem to mind though and his eyes remained locked with hers.


“Is he the guy you were going to leave for?” Jackson couldn’t help but ask even though he told himself not to. He knew that she was the kind of girl who would just clam up and not talk about anything if pushed to discuss something she didn’t want to and Jackson wanted her to keep talking. He had just had the best sex of his life with this girl and though talking about some other guy wasn’t ideal, at least she was talking and he could get to know a little bit more about her that an exchange of text messages couldn’t reveal.


Blair didn’t want to answer that. She was lying in bed with Jackson, not Chuck. She wanted to focus on Jackson. But she felt as if she should say something to assure him. Her finger dipped down to his chin, slowly trailing down his neck, over his Adam’s apple, and Jackson swallowed involuntarily at her touch.


“I’m glad I stayed,” she said and it was said so softly and yet so sincerely, Jackson couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her.


Her arms slipped around his shoulders, pulling him down until he was lying slightly on top of her and his lips slowly massaged hers, taking his time in tasting her. Blair closed her eyes and she felt herself turn herself entirely over to him. Every muscle and bone in her body melted away and all she could do was close her eyes and feel his body on top of hers, pinning her down to the mattress beneath her. She loved the feel of his entire body covering hers. She felt safe and she hadn’t felt that in so long. She didn’t know if she had ever felt that before actually.


Jackson swept a hand over her soft cheek as tongue entered her mouth and she moaned, arching her back, her body pressing against his. He wanted her again – so damn much – but he didn’t know what she wanted and he didn’t want to push her into anything. Reluctantly, he pulled his head back from hers and he almost smiled as Blair immediately followed after him, capturing his lips again with hers, pulling him down for another kiss.


“Blair,” he murmured against her lips. “I don’t… I have to go out and get more condoms if we’re...”


Blair shook her head, tightening her arms around him at the same time she spread her legs. She didn’t know what was going on with her. She couldn’t get enough of him. Chuck may have taught her all about sex but Jackson was the one to benefit from it. When she had been with Chuck, she had never felt truly comfortable and had fallen back on skimpy lingerie and role-playing. With Jackson though, she wanted him and she wanted him right now. No foreplay. No wondering if she was doing something wrong. Jackson was kissing her and his hand was between her thighs – Blair gasping as his fingers touched her – and for once, she felt completely comfortable lying in a bed with a man, naked and letting him see her.


“I’m on the pill,” she managed to tell him, her heart pounding, her chest panting and Jackson blinked at her. She nodded, running her tongue along the roof of her mouth, trying to rid herself of some of the dryness. “I just wanted to be safe. It’s okay though. I want you.”


And then, as if that was the answer to everything he possibly wanted to know, Jackson kissed her again and then he was guiding himself inside of her, Blair crying out sharply as he stretched her body open to accept him. He went completely still, thinking that he might have hurt her, but then her hand was on the back of his neck and she was yanking him down for another kiss. She lifted her legs, kicking the bed sheets away and then wrapping them around his waist, causing him to sink deeper inside of her.


“You feel so damn good, baby,” Jackson murmured, again having no problem using the pet-name sentiment. Blair didn’t seem to mind again as her back bowed slightly and her hips lifted to meet his.


“Jackson,” Blair gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders and he thrust inside of her, his entire length now buried deep within her. “God, you’re huge.”


Jackson smiled before his lips trailed from her mouth down her cheek to the side of her throat. “Hopefully, you’ll get used to it,” he spoke before thinking and he felt his body stiffen slightly at the implication of his words.


Blair blinked up at the ceiling, feeling him on top of her, his lips on her throat and his cock deep inside of her, stretching and filling her in ways that Chuck was never able to. Again, she felt that warmth spread from her heart to the rest of her body. “I hope I get used to it,” she whispered then, closing her eyes as if she was making a silent wish to the stars she couldn’t see, and Jackson stilled for just a moment before she felt his lips curve into a smile against the corner of her jaw. She smiled too but then Jackson brought his hips back and thrusted back inside of her body and she moaned.


The rhythm between them was slow and steady. Jackson loved her with his whole body, his hands touching her, his hips pressing against hers, and he listened to every sound she made. Gasps and moans and whispers of his name. He took the time to educate himself on what she liked and didn’t like. There was the angle change that had her practically squealing when his pelvis brushed across her clit. She seemed to love that. He nipped at the skin on her skin which made her wince and her brow furrow but then he soothed it over with his tongue and she released a soft sigh of pleasure. He wanted to know everything about her and everything he learned, he filed away for later use because there would be later use.


He didn’t want this moment to end. He didn’t know what was going to happen when she went back to New York and he remained in Seattle. It was too early to think about, let alone talk about it but Jackson found the thought unable to leave his mind. Long distance relationships would never work. He wouldn’t know since he had never attempted on but could what they had even be called a relationship? And would it be something that Blair would want to continue? Jackson knew that he did – whatever it was.


What was this anyway? He had no idea. He knew what the logical side of his brain wanted to think. He and Blair were just two people who had met by chance in an airport bar and were now fucking. That’s all it was. It wasn’t anything and it wasn’t going to be. What could possibly come of it? They didn’t know anything about each other except the barest of facts. And she wasn’t going to stay in Seattle – why should she? – and he wasn’t going to go to New York – why should he?


Their bodies were slamming against each other now and he pushed himself up on his knees, his hands gripping her hips as he sped up. Her moans and cries grew louder and Jackson stared at her, feeling her soaking tight heat grip him, driving him to the near brink of insanity. He knew he couldn’t take much more of this. But she was close, too.


And when she came, screaming his name, and her body tensing, shaking and arching from the bed, Jackson watched her, not even able to blink. It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen or heard. And he definitely wanted to do with her again. And again and again. He wanted to do it as many times as they could before she left.


When he leaned down and kissed her again, her lips trembling against his, he allowed himself one fleeting thought. He didn’t want her to leave.



After sex and a few hours of much needed sleep, Jackson went home to shower and change and Blair did the same in her hotel room. Dressed in a green Catherine Malandrino dress and her favorite pair of black BCBG Max Azaria heels, she went down to the lobby where Jackson was waiting for her in a pair of blue jeans and a tee-shirt and though she wasn’t expecting him to be, she was so happy that he wasn’t wearing a bow tie. When he saw her, he burst into a smile and she smiled too, almost skipping across the grand marble floor to get to him.


In her heels, she was more of his height but she was still short enough where he had to lean down and he kissed her as if this was normal and natural and they were a couple, dating, instead of two strangers who had just had intense sex with each other. Blair didn’t mind though. It felt nice. Everything with Jackson did. When he reached for her hand, another action that it felt as if he had done thousands of times with her, Blair was still smiling and she was the one to interlace their fingers.


“I need to tell you something,” Jackson said once they had left the hotel and stepped onto the sidewalk outside.


It was cold out but not too cold and after being cooped up in an airplane and then a hotel room for hours on end, the sharp, brisk air felt good on Blair’s skin. She inhaled a greedy lungful and it pricked her lungs. It felt good – the mixture of cold from the weather and warmth from Jackson.


“Now that you’ve been with me, you never want to see me again?” She said, a small smile pulling at one corner of her mouth to show that she was just teasing but it didn’t reach her eyes and Jackson stopped walking abruptly, staring at her.


She felt her stomach tighten and her heart lump in her throat. She wasn’t sure if she liked the way he was looking at her. She couldn’t read his eyes. She hadn’t been able to read Chuck’s either and it had always made her feel so uncertain about everything whenever he stared at her with the same intensity Jackson was now using to look at her.


“Lexie gave me a call when I was at my place and she and Mark are having lunch at this small place I usually meet them at,” he said, choosing to ignore her previous statement. “I will do whatever you want to do and I told her I might be there. I don’t want to put you in a position though where you wouldn’t feel comfortable in.”


“I would love to meet Lexie and Mark,” Blair managed a small smile, meaning it but still nervous about her previous comment.


There was some truth behind it. She felt that once men got what they wanted from her, they left. Anytime Serena was available and needed him, Nate disappeared and Chuck… she hated that her mind always went back to him but she couldn’t help it. For the longest time, he had been such a part of her and he had imbedded himself into her mind so every word, every thought, every action of hers, he was behind it.  


She had felt so drained by the time their relationship came to an end and she realized that she was only twenty-two. She had felt so much older for so long. When she had been with Chuck, it had always been all about Chuck and his life and how he needed her to be. She had done anything and everything for him in order to help him that she had put her own life on hold. When they had broken up, she realized that she didn’t known what to do with herself. She had moved out of her mother’s home and had gotten her own apartment, with the help from the trust fund her parents set up for her and that she had received when she was twenty-one, and then she had gotten a job after college graduation – the kind of job that she loved and had always wanted for herself. She had forgotten all about that though when she had been with Chuck. She had forgotten about all of the plans she had spent her entire life making for herself.


“Don’t you think it’s too soon to be meeting friends though?” She then teased and this time, Jackson grinned, seeing the joke reach her eyes.


“They’re gonna love you,” he assured her, squeezing her hand. Blair smiled and her eyes naturally looked at the mannequins in the windows of the Barney’s store they walked past dressed in the newest Marc Jacobs fashions. Jackson noticed. “We can go in if you want.”


Blair smiled, almost laughed, and shook her head. “I spent too much time shopping in Tokyo and if I’m going to go to Barney’s, I’ll wait until I get home again.”


“Yeah. I bet Seattle pales in comparison to New York,” he said.


“Most places do,” she said matter-of-factly and then pulling her hand from his, she slipped her arm through his and rested her cheek against him as they walked. She felt so comfortable with him. “I believe you did mention when we first met that that Seattle has an art museum.”


Jackson grinned. “Yeah, we can definitely do that. They have a special Andy Warhol exhibit up right now. Do you like him?”


“I enjoy some of his work.”


“Let me guess. Your favorite kind of art is… impressionism.”


She smiled, tilting her head up at him. “Am I that obvious?”


They stopped on a corner and Jackson reached over, hitting the pedestrian signal button. “Not at all,” he shook his head. “It’s just something I can tell. Working at the Met must be perfect for you.”


“I love it,” she said. Something occurred to her though. “How old are you?”


The question made him smirk. “Twenty-six. You are legal, right?”


Now you ask me that?” She laughed. “Twenty-two.” They began walking again, across the street and turning a corner. "What kind of surgeon are you?”


“I’m still just a resident but I hope to be a trauma surgeon,” he replied.


“And what made you choose that?”


“Are we playing twenty questions?” Jackson looked at her, amused.


“I figure since you’ve been inside of me, a few questions wouldn’t hurt,” she said.


He shook his head. “I don’t mind. I want to get to know you.”


As they neared the Park Street Bistro, Jackson felt himself grow nervous though he hid it from Blair. He was close to his family. Most of them still lived on the east coast in Boston and he didn’t talk to them often. Since Mercy West merged with Seattle Grace, he and Lexie d slowly forged a friendship and with Lexie came Mark and Jackson, one day, found that they were the two closest friends that he had.


He had never introduced them to any of the women he dated and they definitely hadn’t met up for lunch before. Those other women, they hadn’t meant anything to him. It wasn’t as if Jackson shied away from commitment. Quite the opposite actually. But he knew that dating those women – nurses and residents – wasn’t going to lead to anything so he hadn’t bothered them bringing them around Mark and Lexie like they would. The instant he walked in with Blair and he introduced them to her, they would know that this meant something – to Jackson, at least.


It was almost noon at the bistro was slightly crowded with a lunch crowd. They still held hands as they waited in line to order and Blair looked at the display cases that housed breads and fruit and pastries and she then studied the chalkboard menus hanging above the cash register. With Jackson’s height, he was able to spot Lexie and Mark easily, sitting at a table in the corner next to the large front window, sharing kisses and smiles over their lunches.


He took a deep breath, looking back towards Blair. “You’re hungry?”


“Those croissants looks amazing,” Blair nodded.




Jackson took a deep breath, giving Blair’s hand a squeeze, and he then turned his head, looking to see that he had been spotted and Lexie was smiling and waving. He smiled in return and once he had placed their order at the cash register and paid – a ham and cheese Panini for him and a fruit salad and croissant for Blair – he led them through the people and tables until he had reached theirs and both Mark and Lexie stood up to greet him. They noticed that he was holding hands with Blair almost immediately.


“Hey,” Jackson greeted simply, trying to figure out how to do this, but then Blair, who had been looking at Mark closely, gasped.


“Dr. Sloan?” She asked, slightly unsure.


It took Mark a moment, staring at her, but then he smiled. “Blair Waldorf.” He then broke out into a grin when she nodded. “It’s been a few years, hasn’t it?”


“You promised me breasts when I turned eighteen,” Blair laughed.


“And how old are you now?” Mark asked.




“Damn,” Mark smirked. “I’m a little late on those.” He then looked at Lexie, who was watching the scene with a smile and curiosity in her eyes, and he slid an arm around her shoulders. “Lex, this is Blair Waldorf, an old acquaintance from New York. Blair, this is my wife, Lexie.”


“It’s so nice to meet you,” Lexie smiled warmly and Blair immediately smiled in return, shaking Lexie’s outstretched hand.


Blair liked to think that she could read people the instant she met them and there was one word in her mind as she and Lexie smiled at one another and for Lexie Sloan, that word was kind. She seemed like such a genuinely kind woman – no malice or hidden intentions behind her. She was certainly a rare entity in Blair’s opinion.


“I’ve heard so much about you both from Jackson,” Blair said and as if they had completely forgotten about him for the few seconds, Lexie and Mark looked at him again, curiosity in their eyes. He could tell that they wanted to ask so many questions about this.


“You didn’t tell me you knew Mark,” Jackson said to her.


Blair shrugged. “You never told me Mark and Lexie’s last name,” she reminded him. “Dr. Sloan was plastic surgeon to almost all of the women on the Upper East Side. When my father left, my mother went to see Dr. Sloan for a facelift.” She then looked at Mark again. “Everyone was devastated when you left New York.”


“Yeah,” Mark said and then cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I found something better here than anywhere,” he then pulled Lexie in closely and she blushed up at him before he kissed her.


Blair watched the sweet scene with a faint smile and yes, a pang of envy stabbed her heart. She looked at Jackson and he looked back at her. He returned her small smile and then rolled his eyes, making her giggle. He grinned before ushering her to the table, holding a chair out for her. Blair kept looking at him as he sat down in the chair next to her. Mark and Lexie were still standing, still in their own little world of whispers and kisses, and Blair took the opportunity to truly look at Jackson though she wasn’t sure what she saw. Was he just going to be a fling? A story she told when Serena teased her for never being adventurous with her sexual side? Or was this leading to something that she had never planned on and therefore, had never foreseen for herself ever happening.


She lifted a hand to his cheek and he smiled. “I have two days in Seattle before I fly back to New York,” she said. His smile faded but their eyes remained locked. “In two days, we should talk.”


Jackson nodded and then took her hand from his cheek and held onto it tightly. He didn’t ask what they should talk about. He knew. And though he knew, and he wanted to hear what she had to say about all of this, he was also dreading it. He already had a feeling that they were on two completely different pages.


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