lexiesloan (lexiesloan) wrote,

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

Title: I Just Haven’t Met You Yet (9/?)
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.

If you read, please comment and of course, enjoy!


Chapter Nine –


As she flew across the country from Seattle back to New York, Blair checked her email, responded back to a few, read through her newest issue of Vogue from cover to cover and did her best to keep herself from sitting there and thinking about how every passing second took her further and further away from Jackson. It was impossible though because no matter how hard she tried to distract herself, there was a hollowness that had creeped into her chest, taking up residence there and refusing to leave.


That morning, it had been almost impossible to find the motivation to leave. She had woken up after just a couple of hours of sleep after an exhausting night of sex with Jackson’s head between her thighs and his fingers curved around her hips. It had been a mind-blowing way to wake up but it only made it all the more difficult to push herself to leave. After he brought her to orgasm, she kissed him and rolled him onto his back and then she did something that she had rarely done before with Chuck and certainly not with Nate. She was worried that she would do it wrong but then, as she gently stroked and sucked him, his fingers tangled in her long hair and he kept grunting and groaning her name. And when he came, she swallowed – something she had definitely never done.


When she pressed a kiss to his sculpted abs and lifted her head, he was looking at her – his eyes so dark and intense, it made her body ache for him. He sat up then and captured her lips in a near bruising kiss and she could taste herself on his lips and she didn’t doubt that he could taste himself on hers. It was one of the most erotic experiences of her life and it wasn’t with Nate Archibald or Chuck Bass – two men, who at different times, she had believed to be the loves of her life. But instead, she was there, having it with Jackson Avery, a man – and he was very much a man – that she had only known for a month.


She tried not to think of how her flight was in a few hours and when he lifted her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing, she pushed it from her mind. He continued holding her and against the tiled wall of the shower in the bathroom, with the warm water cascading over their naked bodies, he stroked her body with his – filling her completely and staring at her intently. She forced herself to keep her eyes locked with his and she had never had sex like that. She felt closer to Jackson in those long minutes than she had ever felt with Chuck and that both terrified and excited her at the same time.


Instead of ordering room service, they got dressed and he helped her back and each taking one of her suitcases, they left the room and headed downstairs, riding the elevator in silence but her hand securely held in his, their fingers linked. They ate breakfast in the small restaurant located off of the hotel’s lobby and he sipped his coffee and she ate her croissant and they kept looking at one another but neither quite knew what to say. When they were finished, she took a deep breath and went to the front desk to check out, her stomach sinking to her feet as she handed over the key card and signed the final bill.


“You didn’t have to drive me,” she said as they drew neared to the airport and her heart thumped in her throat. Jackson looked at her from the corner of his eye but said nothing. Instead, he reached over and took hold of one of her hands. She held onto it tightly, not caring if she squeezing it. It scared her how much she didn’t want to let go.


“Can I ask a question?” He asked, switching on the windshield wipers as a light drizzle began to fall. She nodded, turning slightly in her seat towards him. He smiled, glancing at her before back at the road. “Don’t get me wrong because it makes things easier for me but do you own a pair of pants?”


She couldn’t help but smile and roll her eyes. “I think… in the back of my closet somewhere,” she said and he grinned, his hand releasing hers in favor to rest on her bare thigh, his hand so large, it almost could grasp the entire limb.


Blair leaned her head back against the headrest behind her and watched him as he drove, his index finger tapping on the inside of her thigh in time to the song playing over the radio, the way his entire body was relaxed, the way the grey sweater he was wearing hugged his built body – a body that Blair was more than familiar with now. She was going to miss him so much. She couldn’t believe how much she was going to miss this man. She had watched dozens of movies like this but she had never imagined such a thing to actually happen to her – the whirlwind romance.


She covered his hand with hers. He was always so warm. It fascinated her.


They arrived at Sea-Tac too soon and though she felt as if she should tell him that he could just drop her off, she didn’t protest when he pulled into the short-term parking garage and found an empty spot near the elevators. He helped her carry her bags and then he stood in line with her so she could retrieve her boarding pass and check her luggage. And then, with her hand securely captured in his, they walked towards the security – the point where he couldn’t follow.


“You still have an hour,” he noted, glancing at the watch on his wrist. She loved that he wore a watch instead of relying on his cell phone for the time. “What are you going to do?” He asked, looking at her as they stood in front of one another.


Blair smiled faintly. “I’m going to go sit in the bar where we first met,” she replied and the answer made him smile at her in return. 


He stared at her for a moment. “I don’t want you to go,” he then said suddenly and though the same thought had been racing through her mind all morning, his admission still took her by surprise. “I know you can’t stay,” he shook his head and his hold on her hands tightened. “But I don’t want you to go and I just wanted you to know that.”


Blair looked at him and though she had felt like it since she woke up, this time, tears began stinging her eyes. “I know I can’t stay but I wish I could,” she said, looking up at him, excruciating sadness pressing down on her chest and she didn’t know how they could do this over and over again – every time one of them visited the other.


Jackson hugged her then. He didn’t kiss her, except on the side of the head, and his arms were warm and tight around her and sometimes, a hug could be something so much better than a kiss. Blair closed her eyes, burying her nose in his shoulder, not wanting to forget a single thing about him or this moment. She felt more tears coming but she didn’t want to cry. She would get red in the face and blotchy and she didn’t want that way to be the last time Jackson saw her since neither were sure when one would be able to fly out again to see the other.


Jackson closed his own eyes as he hugged her. Letting her go was the last thing he wanted to do and if she had an hour until her flight, he wondered if she would mind if he just kept hugging her until then. When he thought back to the first time he saw her, sitting on that stool in the airport bar, a sad frown on her face and her mind a million miles away, he thought she was hot and beautiful and he never thought that this would be happening between them. He never would have thought that he would fall for a woman as quickly as he had fallen for Blair. It should have terrified him because although he had never really been afraid of commitment, he hadn’t been expecting it and Blair wasn’t his usual type of woman at all. Intelligent, beyond beautiful and sophisticated and clearly not the type who spread her legs for any guy that looked her way.


Was it normal to feel this? He felt so much and it was too soon, too fast and it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Was it? People didn’t meet in airport bars and strike up conversations and then less than a month later, decide to pursue a relationship while still barely knowing each other while not being able to let one another go. That happened in movies but not in real life and certainly not to him. And what was even more strange was a month ago, before the airport, before the bar and before he met Blair Waldorf for the first time, he thought he was fine. He thought he was better than fine. He was a surgical resident – one of the best and brightest the hospital had to offer – he was impressing his attendings and getting in on tons of surgeries, and he had no problem getting women. What did he have to complain about in his life?


But then he began speaking Japanese with Blair Waldorf and it suddenly all became glaringly clear what he was missing out on and it wasn’t just having a beautiful woman next to him in bed. It was having someone there at all.


Blair sighed softly when she felt his hand on the back of her head, his fingers in her hair, and she turned towards his neck, exhaling soft warm breaths on his skin. He tightened his arms around her. She had no idea how she was going to sleep tonight. She had slept with him every night for the past week and she had gotten used to it. She liked rolling over in the middle of the night and just knowing, even asleep, that she could reach out and he would be right there next to him.


She didn’t want to say it but she knew she had to. “I have to go,” she whispered.


Jackson’s arms almost immediately fell down from around her body and hung limply at his sides. She almost wished that he hadn’t been able to let go of her so easily though she knew that standing there in his embrace wasn’t an option.


“Call me as soon as you land,” he said, staring at her and she nodded, her throat dry.


“I love your eyes,” she blurted out randomly and he smiled, stepping towards her again.


This time, he kissed her, his hands on her head, his fingers tangled in her hair again. He had murmured late one night that he liked her hair when it was down and that morning, she hadn’t done anything fancy with it. She was very glad for that now as he kissed her, his fingers gripping some of the thick locks, tugging gently. Her lips parted and his tongue met hers and it didn’t matter that they were in the airport with people walking all around them, hurrying to get in line for security.


Three hours later, somewhere in the air between Seattle and New York, Blair could still feel his lips on hers and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to collect herself. Setting her magazine and laptop aside, she reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. She instantly opened up his contact information, looking at the snapshot picture she had taken that would pop up anytime he called and she knew she would miss him. She just hadn’t been expecting it to be like this.


She promised that she would call as soon as she landed but she wanted to send him something now. Was she pathetic for that? Did she even care?


She typed the only three words on her mind at the moment.


I miss you.


The hollowness in her chest began to slowly spread and she sighed, closing her eyes again, trying to tell herself that she would see him soon.



As soon as he arrived at the hospital from saying goodbye to Blair at the airport, he had been paged into surgery, assisting with Dr. Altman and Dr. Hunt, and six hours later, when he was finally able to scrub out again, there was a crick in his neck and he was exhausted from barely sleeping the night before. Then again, if it came down to sleeping or having sex with Blair, there wouldn’t be much of a choice in the matter.


He looked at the clock on the wall as he washed his hands and arms. She definitely would be back in New York and he wondered if she had called. Their long distance relationship had officially begun and Jackson wasn’t at all regretting it. He wanted her, wanted to ensure that she was with him but at the same time, he was preparing himself for hardship because this wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. He was here and she was there and he didn’t want to think of the thousands of miles between them but it was impossible not to.


He wanted this though and he was pretty sure she did, too. They could definitely do this.


Once he was out of the scrub room, he quickly returned to the resident locker room where he had placed his cell phone and flipped it open, he smiled. Three missed calls and two text messages. He opened up the text messages first.


I miss you.


From Blair sent four hours earlier. He sat down on the bench in front of his locker, smiling to himself, probably looking like an idiot but he didn’t care. Three words, eight letters, and she made him feel happy, lucky and depressed all at the same time. She had barely been gone and he had just had his hands inside of a man’s chest but he missed her, too. He was barely making it six hours without getting fidgety and wanting to jump from his skin. Again, he thought of how none of this seemed normal. He had barely had her with him. How could he miss her so much already? Was it wrong to miss her?


Thinking that the second text message was from Blair as well, Jackson quickly saved the one and moved onto the other. But it wasn’t and as soon as he saw who it was from, his smile disappeared and his body stiffened.


From Patrick: I need your help. Can you meet me?


No one could ruin a good mood of his faster than his younger brother. Anytime Patrick contacted him, it was because he was in trouble of some sorts and Jackson was the only one in the family still talking to him. And Jackson couldn’t just not help him. Even with all of the shit Patrick had put the Avery family through over the years, they were still brothers and Jackson couldn’t just turn his back on him. He wasn’t like the rest of their family and Patrick knew that. It had been three months since Jackson heard from him last and though Patrick probably only needed money, Jackson would still help him.


He looked at his watch. He would call Patrick first just to get it out of the way and then he would call Blair. She was probably busy with meeting up with family and friends since she had been away for a month. She probably wouldn’t even notice if he didn’t call her back right away.



Blair plastered a smile on her face as she descended down the staircase in her mother’s penthouse apartment the next morning, her cell phone clutched in her hand. Instead of returning to her own apartment – a much smaller but still extravagant place, also on the Upper East Side – Blair had decided to stay with her mother and stepfather in the Waldorf/Rose penthouse and sleep in her old bed for a night. She had waited far longer than she cared to admit for a response to any of the messages she had left Jackson but her cell phone remained empty and silent.


And still, the next morning, nothing from him. Was he hurt? Maybe he had gotten into an accident and was now in a coma at the hospital. Lexie and Mark both had her number though and if something like that had happened, they would have called? Wouldn’t they? Or maybe it was a much more simple answer. Maybe now that she wasn’t there anymore, Jackson had already forgotten. Out of sight, out of mind. Maybe he had made up the entire thing about her being his girlfriend and them trying out a long distance relationship and really, after a week of sex, he had gotten what he had wanted and had moved on.


Blair shook her head at herself. She couldn’t think that. Not about Jackson. Nothing he had done to her had showed her that he would ever behave like that. He wasn’t a manipulator. He wasn’t cruel or cold or calculating. He wasn’t Chuck.


There had to be a perfectly logical explanation for Jackson not getting in touch with her.


In the dining room, her mother Eleanor and her stepfather, Cyrus, sat as always, both dressed for work, sipping cups of coffee and sharing the newspaper. Dan Humphrey sat across from them, helping himself to some scrambled eggs and bacon.


“Blair!” Cyrus spotted her first and though he had picked her up from the airport the day before, he still hurried to his feet and came to hug her. Blair smiled brightly, hugging him in return. He was no Cary Grant but he loved her and her mom and Blair had grown to love him like another father over the years. “Not enough!” He then exclaimed when he thought the hug ended prematurely and he pulled her into another, making her laugh.


“Good morning, Blair,” Eleanor, still sitting, smiled and Blair smiled, bending down and they kissed one another’s cheeks.


“Good morning, mother,” Blair greeted and then looked at Dan. “What are you doing here so early in the morning, Humphrey?”


Dan grinned, his mouth full of egg. Blair and Dan had surprisingly become close friends during their four years at NYU together. Besides Serena, she would consider Dan to be her closest friend. He worked in a bookstore on some days and a coffee shop on others and he was portraying the starving writer in New York to perfection.


She now sat down in the empty chair next to him, not even wrinkling her nose at the offensive flannel shirt he was wearing.


“Would you believe me if I said I missed you, Waldorf?” He teased and she smiled, nudging him. “I’m going to work with you today.”


“Are you now?” She raised an eyebrow at him as she poured herself a flute of orange juice. “Taking advantage of my ability to get you into the museum for free?”


“It’s the only reason I’ve kept this charade we call our friendship going,” he said and she nudged him again. “I need inspiration for my story,” he then explained and she nodded.


She nearly jumped from her chair when her cell phone suddenly buzzed, announcing the arrival of a new text message and she didn’t even notice as Eleanor, Cyrus and Dan all gave her curious looks as she eagerly flipped her phone open. Jackson had finally gotten back to her. Thank god. She needed to hear from him. She had to make sure that she hadn’t imagined everything that had happened between them in Seattle. She had to know that she hadn’t just taken another leap on another man only to be ultimately let down again. She wouldn’t be able to handle that – especially not right after everything she had been through with Chuck. She had thought Jackson was different and she didn’t want to be shown that she was wrong.


Her heart sank in her chest when she saw that it wasn’t a text message from Jackson though. It was from the one person she was determined to have nothing to do with anymore. She felt her chest deflate as if she was a balloon and someone had just pricked her with a needle.


From Chuck: I know you’re back in New York. I’m coming to see you today.


She instantly hit the delete button. She didn’t want to see him and she certainly didn’t want him to coming to her work to see her. He knew she wouldn’t make a scene in front of her other coworkers. She hated how he constantly forced her into corners, trapping her, never allowing her to escape. She couldn’t take it anymore. She thought of Jackson and how free he had made her feel while in Seattle. But the instant she was back in New York, Chuck forced himself into her life again and she didn’t know how much longer she had to push until he received her message.


She brought Jackson’s photo up and stared at it, everyone still watching her. Where was Jackson? She really needed him. But maybe that was the problem. She gave herself to these men without stopping to think and she ultimately always wound up disappointed.


Tags: character: blair waldorf, character: jackson avery

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