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The dark blue walls of her bedroom were bathed in the glow of the flames from her fireplace. Blair murmured as she wound her arms around his neck.

"A romantic gesture by Mr. Chuck Bass?"

Fingers running down the small of her back landing on her hipbones and tracing figure 8s, Chuck replied.

"When I see you shiver tonight, I want to know I am the cause and not the cold."

Blair's arms tightened in excitement around him, her tongue darting out to meet the corner of his mouth and lick his bottom lip before taking it between her teeth. Her assault didn't remain uncontested for long, she was greeted by his warm mouth opening to take possession of hers.

He tasted of butterscotch and Blair suspected that Dorota had given him some cookies when he had come over. Which caused her to giggle into his kiss. Chuck Bass, Upper East Side devil turned cookie eating and milk drinking boyfriend. Pulling away, his eyes searched her face for an answer.

"Cookies with Dorota?"

Grimacing with the realization that he had been caught, he snarked back,

"I needed some sugar to keep my stamina up for you."

The laugh died in her throat with the sound of her zipper being undone and the rustle of fabric hitting the floor. Standing in a lilac bra and matching panties, stockings and Jimmy Choos, Chuck spun her around and brought her back to rest against his chest.

"Can't have me passing out,"

Each word was punctuated with his wet lips trailing kisses down her neck. His thumbs sliding her bra straps down her shoulders

"in the middle of pleasuring you."

The silk of her bra made for an ice skating rink surface for Chuck's fingers. Her hardened nipples he deftly avoided, causing her to moan in frustration and shift her legs. Smiling Chuck moved to the other side of her neck taking in the unique prim and proper scent of Blair Waldorf. Making the soft wet parting sound as he slid his hand down the front of her panties and felt the rush of desire that her body couldn't contain unbearably sexy.

"Imagine now if I had to stop for some Gatorade?"

He gently sat down in the chair next to the fireplace, Blair sprawled out on his chest. His foot nudging her legs farther apart. Forefinger and thumb gently rubbing, feeling the pressure building in her as he slid a finger inside.

"That long walk to the kitchen,"

Chuck's breath hitched as Blair started to grind herself against him.

"finding a glass"

He brought his other hand down from her breast to her thigh which he started to massage. The caresses so different. One hand gentle, pushing her legs even further apart the other determined and buried within her.

"waiting for the electrolytes to kick in."

With that, Chuck added extra pressure and felt Blair tense. He watched the shivers of pleasure cascade down her as a long held in moan escaped her throat.

Seconds ticked away, Blair clumsily stood up. She unhooked her bra and let her panties fall to the ground. Pulling Chuck to his feet, she undid his belt buckle and removed them along with his boxer briefs. With a surprisingly hard shove, she pushed him back into the chair and sat down on his lap. Undoing his buttons, she could feel her wetness sliding across his thigh and see that his eyes were dark with want. When she was done, Chuck placed his hands on her hip and brought her astride his lap. Blair sunk down slowly, filling herself with his hardness. Gliding up and down, Chuck's hands were everywhere on her sides, back and then to her face which he dragged down bringing her lips to his own. Head back, dark curls tossed down her back, Blair's second orgasm made her thighs clench Chuck tightly. A laugh escaped her throat, the waves of pleasure breaking the dam. Gazing down, she felt drunk and found Chuck's eyes trained on her face. Smiling at him, Chuck's hands flexed on her hips and his groan echoed against her chest.

Blair purred, "Thank God for that cookie."