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Based on the seven deadly sins and my own boredom/creativity, here comes-
Sin one:
Lust
Remember kiddies: Lust looks not with the mind, but with the eyes.
And that means one thing.
Chuck Bass has twenty-twenty vision.
Seeing her wasn't enough. Talking to her, that was barely enough.
He wanted to be with her.
He wanted to touch her.
He just wanted her.
There were days when he would just… when he wanted so badly to pay someone to knock his best friend's sorry-assed face off. But he wouldn't do it, because he was too much of a… an asset, to him. He couldn't lose his friendship at this time. Even for the straight-laced girl he could picture so damn vividly with a pole…
So he waited. He waited for his chance to strike.
And, oh, did he strike.
One night. One night alone with her in a strip club was all he needed. That night, they went back to the limo. That night, on the seat of his limo, in the wake of his financial success, right after she strip-teased for him, he took her.
Maybe she felt pressured. Maybe she was getting revenge on his friend and her boyfriend. Maybe she was just too damn drunk to care. He asked her so many times: "Are you sure?" Always he asked. He didn't know why… it just… felt right to.
But she always answered with a kiss.
And that night, that night, he—not her boyfriend—had finally de-flowered the famous Virgin-Queen of Constance.
And after that night…
After that night… it was remarkable and horrible and wonderful and stupid at the same time.
He still wanted her.
He wanted her. He knew it. Her scent sent chills up his spine whenever he used his now-favorite limo. And he'd be reminded of her legs entangled with his on the leather seats, her hair splashing his face, her designer clothes lying forgotten on the carpet floor, her lips kissing every inch of his skin...
And he wanted it again, because he just had to have her.
He couldn't see it any other way.
Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck.
In his limo, seated and smelling and inhaling every single last drop of her scent, Chuck Bass smirks at the challenge.
Let the chase begin.
Poor, poor Bass. Must he always get the short end of the stick?
Lust never did fail to bring entertainment to the room. And I for one love it, just for that.
XoXo- Gossip Girl
