"Serenaaaaaaaa!" Serena jerked her phone away from her ear as her best friend drunk sang into her ear.

Somehow managing to get her hair out of her face, she held out her phone to check the time, before bringing it back to talk to her, clearly drunk, best friend.

"B, it's 1:53am. Why are you in what sounds like an angry train station, and not asleep with a silk mask on the other side of my wall?"

"Because, for the first time in 2 years... I'm freeeeee!" Blair sang loudly and off key.

"I take it you had a fight with Louis?" Serena rolled onto her back and shut her eyes, ready to doze through another Blair and Louis fight recap.

"Not a fight. We broke up!" Suddenly Blair's voice got distant, and was nearly drowned out by the club's music. "What?! WHAAT!? No, I don't do shots... Okay! OKAY! BUT JUST 3!"

Serena sat up with a jerk in the bed. "Wait? What? You broke up?! Like REALLY broke up?!"

"Oh, my god! Did you just light that on fire?!" Blair's over excited shock let Serena know that she was clearly not talking to her.

"Blair!"

"You want me to drink it off your what?!"

"BLAIR!" Serena shouted into the phone.

"Ow! My ear!" Blair groused and yelled back at her friend. "Ladies don't YELL!"

"Where are you?!" Serena asked with a huff as she fell back onto her pillow.

"I'm oooouuuutttt tonight! I am single and ready to MINGLE!"

Serena flinched as she lost part of her hearing to her best friend's volume and pitch.

"B, where are you?!" Serena sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, ready to go down to whatever club Blair was at and babysit her little drunk girl.

"I'm-" And the line went dead.

"Blair! BLAIR!?"

In a crowded club in a part of town she rarely walked through, let alone socialized in, Blair looked at her phone in confusion. Confusion because one second it had been in her hand, and the next second she'd been bumped my a girl carrying a pitcher... and her phone was now floating at the bottom of what appeared to be a bucket of beer.

"Oops!" Disgruntled for a moment, Blair gave a drunken shrug and headed back out onto the dance floor where she rejoined some of the girls from work.

Finding the beat she started moving to the music, the alcohol and the breakup making everything slightly vibrate... until she realized it wasn't the alcohol or her emotions over Louis. Still moving her gaze started to sweep the club. Hipsters sipping tonic in the corner. Bankers raving on the dance floor. A bachlorette party nearly taking down a now frightened waiter. And then she found him. From a booth, behind the velvet roped VIP section she found him. He sat, mostly sprawled, alone in the booth. There were drinks on his table, and plenty of people vying for his attention, and hoping for an invite to his booth, but he didn't notice them.

He only had eyes for Blair.

She felt a flush race down her body, from her neck to her groin. He was too far away for her to tell what colour his eyes were, but she could feel the heat of his gaze. She didn't move closer, although her body was screaming at her to do so... okay, maybe it was her vagina, but still she didn't obey. Instead she kept dancing, but she wasn't dancing for fun anymore. She was dancing for him.

She danced until the girls from worked dragged her off the dance floor a couple of songs later. They wanted to leave, but insisted they couldn't leave her alone.

They shared cheek kisses before Blair watched as a couple of girls stumbled up the street, ready to crash at the tiny studio apartment they shared in the Village, while a third girl was camped out on the bouncer. Blair guess she'd be cutting the line for the next six months. She rolled her eyes at the lot of them and raised her hand in the air as she spotted a free cab coming down the street.

A heartbeat later, a limo pulled up beside her and she frowned at it, because it was blocking the taxi she'd hailed from stopping in front of her. The window lowered and his face appeared in the window. God, his face... It was... gorgeous wasn't the word she wanted... Sexy as fuck seemed about right.

"Need a ride?"

She took back her previous thought. It wasn't just his face that was sexy as fuck, it was his voice... his gaze... it was him. Somehow, she almost managed to keep her face impassive. Almost, because she saw his warm, caramel eyes catch the slight flicker of want that shimmered in her features a second before she shored up the wall.

"I don't take rides from strangers." She declared as she started to walk down the street, making sure to put a little extra swing in her hips. She wasn't surprised that the limo started and kept pace with her.

"Hmm... What could we possibly do to change that?" He asked as he folded his arms across the open window, and rested his head there as he contemplated her.

"Exchange pleasantries and get to know each other?" She glanced over her shoulder and blinked faux innocence at him.

He couldn't help the smile that curved his lips for a moment. She liked to play, he thought, and he loved that.

"Or we could have sex." He said easily and she loved the way his mouth quirked. He knew he was being scandalous, and seemed to love her faked indignation.

All of her upbringing and boundaries were screaming at her to slap him and walk away, but she didn't. She could tell it was what he expected her to do. She looked at him. "Well, since you did scare my cab away... the very least you can do is see to my welfare."

He nodded. "We can call it that."

She stepped back as his door opened and he got out. For the first time he was within inches of her... and god, he smelt amazing. He held the door open for her, and as she made to climb into the limo his hand found the small of her back. A jolt raced up her spine, and given the way he twitched, she knew he felt it as well.

He slid into the limo after her, and in seconds they were sealed in, alone, and driving through the city.

He lay his head back against the leather seat and looked at her. She was the most beautiful, seductive woman he had ever seen. She too lay back and her head turned to regard him.

"I don't want to go home." She whispered, because she didn't. Her room was still cloaked in the memories of a dead relationship. She wanted something new. She wanted him.

"I can help you with that..." He grew more serious as he saw this actually happening.

"I bet you can." She rolled her eyes.

They sat there staring at each other for long moments, and when Blair couldn't take the anticipation any longer, she started to lean in. Before he could meet her half way the limo came to a stop in front of the Palace Hotel.

He swore, and she fell back again with a disappointed huff.

He smiled, as his door was opened. "Come on, kitten."

He got out and waited for her to join him on the sidewalk, and soon they were walking through the nearly empty grand entrance of the hotel. They didn't speak on the elevator, she watched the numbers and he watched her. He led her down a hallway, and slid his key card in a door, ushering her into a spacious suite.

She walked into the centre of the main room, her back to him, and stared out at the city that was spread out in the floor to ceiling windows. He closed the door and just looked at her, silhouetted in the dark room by the lights of the city.

Blair felt his eyes on her, but she didn't turn around. Instead she reached behind her, her fingers finding the zipper of her dress, and slowly pulled it down. Her dress pooled around her ankles, and she was left in her bra and lace panties. With hands that somehow didn't visibly shake with her desire, she undid the clasp of her bra, and let it slide down off her arms to join her dress on the floor.

She heard him lift his body up off the door he'd been leaning on, and as she stepped out of her heels, she heard his shoes come off as well. She felt his fingers run down her bare sides and goose flesh broke out along her skin. As his fingers caught the edge of her panties, and slowly pulled them down, she felt gushes all around her. The sweat that broke out over her skin, and she rush of moisture between her legs.

He stood directly behind her, and her breathing picked up at the heat and feel of him. She felt him lift her hair up off her neck, and then his lips were on her skin, and suddenly her knees couldn't hold her. One of his arms came around her belly, pulling her flush against him, his mouth never losing contact with her neck. Her hands found the arm holding her, and clutched at the fabric of his shirt.

Not being able to wait any longer, she spun in his arms, her hands grasped his collar and pulled him down to her. Again and again his lips opened over hers, her tongue seeking his over and over, as they made their way slowly and blindly towards the bed.

When his knees hit the bed he pulled back to cup her face in his hands, looking down on her with more lust than she's ever seen in her life. She slowly licked her bottom lip, and then surprised him by ripping his shirt open and pulled him back to her. She felt him smile against her lips, and she let out a squeal as he suddenly swooped and caught her under her ass, lifting her into his arms. Blair's legs eagerly wrapped around his hips, and he quickly took advantage of their position to lay wet, sucking kisses on her breasts. Blair felt the thick bulge of his erection and ground herself into it, causing them both to groan.

They fell back onto the bed, their mouths finding each other again, and their hands moving... everywhere.

She couldn't get enough of him as she helped him shove and pull his clothes off.

"Please..." She panted as his fingers found her core, and found her more than ready for him. "I want you... I can't wait..."

It seemed like he couldn't wait any longer either, and his hand reached out to snag a condom from the bedside table. She took it from his hand, eager to touch him, and eager to hurry him along. Ripping it open, she readied it, and took him in hand as she rolled the condom down his large cock.

Blair fell back onto the bed, her hair splayed out across his pillows, and she opened her thighs in eager invitation. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it to his shoulder, licking the curve of her ankle, before latching his hands onto her hips. Blair reached down and set him at her throbbing entrance, and they both cried out as he sank deep inside of her.

For a moment they just lay there, panting in unison.

"Move or I'll kill you..." She managed to mutter as she twisted under him, her eyes rolled back in her head at the electric friction even that small motion created.

He pulled out and thrust back in, over and over he rammed his cock into her, and each time the pleasure grew greater for both of them. Her free leg hooked around him, and pulled him ever closer, while his hands sunk under her ass to lift her to his powerful thrusts.

Like a crack of thunder she shattered, her orgasm so intense that she thought she was having a seizure, and being fucked by this man may have just killed her. She managed to open her eyes and look up at him as he continued to pound into her, and so she saw the moment when his own orgasm hit him. She reveled in seeing the pleasure hit him just as hard as it hit her.

She didn't know if it was that or the jerking, desperate thrusts he made as he came, but a second orgasm, spread in a hot wave up from her pussy and out to her limbs.

They collapsed together on the bed, sweating, panting and cursing, but not letting go of each other.

It was just before dawn that she woke up, and for a second she felt so relaxed that she forgot how to move. Then she felt the arm that lay over her side, and the body that was pressed to her back.

Her eyes widened fractionally, and she was overtaken by the desire to flee. Not because she regretted anything that happened, but because she wanted to keep it as perfect as it had been last night. Slipping out from under his arm, and up out of the bed, she looked down on him.

"Damn." She muttered under her breath. She had heard about beer goggles and had expected to find him less attractive in the almost light of day... but looking down at him now, sleeping and scruffy, and still sexy as hell, she found him even more attractive than she had last night.

She had to get the hell out of there.

Blair rushed into the living room where she found her clothes right where she'd left them. Almost. She couldn't find her panties.

Nearly fully dressed, she was crawling around on all fours when her eyes narrowed on the lightening sky out the windows. To hell with it, she thought as she got up, grabbed her purse and clipped out the door.

She kept her head held high as she walked out of the hotel, and hailed her own cab. She was sitting alone in the back seat, watching the waking city go by, when a smile curved her lips.

Not bad for her first one-night-stand.

A/N-There may be more. I haven't decided yet. For people waiting for an update on my other story, I have it started. Hopefully it will be up soon.