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I'm starting out with a quick recap of what already happened in the show and just filling in a couple blanks and adding some thoughts but I'll catch up with the show soon enough and then progress beyond it. Right now it's Chuck/Blair...but who knows what will happen...

"I have moves you know," Blair announced, entranced by the burlesque dancers.

Chuck smirked, "really?" he replied, looking amused, "then why don't you get up there?"

Blair scoffed in amusement at the thought, "I'm just saying...I have moves."

Chuck was thouroughly enjoying his silent challenge to B. "C'mon, you're ten times hotter than any of the girls up there..."

"I know what you're doing Bass," Blair responded, rolling her eyes when she came to a sudden realization, "You really think I won't go up there?"

Chuck leaned back confidently on their small loveseat at the front of Victrola, "I know you won't go up there." He raised his eyebrows and grinned, convinced that he had come out on top.

But he underestimated Blair Waldorf.

"Guard my drink..." she said as she stood up and made her way to the small stage, to both Chuck's surprise and amusement. He raised his hands in mock defeat and sat back clearly expecting to get a laugh.

Blair sauntered on to the stage as the drunk young businessmen in the crowd began to cheer her on. She slowly began to move to the music, reaching to remove her headband from her long wavy hair. As she tossed it off the stage, Chuck quickly realized that B was going to give him more than he bargained for. He leaned forward to the edge of the couch, anticipating her next move, but he never expected what happened next.

Blair turned around, her back facing the crowd and she looked over her shoulder, right at Chuck, her eyes challenging and victorious and she slowly began to unzip her prim and proper dinner dress. Next thing Chuck knew, it was on the floor as Blair stood on the stage in a flimsy silk slip and began to show of her "moves".

Now Chuck stood up, mesmerized and shocked at this new Blair. She was sexy, wild, and wanted now by every man in Victrola...and Chuck could hardly count himself as an exception. He wandered away from their seat to get a better view while Blair slowly started to lift the bottom of her slip up along her thigh.

"Who's the girl?" one of the entertainers asked, thrilled by this unexpected performance.

Indeed. That's just what Chuck was wondering...who's that girl...certainly not Blair Waldorf.

"I have no idea," he replied, his tone confused yet still impressed.

The entertainer just smiled and cheered Blair on, "You go baby vamp!"

Now she was bent down, playing with her long pearl necklace and giggling, some vestiges of her innocence showing through. Chuck took a swig of her champagne and raised his glass to her while she stood up, triumph in her eyes. Now that she won, proving to Chuck that she was free in every sense of the word, she decided to just have fun with the dancing until the song ended. When it did end, Victrola was filled with the cheers of everyone who enjoyed the improvised entertainment, even the dancers clapped for Blair.

Now she was embarrassed...what had she done? Her cheeks turned bright red as she bent down to scoop up her dress. She sauntered off the stage, playing it cool, and grabbed her champagne from Chuck.

"You never fail to surprise me," Chuck praised her.

Blair didn't reply but smirked and downed the rest of her glass in one gulp.

"Drinks are on me tonight," Chuck offered, "you actually deserve it."

"I know," Blair replied in her fake bubbly voice, "I told you I had moves." She turned away and headed back to their seats.

Chuck watched her retreating back, smiling like he had during her dance, "Waiter! Some drinks...now."

An hour later, they were both good and tipsy when Blair noticed the time. 2:19! Her mother didn't even know that she left.

"I have to go... Chuck!" she snapped suddenly, waking Chuck out of his reverie as he lazily watched the dancers.

"What?" he turned to her, confused.

"I said I have to go...I didn't tell anyone where I was going, but I just wanted- well- umm...thanks for the escape, I'll go get a cab." Blair rushed out, flustered from a little too much champage and the thought of how much trouble she'd be in.

"Waldorf! Relax, I'll call my driver...I should go too, I'll give you a lift home." Chuck offered casually as he picked up his phone and called for his limo.

Away from Victrola, Chuck and Blair seemed to have nothing to say to eachother as they sat silently in the back of Chuck's limo. They both sat half slumped in their seats, their eyes heavily lidded from inebriation. Blair was the first to break the silence.

"Thanks, for giving me a ride home," she said looking over at Chuck with a tired smile.

Chuck looked at her, the way her hair was messy and her make-up wearing off...but she still looked perfect. She was breathtaking, she was beautiful, she was...

"You were amazing out there," he decided, looking in to her tired, sad eyes. Nate was an idiot.

She slowly scooted over and leaned in, closing the gap between her and Chuck. He gave in only for a moment before quickly pulling away.

"You sure?"

She looked at him for the briefest moment before hungrily kissing him again, not answering his question with words.

They instantly became a blur of hot breath and free passion. They kissed eachother fiercely as Blair hastily removed Chuck's jacket and he ran his hands along her soft thighs. Once his jacket was gone, Blair's hands moved to his dark hair, groping his scalp with every renewed wave of lust.

"She's a virgin, she's a virgin, she's a virgin," Chuck kept berating himself in his mind. That wouldn't stop him. "She's your best friend's ex...and has been for not even two hours," but everytime Chuck thought of a reason he should stop this, he'd look at Blair or feel her small, warm body press against his and all reason would leave his mind. He finally settled on, "This is Blair, she won't let it go too far, she'll stop it soon."

Dangerous thinking Chuck.

Chuck slowly pulled down the thin straps on Blair's slip, waiting for her to pull back, but she only kissed him harder. He pulled on the silk lightly letting the small gown fall further down but she just undid his bowtie and began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, clumsily and inexperienced.

I'm glad to be playing a small role in your deflowering

The words came back to him and he nearly laughed...not so small now.

So you slept with your best friend's boyfriend, I kind of admire you for it.

Remembering his words to Serena...maybe he should just live up to everyone's low expectations of him, besides it would hardly be his fault...Blair is practically begging him for it..and who could refuse Blair? Well...besides Nate.

He awoke from his thoughts at the sudden rush of cold air on his bare chest...it seemed Blair had figured out the buttons after all. Suddenly, he felt small hands on his belt buckle and he felt his stomach tighten and breath hitch in anticipation. Never one to be the first unclothed...well certainly not after the Masked Ball incident, Chuck grabbed Blair's hands and pinned her back against the seat.In one swift motion, he removed her thin slip entirely and discarded it on the floor. As he looked down to see the body that Blair would hide behind her fancy, unrevealing clothes, she quickly took advantage of his distraction. Before Chuck knew it he was flat on his back across the seat and Blair was straddling his thighs and grabbed at his buckle again. She slipped his belt off in one quick pull and slowly, with trembling hands, undid the buttons and zipper on his trousers. Chuck could tell she was nervous because she approached this new territory hesitantly, letting go of him after undoing his pants as though he burned her. Seeing this as his opportunity to get back in control, he flipped her over and propped himself on top of her, resting his elbows beside her head and his knee between her thighs. He reached down and removed her fancy underwear in one quick move. Now she lay beneath him, completely naked and trembling, Chuck looked at her face and saw her eyes filled with lust, but with fear slowly creeping in to them. He felt an unexpected lurch in his stomach and twinge in his heart...was he...nervous??

Impossible.

Chuck Bass does not get nervous about any girl. He closed his eyes and kissed her deeply, feeling her slowly relax in to his embrace. He continued to kiss her...keeping her in familiar territory to distract her while he removed himself discreetly from his pants. He reached his hand down and slowly began to stroke her, enjoying her startled moan in to his mouth. After preparing her physically, Chuck positioned himself, ready to take her...but paused as she opened her eyes and looked at him. He expected her to tell him to stop, but she surprised him once again.

"Please," she whispered breathlessly, "Please."

How could he turn her down?