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It was just another typical Chuck and Blair bantering day.
"Chuck Bassatard, why on earth are you buying this revealing lingerie, excusez-moi?" Blair stared at the outfit in abhorration. She fumed and snatched the lingerie at the whipped Chuck and continued, "You bigot little stupid mother chucker, don't you know this is a counterfeit???" She threw it furiously at his face.
"I had no idea that our princess would ever let the absence of a trade mark hamper her way of seducing her prince. And yes, I know this is a fake, but you gotta admit that it LOOKS like a Le Perla.." Chuck Bass replied sarcastically.
"This is all wrong! First you asked me to come here in this hideous closet, Second, you bought me this absolutely disastrous lingerous. Your noxious Basstard habit is digusting and I hate you. We are NOT having this conversation. It's over. For good." She turned away with distress all over her face.
"Been there. Done that. Waldorf, since when you hate conversing with me? I come for placid amiable encounter not another Third World war. I don't want another scene involving you and your platonic little ex or that Brooklyn trash. Sleeping with her is the worst nightmare EVER. " Chuck gripped hard on her wrist and spoke seductively into her ears.
"And," he put his hand into her skirt, touching the edges of her panties, "after what I did for you to get you into Yale, doesn't it seem that I need some remuneration?" Blair deepened her breaths and he kissed her softly on the lips and gradually deepened and finally plunged his tongues into hers, starting another make-out scene in the closet.
Blair broke off the kiss and said, "Bass. You are my little talisman. Let's just forget about the lingerie." And they continued with what they had started, putting the world behind them.