Hey guys, just a really quick one. Had the urge to write Chuck/Blair! Not sure if it's gonna stay a oneshot or if I should add more. Let me know! Thanks:)

Blair breathes in deeply, her inhale startling loud in the thick silence of the night. Her hand reaches up and feverishly cups the scruffy cheek pressed against her neck.

"Not here," she whispers quickly, because they're in the park and despite the fact that night is rapidly falling, it's still a public place, and Blair isn't one for necking in public.

Chuck glances up at her with a devilish smile, his hand sliding roughly down her front until it grasps her thigh. "Why?" He asks it simply, and Blair is almost annoyed. He knows why.

"Not where everyone can see us. Let's go somewhere else."

Chuck continues to nip at her neck, not paying heed to her words. "Your penthouse is too far away, and the hotel is as well. I want this now." He looks at her, sharp dark eyes meeting secretive chocolate ones. "I want you now."

"Serena's is just around the corner. We have the key to get in," Blair breathes out, and she knows that it's risky and inappropriate, but Serena told her earlier she was going out for a bit and Blair is almost bursting with the desire to have Chuck. Chuck grasps her by the arm and yanks her up (and Blair doesn't care that it's roughly), and in a rush they are in a taxi on the way to Serena's, which is so nearby they didn't need a taxi in the first place.

It's a flurry of groping and pushing as they get into the elevator and up to S's floor, bursting out of the elevator. Blair stumbles on her heels, calling out for Serena and Lily as her and Chuck move towards Serena's bedroom. Hearing no answer, she lets her lips fall back on Chuck's with a groan.

"Serena's bed?" she asks as Chuck reaches to turn the knob. "That's a little too much, even for me."

Chuck has no problem taking control (which is exactly why she loves him), and he pushes her down on the bed, standing over her. "It's either here, or the floor. For some reason I figured you'd prefer here."

His voice is like chocolate, warm and dripping and delicious. Blair moans as she looks at him and he looks at her, wanting him to ravish her and use her and make sure that they're both immensely satisfied when they're done.

He always does.

Blair watches as Chuck unzips his pants, licking her lips and waiting for him, to see him. She's not in the mood for anything other than him pounding into her, and that's what he does, slow and graceful, and hard.

She's having trouble holding in the sounds she wants to explode with, but Blair's never acted incredibly wanton and she sure as hell won't now.

She wants to call him Nate. Rather, she wishes Nate could do this, could be this. But he can't, (or he won't, whichever), and it's his fault that Blair has to crawl to Chuck every night and see to it that she gets some release.

It's all Nate's fault really.

She's coming all too quickly, Chuck's unwavering persistence and stamina already forcing her to orgasm. She glances up at Chuck, notes how Chuck seems a lot more focused on the sex, while Nate will smile at her and say how much he loves her. He'll touch her face and kiss her so softly she has to strain to feel it, but it's wonderful. It makes her sad for a second, but then she remembers.

She doesn't come here for love.

This is her and Chuck's dirty little secret. Blair always feels tainted when she leaves after one of their meetings, but it's worth getting what she needs after a long day with Nate. This makes her feel gross and dirty and slimy, but with some heavy scrubbing in the shower she almost feels okay again. She hopes this doesn't last long, hopes she has the strength to end it so that she doesn't have to hurt Nate anymore than she has already.

As long as this stays a secret, she can keep herself together when she thinks about it.

Chuck grunts and then he's coming.

He forgets to pull out.

He forgets to pull out and he's not wearing a condom.

He forgets to pull out and he's not wearing a condom and all Blair can think is shit and quickly calculate when she's due for her next period and maybe she can get an abortion if she does get pregnant as long as nobody finds out about this because how desperate do you have to be to sleep with Chuck Bass and oh shit this has to stay a secret…

"Oh, my God."

Blair turns, her eyes catching blonde hair before she quickly closes them.

Fuck.

Serena always had a habit of turning up at the wrong time.