A/N: For the love of God, someone PLEASE tell me to get off this site and actually get all of my bazillions of projects at least STARTED on that need to be finished by the end of next week. *puffs* But…until that happens (lol), here's another oneshot! Hehehe. The story of just how exactly CB got their little affair started in season 1. ;p It may be a 2-shot or I may just have 2 scenes in this chapter. We'll see. ;p

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They'd been kissing for awhile after he'd given her that necklace. Her emotions had just been whirling. She didn't know what to do with them – frustrated, angry, heartbroken, slow recovery – but she did know who had helped in turning the tables, and quite ironically it was Chuck Bass. The asshole that stole her virginity from her – she would never admit it had been her who kissed him first. She didn't remember a whole lot from that night anyways, not anything she wanted to remember at least, and thus the rest of it didn't matter. That infuriating, smug pompous jerk had given her the quite expensive necklace she'd been lusting after, and he'd developed butterflies for her. That seemed impossible. Probably a lie he'd concocted to get in her pants again. Still, he had come across as pretty sincere when he'd come into comfort her. She couldn't help but believe that he was actually concerned about her. It did seem plausible under the circumstances.

"W-wait," she stuttered, pulling away a little. And there it was again, his look of concern.

"What is it?" he asked.

She bit her bottom lip and contemplated her options. She could make him leave, though it wasn't like she wouldn't be leaving eventually too. And it was a party, albeit hers. He shouldn't have to leave just because she was getting jittery over maybe sleeping with him again. Because of course she knew he wanted to. He was very firm on his belief of only ever spending one night with a woman, sometimes less. Despite her irritation, she was beyond shocked at how persistent he'd been to being around her all day, especially in the supposedly crush-like manner that consisted of the last couple hours.

Another option was that she could go into the situation reckless, just as she'd done the night before. She could not care about the consequences, because Chuck never did, so why should she? At least for the time being. She didn't plan on ever doing this again, because it was Chuck Bass, and she would so not become another one of his temporary play toys. Her emotions were so overwhelming though and she was so entirely grateful for what he'd just done, in apologizing, giving her that beautiful necklace and acting sincere. Shivers had cascaded through her when he'd pressed his lips to her shoulder. She couldn't help but turn her face towards the soft caress. Just like she couldn't help but take his hands from her necklace to intertwine with her own. The moment had felt perfect. Her lips meeting his had just…happened. He'd lifted his head when her forehead lifted from his. The soft intensity – and concern – in his eyes had been her undoing. Without thinking she'd melted into him and kissed his suddenly very tempting full lips. Quite predictably, he hadn't complained.

The final option was one she was determined not to give into. Because telling Chuck she was scared was out of the question. She hadn't said a single thing when he'd entered her the night before and every single element in her universe had been shattered because she'd been engulfed by the pain of a lifetime. It had been so awful. The fact that she'd been incredibly sore all day long wasn't very pleasant either. It had faded considerably, but it was still there a little and she was afraid it would get worse if she let him inside her again.

Maybe he had been softer with her than with the girls he normally slept with when he took her virginity, but she'd never know. All she knew was that it hurt, and he was Chuck Bass. She couldn't let any real vulnerability or pain be shown. Even at Victrola she'd acted nonchalant, and thankfully found the perfect distraction to prevent him from making her open up. He had the innate ability to do so sometimes and she despised him for it. That reminder made the decision for her right then and there.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked softly. She was infuriated then that he thought she needed comforting. She was Blair Waldorf – Nate cheating on her be damned. She was strong, a force to be reckoned with, and if Chuck Bass had decided that tonight she had butterflies, then, just for the night, she would pretend she didn't have any feelings at all.

She didn't say a word. She just pulled his face to her, passionately kissing his intoxicating mouth and pushed him down onto the bed. He didn't ask questions – just like she knew he wouldn't. When she started undressing him, he didn't stop her. She hadn't expected he would. There were some moments throughout their second rendezvous that she got lost in his eyes and warmed at how tenderly (maybe) he was touching her. But she ignored it – or, at least she made a mental note to in the morning. Just like she made a mental note to dismiss the fact that this second time around she'd felt nothing but pleasure.

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A/N: Short, I know, but the next/last part will be longer. *nods* And it is mostly thoughts, so I think it's alright. Heh. Please review! Hopefully I'll have the next part up tomorrow, but…*shrug* you never know. Lol.