That first night had been slow, tantalizing, soft and gentle at first. They had kissed for probably 20 minutes, it could have even been an hour, she didn't know, it was both a blur and timeless. His hands hadn't roamed while they kissed, he had held her close to him and made sure that their lips stayed connected. Maybe he was afraid that if she strayed for a second then she'd realize that what they were doing was madness and should stop, maybe that's why his hands hadn't wandered either, because he sure didn't want to stop what they were doing. She increased the pressure on his lips and his hips at the same time eliciting an ever-so-soft moan from him, which she found surprising. She had never imagined that she could actually turn on the driven Chuck Bass but she had and that seemed to turn her on past the point of no return as she started to tug his jacket off and loosen his tie. He still made sure that his hands rested safely in her loose curls or caressed her arms – two places that he couldn't be accused of mishandling later. She on the other hand pulled one of her legs up to the seat on his other side so she was straddling his hips. She pulled her lips from his, gasped for air for a second and looked into his eyes, he squinted, trying to understand, his eyes still asking if she was sure, to which she responded with a devilish smile and taking his hands intertwining her fingers with his as her lips attacked his once more. The rest off the night had been less slow and gentle, once he decided she was sure he made up his mind that he was sure too and from there on his hands covered her entire body, never staying in one spot for more than moments as his lips trailed away from her mouth and across her face and down her neck where he found a spot that made a hitch in her breath and he kept his mouth there for a few moments. He smiled to himself as she wrapped her body around his own in the back of his limo.

The second time had been faster. He had kissed her shoulder, not actually expecting anything from her at all. She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him desperately, as if he was the only thing she had any control over anymore, and that wasn't far from the truth, not to her anyways. His hands brushed over her elbows and she tumbled on top of him kissing away her worries. She twisted her tongue around his and turned so he was on top of her as she tugged his belt off, giving him the go ahead to ravish her. At the same time when his lips weren't on hers they felt cold and wanting so every so often she'd have to tug him down to meet her lips. He smiled into their kiss. He had told her he had definite feelings for her, which made this more special, to both of them. She wasn't sure if he was serious or if he was just playing her, she wouldn't put it past him. He wasn't sure if it mattered to her whether he cared about her not, because she certainly wasn't entertaining ideas of real romance towards him. At one point, after they had, for lack of better terminology, done it, they were just kissing and holding each other, fully clothed once more and she pulled away and said his name, like she wanted to tell him something, she couldn't quite find the words it seemed. But it was in her eyes, it wasn't love, and it might not have even been that she liked him, but she definitely wasn't as repulsed by him as she lead on. He thought he saw a glimmer of gratitude.

The truth was, Blair had never felt so alive as she had in the past two weeks since that night on her birthday. She had made Chuck promise that he wouldn't go around with other girls while they were entertaining this small affair and he had agreed wholeheartedly as long as she wouldn't hold out on him. She hesitated but the prize being that she had him completely under her control was too tempting to pass up. The Chuck Bass swearing off all girls for her? It couldn't be. She wasn't flattered so much as proud. Nate had no idea what he was missing apparently. She had heard rumours but had discovered first hand in these past days how insatiable Chuck Bass really was, and she never thought she'd enjoy holding up her end of the deal as much as she did.

Having been the instigator with Nate so many times it was so much fun to feel desired and to have somebody actually make love to her with passion and intensity, what she had always sought from her ex-boyfriend and was finding, shockingly, from his notorious best friend. He was hungry for her yes, but he was also sincere. He had a way of convincing her that everything he said was true. In fact the more they were together, the happier she was to see him. At first it had made her feel sick to see him, both shame and guilt plaguing her, but now, she sought him out because he made her feel good, if she was having a bad day or an especially good day it was him she wanted to tell, and in return he made her feel this alive feeling, she felt bright and vital, something Nate had only caused her to feel by surprise or rare occasion.

This particular afternoon Blair had gone home with Serena after school – home being the Plaza hotel where Serena was currently residing. It also happened to be the residence of Chuck. Pure coincidence. Serena was the only person who knew that Blair had been spending all this time with Chuck, although Blair wasn't exactly open about the details, she was relieved to have somebody share the burden of her secret. Somebody who would gladly be her excuse, like now, she'd spend an hour or two with Serena rehashing over the day, boys and gossiping and then she'd ride the elevator up to the top floor and spend some time doing the same thing (plus a little more) with Chuck. She was surprised at how easy it was.

She felt plucky as she slyly slipped into his suite and then knocked. She found him pacing and flipping a card in his hands.

"What's that?" she asked curiously. He looked up at her and grinned, taking a few steps to her and placing his hand on the small of her back to press her towards him as he smiled and placed a chaste but deep kiss on her lips.

"Hey there," he said as he pulled back and then snapping back to reality, "it's the invitation to the debutante ball. I'm going as an escort."

"Who are you escorting?" she asked carelessly, tossing her schoolbag on the overstuffed sofa and unbuttoning her coat to hang it up in the closet, sometimes their encounters were so very domestic.

"I was thinking of asking of asking this hot, pretty brunette I've been seeing on the side." He smirked and she turned to face him, half-smiling herself.

"You know that I'm being escorted by Prince Marcus." She said self-assuredly.

"But who would you rather go with?" he asked objectively.

"Obviously I'd rather go with you, Chuck, but…you know we can't-"

"Nate wanted me to ask you." She stared up at him.

"Excuse me?"

"He doesn't want some newbie pawing in and wants me to take you so I can find out if you're dating somebody." He laughed quietly as he went over to sit next to her on the couch and as soon as he had done so she slided herself onto his lap and traced his face with her finger as he spoke, "So how about it, Waldorf? We've been given permission from his-Archibald-highness himself." She kissed his neck and he laughed a little at the tickle of it and continued on, "I mean, I know I'm not royalty but I'm sure I could show you a good time," he said mockingly and she replied by kissing him on the lips to make him stop talking. He laughed and pulled her face away, "You're in a good mood today, what happened?" She pulled a face and removed herself from his lap.

"You're such a mood-killer," she sulked and stood up starting to put her coat back on. He stood up quickly and held the coat apart so she couldn't fasten the buttons and he smiled down at her, kissing her straight on the lips with the passion she had started with a few moments ago. He cupped her face in his hands and spread her lips apart so his tongue could trace hers. His hands slowly moved down her shoulders and his arms as his lips kissed hers fervently and she melted in his arms as they replaced themselves back onto the couch.