A/N: This is my first one shot (be nice, lol) about Blair's POV that fateful night in Victor, Victrola. I get that it's really, really short, but I just wanted to try it out. Reviews/feedback is appreciated.
"Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."
Blair Waldorf raised her hand in the air and just let the music take control. She felt herself unzipping her dress and it sliding down to her feet. She could hear the crowd cheer as her body moved in ways she wasn't aware of; Blair Waldorf was free. Her hips continued swaying; her arms continued waving, as she looked back at Chuck Bass raising a glass to her; clearly in awe. She gave him a devious smile back, it felt good being wanted, and how badly Chuck Bass had always been something she was aware of – and secretly enjoyed.
She was going to become a new woman tonight; let go of all her fears and insecurities and just live. She and her hands down her curves, hearing them cheer. Their reaction urged her on to seductively lick her lips, then bite them. She dropped down low; grazing her leg, then thigh, then slowly coming up again. All this time she could feel Chuck's gaze on her. Only in her wildest dreams would she have acquired Serena's skill of effortlessly captivation men, and now she was living it. She didn't even try; it was effortless. Blair Waldorf was on fire, and it felt good.
No matter how long you try to be good; you can't keep a bad girl down.
"Thanks for the lift home."
"You were ... amazing up there."
And for the first time, Blair saw Chuck. Being with him, it gave her a freedom that she never knew she wanted, but now she couldn't fight this feeling. She moved in closer; kissing him cautiously.
"You sure?"
She decided to stop thinking and starting feeling. Their kisses deepened, their touches hardened, their moans became more audible. She let Chuck take her to a state of ecstasy, and she knew from then on there was no going back.
Blair Waldorf had been looking for escape tonight; she got so much more.