Hey guys! So here's another chapter...it's still along the lines of Chuck/Blair sex...like the last chapter :-)

Sorry, the lack of C/B interaction has riled my imagination into overdrive regarding "action" LOL

ANyway i hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Thanks for all you guys who took the time to review, and for those of you reading along and enjoying. Reviews always appreciated. Happy Readings!



Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
Can't get no love without sacrifice
If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I... feel as if I'm wasted
And I'm wasting every day

--xoxo--xoxo--xoxo--xoxo--


"I knew dear old Nathaniel couldn't scratch that itch," Chuck mumbled on short breath. "I always knew it."

Blair's eyes shot open as her hands curled into fists on his shirt. "Get off of me," she squirmed from beneath him. "Get off me right now!"

Chuck groaned in frustration as he slid out of her warm body and leaned against the rumpled desk, looking like a very satisfied man. His hair was mussed from where she'd grabbed him, pulled him and tugged him like a mad woman. His lips were swollen and marred with her red lipstick. His shirt was loose and wrinkled, hanging open right over his semi erect penis. Asshole. Even when he pisses me off he looks absolutely delicious.

Blair stood from the desk and began setting her clothes back into place. What was I thinking? My God Blair, you're about to be married and here you are having sex with Chuck Bass during your engagement party!

"Oh come on now, Blair. Let's not spoil a good thing. You still have another few minutes before your guests even notice your gone. Why not put them to good use?" Chuck teased as he wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

Blair's face flushed to shades of red that competed with her red dress and former lipstick. "You're an asshole. An insufferable, intolerable, poor excuse-"

"Poor excuse for what? A man? Because I don't think that fuck session I just gave you was a poor excuse for anything." Chuck wiped himself clean with the tails of his shirt and began pulling his pants up.

"You're infuriating. I can't believe I let you touch me!" Blair huffed as she walked, or more specifically stomped, to the other side of the room to use the mirror that hung over the fireplace.

"Let me touch you? Oh please...you don't let me do anything. I do whatever I want," Chuck countered, beyond annoyed at this point. He hated this part. The fighting. The bitching. It was always the same shit with her.

"I don't think so, Bass. And this thing," Blair said signaling back and forth between them with her hand, "never happened. Got it?" Blair turned dark eyes on him as she pinned her hair back on top of her head and adjusted the straps of her dress.

"Right. Because the come dripping down your legs doesn't speak volumes of what just happened in here. And don't pretend you didn't come looking for this. Why else would you follow me in here? You know what being in close proximity to each other leads to," Chuck said as he served himself another hit of scotch and took a seat on the couch.

"You're disgusting and repulsive. No I didn't come over here looking to get mauled by your dirty paws," Blair answered indignantly. Please, there were plenty of other men, if Nate didn't do it for her, who would bed her if she only but batted her lashes at them. Only those men aren't Chuck, now are they Blair?

Damn stupid voice inside her head! That nagging conscious was worse than Chuck himself.

"Right. So are you really leaving to rejoin the party knowing that I have another two or three good rounds left in me?" Chuck asked casually as he finished his drink in one sip and grinned behind the glass.

Blair shuddered inadvertently and cursed whatever misfortune had been cast upon her. Goodness gracious, I'm not a hussy. At least not anymore. God why don't I just learn to stay away from this man. He's no good. He's a horrible influence.

"Yes. Of course I'm leaving you ass," Blair said vehemently, but her feet refused to move.

Chuck's soft laughter piqued her temper and yet she could do nothing but stand and stare at him as he stood and walked casually toward her. She could see his already prominent erection straining against his pants, and her body began drumming appreciatively at the sight. Who are you kidding, Waldorf? You're still a hussy. For Chuck Bass, you're the world's biggest slut!

Shame ripped through her as she felt her body wet and ready itself for sex.

"I thought you said you were leaving," Chuck muttered softly as he pressed his hips against her waist from behind and dragged his fingers lightly across her shoulder. She could feel every throb and pulse of his erection against her back. Her inner walls pulsed and contracted in tune.

"I am..." Blair squeaked unconvincingly.

"Good." Chuck stated it simply, though his hand began to unzip her dress from behind, exposing her silky flesh to the cool air of the room. He saw the goosebumps form beneath his touch and he leaned over to kiss a warm trail down her back.

Blair sighed blissfully, turning in his arms as his mouth reached the end of her unzipped dress. He was kneeling before her now, looking at her with such intense, hungry eyes that she felt herself come undone before him. "Take me. Now. And don't you dare say a word."

Chuck snickered at her command. "Mm. Sure my love. Your wish is my command."

Blair's mind was too overwhelmed with desire and unsatisfied lust that she missed the endearment.

Chuck's mind was too overwhelmed with desire and unsatisfied lust that he himself missed the endearment.

He slid the dress off her to form a pool at her feet, standing up and guiding her to the couch.

"We're going to take our time this time around. I want to enjoy every moment of this," Chuck whispered as he laid her down gently on the couch. He undressed her remaining undergarments between kisses, licks and tiny bites. Blair returned the favor, undressing him hurriedly, but kissing every inch of exposed flesh along the way. God this felt good. She didn't care what he thought of her for giving in so easily. She didn't care that she was missing her own wedding rehearsal. All she cared about at the moment was dousing that flame that had been burning within her the moment she'd spotted Chuck walk through the doors of the Archibald's, soon to be hers, home.

"You taste so good," Chuck groaned against her neck as he licked and nipped at her skin.

"Chuck...please..." Blair moaned beneath him. His words were enticing, his touch riveting. She needed him now.

"Easy, B. Nice and slow, remember?" he said as his hand roamed further down her body and pushed her thighs apart. His fingers dipped between her slick folds, and he growled in pleasure at the feel of her warm wetness dripping against his fingers. Looking down at his hands, he saw his own come mixed with her wetness and he lost it then and there.

"Oh fuck..." he grunted as he attacked her mouth with a ferocious need and rammed his fingers into her body without regard.

Blair responded instantly, her cry being swallowed by his thrusting tongue and grazing teeth. "You don't...you don't realize what you do to me, Waldorf," Chuck moaned against her ear as his fingers worked a wonderful rhythmic ebb and flow that drove her to the brink of consciousness. She felt lightheaded, she felt short of breath, and she felt that if she didn't find release at that very moment she would die.

Chuck's fingers suddenly withdrew from her, causing a pitiful cry to escape her lips. "Chuck! No!"

"Shh.." Chuck whispered as he adjusted himself between her legs.

Blair's eyes drifted wistfully shut, already feeling him buried within her without him actually being there.

"No. No Blair. Open your eyes. I want you to look at me. I want to look at you," Chuck said as he tangled his hand in her curls and pulled her head up. Blair's lids opened up slowly as she looked into his eyes shyly and bit her lip nervously. "That's my girl. Now keep your eyes on me, baby."

Chuck slid inside her then, both sighing in gratification at the feel of the other around and inside them.

Their movements were slow and deep. He thrust and she met him. He slid out and she pulled back. It was gentle, it was sweet, and it was love. She saw it in his eyes.

He was looking at her the way he use to look at her all those years ago. He was tender, he was generous to her needs, he was full of emotion and barely restrained passion.

He saw it in her eyes.

She was looking at him the way she use to look at him all those years ago. She was slow and sexy in her movements. She was giving herself over to him completely, her heart in her eyes, a sheen of barely restrained tears glazing her eyes.

He kissed her then.

She kissed him back.

And their bodies began to weld against each other even tighter and more desperate than before. He grabbed her hair. She grabbed his hair.

They tugged and grunted. They thrust, bumped and ground their hips together, faster and harder with each beat.

They moved perfectly in sync with each other. The awkward grasps against wet, sweat sheened skin adding to the eroticism. Nothing felt out of place. Nothing was wrong. Everything was perfect. Everything was how it was meant to be.

"Oh God...Blair...I...I..." Chuck groaned, feeling his body beginning to convulse.

"Let go, Chuck. Please..." Blair whispered with a desperation that scared her. Her body was shaking and quivering, ready to join him in ecstasy.

Chuck held his weight up for a second, looking deep into her eyes and grunting as he stared at her, "I love you."

Blair's heart burst then. Her body matching the feeling as she felt herself erupt beneath him. "I love you too. Oh God, I love you..." she moaned as she raked her nails down his back, bringing him to his own fulfillment deep inside her body.

They were in heaven.

Neither noticed the person standing in the doorway.

They would soon be in hell.