(I wrote this after the episode Never Been Marcused.)

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It was a bright summer morning, the rays of the sun seeping in through the open window at the Plaza Hotel suite. Blair Waldorf stretched her dainty little arms and relished the silk duvet. She reached out beside her and felt for a figure; there were only pillows. Panicked, she got up, but immediately relaxed upon seeing the huge vase of roses sitting on the table and an envelope with her name elegantly written on it.

My beautiful B,

You were so beautiful in your sleep I couldn't bear to wake you. Join me for breakfast downstairs?

Yours,

Marcus

Blair giggled and rushed to the bathroom. She had to prepare.

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Nate Archibald woke up with a start. The noisy sound of the hairdryer was emanating from the bathroom, and he rubbed his temples and glanced at the clock. There were clothes strewn everywhere and a broken glass on the table. There were still scratch marks on his chest.

"Katherine?" he called out, peeking into the bathroom.

"I'm late for my breakfast date with Marcus and your ex," she said, rushing out in her underwear and quickly putting on a lilac dress. She planted a quick kiss on his lips. "I'll make up for it later, I promise," she winked. She grabbed a small Louis Vuitton bag and headed back into the bathroom.

"By the way," she said, "you're going to have to leave before me. Call me later, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Nate grumbled, still groggy. He grabbed his sweatshirt and walked out the door, checking his phone for messages. There was one from Chuck and ten from his mother. He pressed the elevator button absentmindedly, not bothering to glance anywhere else. Upon hearing the familiar ding, he stepped inside.

"Hold it!"

Nate almost dropped his phone. It was Blair, fighting her way through the elevator doors, looking rather stunning in a white sundress. She had the just-out-of-the-shower look he loved so much, and she smelled like Kiehl's lavender body wash.

"Nathaniel," Blair frowned.

"Cornelia," he replied.

She raised an eyebrow. "How is my future mother-in-law?"

"Good," he answered, seething, "we took a limo on the way over here."

"Good," Blair said, "I can tell from those eyebags that you had a difficult time working through those silicone implants and botox injections."

"I can tell by those eyes that you had a long, long sleep last night."

"I have really good eye cream," Blair insisted. She looked at the monitor, annoyed. There were still fifteen floors to go, and the elevator was unusually slow. She tapped her matching white Christian Loubutin flats and glanced at her Chanel bracelet watch. She knew she should have taken her time with her shoes.

"You're getting sloppy, Nate," Blair said, "It never occurred to you that Marcus might see you and the duchess together?"

"I wouldn't worry about that," Nate answered, looking at her. Maybe it was the hangover, maybe it was because she looked so good, but suddenly he had the impulse to mess with her head, and, smiling devilishly, added, "What will Marcus think if he sees you and me alone in this elevator?"

"Well, I'll tell him I saw you—"

"Like this," Nate leaned towards her, causing Blair to back up on the wall. He licked his lips and moved closer, trapping her body in between his. He could feel the rapid, shallow breaths from her chest. Blair thought about pushing him away, but her arms were rendered weak and useless. She blinked and looked him in the eyes.

"What will Marcus think of this?" he whispered in her ear. He looked at her and her eyes were closed, a soft sigh escaping from her lips. Before Nate could stop himself, he kissed her lightly. Blair's back arched and his hands made their way to her waist.

Ding!

Nate backed away before the doors could open. They stood at opposite sides of the elevator, staring at each other.

"Blair!" Marcus' voice greeted, which shook her back to reality. She plastered a fake smile on her face.

"Darling," Blair greeted, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Marcus peered inside the elevator, seeing another figure backed up against the wall.

"Nate, right?" he asked, "Fancy seeing you here."

"Funny, right?" Blair said, grabbing Marcus' arm to turn his attention to her. "I was on my way down to meet you, and Nate—"

"Really has to go." Nate stepped out of the elevator. "I'll see you Marcus," he said, tapping him on the back, "Blair."

"Nate," she said almost sadly. It was a few seconds before Blair realized she was staring after him. She smiled again and turned to Marcus, giving him a long kiss.

"Come on," she said, holding his hand, "what's for breakfast?"

"Are you alright, darling?" Marcus asked concernedly. He noticed that her voice quivered and that she was slightly out of breath. "You seem... out of sorts."

"I'll be fine," she answered, convincing Marcus. "I'll be fine," she repeated, trying to convince herself.

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