A/N: ATTENTION, READERS! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE do NOT review if you are a guest (unless you have no pending questions/serious disagreements with something I've written/my opinion). If you write something in your review that I feel I need to address, it is very frustrating that the only way I can address it is by putting it in an author's note for the world to see and just hoping you'll see it, so I can clear the matter up. So, PLEASE, as much as I crave reviews, I don't crave them enough to feel like I can't get my point across the way I wanted it to be. Below is a response to a guest reviewer, so you can skip it if you are not the guest reviewer – smiley that reviewed in chapter 2. And again, as always, thank-you SO much for all your lovely reviews & for reading! It means a lot! =D And sorry I took so long to update!

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GUEST REVIEWER: SMILEY – I understand where you're coming from on the cheating issue, but I do not believe I'm wrong on the Chuck cheating issue. First off, can you really count Chuck cheating on Blair at the end of season 1? Yes and no. Yes, because as far as Blair was concerned, they were still together, but no because when Chuck tossed out those roses, in his mind he was not showing up to the helipad and he was ending their relationship right there. His next move to sleep with Amelia, the interior designer, was just him returning to his old lifestyle, not him cheating in a relationship he was still in. And as far as his attempts to get her to cheat in S2? As far as Marcus goes, that wasn't a relationship that anyone was really taking that seriously, and besides that, every time Chuck tried to seduce her – no matter what he may have said or how he may have acted – he didn't see it as him getting Blair to cheat on her boyfriend. He saw it as her getting back together with him, as in them reuniting. Personally though, I don't think he ever would've gone through with getting her to cheat on Nate in S2. He lost Nate once. He wasn't going to lose him again, if he could help it. He just wanted to tempt her thoroughly so that she'd come back to her senses and realize it was him she wanted to be with, not Nate. When she cheated in 4x22…yes, that was cheating, but if you'll notice neither of them acknowledged it as that until Chuck made it clear they weren't going to get back together. The act in and of itself in the moment was them deciding to be together again, not having a quick rendezvous and then her going back to Louis. That said, what I most meant when I said Chuck was against cheating in my last chap was that he was fiercely against not cheating on Blair, or rather that he would never cheat, like I emphasized with the Jenny incident. Still, I fully believe everything else I've said on the matter in this note to you, so no, I'm definitely not going to reword Chuck's thoughts on that topic in the last chapter, because I truly don't believe what you think his views of cheating were are actually what they are. If you have more to say on this matter, sign up for an account on here & PM me or find me on twitter. My username is: chuckandblair90. But please don't enter in more of your thoughts about this in a guest review. I'd rather not broadcast it to everyone who reads my chapters, especially so I can prevent other people from chipping in on both sides. This is not a forum.

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Ch.4—

By the time they reached the first bedroom, Blair couldn't feel her legs. The memory of Chuck's lustful stare on her backside refused to erase itself from her mind, and she wanted more than anything to have him either in front of her or exactly where she stood, so he couldn't stare at her ass in this cursed tight blue dress she wore.

Their hostess was saying something, but Blair couldn't comprehend. All she saw was a large room with a canopy bed and Chuck's heat even closer behind her. Of course he wouldn't do his duty and come to stand beside – or away – from her. He was still behind her, right behind her. She felt his hot breaths on her skin. Her arms erupted in goosebumps.

She cleared her throat and moved farther into the room, crossing her arms across her chest.

"It's a very nice room, but I think we'll pass," she said, giving their hostess a charming, fake smile. She had to remember the reason she was there. She had to play her part.

The woman raised her eyebrows and looked toward Chuck who appeared to be somewhat indecisive when Blair turned to look at him.

"Chuck."

He pretended to look still unsure, his eyes roving around the room as slowly as possible, trying to appreciate every design and every curve of every design and piece of furniture in the room. But she wasn't fooled. He was toying with her. She knew how very much he wanted to scour the house until they came face to face with Jack Bass.

He sighed, looking torn, and she rolled her eyes, irritated.

Finally, she made up her mind and strode across the room, making a quick promise to herself that she'd apologize for what she was about to do later, and yet that it was still completely justified because it was all a part of her role-play. She wouldn't take any more of Chuck's teasing. He was enjoying this far too much when they had a mission to accomplish.

For a second she paused, taking in his shocked expression as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the lapels of his jacket and pulled him to her, smashing their lips against each other.

At first his mouth was tensed, stiff, but in a heartbeat his lips relaxed and he began to deepen the kiss, unconsciously setting his hand on her waist as her hands pressed flat against his jacket.

Finally, she pulled back and stumbled back a step, shocked at how long the kiss fueled purely by irritancy had lasted. She turned to look at their hostess who stood with raised brows, probably just as shocked by Blair's abrupt move.

Blair cleared her throat, put more space between her and Chuck and then turned to look at him, face as pristine and cheerful, and demanding, as ever.

"Don't you think we should check out some of the other rooms before we make our final decision?" she asked innocently, putting as much effort into her voice so that she wouldn't squeak. If they were still dating, she'd prod him further by allowing her hand to lower towards his crotch. Even thinking that now put her in the danger zone. She had to keep her mind clear if she was going to get anything accomplished. Nothing good would come of Chuck knowing he held power over her while she was involved in another relationship.

Chuck's eyes were hungry and his mouth hung open, as if he was trying very hard to breathe and not able to receive enough oxygen.

"Chuck," she demanded.

He blinked, shook his head and then straightened himself and his jacket, as if he'd just been through a tornado. Truth was, she'd barely touched him, and he her.

He cleared his throat.

"Yes, I…think that's a good idea." He forced a smile and gestured for her to walk ahead.

Blair smiled warmly and followed his direction, cursing herself afterwards that she'd let him walk behind her again. She focused her returned irritation on their hostess who was still looking oddly at the pair even as she turned to lead them out of the room and further down the hall to show further options.

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She could have grabbed his hand and pulled him along like the Queen Bee she was. She could have stomped on his foot or simply moved on, assuming he'd follow.

But no, she'd chosen the more aggressive, very risky move. She'd full on kissed him as if she intended to take him right there on the brothel floor with the third class, too tall hostess trash watching them.

Not that he'd mind.

No. Stop.

Teasing her had been a mistake. A big one. He should've stopped as soon as her response to him had become obvious. She was still attracted to him, physically at least. He should be cheered by that, and he was. But once he started it had been hard to stop. There was just something very addicting about watching her squirm.

But never had he expected her to kiss him. Not in a million years. Not while dating Dan, and not after having told him she wasn't in love with him anymore. Not when she'd harassed him and refused to believe in him or even give him the benefit of the doubt just a few weeks ago.

But here she was, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. From room to room, glancing at one bed and then another, passing scantily clad women that didn't have a thing on Blair, he was finding it hard to walk.

He couldn't stop staring at her either. More often than not his eyes were transfixed on her ass, her luxurious silk hair that cascaded down her neck and those legs that went on forever due to her higher than high heels. The desire to kiss her was almost overwhelming.

He almost ran into her in the previous room.

She, however, now appeared to be completely unaffected by him, waltzing from one room to the next as if she was having the time of her life and on nothing more than a school fieldtrip.

"I'm sorry," their hostess interrupted his thoughts, apologizing for what felt like the thousandth time. "I thought you loved that last room, especially the canopy bed? You look like the type that likes a royal theme."

Chuck forced himself to focus on the task at hand with Blair's "Not anymore." He didn't know whether she was referring to them or her and Louis but it was enough to make him snap into gear.

"Perhaps we should extend our search to beyond just bedrooms," he offered.

Blair jumped at the bit. "Ah, yes!" she said, instantly warming to the topic. "Any dark, small space will do. Closet?"

Pant. Pant. Two junior-year high school students pressed hot and heavy amongst the coats in the hall closet during one of Eleanor Waldorf's society parties.

"Attic?"

"Chuck, this place is disgusting. There are cobwebs everywhere!" She scrunched up her nose in disgust, her school uniform having gotten caught in another jagged crack on the long, winding staircase.

"It's spotless, Waldorf." He moved in on her. "You just don't like that I talked you into a quickie in the attic of one of my father's old buildings."

"It's the headmistress's house, you ass." She smacked him, but he used the action to grab her arm and pull her closer, thrilling in her little girl pout and narrowed eyes.

"Still one of my father's old buildings. At the beginning he only sold houses. Scandalous, don't you think?" he breathed right against her lips.

She rolled her eyes, acting unaffected by the seduction in his voice.

"Kiss me," he demanded, spreading his fingers across her thinly covered stomached.

Her lips parted and she looked almost outraged, but then her eyes dropped to his lips and she grabbed two fistfuls of his jacket, setting loose the fire that always crackled between them.

"The wine cellar?"

She was going to kill him.

That one had been beneath the hotel where Bart and Lily got married, where they were supposed to be 'taking it slow'.

"We might not have time to see the whole house…" their hostess began, unsure and maybe a little concerned as to what she'd gotten herself into.

Of course, Blair paid no heed.

"The whole house! We'd love to. Every room, even the occupied ones," she said, cheerily, moving past the both of them as she proceeded to make her own tour of the house.

"She likes to watch," Chuck said, displaying the amused cockiness that always defined their role-play, at least on his part. Blair was more cheerfully demanding. It was a lighter version of how she was normally.

God, he missed that about her.

He relished in the hostess's reaction for a brief half-second before he strode after Blair with a quickened pace. There was something about this whole…experience that made his heart race. And he couldn't help but blame it at least halfway on that tight dress that he couldn't stop staring at.

Damn Blair and her passion to play the part.

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"The dumbwaiter has potential…"

Damn right, it does.

"One of us would have to stand."

He groaned inwardly. And it would be fantastic.

So, Blair had gone off in another direction after they'd run into Serena. He knew it was for the best. They'd cover more ground this way, and their hostess hadn't been overly suspicious. She'd come to understand them even in this short time and she wasn't about to question anything else about their highly unusual behavior. It was probably making perfect sense to her now why they'd chosen to spend their night fucking in a brothel out in the middle of nowhere instead of a high class hotel in the city. Money wasn't the issue, obviously.

They were a sexually adventurous couple.

He groaned, out loud this time. Because they had been. And he missed it.

Their hostess stopped when he stopped, lost in his thoughts. When he turned to look at her she was looking at him curiously and he forced a tight smile.

"Something wrong?" she asked when he didn't say anything. "Did you like that room?"

She sounded hopeful.

He hesitated. "You know, I think I did." It was not his imagination. The woman looked relieved. "Why don't you polish it up a bit more while I go to find Blair?" He smiled charmingly and left her before she could respond.

A couple corners and hallways later, after searching nearly every room for any sign of Jack – and in the back of his mind, Blair – he found himself frozen to the spot as he and Blair turned down the same hall from opposite ends and both stopped on seeing each other suddenly.

It shouldn't have been shocking, but it was. Because she'd kissed him, and she'd left first, and it was becoming harder and harder to restrain himself and keep his mind on Jack.

"Have you seen Diana?" he asked, shaking himself of the thoughts that refused to be rid of.

Suddenly she looked defeated, her shoulders slouched as she walked toward him.

"No. But I think we're still safe." She crossed her arms across her chest when she reached him, coming to another stop. Her breasts pushed together slightly and he nearly lost his composure. "Have you seen Jack?" she asked, ignoring how he looking at her.

He shook his head as his eyes quickly flickered away from beneath her neck.

"No. I haven't," he sighed, for the first time admitting some frustration on that front.

"Keep looking," she said. "We'll find him." She offered a soft, warm smile when he returned her gaze.

He nodded and let her pass him.

"Blair," he said, before she was out of reach. She turned to face him, asking the question with her eyes. He wanted to interrogate her about why she had kissed him, but he knew what she'd say and something told him it was all futile to find out the motivations of a girl in deep denial.

So he thanked her instead and they continued down their separate ways.

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A/N: Review, pretty, pretty please? *bats eyelashes innocently* Think you know what's coming? Maybe you do…maybe you haven't the slightest idea. Hehe.