A/N: So hi guys! I know I haven't updated in ages, but here we go! I hope you like this one, theres a bit more action in it, as promised and hopefully the next chapter should be up by Monday. This ones set about a week later... review as always love youu xo

-B

Eleanor Waldorf hid a slight smile when Nate showed her the photos on his phone.

Chuck and Blair kissing on the beach, splashing each other with water.

Chuck waiting for Blair outside her classroom.

The pair eating breakfast together.

Now, that photo caught Eleanor's eye.

The photo caught Chuck laughing at something outside of the shot, his head turned towards whatever it was, but, that wasn't why it intrigued her, you see, the snapshot also showed Blair, laughing in a way that Blair hadn't laughed in far too long, and as she laughed, she was seen stealing a piece of waffle from Chuck's plate.

Blair hadn't eaten waffles in years.

"And?" She asked, gazing at Nate expectantly, he just stared incredulously back,

"Mrs Waldorf, Blair is dating Chuck Bass. I assume I don't need to elaborate?"

"No, Nathaniel, I think that you do. My daughter made it perfectly clear that I couldn't control who she sees when the two of you broke up last month. So, I am yet to understand why you are here." Eleanor paused, looking at the photos carefully again, "Besides, she looks happy." She gave him a pointed look as she continued, "happier that I've seen her in a while, actually."

Nate stared at her in astonishment. He thought she'd understand, it had been a weak since he'd seen Serena and she'd told him to leave it be, and he had been trying...after throwing a few things around his apartment, he had calmed down and was trying to just let it be...but the more photos Gossip Girl posted of the two of them together in Vermont, the angrier he became. And finally, he'd cracked and gone to Eleanor.

He had thought she at least would understand.

But no one apart from him seemed remotely concerned by the fact that Blair Waldorf, the Queen of the Upper East Side, was clearly dating Chuck Bass, the cities more notorious playboy.

Not Serena.

Not Eleanor.

A certainly not Gossip Girl.

The fact that every time his phone went off, he could almost bet it was another post about Blair and Chuck.

Just seeing them together made his stomach turn.

And, as if on cue, his phone went off again.

Good afternoon, Upper East Siders,

You'll never guess what I've got for you,

Looks like Chuck and Blair, happily never after.

Is this it for our pair of hotties?

I'm sure we'll find out soon, but whatever it is,

Congrats to the Queen, that looks like it hurt, C

XOXO, Gossip Girl

Attached was a picture of Blair slapping Chuck, square across the face.

She looked furious.

And Nate couldn't help but smile,

She'd come to her sense then, good.

But, then of course his hone buzzed again, and a photo of Chuck stood at Blair's door with a bouquet of peonies and a worried expression as the door stood open and a teary eyed Blair stood in the doorway, just staring at him filled the screen.

He threw his phone then, across the room and it bounced off the wall and crashed to the floor.

The caption had read;

I didn't know Chuck Bass did peonies and apologies?

And that was the thing.

He didn't.

He never had done before.

But...maybe...no

Chuck Bass would never change.


Chuck Bass crashed his lips against Blairs, plunging in his tongue so it grazed hers as her tiny hands locked in his hair, tugging him closer towards her. He ran his hands all over her petite body, her blouse was already open giving him the perfect view of her flawless body. He gave her bum an affectionate squeeze as they rolled about on her bed, limbs tangled as he lay with her legs wrapped securely around his waist, securing them in that position. The beautiful bouquet of peonies he'd brought for her in way of an apology long since discarded on the floor, along with the shattered plate she'd thrown at him.

"Sorry I slapped you," she whispered, gently stroking his still red cheek.

she suck in a breath as he turned his attention to the nape of her neck, she leaned her head back, arching her back against him so as to allow him better access,

"I dissevered it," he mumbled as he ground his hips against hers,

"Yes, you did." she smiled mischievously as her hands moved to begin to unbutton his shirt,

"I think the plate was a bit unnecessary though," he smirked, pepping kisses down her collarbone and down the valley in-between her breasts, she purred in encouragement as she pushed his shirt off of his shoulders,

"The plate was very necessary, Bass. You humiliated me!" she exclaimed, pulling back slightly for a second,

"Blair," he murmured, "We've been over this," she sighed softly and nodded,

"I know, and I forgive you." she whispered,

"Good, because that means i can do this," he growled, flipping them over so he was again laying in between her legs, he trailed his lips up her jaw until they finally found there home on her soft lips. By this point, Blair was down to just her lacy bra and cotton shorts and Chuck was shirtless.

He thrust his hips into hers and she moaned, her hands running over the planes of his wellformed chest while he ran his hands up and down her bare thighs.

"God you're gorgeous Blair," he mumbled in her ear as he went to unclasp her bra, she moaned in reply as the continued to bump and grind eagerly against each other, his hands giving her bum another firm squeeze as her hands went down to undo his pants,

"God, Chuck," she breathed, arching her hips and reconnecting their incredibly bruised lips, "Oh, God, God I love you," she moaned softly in pleasure.

Then, she stopped.

Stopped still beneath him.

Oh my God, the voice in her head screamed,

She had just told Chuck Bass that she loved him.

It had been so quiet that he hadn't been sure he'd heard her right.

No one had ever said that to him before.

Not once.

He must've misheard, he told himself.

There was no way Blair Waldorf loved him.

This was just a summer fling...right?

But it had very quickly become clear to both of them that it wasn't just a fling.

This was much more than that and they both knew it, but...love?

it had been two weeks since he'd stepped into that limo and...he'd changed...the idea of waking up next to a different girl every morning no longer appealed to him.

"Chuck Bass doesn't do girlfriends," the girl from earlier that day had told him, but, as he gazed down at the beauty lying beneath him, eyes still closed in pleasure as he continued to pepper kisses down her jaw, he realised that the fluttery feeling he had felt for the first time when they'd kissed all those years ago, was still there, those butterflies as she'd called them, were still fluttering around his stomach.

He wanted to ask her about it.

Ask her if she had meant it, but...by the way she was frozen beneath him, he knew it wasn't a good idea...

Maybe later, he decided.

So, he locked his lips back with hers, with even more passion, as he tried to tell her with his lips, his body, just how much he felt for her.

She kissed him back with passion,

Thank God, he didn't hear me, she thought as he slid her shorts from her body.

Because if he had...everything would change.

And Blair Waldorf wasn't sure she was ready for that.

A/N: AHHHHHHHH so...yeah...risky, I know, but tell me what you think? In the next chapter, we'll see Nate at the camp, maybe? Or is it too soon? But C and B will defiantly be dealing with what she said this chapter...ahhhh! xo

-B