So it's been longer than usual since I usually update. I'm sorry. But I got very caught up in reading a set of books I just recently got, and I couldn't put them down for the life of me, lol. That, and I was debating how I wanted this chapter to go. I had two ideas, both similar, but they would impact the story and its timeline slightly differently. So..I finally made my decision and got to writing. I'm hoping you enjoy this chapter and are still interested in this story.

This chapter isn't the longest, especially since I wanted to end it where I did. But I still think the chapter is okay. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I don't own Gossip Girl, or the characters. If I did...Blair would not be with Nate, and Chuck would not be with Vanessa.

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Chapter 10

Without another thought, he leaned in and captured Blair's soft lips with his.

Serena tried to look away, but she could still hear the soft moan that escaped Blair's lips. It was when she noticed Blair's movement on the bed, with Blair trying to bring her body as close to Chuck's as possible, and Chuck's hands in Blair's hair that Serena had finally had enough.

"Ew, I'm so out of here!" Serena cried as she ran out of the room, closing the door on the brunette pair.

At Serena's outburst, they pulled apart, both of them breathing slightly raggedly.

"And she thought I had a thing for dramatics," Blair scoffed. Chuck smirked, and let out a small chuckle at the expression on Blair's face, but quickly went back to his ministrations on her mouth.

"Chuck--" she tried to say, but he cut her off as his tongue began to trace her lips, seeking access. She was enjoying herself and the sensations his kisses created too much to try to stop him, and so she willingly let his tongue explore her mouth.

His left hand found its way into her chocolate curls again, while his other hand explored every inch of her body that he could reach, and pulled her body as close to his own as possible in the process.

It's when his hand began to slowly caress its way up her thigh that she remembered why they couldn't do this.

"Chuck," she breathed, the word muffled by his lips still crushing hers with passion, but also with a certain tenderness. But he doesn't stop, he thinks she's simply saying his name out of pleasure or enjoyment.

Realizing that she won't have much luck with her words to try and stop this before it goes too far, she places her hands on his chest and uses all her strength to push him off from on top of her.

He lands on the floor with a resounding thud.

"Ow! Damn it, Blair!" he almost yells, and Blair has to supress a giggle at his reaction. With a loud groan of protest to her actions, he pulls himself off the floor and glares at her. "What was that for? Weren't you enjoying yourself? Because I think you were. I have the scratch marks to prove it," he finished with a smirk, causing Blair to roll her eyes.

"That's besides the point," she said with a glare. "This," she said, motioning her hand between the two of them, "can't happen. It shouldn't happen."

"And why is that?" he asked, his eyebrow quirked as he took a seat beside her on the bed again.

"Because it can't, Chuck."

"So let me get this straight," he drawled, his hands folding together into his lap. "I was enjoying myself. You were enjoying yourself. And you're pregnant with my baby," he said, bringing his hand to gently place it over her stomach. "But you don't want to sleep with me."

"I never said I didn't want to," Blair whispered, her eyes gazing downward, looking anywhere but him.

"Then what's the problem, Waldorf?" he asked, his voice more calm and soothing now, no longer containing a hint of irritation or amusement. He didn't want to push her into sleeping with him, but he wanted to know why she pushed him away.

After getting no response after a few minutes, and her eyes remaining glued to anything but him, he grew anxious and brought his finger under her chin to bring her face to look at him. "Blair?" he asked hesitantly, still hoping for a response.

Her eyes finally lifted to meet his, his hand still below her chin to try and keep her from looking away. It was then that he noticed the slight excess moisture in her eyes. She quickly looked down again before she dared to speak.

"What are we, Chuck?" she whispered in a shaky breath. "You're the womanizer of the Upper East Side. And I'm...me. First you wanted to do things right, and take things slow. And then you abandoned me and never showed up in Tuscany. Then you try to get me back, but you refuse to tell me that you love me. And then...I finally tell you I love you, and...you brushed me aside, and then showed up in my room that night...which, ultimately is how we got here," she motioned around the room with her hand before placing it over her belly. "I'm not saying I regret that night," she added quickly. "And you've been good to me since you found out about the baby. But...where does that leave us? What are we?" she whispered.

"Blair," he spoke softly, trying to get her to meet his gaze. "I'm not exactly the womanizer of the Upper East Side anymore. I haven't been with anyone since that night with you after my father's funeral," he confessed, feeling a pang in his chest at the memory of his father's death. He searched her eyes for her reaction, knowing she wouldn't have expected that from him, but all he could detect was slight shock in her eyes.

"I -- you -- you haven't been with anyone since we were last together?" she asked breathlessly, searching his face for any sign of this being a lie.

"No one."

"Why?" she asked, having a hard time accepting what he was saying. It was shocking to her. Chuck was all about booze and women, and here he was telling her he hadn't been with anyone since her, since the night their baby was conceived. "You -- you're always with someone new every night."

"You. I kept thinking about you. Had I thought about having sex with women I met? Of course. I mean, I'm Chuck Bass. But I didn't because...because they weren't you," he explained hesitantly, his eyes still locked on hers, trying to measure her reaction.

But she didn't give him long to try to judge her reaction, because she rolled over to straddle him, her mouth was fervently on his, with a new kind of urgency. At his explanation, her heart had swelled, knowing that he thought of her after he had left, and that he didn't want other women, because he was thinking about her. Because he wanted her. She knew their conversation so far hadn't fully solved the question of what they are and where they stand, but what she wanted right now was him. She blamed it on his confession, which warmed her heart, and she also blamed it on her out of whack hormones. But at this moment, with her lips on his, his fingers knotted in her hair, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest, and their bodies so close together that she could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and could feel the effect she was having on him...she didn't care what they were right at this exact second. It could be figured out later. She just cared that he obviously cared about her, and seemed to want her, and their baby. And right now, she wanted him in a way that she hadn't in quite some time, not since Bart's funeral. And she figured the rest could be figured out later.

Her small trembling hands reached for his pants, and began trying to push them down his hips, but he broke away from the kiss, and grasped her wrists.

"You sure?" he whispered, his honey eyes smoldering as they searched her face, waiting for her answer.

And just like she had so long ago, she leaned in and kissed him again, giving him the answer to his question. He helped her remove his pants, and he just as quickly shed her of her clothing as well. Both of them looked one another over, taking into memory every part of one another. It had been so long since they had been together like this, and they wanted to remember it, because this time it was different. This time there was more involved, and more at stake.

There was an urgency and a passion in their love making, but also a tenderness and longing.

Being completely content after they had brought each other to new levels of bliss, they lay together tangled in the sheets, Chuck's arm wrapped securely around Blair's waist, and her head resting on his chest.

Chuck had fallen asleep, but Blair was still awake. She couldn't help but think about her and Chuck, and where she hoped they stand. What she hoped they were. Especially after tonight. It had been amazing, and nothing had ever felt so right to Blair. She had felt whole and complete when their bodies had become one, and even now, laying in his arms, she felt content and happy, like there was nothing missing in her life. She felt optimistic that everything would work out with Chuck, that he would hopefully want to finally be with her, really be with her, and that they would get through this pregnancy and parenthood together.

She couldn't keep the smile off her face as her mind was flooded with possibilities of what was to come in her future with Chuck, and with the baby - their baby.

But her smile soon faded when she felt an odd feeling in her stomach. A twisting. A sharp feeling. A feeling of pain.

Gently extracting herself from Chuck's arms without waking him, she headed towards Chuck's bathroom.

She was greeted by the sight of blood.

Tears sprung to her eyes at what she saw. Something must not be right. She shouldn't be feeling this kind of pain. She shouldn't be bleeding. Panic flooded her every thought, her every movement. She couldn't think of what to do, so she did what came to mind first. She screamed.

Spotted: Serena fleeing the Van Der Bass home in a rush, looking shocked and disgusted. What's the matter, S? Get a glimpse of our favorite womanizer in action? It was only a matter of time before you walked in on one of C's many late night romps.

xoxo,
-Gossip Girl

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Okay, so I was mean and ended it there. But I hope you let me know what you think, and if you liked it. I did at least throw in a little bit of C&B cuteness or a heart to heart, though! So yay for that. And C&B started to discuss where they stand, before getting...side tracked, lol.

Coming up....the fate of Blair and the baby. How will Chuck react to the possibility of something being wrong with Blair or the baby? Will anyone other than Chuck have heard Blair's scream?

With all that said....please review and let me know if you liked it and if you're still interested!
And reviews really do motivate me to write faster, I find reviews very encouraging. And also, a big thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! =)