Chapter 14

Nate got up from his king sized bed, where he had been lying down on the chocolate brown sheets thinking, He was starting to go crazy. He missed Blair and he wanted to see her, yet he was torn. He wanted to be faithful to his wife and to his best friend, but it was hard to remember that whenever he was around Blair. He wanted to see her again. He needed to see her again. If whatever was going on with them was real, shouldn't fate or god or something, like, guide the way for them? Yes, Nate decided. It would work out. So he walked over to the mirror and finger combed his bangs so they were neat but tousled. He splashed some drugstore brand cleanser on his face, something Vanessa had bought for him a while ago. After straightening his tie and putting on a little of Blair's favorite cologne, he was ready to go see her.

As Nate walked out the door, he bumped into someone and saw a flash of dark hair. His mind began racing about what excuse he was going to give Vanessa for him leaving. But when he looked up, he saw Blair staring at him, a look of amusement and something else Nate couldn't quite place on her face. After the initial shock, Nate smiled.

When Blair saw him smile, she couldn't help but smile back. Her heart melted and she immediately wanted to throw her arms around him and kiss him, kick off her Jimmy Choo's and throw him down on the couch, and begin to-. Blair's thoughts stopped abruptly and she remembered her reason for visiting.

"Nate." Blair said slowly. "We need to talk about some things."

Nate nodded. "Yea. I think we do too. Come inside?" Nate asked with a smile.

"Okay, but just to talk. Right?" Blair questioned nervously.

"Course. Wouldn't dream of anything else." Nate said seductively.

Blair nodded and walked inside. Nate led her into the living room, a beautiful nautically themed room, filled with pictures of oceans and beaches from excotic locations around the world. Blair noted the little sailboats on the trim of the walls, each with individually painted sails. Then she unhappily noticed a picture of Nate and Vanessa on the wall. They were both wearing swim suits, and smiling and holding hands. Nate noticed her looking and jumped into conversation, hoping to distract her.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Nate asked.

"Just…what happened." Blair admitted quietly.

"Okay. Okay. What do you think needs to be said? I think it's obvious what happened."

"We need to talk about this! We can't just ignore it. We aren't in high school, it's not just some scandal that's going to end up on Gossip Girl!"

"I know." Nate agreed quietly. "That's why I don't think we need to talk about it. I just think we should…let things go how they want to go." With each word, Nate moved a little bit closer to Blair. She was to busy looking at her cuticles, and she didn't notice.

"What the hell do we want to happen Nate? I leave Chuck, you leave Vanessa, and we-" Blair stopped mid-sentence, everything overwhelming her. Nate closed the gap between them and grabbed her hand. Blair looked down at their interlocked hands through her tears, and they became harder. She looked up at Nate, hoping his green eyes would comfort her. They were close. Insanely close to her face. And then they were all she could see, all she could see because Nate was kissing her. Again. She tried to pull away, but Nate deepened the kiss and she was pulled in completely.

She couldn't stop kissing him. There lips moved perfectly together, in harmony. There was more force behind this kiss then the last one they shared in her apartment, more wanting and desire and anger. She got deeper into the kiss and began exploring other parts of him, moving her hands up his perfect chest and tracing the frayed edges of his leather belt. She could feel his hands on her to, removing her sheer pink blouse and her headband. His hand traveled up her cami and grabbed the straps of her Victorias Secret bra. Blair gasped when he slipped off her bra, and she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt until they were all undone. Then he picked her up and carried her into his room, and the rest is history.