"I know you were spying on me." Blair said lightly as she entered Chuck's room.
"What?" He turned around sharply, his scotch sloshing slightly.
"Or I guess I should say, I saw you spying on Nate and I."
"What's your point, Waldorf?"
She grimaced at him, stepping back. "You're disgusting. Who spies on other people?"
"Last time I checked, you did the exact thing just a month ago." Chuck drawled, challenging her. "Or do you not remember when you were hiding behind those shrubs, spying on Daniel?"
"That is beside the point," she hissed, furious. "Besides, why were you spying on me then?"
He shrugged, his lips pursing as he drank more of his liquor. "I got bored."
"You know what, Chuck? Forget what I said." She muttered, her voice menacing. "Nate is a thousand times better than you." She turned to leave the room, but he caught her wrist, jerking her back.
"Ow!"
"Slow down, Waldorf." He all but growled, so close that she could feel his breath on her face. "You don't know what you're doing."
"I think I do, Bass." She pulled away, striding over to the door, yanking it open. "Don't even think about touching me."
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"I'm a bad girlfriend."
Dan looked over at the blonde on his bed, eyebrow raised. "No, you're not."
She stood up gracefully, wrapping her arms around him. "Yes I am," she replied, mumbling into his neck. "And I'm sorry."
He smiled at her affectionately, kissing her. "You're not a bad girlfriend. In fact, you're one of the best, so I don't know why you're apologizing."
"Because I flipped out on you." Her cheeks flushed as she thought of the previous day.
"But we fought, apologized, and made up. You need to stop worrying," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her neck. He pulled her closer, gently kissing down her throat, letting his lips linger for the briefest second.
Her eyes fluttered shut and she tightened her grip on him, breathy moans leaving her lips as he teased her even further. "What happened to taking it slow?"
He swore, backing away from her as he remembered one of his promises from the night before. He raised his hands, palms facing towards her as if surrendering. "Alright, fine. You want slow, we'll do slow." He removed his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the ground. He plopped down on the bed, eyes closing as his head hit the pillow. "I'm taking a nap. That slow enough for you?"
She pouted, knowing perfectly well that he was peeking at her. "Fine, I'll go find someone else who will want to make out with me."
Dan's eyes popped open and he sprang towards her, trapping her in his arms. "You're not going anywhere, van der Woodsen."
"But you're tired and you need a nap." She replied innocently. She was back in control.
"Naps are for losers who don't have gorgeous girlfriends." He muttered before kissing her, crushing their lips together. His arms tightened around her as she reciprocated, kissing him back feverishly.
--
Nate Archibald sat in his desk chair, playing idly with his phone. Suddenly, it rang, surprising him. He hadn't been able to get service the entire hellish week. "Hello?" He answered quickly.
"Nathaniel, where you have been? Why haven't you called? Your mother is worried sick."
"Dad," Nate greeted dejectedly. "I left you a message. We're stuck in the cabin because of the blizzard."
"I don't know what news you've been watching son, but the blizzard's been over for several days." Captain Archibald sighed and somehow Nate knew his father was rolling his eyes. "I'll send the jet, I expect you home later tonight. Get packing."
Nate sighed, ending the call. He wasn't sure exactly how to feel. A few days ago, going back seemed odd, impossible even. It was just too hard to leave this paradise. He stood up, walking to Blair's room, knowing that she would be elated to hear this news. He opened the door and he heard someone call out Blair's name in a strangled voice. He thinks it might've been himself. But what can one say after seeing Blair and Chuck entangled together on Blair's bed?
