A/N: Since this is a continuation of the last chapter, I just suggest you re-read the last one to reacquaint yourselves with the material. It starts right where it left off. I don't know how good it is but after this things will pretty much come to a close. I don't know the specifics, but I pretty much know how its going to end.

Summary: "What do you expect?" she asked. He was advancing again and she didn't have any room to flee anymore. She didn't want to leave. She hated leaving him. But he was danger and it was just as simple as that. It had to be.

"Honestly?" he asked. "I expect us to have crazy and wild sex on this roof."

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Gossip Girl is king.

"Blair," Penelope said coldly as Blair and Serena exited the elevator. "What are you doing here? At my house. It seems like you've done enough damage for the day."

"Last time I checked it was Chuck's house," Blair retaliated. "And don't act like you didn't enjoy every minute of it."

"As much as I'm going to enjoy going home to my fiancé?" Penelope asked. Blair's jaw tightened and was surprised at her own restraint that she didn't rip Penelope's hair from the roots. Then again, she was never one for physical altercations. She proved much more detrimental at revenge. So Blair put on her cold society smile as Penelope entered the elevator.

Blair turned to face her opponent.

"Go ahead, P," Blair sighed. "Just remember that in those cold and fleeting moments you share with him, he's actually imagining me just the way he likes it."

She had the satisfaction enough of watching Penelope's expression drop as the elevator doors closed in front of her face. Victory was fun.

"Blair, what were you thinking?" Serena asked in a astonished whisper as the doorman looked with raised eyebrows. But Blair wasn't moving.

"Blair," Serena snapped.

"You're right," Blair said, relenting. "I shouldn't have said those things."

Serena stared at her as Blair slowly walked out the doors.

"Are you okay?" Serena finally asked. She didn't want Blair falling down this familiar hole.

"I'm fine," Blair smirked to herself. Fooling Serena was enough. This would be fun. "I'm fine."

When the elevator doors opened, Chuck hadn't been expecting her. It was the last person he had been expecting. Then again, it wasn't like Blair was about to walk through those doors again. A billionaire could dream.

"Hello, darling," Penelope said sweetly. Chuck restrained himself from cringing. He hated it. He hated it here. He hated this house and his life and who he was supposedly sharing it with. He hated her because she was scaring away the one person who had meant anything to him.

"Penelope," he said dryly. "Glad of you to stop by."

"Well of course I did," she smiled. And he knew it was coming. Right when her smile dropped. "You know who I ran into in the lobby?"

"Let me guess," he smirked bitterly.

"What was she doing here, Chuck?" Penelope snapped.

"What do you think?" he asked angrily. "Serena had to bail me out of prison. Luckily she brought Blair or I would have been implicated in something even worse."

And luckily Chuck was a master manipulator. Not to mention liar. It didn't matter that she didn't believe it. Of course she didn't. What mattered was what she pretended to believe. And right now, she was pretending to believe him. Case won.

"Blair is a master manipulator."

Yeah, she definitely didn't believe him.

It was awkward enough between them. They both knew that even if this didn't fall through, it would be as good as a society marriage. It didn't matter. He would cheat on her all the time and she would still be hiding the things he already knew she was hiding.

They didn't even sleep in the same bed. He never ventured in there, but he was sure it smelled like another man. And even though he hated being played, he really didn't have it in him to care. He knew he would just be a hypocrite. He still smelled of the beautiful scent of angelic perfume all over him and he knew Penelope was aware of this. And he just didn't care.

They were stuck in this gridlock until he felt a familiar vibrating against his thigh. Except it wasn't he vibrating he wished it was. He took it out. He smirked as he read the message.

"I'm going it," he said, shouldering past Penelope. "Don't wait up."

"Where are you going?" Penelope demanded.

"Work," he replied, pressing the button for the elevator. "Some sort of emergency."

Penelope watched with a cool smile as the doors closed behind him. She didn't even bother responding. Not in the way he expected, she was sure. Instead, she took out her phone and scrolled through the contacts. She listened to the ringing on the other end until he picked up.

"Karl."

Blair had forgotten what it was like to be around Serena. Not to mention how she overcompensated for knowing how she was an attention whore. She wanted so badly to be a good friend towards Blair that it was hard to shake her. Blair needed to be alone immediately and Serena really wasn't helping. And by alone, she meant with someone else.

She needed to get out. Fortunately, Serena usually believed the things that Blair told her. And when she said she would be fine alone, she was glad that all she received was a small look.

Usually when Blair said she was fine, Serena would later find her and her step brother in the confines of coat check or the family limo.

"Fine, Serena," Blair stressed.

"Fine," Serena rolled her eyes. Sometimes, it just paid to have a blonde best friend.

There was only one thing to do now. It was tiring having to lie to everyone she knew. She was going to end this if only for her own sanity. She typed out the text on her keypad and watched as it sent.

Meet me. our place

-B

It was just a waiting game now.

She knew he was going to respond. He always finished what he started and he didn't like going without. But as she pushed open the door to the roof of Victrola, she hadn't expected him to already be there. But he was waiting for her. He was always waiting for her.

"I've been waiting for you," he said with quiet danger as she approached his form next to the edge of the building. It was too reminiscent of failed love proclamations. Things were different this time, though. No matter what, love was proclaimed and even when she was being as resistant as possible couldn't take that away.

"How long do you think that I've been waiting for you?" she asked, almost breathlessly. She knew that when it came to them, things escalated. She knew that it was just different with them. And although she had come here for business, the way he was advancing on her was proving to be hazardous to her self control.

They were just moments like these. One moment they would be sneering at each other and the next she would be pressed against the edge of a roof. His teeth marred the flesh of her neck and she knew she had to stop this.

She put her hands against his chest and carefully put distance between them. It was the only way that she could survive.

"Don't do this to me, Waldorf," he told her. "Not here. Not now."

"What do you expect?" she asked. He was advancing again and she didn't have any room to flee anymore. She didn't want to leave. She hated leaving him. But he was danger and it was just as simple as that. It had to be.

"Honestly?" he asked. "I expect us to have crazy and wild sex on this roof so I can break off my engagement."

"You've got the order wrong," she told him. "I can't do this when you're committed..."

"You know I'm not," he said in frustration.

"Then prove it to me," she whispered, finally giving into her instincts. She felt him tense as she finally let their bodies touch. He evaluated her carefully.

"Care to be more specific?"

"Do you want me?" she asked in her sultry voice.

"You know what I feel for you," he said. "You know its more than that."

"The last two years were the hardest of my life," she confessed. "I hated being without you."

"Then why did you do it?"

"I was scared," she said ironically. "You scare me more than anything."
"You like being scared, " he remembered. She knew this really wasn't how she wanted the conversation to go. She had to have him be with her again but there was something they had to do first. And there was only one way to accomplish that.

"Will you do something for me, Bass?" she asked coyly.

"Anything," he said without hesitation.

"You know what we both want," she rasped in that seductive tone in his ear. "And you know I want to give it to you."

He could stop his natural reactions and he was suddenly gripping her with all his might.

"But I can't unless you do this for me."

"What?"

He should have known it wasn't going to be that easy.

"I don't like seeing you with her."

"Say it and I'm yours," he said, the same hint of irony in his voice.

"We're going to take down your fiancé," she replied.

"Is that so?"

"It is," she replied. "Because I know exactly how to do it."

It was very difficult to be in close quarters with her without doing anything. Being trapped in a steel box that lead to his penthouse without being able to touch her was the definition of torture. He could feel the back of his neck get slick and missed the way she used to stroke back his hair.

"How?" he finally asked.

"I knew the minute I saw him," she replied. "He wouldn't have come unless she called him. She did it to destroy me."

"And why would she do that?" he asked.

"Because she knew that if I came back, she wouldn't be married to the richest tycoon in New York," Blair replied, avoiding his eyes. She could feel his boring into the side of her face and she just wasn't ready for this. She remembered. She remembered everything. She had forgotten how powerful his appeal was for her and she had been away for so long she had forgotten how to defend herself against it.

"And what do you propose?" Chuck asked quietly as they entered the foyer of his penthouse. Blair paused.

"Do you hear that?"
Chuck was about to get annoyed at her for changing the subject. But then he did hear it. He watched in admiration as Blair ascended the stairs with the grace of an avenger. He couldn't believe he had forgotten what life was without her. Now, he didn't ever want to again.

Blair put her hand to Penelope's unlocked door as it eased open. Chuck should have been expecting it, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of betrayal. His fiancé (if in name only) in his own house. He wasn't much better but he knew his situation was different. He just stood there as Blair drew out her phone.

"Smile, P," Blair said sweetly as she took the shot of Penelope and Karl in bed together.