Hey all! Delay, much? LOL yeah sorry about not updating sooner. I kinda get lost in my own spacey world at times. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed the last chapter which i wasn't very happy with. Anyway, hope you guys enjoying this one. Thanks for reading along even after all the breaks i've taken. I need some serious catch up with this fic so i'm going to try hard to keep up with it. Reviews=Love. Happy Readings! xoxo


School Lies

"Hey. Let go of me, Bass," Blair huffed out, untangling herself from Chuck's grip as she reached the end of the stairs.

"Drop your Archibald habit first," Chuck threw back at her dryly. First the pool, and now she was coming downstairs after being upstairs with Nathaniel. She just didn't know how to let go of Nathaniel.

"You know I already have." Blair was tired of this. Tired of avoiding Nate, who was finally showing some genuine interest in her. Tired of being blackmailed. Tired of putting up with Chuck when the only thing she wanted to do was forget he ever existed.

"Really? A kiss does sorta send the wrong signal. Let's not waste time denying," Chuck streamed out quickly, his anger starting to take over, but propriety keeping him for making much of a show in the middle of a crowded room. Although they were off in a secluded corner, though how secluded never crossed Blair's mind.

"You know what? I'm tired of this. Go ahead and tell him," Blair signaled upstairs to where she knew Nate still was. The game was getting old and fast.

"Really? You want me to tell him how you slept with me and then faked your virginity for him?" Chuck responded smugly, reveling in the idea of having devirginized the virgin Queen.

"I'll just tell him you're lying. And who do you think he'll believe? You who bangs anything in his field of vision, or me his pure and honest girlfriend of many years," Blair said overly sweet, confidence blooming within her, knowing full well Chuck had nothing on her.

"I know he'll believe me," Chuck answered smoothly with the smile creeping irritatingly on his face.

"Why?" Blair asked doubtfully.

"I have proof," Chuck responded as he turned to face Vanessa who stood a few feet away recording their interaction. Blair stood watching mouth agape. "Good eye docu-girl. I'll take the tape now."

"You knew she was watching?" Blair asked nervously as she made her way closer to Vanessa...

...

Now that sex and lies have been caught on videotape, V's documentary just became the most anticipated new release of the year.

"I can't believe you! Why the hell would you let her record that?" Blair whispered angrily as she pulled Chuck away from the forming crowd of spectators and into the kitchen.

"Why the hell would you let Nathaniel touch what I said was untouchable?" Chuck growled back just as angrily. He hated thinking about Blair and Nate. Nate and Blair. The picture of the two together, in a bed, Blair moaning the way she had for him....no! No correction. She could never moan for Nate the way she had for him...but the idea was still disturbing and had caused him to have an upset stomach for days now. Partly because of those damn butterflies and partly because of that green companion called Jealousy that refused to relinquish its hold on him.

"Who said I was untouchable? Nate and I...you know what? I don't have to explain myself to you. And now, lucky for you though unlucky for me, Brooklyn Girl has a video of the whole thing. So I guess the ball is in her court. No longer in yours. Now if you'll excuse me," Blair scoffed in annoyance as she tried to make a clean getaway and return to her guests.

"I'm not done," Chuck whispered darkly as he grabbed her by the elbow once again and pinned her to the wall.

"Chuck! Let go of me."

"How about one for the road?" Chuck murmured gently as he pressed himself against her and stroked her cheek with his hand.

"You're heinous and disgusting. And I hate you. Let go of me. I already told you we're over," Blair shot out viciously, though the weight of Chuck's body against her own was bringing back a familiar rush she didn't care to acknowledge.

"Come on, Waldorf. I know what you want. I know what you need," Chuck whispered softly as he leaned in close and drank in the sweet scent of distinct Blairness.

"What I want and need is for you to unhand me," Blair struggled against his body, the words whispered and unconvincing.

"Really? Are you sure about that?" Chuck asked knowing the signs of her arousal very damn well. She was beginning to breathe heavily and there was a rosy tint coloring her cheeks and chest. His hands traveled to her thigh and hooked her leg onto his arm. His hand continued to roam higher and higher up her leg until it rested comfortably against her backside. He began to knead her butt in his palm and heard her catch her breath as the sensation coursed through her.

"Chuck...you've gotta stop. Let go of me. Please," Blair mewled out pathetically. She'd be damned if she wasn't getting turned on by him, by the prospect of possibly being caught red handed and in the kitchen no less. But that was the very reason why she should put a stop to this ludicrous encounter.

"You always beg for it, Waldorf," Chuck growled just as his mouth descended on hers and he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Blair responded automatically, her tongue dancing wickedly across his own, enjoying the sweetness of his taste and the softness of his lips. His hands continued to stroke her ass just as she began to grind her hips against his own. Blair brought her hands up to his shoulders and grabbed on, tugging at the lapels of his tweed jacket and forcing him even closer still.

"Mmm..." Blair moaned out just as Chuck grabbed her other leg and wrapped her legs around his waist. Hiking her up against the wall, he began to thrust against her warmth, eliciting small gasps and whimpers from Blair's trembling lips.

"Fuck Waldorf. I'm gonna make you come right here in the middle of your kitchen. Would you like that?" Chuck rushed out hotly against her ear as he tugged her head back and began to lick a hot path across the skin of her neck.

"Oh my God! What...you...I am sorry," Dorota gasped as she walked into the kitchen and found a couple pressed against the wall, very close to having sex if she'd dare say so herself. Turning around quickly as she saw the man rush to cover the woman pressed against the wall, Dorota made her way out the kitchen and scurried to find Miss Blair and tell her of the unruly couple copulating in her kitchen.

Chuck waited until he heard the light taps of Dorota's shoes far off in the distance before he pulled away from Blair and looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and shock and the normally pink hue her skin took on while aroused was now ten times darker in a crimson shade.

"Let me go," Blair said softly, and this time Chuck didn't object. He pulled away from her and slowly stood her on her feet and began to straighten out his clothes. "If Dorota knows..."

"Don't worry, Waldorf. I made sure you were obscured from her line of sight. Your secret is safe. At least within these walls. Can't vouch for anywhere else," Chuck responded as the smug smile returned to his face. He enjoyed watching her suffer. He enjoyed that he was the one causing her such distress. It was payback for the shitty way she was making him feel by still fawning over Nathaniel.

"You're an animal. You won't be touching me again," Blair huffed dramatically as she walked away from Chuck.

"We'll see about that, Waldorf," Chuck called out after her as he watched her walk out of the kitchen and back to her waiting guests.