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Blair was a strange mix of morose and angry. She had been both wrong and right about Chuck. He did want her… he just wanted her in all the ways she would not let anyone have her. They had been having such fun- why did he have to spoil it? She was not done playing in the shadows with him yet. Now, she needed to distract herself- no one denied the Queen, yet that is just what he had done.

And of course Serena was having a party tonight. Their peers steadily filled the house as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky. By sunset, Blair climbed the stairs to one of the second floor balconies. She found Nate already hiding there, nursing a beer between his hands. Leaning against the balustrade, she stood next to him. Her eyes quickly found Chuck surrounded by a hoard of girls all vying for his attention. Well, he clearly wasn't suffering.

Blair then followed the line of Nate's gaze. He was watching Serena smile and flirt, which she was honestly always doing. But, it appeared to be weighing on Nate tonight. Blair, bitter from her failures of the day, prodded him, "I don't know how you do it."

Nate played dumb, "Do what?"

"Keep playing with her. You two hang off of each other and do it like rabbits and then… what? You're not a couple, but from the look on your face… it doesn't seem like you're okay seeing her with other guys."

"Yeah," Nate breathed a heavy sigh, "But she's Serena van der Woodsen. I can't imagine her settling down with any guy, especially me."

"Yes, poor girl. Giving up her club hopping and calming down just a little for you- captain of the lacrosse team, star cross country runner, one of the cutest and hottest guys of our class and an Archibald. Poor Serena." Blair rolled her eyes. Sometimes, Serena was a nut and a half.

Nate glanced at Blair sideways, "You think I'm cute and hot?"

Blair scoffed, "Please, like you need me feeding your ego."

"You are the Queen."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled, "Yes. Yes I am."

"Who's stroking whose ego now?" Nate chuckled.

They both just smiled and looked down on everyone below for a few minutes in silence. Blair's mind was turning as she watched Chuck work- appearing to choose not one, but two girls to keep him company tonight. Her stomach rolled and it pushed an idea forward in her mind. "You know…"

"What?" Nate turned to look at Blair.

"You could teach Serena a lesson- nothing really mean, but, just remind her how valuable you are."

"Oh?"

Blair now turned to look at the golden poster boy for St. Jude's. "Take me to cotillion in December."

It was still six months away. Did he expect Serena to change her mind about him by then? Clearly, Blair did not expect Chuck to. And after a few moments, it seemed Nate did, too.

"Are you sure I'm good enough?" Nate flashed his best smile.

Blair preened, just for fun, "I suppose you'll do."

They laughed a tiny bit, happy at the upset they planned to cause those that had hurt them- though, Nate could not know Blair's motivation about Chuck. This was how Blair Waldorf operated, after all. Her eyes slid to look at Chuck, his arms around the two girls, walking back towards the house. Fine, he could have his sluts, but she would go to Cotillion on Nate's arm and see just how much he liked it. Nate was his best friend and all the things Chuck was decidedly not.

Blair's eyes wandered back to the crowd, "We should keep this quiet. I don't mind keeping it secret; it makes it more fun for the minions. And Serena will simply be expecting it from you."

"Yeah." Nate glanced at Serena again for a second before taking a drink of his beer. "Thanks for this, Blair. It's an honor to be your escort…"

Nate kept talking, about Serena, but his words smacked her in the face- an honor to be her escort. Chuck. Always Chuck. That night was perfect… what would her cotillion be?

"… It will be nice to have Serena on the offensive for once. Are you sure you're okay with this? She's your best friend."

"Of course. She'll understand in the end, it is all for the best- don't worry." Blair gave him a little hug before turning to go check on what her minions were getting up to.

As the days ticked by, Blair suddenly found herself on the other side of Chuck. He had always been the one watching her from the shadows. But now it was Blair, watching him trade one girl for another, as though she were nonexistent.

Chuck for his part, was driving himself to distraction. He would rather bear having Blair frustrated and angry with him than push her to the breaking point. And he was still a bit afraid of his conclusion that day in the pool. His love for her was not so terrifying- they had been friends for so long, in his mind it only made sense that he had some form of love for her. Tender, caring, sweet love… he had always been protective of her. He had known since the spring he loved her.

And the sexual things… that was who he had always been. So playing with Blair was exciting- to be sharing that with her after all this time. But to see it all collide together and know and feel what he had wondered at before… could Blair be the partner for him? Yes. He wanted it to be her.

If only she would yield to him.

But for now he waited, distracting himself endlessly, wondering what her next move would be, now that things were laid out clearly in front of them. His heart beat with a quiet fear that there would be no more moves. She could leave his love to die a slow death.

No, he told himself. Time, more time, more distraction. Just… keep going.

Blair stomped down the main staircase. She was bored. And frustrated. Maybe she should go out? Or just stay in? Or drown herself in the pool. This summer was so boring, she needed something to do! No one was up to much of anything interesting. She needed to cause some trouble… usually, that meant help from Chuck.

She stood in the foyer, thinking. Help… from Chuck. Hmm… She glanced at the clock on her phone and smiled. Late afternoon already. Blair turned around and went back upstairs to change.

The sky was turning navy when Blair left the house. A quick text to a minion and she knew which club Chuck was hiding in tonight. Checking her hair a moment, she straightened her back and entered the club. Tonight she was on a mission- or to be precise, two missions. Time to find out if Chuck would play.

Chuck was considering what to do with the woman sitting next to him when he felt his blood stir. It was intense. Like fine particles of iron dust steadily shifting to attention as a magnet grew closer until every bit was pointing in proper North-South orientation. Or for Chuck's part, looking straight ahead and pointing… straight up. Part of him was humming angry, because he knew she was coming for him- she wanted something. Why else would she be doing this? Walking straight towards him like there was no one else in the club, wearing the tiny shimmery slip of a dress she had worn that night in Ibiza. At last, she stood before his table.

"Chuck."

"Blair."

She gazed at his companion of the moment, "Business."

Is that so? Chuck could toy with her, too. He took a moment to lick his lips as he eyed her, "Private, I imagine."

Blair glared at his insinuation. Whether it proved to be true or not…

"Rooftop." Her eyes flickered over his bottle-blonde companion, "Five minutes?"

She then turned and went to greet friends and acquaintances in the club. Chuck cursed at himself mentally as he watched her leave, his imagination remembering touching her back the last time she wore that dress- remembered her pulling it off and running into the sea. His company was pawing at his leg and it just irritated him. He abandoned her in search of another drink before climbing the stairs to meet Blair.

Taking a little longer than necessary, she joined Chuck on the roof. He idly stood in the shadows of the stair access, gazing out at the ocean. Blair felt her heart flip in her chest, but ignored it, instead focusing on swaying her hips a little as she slide up next to him.

"So, business?" He purred, his eyes golden and catlike under the night sky.

"It's been a rather tame summer so far…" Blair played with her hair, sweeping it away from her neck.

"I suppose that depends on your perspective?" Chuck already felt his mouth going dry and his trousers growing slightly uncomfortable.

"Well my minions have been boring. Except… Penelope is up to something. She has a secret, I can tell. But whatever it is, she's keeping it under wraps quite well." Blair's frustration showed in her voice for a moment, before she turned and pressed up against Chuck, "I thought maybe if you helped me… find out what all the boys are saying? She does have that cousin visiting…"

"You haven't needed my assistance for some time, Waldorf. You forget it doesn't come for free."

"A bet perhaps? After all, we don't know if there really is anything to find yet."

"Proposition?"

Blair innocently looked up at him, "If there is nothing, you can kiss me in payment."

Chuck laughed, turning, and pushed her against the wall of the stair access, "Why would I make a bet I already want to lose?" He enjoyed watching Blair fail to stop the pink blush spreading across her cheeks. "And I think with the vagueness of it all, you need to pay up front for my services this time."

She was pinned between him and the wall, and combined with the sight and smell of her, she was pulling on his desire. Yes, all her stubbornness and troublemaking was going to cost her this time.

"Price?" She whispered, staring nervously at the buttons on his shirt rather than into his eyes.

"Touch me."

Pressing her body against his more, she wrapped her arms around his waist and replied, "I'm already touching you."

"Not this kind of touching, Blair." He nuzzled his head against hers a moment before pressing his mouth to hers, tasting her. At first, they only kissed, but soon his hunger for her broke, and his hands moved to his belt buckle. Her hands pushed his away, taking the task over. It made him groan, even just feeling her hands pressing against the fabric as his belt fell open, then unfastening the buttons and… pulling his zipper down was probably the worst- the sound, the vibration of it.

Blair was breathing heavily with excitement, kissing him as she grew closer and closer to touching him. This was what she wanted. Yes, she needed his help with Penelope, but she wanted to be with him, too, like this. Playing together in the shadows. Her heart raced with excitement as she slipped her hand inside. But she couldn't decide what was more exciting, the sound of Chuck growling as she touched him and he shuddered with pleasure, or the feel of actually touching him. He felt magnificently hard as he filled her hand, yet his skin was soft and hot in her palm as she gently stroked him. They continued kissing, Chuck's kisses growing more wild and passionate the longer she played with him. Blair was swimming in the sensations, reveling in her triumph as he pawed at her with her hand down his pants.

She felt her desire responding, burning inside- if she wasn't careful… yet she was having so much fun. Her hand wrapped tighter around him, tugging strongly. Another growl, as she ran a fingertip over and around the crest of his head. A bead of fluid was her reward for her efforts and with a very deviant thought, she found her exit. Sweeping the fluid from his head onto her finger, she pulled her hand free. She felt Chuck weaken at the loss, protesting a little when she also pulled her mouth from his. His eyes were hazy when he opened them to her and she gave him a wicked little grin before she popped the finger in her mouth. The taste of him was heady though the best part was the look on his face as he watched her suck on her finger.

Her little performance was beautiful, his desire was near breaking yet as he looked at her, there was still that little bit of fight in his heart, underneath all the hormones. So he pulled her hand away from her mouth and replaced it with his mouth, kissing her firmly and slipping his tongue inside. It was his way of reminding himself this wasn't just about her or sex, it was about them as he tasted the slight salt of himself on her. More, he thought, someday, we will have so much more. With that, he was able to pull away and return to their game.

He gazed into her eyes. They appeared as hazy as he imagined his own were. "I will find what Penelope is hiding."

Leaning in, his place a small sweet kiss, a promise, on her cheek.

Blair's smile was sweet, and a little wicked in reply, "Anything, in service of the Queen."

His trousers were still open, and she raked her nails over the fabric, watching him tremble a little before she turned and left.

Chuck glared at her retreating form, the glittering swish of her skirt as she turn the corner towards the stairs. He huffed at himself as he corrected his trousers. He wondered if she knew how perfect she really was. Perfect… and everything he could ever imagine wanting.

It took a little tactical maneuvering to work in a means of uncovering what Penelope was hiding, but in just under a week Chuck had the answer. He sauntered through the garden behind the girl's house, happy in his accomplishment and curious to see what it might garner him. His gait slowed a little as he heard music straining through the trees. He had secretly hoped to catch Blair swimming or sunbathing by sneaking around the back of the house. Yet he was not sure if he was disappointed, or more excited to spy upon Blair practicing her cello. He walked up along the side of the house, slipping onto the patio, hiding in the shadows as he watched her.

Her back was to the sun, the light bright as it hit the sheet music in front of her. He was standing behind her, undetected, yet he could see a little of her from the side as well. The flowing, pretty little skirt she was wearing was shoved up indecently high as the cello rested between her knees. The horny pervert inside of him would have been complaining loudly in his head had she not been playing Bach. The Bourée from Suite 3, and his heart skipped like her bow across the strings. She was flying through the end of the piece and he heard her berate herself as she dug the bow in harder before sliding over the last few notes. It was something he enjoyed knowing that no one else really knew about Blair. Yes, she was Queen B, merciless, an absolute bitch at times- or a lot of the time. But what no one else saw, was she was just as hard on herself as she was everyone else.

She pulled up a thick book next, still grumbling at herself about the performance and proceeded to play a complex set of scales, full of ringing harmonics that made his skin tingle with their clarity. That exercise seemed to satisfy her a little and she took her time flipping through the book before choosing the next exercise. Arpeggios… starting low, climbing high, then sliding down low again. Over and over. This made his heart jolt, pulling up the memory of their Bach Prélude, that one time she had played it for him in front of everyone at the end of eighth grade.

The arpeggios must have triggered the same thought in her, for suddenly, the practice arpeggios had ended and she was slipping into the Bach Prélude. The notes shot straight into his heart, pulling him from the shadows, towards her. He walked quietly, carefully, he discovered her eyes were closed as her hand moved up and down and across the strings. He didn't know why, but listening to her play this- play what he thought of as them, their song, it was killing him.

Chuck reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder, "Stop."

Blair started, the bow scratching across the strings as it dropped away and her eyes opened. "Chuck?"

His name was a question, her mind somewhere else, lost in the happiness she found in music, wholly unaware that Chuck was in the same space as her. Perhaps it was their Prélude calling him so strongly to the forefront of her thoughts, that he seemed to be standing over her. But she truly felt his hand resting on her shoulder, her eyes registering the strange, complicated look on his face. What was wrong? He loved this piece. So why did his expression look so odd?

But he broke the moment, the spell the music had cast fading after the notes died, and he murmured, "Come with me."

She stood, tucking her cello away before he took her hand, pulling her back towards the garden. It hadn't been his plan, but his smug satisfaction with himself had shifted into something else. His darkness was always tempered around her, put in check by her light and innocence, her precious status as a friend. But watching her just then, playing their piece, it cracked something in him and now. Now his darkness and desperation wanted to take something more from her before he gave up what she had come to him for- what she had started this game to achieve in the first place.

They crossed into a meadow and a large house appeared at the top of the hill in front of them. Still she followed him, but Blair asked, her voice quiet, "Why are we going to the Tilney Mansion? It's vacant."

"For some fun."

"Bass, if we get caught."

They had arrived at one of the many back doors, and Chuck uncovered a keypad. He smirked, tapping the code in. "We won't."

He pushed the door open and pulled her inside, instantly pressing her against the wall and kissing her. They were here for some fun. Blair's concerns that they were trespassing fell away with his kiss. Fun… her mind turned a little, deciding this could be very fun.

Slipping out from beneath him, Blair smiled and walked further into the house, "Come on, I want to see more."

Chuck followed behind, falling into her shadow for a time as he observed her. There was something odd, something cruel twisting in his chest as they explored the large house together. Blair was a Waldorf- her mother's daughter, as she painted what she would do when they peaked into the large living room and the beautiful yet hollow solarium. She described colors and furniture so vividly, he could see them, too. Something about it hurt and his dislike of it grew in his chest.

They found the library, its tall dark bookcases missing their contents, the room dim and void of chair or lamp or desk, yet the masculine power of the room still resonated through the space. Blair reacted to it immediately, as her eyes turned about the room, "Well, this would be your domain."

His? His?

He pulled out of her shadow and further into the room. Standing next to a tall window, he looked down on the expanse they had crossed from the van der Woodsen house next door. His. That is what had been bothering him. Whether she had done it consciously or not, watching her walk through this house and talk about it, she was painting an imaginary life, and in that life… she had included him.

Blair came to stand next to him, her gaze following his, she murmured, "It's a beautiful house."

Chuck responded by turning into her, "Yet you are still the most beautiful thing here."

Blair's eyes locked with his for a brief moment before his mouth covered hers in a heated, possessive kiss. She felt herself melt into his arms instantly though the question of fear beat in her heart. Dangerous, this was dangerous. Empty house. Chuck Bass… and she could feel it in his grasp, in his rough kisses, he was darker than he had ever been with her in this moment. There was a risk here, if his proclamation was a lie, if she was weak, if she lost control.

Their bodies were pressed tight together, her back against the glass, his kisses needy as his hands slid under her skirt and grabbed her ass, shoving her hips harder against his. The urgency and intensity was building, but that is when they heard it. A high, squeaky voice, "As you see in this room…"

Chuck pulled back, his eyes an amazing mix of alertness and hazy desire. The house was suppose to be empty. In the blink of an eye, he took her hand and pulled her through a set of double doors nearby. A smaller room, there were a few more bookcases lining the long walls, ending in a chamber of tall windows. With a swift tug, Chuck pulled her into a small alcove next to the doors, and back into his arms. They returned to kissing, ears listening a little keener this time.

It didn't matter to Chuck that the house was been shown right now, he needed to feel her. The odds of anyone coming into the small private room off the library were slim; even if they opened the doors, he and Blair would not be discovered- as long as they stayed quiet. And it seemed the risk had made Blair even more excited, pressing hungrily back against him as they kissed wildly. It pounded inside him: more. He was going to take more this time.

Turning them, her back against the wall, Chuck again snuck his hands under her skirt. But instead of snaking around to grasp her ass, he took the top of her underwear and yanked them down. The fabric fell to her ankles as a hand slid between her thighs. Lightly, his fingers slowly, teasingly, touched her.

Blair had her arms around his neck, hanging from him, kissing him back just as roughly, trying to urge him on. Yes, more of this, she wanted more of this with him. Lifting one foot free from her discarded panties, she curled her leg around his waist, trapping him close while opening herself more to him. He took this invitation to use his fingers to part her folders, making her whimper in anticipation. A free finger drifted along the soft sweet flesh, slipping and spreading her wetness further. Pulling his mouth away for a moment, he pressed it against her ear to chastise her, "You have to stay silent, no one can suspect we are here."

She nodded her head against his in agreement while wiggling her hips a little in pleading. He grinned, feeling a little more wetness drip onto his finger, "Not…" he applied a little more pressure, "A…" more pressure, his finger began to sink the tiniest bit inside. He could feel her tremble with anticipation, "Sound."

Inside.

She was so deliciously wet, Chuck didn't hesitate to add another finger after he pulled back. He returned to kissing her as his now twined fingers buried inside her deep, to his knuckles. One of her hands dug hard into his shoulder, the other tangled in his hair. He couldn't run or break away this time- and he wasn't going to. He was going to crack her sexuality wide open, just as she had opened his heart. It only seemed fair, as her hips wantonly rolled with the movement of his hand. She was soaking wet, the sound of his fingers thrusting into her, the sweet wet mess of him in her, could perhaps give them away if the doors were opened. But she was so tight around him and he knew, his skill and her inexperience would have her shattering in climax against him soon. A few twists and curls of his fingers and he was learning her more and more as her fingernails dug into him deeper.

There were voices in the library now, they could hear them, fuzzy white noise penetrating their bubble of intimacy. Chuck tried to slow, to delay her peak until the voices retreated, but Blair simply thrust back against him in reply. She was close and she was not going to let him stop no matter what. There was a click- the latch of the double doors to the private room pulling open. Chuck, protective, pressed her further into their little alcove instinctively, shoving his hand against her harder, deeper as a result. That's when he felt her shake, felt her tighten even more around his fingers, her head pressed into the hollow of his neck as her body seized more in pleasure. She clung to him hard, her fingers digging deep into his back. He would not have believed it except for how much more soaked with her his fingers had become.

The voices discussed the room, "This is where the husband liked to relax, storing his most precious books and artifacts here. First editions, items of historic import, a few prized pieces of art."

Some slight murmuring and then… the doors closed. His whole body loosened with relief, Blair now trembing softly against him, her panting muted as she breathed against his shirt. The voices receded until they were no more, Chuck still slowly stroking deep inside her as she recovered. The tempting idea of giving her a second orgasm crossed his mind as she arched into him. He thought of what the realtor had said about this room, and he murmured in her ear, "How is it you found the room you most belong in?"

"Chuck…" She whispered, her body trembling a moment against his before she released her grip on him. Her innocent body was tired so he pulled his soaked fingers from her heat. Recalling her little tease at the club, he stared into her eyes, locking her gaze with his as he slipped the fingers in his mouth to suck them clean. He moaned in appreciation, voicing his approval of her taste.

In her stubbornness, Blair refused to look away from him, but released her embarrassment by instead biting her lip. This caused Chuck to stop his ministrations and drag a finger along her lower lip, where blood had bloomed scarlet on her pink swollen lips. "You're bleeding."

Unfazed, Blair replied easily, "I wasn't going to make a sound."

"You…" The way his heart was pounding in his chest was something entirely new. She somehow grew more and more beautiful to him each day. He pressed his mouth to hers, tasting blood, hoping to distract from the throbbing pain. His heart was racing as much as his mind as he tried to process the extent of her deviancy, how it mixed with her stubbornness- her perfection. She climaxed within a few feet of being caught, even when he tried to slow for her, she insisted, pushed him onward. Then… to bite that hard? All to not cry out, to not make a sound in her intense pleasure and pain. Should they have been caught, he would have found a way out of it, found a way to cover for her- he was Chuck Bass, this was hardly the worst thing he had ever done. But it meant more to her that she not lose to him, lose face, lose his respect. So now he kissed her with a sweet urgency, his tongue stroking hers, until all was forgotten in a new wash of pleasure and the taste of blood was gone.

By the time they pulled apart from the kiss, many minutes had passed until both were filled with an exhaustive sort of pleasure and bore happy satisfied smiles. Chuck took her hand once more so they could leave this place, both having forgotten Blair's little panties around her one ankle. With a rueful smile, Blair bent down to pull them back on, bending over at her waist, her legs straight, and the roundness of her ass peeking out from under her skirt.

Just a little further, Chuck thought, and he would have been able to see her pussy. Yet her ass was temptation enough, and as she drew her panties up, he quickly smacked her ass. The sound cracked through the air and when her task was completed, Blair glowered at him, though she wore the same smile as he did. She reached for his hand this time and as she pulled him with her, he grumbled quietly the truth of what she was.

"Tease."

Quickly, they found a way to slip out of the mansion undetected and were walking back to the van der Woodsen house. Blair felt the warm sun on her heated cheeks; the thrill of it all still splashed pink across her face. But under the excitement and pleasure still humming through her, there was a small knot in her stomach. "Chuck, how did you know the code to enter the house?"

The nauseating thought that he had screwed the realtor flittered across her mind.

"Bart had considered buying the house. I do crash at the Archibald residence all summer- but I doubt he was thinking about me in the process." Chuck shrugged his shoulders, "I remember it from being dragged through the house before. It was a nice thought… to have a house here."

Blair squeezed his hand a little, feeling for him. But something about her gesture made him pull back from her and she didn't understand why. "Chuck."

He closed off, and switched topics, "Didn't you wonder why I came to visit? I've discovered what Penelope's hiding. And I think you could have some fun with it."

It was orchestrated perfectly. Blair was poolside, surrounded by her minions at Penelope's party the following weekend. The group was chatting happily when Penelope slipped away to supposedly play hostess. In the shadows, Chuck followed her, and Blair turned the conversation towards cotillion. Kati and Hazel were debating dress styles while Blair waited… then finally, the screen on her phone lit up.

"You know," Blair interjected, silencing the bickering minions, "I hear P say she found a vintage piece of Valentino. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if we snuck a peak at it in her closet?"

The small band of minions murmured their approval. Falling into line, they followed their Queen up to Penelope's bedroom. Quietly, Blair pushed the door open. She pretended to search for the light switch as the other girls flowed into the room. Then, snap, she flipped the switch.

And there was Penelope in her bed, entangled in the sheets, her dress halfheartedly removed, having sex. With her cousin.

Penelope shrieked.

Blair simply looked at the pair with disdain.

The minions voiced their shock and horror.

"Penelope!"

"Your cousin? Ew."

"Oh my god."

"Girls," Blair declared, "That's enough."

Penelope had covered her indecent state with some of the bedding and was pink with shame under her deep summer tan. Her cousin was shameless, looking disappointed when the girls all turned to leave rather than joining in. He had the gall to even wink at Hazel.

Back in the hallway, the minions quickly dispersed to spread news of their discovery. No one saw Blair slip into the shadows where Chuck was waiting, or saw him pull her into one of the many vacant guest rooms.

"How was it? Is my Queen satisfied?" He purred in her ear.

She was in his arms in the darkened room. And she was feeling good. Very, very good. "It was wonderful," she breathed against his neck, "Thank you."

"Anything," He felt her trail kisses up his neck, the sensation traveling in a rush of longing straight to his cock, "In service of the Queen."

She was now kissing along his jaw and he growled, eager for her kiss. He grabbed her and hastily shoved her back against the wall, finally pressing his mouth to hers. It quickly escalated into a long, deep, opened mouth kiss, the one battling the other for a sense of dominance. Blair's hands steadily slipped down from his face, his shoulders, then down over his chest, further down… until she firmly stroked him through his trousers, eliciting another deep growl from him. "Blair," he gasped between kisses, "What are you doing?"

She began to unfasten his trousers, "Such loyalty and service deserves a reward, no?"

"Blair." He weakly tried to protest.

But she had pulled him free, the feeling of her skin on his… he was lost to her. She leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I want to taste you," before she dropped to her knees.

Chuck was thankful he had the wall to lean against. Just the thought of it was making his legs feel a little weak. And then… he moaned, his breath shuddering as he braced himself against the wall. Her tongue, wet and hot, had taken its first long stroke of him, base to tip. Then several more times, her tongue tentatively lapping up and down the length of him, ending with a delicious swirl over the throbbing tip. "Fuck. Blair… please," he gasped.

She grinned, looking up at his face in the dark room. There was only enough light to catch in his eyes and outline the beautiful contours of his face. She could just make out the agony he was experiencing as he gazed down at her. "Please, what?"

His voice was dark, the sound rasping in her ear, "Take me into that sweet little mouth of yours."

She pursed her lips together, gazing up at him with sweet, wide eyes, "Like this?"

Still watching him, she pulled the head of his cock into her mouth, rubbing her tongue against him.

"Blair!" The tone of his voice was guttural as he cursed her name, slamming one fist into the wall while the other hand grabbed the back of her head and pressed her further down on him. Blair purred, enjoying his torment as she grasped his cock harder and strived to comfortably take more of him into her mouth.

"Yes…" He moaned, feeling her mouth working back and forth on him. How many times had he dreamed of this? And now… here she was, his dream girl, pleasing him out of her own desire.

But their secret tryst was interrupted, and another couple opened the door and stumbled in. Blair quickly shot up and buried herself in his arms, fear cutting hot through her that she would be caught with him. Chuck hid her in his arms, and made a very audible cough. The interlopers froze, the male turning to scan the room. Chuck gazed at him and the other boy gasped, "Chuck Bass! Shit. You're like, my hero. Fuck, man, we'll get out of here. Come on, Liz."

The pair hastily departed and Chuck felt Blair relax in his arms. Her heart was racing and a small dark part of her had been excited at nearly being caught and she felt the heat and wetness that had flooded between her legs as a result. Between tonight, and their last encounter, Blair was becoming more alarmed by her sexual development. The thought must have occurred to Chuck, for his hand was sneaking its way up her skirt, "Did my Queen enjoy herself?"

But Blair smacked his hand away, "I think that was enough."

Slipping out of his arms, she walked to the door. Just as stepped into the doorway, light from the hallway illuminating her, caressing her pink cheeks, she turned back towards him, and said, "For now."

Chuck smirked, half in pain, as he tucked his engorged cock back inside his trousers. The thought traveled across his mind once again as he adjusted himself. Tease.

AN: Thanks to the lovely Anjum for the beautiful edits and making me fix things ^_^ Tons of love to TheKillerDunja123 here on FFnet for the title translation. The language is Serbian and reads 'The Beginning'.

Hot enough? What was with Chuck, when Blair was playing her cello? Hmm... But still, hot in the end hopefully? I do wonder if three smut scenes *and* plot relevant information and character development are enough for you? Hehehe.

Thank you everyone for the lovely birthday wishes and gifts. You all are the best! On a different, holiday related note. I'll be in New York City and Washington DC for holiday travel. Anyone keen to meet up, I'd love to! I'll actually be watching the end of GG while in NYC, so if there are any fun way to watch in the city, let me know! xoxo ~K