A/N: This is the last chapter of the first season. I haven't been getting many reviews, so I'm not really sure if anyone wants me to continue this. I've already written like 6 episodes of allusions for the second season, so it would be cool if this was well received. The last section of this chapter took me a really long time to write even though it may not look it. It was hard to write and I had to keep re-doing it, so I hope its good. The way things are turning out, I might be updating this once a week at the most frequent and twice a month at the least frequent. I'm just starting school again so I don't know exactly what my schedule will be like.

Summary: She hits him when he kisses her. He likes doing that when she's angry. It gets her even more riled up. He likes it when she's fiery. No… he loves it.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. All quotes are Gossip Girl's.

First Time

No one ever enjoys their first time.

Except you.

The pain was inconsequential. When one had been through everything that Blair had, moments of slight physical pain were nothing. Apparently, especially when it was being administered by an expert.

An expert that just happened to be one of her best friends. A best friend who just happened to be gazing at her with those gorgeous eyes of his. She had never noticed them before. They truly were a sight to behold. She swept his hair off his forehead and he closed his eyes gingerly against the action.

Blair liked that she could have control like that. Make someone feel like she wanted them to. He made her feel…

What was she thinking again? She couldn't be thinking this. He was Chuck Bass. She was just another conquest. And she was using him too, right? Then why did she suddenly find light brown eyes so much more enticing than dull blue ones? That wasn't right at all.

But it seemed like it. It seemed like she was supposed to be here. It seemed like he was the one who was supposed to be touching her, not her stoner of an ex-boyfriend. Her skin was on fire. So much that she thought there might be something wrong with her. She wasn't supposed to react like this. She had never felt the flames of passion before and right now, they just couldn't be ignored.

So she felt her legs tighten around him and the pain seemed to suddenly cease. He promised he wasn't going to try and hurt her. He promised he would make this easier for her. For some reason. She found that Chuck Bass could be gentle.

When she felt his final shudder she had no idea why she wanted more from him. He was still looking at her. It wasn't a leer, exactly. It used to be. Now it seemed as if he was just… looking. For what, she had no idea.

Even after she had put her heels and stockings back on, he was stilling gazing at her.

"You okay?" he finally asked. Blair suddenly found that she held the ability to look him in his searching eyes.

She didn't remember her response. With Nate, she thought it would have been special. He was her boyfriend of four years or something. But it wouldn't have been like this. Blair couldn't make the distinction; however, she couldn't find it in herself to take it all back. All she found was the smile on her face and that Chuck was returning it.

They were parked outside her penthouse. She didn't know what was stopping her until she realized that she did still have an (ex) boyfriend that she loved. This was just a fluke. He was just making her forget her heartbreak for awhile. But in the morning, she would fix everything. So why did she like the pent up desire that was radiating from him? She could practically taste it because maybe she still had some of her own.

Blair closed the door behind her. She cast one final look back at the limo to see Chuck leaning out of it with a smug smirk playing across his delicious lips. (She hated that she had that information in her arsenal.)

So what? So what if she had enjoyed her first time and that it had been with Chuck Bass? So what if he knew it too?

Love

I was in love with Blair and I'm sorry.

When Chuck Bass realizes he's in love with Blair Waldorf, things get complicated. That is an understatement.

Serena knows.

That's it.

And he can't find it in himself to really give a damn. He wonders if Nate ever found out if he would care. It doesn't seem likely. But times like these when he was standing there with him outside school, he knows the loss of his best friend would kill him. The real question is would the loss of her kill him more.

Because that's when it hits him. He loves her and it would absolutely destroy him to see her with someone else, to be without him, to see her walk away forever.

She's yelling at him now. Nate isn't next to him anymore. If he was, she wouldn't be here. She cares too much about her untarnished reputation. Chuck wants to tarnish it some more.

They're alone again. He likes it that way. And she's yelling at him. And it suddenly strikes him that he is completely and irrevocably in love with her.

She's beautiful. The most gorgeous creature ever to walk the earth. He's sure of it. She's wondrous and indescribable. She's manipulative, conniving, deceptive, malicious, cruel, cutting, intelligent, vain, and beautiful. Plain and simple: she's him. And there's nothing Chuck Bass loves more than himself. It's a fact. But he loves her more than he could ever love himself and that's the difference.

She's strong and she's witty and he never wants anyone else.

She hits him when he kisses her. He likes doing that when she's angry. It gets her even more riled up. He likes it when she's fiery. No… he loves it.

This could pose a problem.

Tuscany

So… Tuscany with Chuck. Sounds romantic. Minus the Chuck part.

He invited me. In his father's private plane. He knew I was headed to France so…

So it's worth a week with Chuck to avoid airport security?

Oh don't worry, I'm gonna frisk him.

Oh, B. Gross.

What can I say? He brings out the worst in me. And weirdly I think I bring out the best in him. He's been a perfect gentleman this whole week.

So that's why you're driving yourself to the airport?

He wanted to see his dad before he left.

"You should definitely wear this more often," Chuck holding up a piece of Blair's lingerie in the mirror. "And why haven't I seen this more often?"

"Um..." Blair said from behind the bathroom door, "because you blogged about our sex life to Gossip Girl and compared me to your dad's sweaty old horse."

"Oh, that," Chuck said. "I almost forgot."

Blair stepped from behind the door and Chuck gaped. "Luckily you have me and you won't ever get the chance to."

"I changed my mind," Chuck ammended, taking in her scantily clad body, "that is what you should wear on our trip to Tuscany."

"Well you're the one who won't have sex with me, so--" Blair broke off. "Wait, Tuscany?"

"You're the one who said I was being romantic," Chuck shrugged, sitting on her bed, flipping through one of her gossip magazines.

"No..." Blair said, snatching the magazine out of his hands, "what were you saying about Tuscany?"

"I said you should wear that."

"Chuck," Blair said, throwing the magazine across the bed. Chuck just smirked and leaned back across it, tucking his arms underneath his head.

"Speaking of which," he continued, "you should probably pack since we're leaving as soon as my dad gets back."

"Your dad gets back today," Blair said blatantly.

"That's right," he said simply.

"And what makes you think that I would go on this impromptu trip with you?" Blair eyed him dangerously.

"Oh, its not impromptu," Chuck grinned. "Its with my dad's team and they've been planning this for months."

Blair glared at him. "And you're telling me hours before we leave when I didn't even have time to pack."

"So you wouldn't have a chance to say 'no,'" Chuck said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "In any case, I knew you'd be coming with me."

"And why do you think that?"

"Well, for one because you said 'we' in terms of leaving," he reminded her. "And also, it makes sense. You're going to see your father in Paris this summer and we're going right by there."

"You think you're so clever," Blair said, not able to suppress a smirk from the boy she just realized she loved so much.

"No," he said seriously. "I just know you."

Blair sighed. "You have to leave."

"Why?" Chuck asked, looking suddenly worried.

"Because I have to pack and since you've given me no time whatsoever, I have to call Serena so she can help me."

Chuck grinned. "I'll see you at the helipad, then. I have to say goodbye before I go."

"Fine..." Blair sighed, looking wronged. Chuck just laughed.

"I'll see you then," he said, leaning forward into her. She pushed him away.

"No."

"I got you flowers..." he said tantalizingly.

"This whole seduction thing you think you have going on would work a lot better if you were actually planning on seducing me," she retorted.

"All in good time," he smirked.

Blair rolled her eyes but let him kiss her anyway.