Breakfast at the Basses

by SimplyShelbySJL

He frowns, "You most certainly are a baby Charlotte Bass now take off the make-up." A too familiar smirk forms on her face, "No." A series of one-shots set in the future, Chuck/Blair are married with two mini Basses and a mini Sparks.

37. City of Light : Paris Part 1

Title: Breakfast at the Basses

Chapter Title: City of Light : Paris Part 1

Author: Shelby

Summary: Chuck turns towards his daughter, looking her over. Her brown curls that go past her shoulders are almost exact to Blair's. She's wearing a headband that matches her school uniform and on her face she has applied lip gloss and mascara. He frowns, "You most certainly are a baby Charlotte Bass, now take off the make-up." A too familiar smirk forms on her face, "No."

A/N: Well I'm worried I have lost some of my reviewers, but I must thank you all immensely for the 26 reviewers who are still showing their appreciation. School has started back up and it's my junior year, so if you've been a junior than you know how much work it is. I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to leave a review if you want more!

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All of the teens had slept in on their second day in Paris. Charlie and Lex got up first and went downstairs for breakfast. She got a text from Andrea that said they would be down soon too. Now her and Lex just waited in the restaurant, which was absolutely breathtaking. Aside from it's gold and elegant interior décor, the dining room also had live trees around the room filled with purple flowers. The biggest one was in the center and right above the booth Charlie and Lex sat in.

"How is it possible that I'm still tired?" Lex muttered and leaned his head against Charlie's. She smiled, her eyes glancing at him for a moment, but stayed still. Unlike Lex she was wide awake, but luckily for him never got too loud in the mornings. Everything was kept at a calm level until her boyfriend was ready to come out of his bitchy, morning mood.

"Maybe it was all that role playing last night sweetie. After all a man messing around with another's wife can not be the key to a good nights sleep," she teased with a slight chuckle. Lex's lips tugged slowly up into a smirk and his hand found her leg under the table. "Amazing... One minute he's collapsing against me, and the next his hands are wide awake and up to no good," she sighed with a roll of her gorgeous brown eyes.

"What do you expect Bass? It would be credulous of you to think something like last night's carnal activities would not awaken me instantly?" his tone turned seductive as he whispered into her ear, "In more ways than one." Charlie's cheeks instantly flushed a crimson color. Normally she was never one to be embarrassed at his perverted comments, but it seemed several eyes in the room where upon them. "Relax, it's just in your imagination. As far as they suspect we're simply brother and sister," Lex added. Charlie snorted at the comment, but had to smile that he knew exactly what was up with her.

"Dating you itself is the biggest sin I could ever succumb to. Please do not even joke around about another one that would allow him to strike me down," her voice held much sarcasm. If he did not know her better than himself he would have taken offense. Which only further proved his point that no other normal boy could keep up with her.

"Awe did someone catch my morning bitchiness?" he chuckled, eyebrows raised playfully. Charlie turned to look at him and playfully glared. Then her hand swatted at his chest and lips pursed. Basses never backed down to an insult, playful or not. It presented a challenge to outdo the one it was given by and once again be crowned top bitch. A title Charlie held with much, much pride.

"Believe me Sparks there are many things I worry about catching from you, but bitchiness is not one of them," she flashed a victory smirk. The comeback was quick, clean, and short. Lex's eyes only brightened in response, impressed with her wit. His lips then connected with hers, mouth opened slightly, but no tongue. When they parted, his forehead rested against her own and his blue eyes gazed down into her brown. "Only you would find my verbal abuse alluring," she commented.

"And don't you forget it," he responded as his hand tucked a curl behind her ear. "I'm the only man who could ever handle you Charlie. Any other boy would feel threatened at the first challenge you presented him with. Such a commoner would be nothing more than a faithful golden retriever," his voice was low, but not harsh. She knew all of this, but did not let that display in her expression. Instead she gave a shrug and quirked an eyebrow.

"Some would think that better than a caged lion who could resort back to it's wild ways and turn on you at any moment," she quipped, never a step behind him. Shockingly, Lex could not respond so quickly this time. Part of him knew it was all in a joking matter, but another worried it was her way of letting out some true hidden thoughts.

"I would never turn on you," his lips moved without consent. Charlie frowned for a moment. Maybe she had heard something. No, the look in his eyes disclosed that argument right away. He shook his head, "I'm not saying that my ass-like qualities could blind me from time to time, but even if I felt completely dignified in taking a shot at you... I'd never sit back and let someone else do the same."

"So you're basically saying that if you pulled a junior year, told Gossip Girl about our sex life and dethroned me, Chuck... You would not allow yogurt to be poured on my head?" she questioned. They both had read the diary and knew the events. Lex was the one who had convinced her what her father did was brought on by his heart being broken for the first time. Chuck never even knew how close his daughter was to going off on him about past events.

"Unless I had the balls to pour it myself," he chuckled, but turned serious when he saw her face. His hand went to his chest in pledge. "Your perfect curls would be safe from any dairy products. Scouts honor," the smirk returned with the last comment. Charlie grinned and rolled her eyes.

"In that case I'll make sure to always have an umbrella on hand if said situation plays out," she muttered and took a sip of her juice. Lex leaned in, arms around her waist, and kissed her jaw line. The only view others could see was that part of him disappeared into her dark curls.

"Ugh Sparks... Could you at least act like you eat something other than my sister?" Max muttered with disgust as he sat down across from them. Charlie glared at him, but Lex just chuckled and leaned back in his own seat. Andrea waved, always extremely quiet in the mornings. Okay so technically it wasn't morning, but whenever they woke up was their morning.

"How Andrea manages to keep her breakfast down in your presence is what amazes me the most brother dearest," Charlie flashed a sarcastic smile. Max glared at her, but then brushed off the almost fight with a roll of his eyes. The waiter came up, took their orders, and left the table. Charlie turned all of her attention to her best friend. "What exactly is on the agenda for us girls today?"

"And by that she means you girls along with us boys. Then again if you'd like... we could just forget the two others across from us, and narrow it down to just you and I," Max added with a smirk. Andrea let out a laugh while Lex clamped a hand over his girlfriend's mouth.

"Well if you two promise not to kill each other before breakfast is over, then I thought we could just lounge by the pool today. I glanced in last night and it's both indoor and amazing. We won't even have to bother with adding globs of sunscreen to Charlie's translucent boyfriend," Andrea snickered and shot a look at Lex.

"Charlie your friend just insulted me," Lex whined and glared at Andrea.

"I'm well aware of that baby, but don't worry... I happen to find pale boys extremely attractive," Charlie turned towards him with a smile. He did not look too pleased at the response so she sighed, "Andrea you are not allowed to take shots at my boyfriend when yours was born with a tail."

"You swore that you'd never tell," Max made sure to add his usual asinine comment. It pretty much silenced the table and gave him the floor. "The pool sounds great though babe. In a foreign country and doing something you could do anywhere... I'm rubbing off on you already," he smirked.

"God help us all," Charlie sighed.

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"Little boy you are such a handful," Blair sighed tiredly as she carried Ephram. They both went into a Pottery-Painting studio, an unusual place for Blair Bass. However today it had been scheduled in her plans, or their plans rather. Epham's big blue eyes wandered around at all the colorful crafts. It was so cute Blair had to stop and let him look at a few things closer. She would not let him touch of course. No Ephram was far too like his father, as in he found fun in destroying whatever he felt like.

"Blair!" Jenny called and stuck her head around the corner. Blair and Ephram both immediately looked up at the new found sound. The blond stepped fully around the corner and gave a big wave. "Hey you guys are finally here. You have no idea how nice it was for someone to finally make time for me after all the drama that is my life. Madison and I are so excited for our new life in the place I've always called home," Jenny went off into a small rant, but Blair did not mind. Ever since she crowed 'Little J', the two had been civil and eventually friends. Then Jenny got married, moved away, recently had her daughter Madison, and divorced during that. Now she moved back home and Blair finally got to meet up with them.

"Oh please, well all know Eric is over at your house like twenty-four seven. I even overheard Johnathan accusing him of being straight and having the hots for you," Blair joked and walked around the corner with Jenny. Ephram stared at the blond while being carried by his mother.

"God I wish," Jenny laughed, "Seriously if I could find a guy like Eric, minus the only being attracted to guys part... I doubt I would have just gone through my hellhole of a divorce. Enough about that though, he is completely gone from my mind." Blair just nodded and allowed Jenny to go on for as long as she needed. After all if her and Chuck ever got a divorce, which would never happen, but if it did she would die.

"Well then where is the lovely Madison? I have not had the pleasure of meeting her yet, but the pictures you sent were absolutely adorable," Blair complimented. Jenny smiled brightly at it, still not able to kick the excitement she got when Blair praised her after all these years.

"Right over here," she led them to a table and then looked around. After a few minutes of searching Blair was surprised Jenny as not a mess. Instead she crossed her arms and pursed her lips. "Madison Hope Humphrey if you do not come out right now mommy is going to give you a spanking," Jenny threatened, but both of them knew she'd never actually do it.

"Mama!" a small cheerful voice cried. Blair looked down to see a little girl, about seven months, crawl out from under a table. She had blond pigtails, luckily a lot of hair for her age, and bluish green eyes. A completely mini Jenny, but absolutely precious all the same. Madison then crawled to her mother and latched onto her leg. Jenny picked her up and brought her over to greet Blair.

"Maddy say hello to Blair and Ephram," Jenny instructed with a smile. Madison looked up at Blair and grinned, her small hand waved with excitement. Blair waved back and then saw Madison direct her attention to Ephram.

"Ephram can you say hello to Madison?" Blair asked her small son. He stared at the tiny blond for a few moments and then turned his head into his mother. "That's strange, he's never this shy," a laugh escaped her lips. It was very strange because, being Chuck's son, Ephram loved attention. Ephram shook his head and kept his face buried in his mothers chest.

"Well maybe he'll warm up a bit once he gets to know us better," Jenny suggested, always the optimist. Blair just nodded and followed her to their private pottery table. It was already set up with things for them to chose from and paint. They had come here for Ephram and Maddy to make personal bowls, cups, and plates. Of course it would be Blair and Jenny really doing it, but they needed the babies for their hand prints. Jenny sat Maddy on the table in a place she would not fall off in case she fell back. Blair did the same, but Ephram put his hands over his eyes. "Are you sure he's a Bass child?" Jenny asked with a slight laugh.

"Ephram Bartholomew Bass stop that. Madison will think that you're rude," Blair scolded and tried to pull his hands from his face. Ephram only tried to squirm away though and accidentally knocked into Madison in the process. The little blond scowled and then smacked Ephram in the back of the head.

"MADISON HOPE HUMPHREY!" Jenny shouted, clearly more upset than Blair. Madison however did not even look scared at her mothers change in volume. Ephram didn't seem to notice either and instead just smacked Madison back.

"EPHRAM BARTHOLOMEW BASS!" Blair yanked him off the table. Jenny then did the same with Madison as they both scolded their children in hushed tones. "We do not hit Mister. Jenny I'm so sorry. I told Chuck not to let him do that, but his father will not listen to me," Blair apologized and shot Ephram another unhappy look.

"Don't worry Blair. Madison also knows how she should act," Jenny quirked an eyebrow at her daughter. The two babies did not understand the words that much, but knew the looks and tones of voice. Both watched their mothers for a moment and then shot scowls across the table at each other.

"Bad!" Ephram shouted and his small hand flew up. Blair sighed and shook her head. It was great the he had been advancing so much for his age. She even went to the doctor who told her it was not common, but all babies were different. Since she spent so much time with Ephram it was likely he would talk sooner and advance faster. Jenny started to giggle and looked down to see Madison's reaction. It was then she saw her daughter go to lift the clay bowl and throw it at Ephram.

"Madison!" Jenny exclaimed and snatched it from her daughter before damage could be done. Blair's hand went to Ephram's bowl just as his own hand went to mimic the move. "I really need to get that reflex thing down," she noted and nodded at Blair.

"Oh don't worry. If Madison is anything like Ephram over here," she once again shot her son the look before she smiled up at Jenny, "You'll have it down in no time." Jenny nodded with a smile. After they got the kids back up on the table and distracted with something they started to paint he pottery. "Here Ephram come help mommy," Blair called and gave him a paint brush. It was just a solid color, no way he could mess it up. The little boy had chosen baby blue, into pastels like his father obviously.

"Be careful Maddy. We don't want to flicker paint onto Ephram's bowl," Jenny instructed as she helped her daughter finish up hers. It was a light pink color, obviously a perfect fit for the little angel Madison... well looked like. When they finished painting the base and it dried both Jenny and Blair painted their babies hands. Maddy's were a soft lavender color while Ephram's a pastel yellow. They carefully placed their hands on the sides of their bowls. Now when they would pick them up, their hands would fit with the hand prints perfectly.

"Okay let's go give these to the ladies and get something to clean off our little ones," Jenny giggled. The whole time her and Blair had a nice conversation. After her and Vanessa losing touch, not to mention Serena and Dan informing her what was up, they were sort of on the outs. Plus Blair was the only one with a baby around Madison's age.

"You two be good," Blair warned as her and Jenny hurried off. Madison waved at her mother with a big smile. It was then she felt eyes on her. Slowly she turned her head to see Ephram with a smirk on his face. It was strange because so far all he did was scowl, pout, or hide his face completely.

"Uh oh," Maddy gasped when he moved towards her. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief and hands covered in paint raised. "Bad," her little hand pointed at him fiercely, but he giggled in response. Sure they were babies, with an extremely small vocabulary, but Ephram was a Bass and Madison was a cute little blond. His father liked brunettes, older brother did as well, but like his blue eyes Ephram differed yet again.

"Mad-ee," he sounded. All Maddy saw were blue eyes and yellow hands come towards her.

"Oh those little sets for them are going to look too adorable. We must have them eat together one day after their delivered," Jenny exclaimed with happiness. Blair nodded and began to prepare the baby wipes they had found. Ephram was a messy child at times and she could only hope his clothes were not stained forever.

"Well you're welcome to come over anytime Jenny. It's usually just me, Ephram, and Dorota at home during the day. The twins are off in Europe and Chuck has been at the office so much lately. He won't admit it, but I think he's trying to have work distract him from a house without screaming teens," she smiled and shook her head. Chuck may say the only thing that concerned him was his teenage daughter with her boyfriend in Europe, but she knew better. He was just as worried about Max, if not more. Just with Max being a boy it was much easier to hide and his kind of trouble could be kept up with.

"Oh that's so cute. I always knew when you two got married that Chuck would be... Oh my god," Jenny froze and her mouth formed and 'O'. Blair frowned and slowly looked up to see what the blond stared at it.

"Mama," Ephram smirked, two lavender hand prints on his cheeks. Next to him sat Madison with a grin of her own. It was then Blair noticed the two yellow hand prints on her... right on the top of her dress. Of course Maddy did not have breasts, but if she did, Ephram would have captured them perfectly. Oh no...

"EPHRAM BARTHOLOMEW BASS!"

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"Ugh... how did you get taller than me all of the sudden?" Charlie griped as her and Andrea walked into the hotel's indoor pool. They were each in bikini's. Andrea's was white with multi colored flowers and Charlie had on a pink and white one with a Vera Bradley type print. Andrea turned to her with a smile and shook her head.

"The same way you got those boobs of yours Charlie," she teased and motioned to them. Charlie rolled her eyes, but then looked down to them. Seriously she was still not that used to them, well she was, but how others reacted to them bothered her. She liked to be looked in the eye when spoken to, not have some idiot stare at her chest the entire time.

"Well now I guess we really our opposites I suppose," Charlie sighed. Andrea raised her eyebrows in question, not understanding the full meaning of it. "You know now you're tall and super thin, while I'm short and thin, but with big boobs. Well big for the Upper East Side girls at least I mean. Not to mention you're sweet while I'm a total bitch," she added for her own amusement.

"Oh come on," Andrea laughed, "We both know I'm bitchy too... well maybe not as much as you, but what I lack in bitchiness my boyfriend makes up for it." Charlie rolled her eyes, but could not help, but laugh as well. It was true that Max Bass was indeed a bitch when he wanted to be... which was most of the time. "Now speaking of our beloved boys, where have they run off to?" she started to look around the pool and Charlie did the same thing.

"Hey there ladies what's up?" a boy appeared in front of them with a smirk. Two of his friends stood behind them. Some of them looked like they'd be around the college age and the others a bit younger. Andrea looked at them for a moment and then scoffed.

"You tell me," Charlie smirked, looked down and then back up at him. The boy laughed shook his head and then took a step closer to her. Andrea watched with caution and crossed her arms. Charlie on the other hand did not falter at all and instead looked up at the boy with a fearless smirk. "Do you have something to say to me?" she asked slowly as if he was either stupid or very hard of hearing.

"You're a feisty little one, aren't you?" he chuckled, then his eyes dropped to her chest. "Well I guess not every part of you is all that little," his friends joined in laughter as they started to check Charlie out. Andrea stepped to her side and nudged her.

"Charlie come on let's go find Lex and Max... our boyfriends," the last part was said very loud and clear. The boys on the other hand only laughed a bit more. When Charlie, who now looked pissed and ready to prove a point, did not budge Andrea sighed. "Fine I'm going to go find them and bring them back here. If you were smart you would come with me," she tried. Charlie only watched her leave and then turned back to the boy.

"If you wanted me all to yourself all you had to do was ask. I think you may have hurt your little friends feelings," he told her. Charlie rolled her eyes and took a step back when he tried to touch her. "Is someone scared now?" his voice taunted her. She backed up, but realized one of the other boys were now behind her. It was a public place, out in the open, but hardly anyone was here. To the naked eye it most likely looked like she knew them and they were all just messing around.

"Don't touch me," she warned, voice strong. After all she was Charlie Bass, no one messed with her ever. Not without her consent at least and she never gave that out. The boy only laughed and grabbed at her waist. "Stop it!" she raised her voice and gave him a push to the chest. When his mouth moved towards her own she gave him another push. "You're not allowed to touch me," she sneered.

"Says who?" he smirked as he came in closer to her. Her eyes flashed with panic and she froze up. It was like the party all over again and for some reason this time she could not react. Maybe it was because the flash back delayed her or that she was not so lucky this time. Either way she was frozen.

"Says me," an all too familiar, very livid voice was heard. She turned and met Lex's eyes, but he looked at the boy. The other two backed up when they saw Max and Andrea behind him. She sent a sarcastic smirk and waved at them. Lex then took a step towards them and pushed Charlie behind him.

"And who are you?" the boy laughed. Charlie glared at him from behind, but Lex sent him an angry smile. He shook his head and chuckled. Then without warning pushed the boy into the pool without warning. Charlie's eyes widened, but she did smile... just a bit.

"Her boyfriend," he replied as he stared down at the boy in the water. Lex's arm went around Charlie's waist and he pulled her to him. "Come near her again and you'll have a whole lot more to worry about than whether or not you can swim," his tone held much threat.

"So is that a threat then?" the boy did not seem to know when to quit. Charlie who was about to leave turned back around. The boy brushed back his wet hair and stared up at her. Lex once again stepped in front of her and broke the gaze. He shook his head and smirked.

"No..." his tone was angry, but a bit amused, "It's a promise." With that he grabbed Charlie's wrist and started to drag her. She frowned when she saw Max and Andrea almost in a distance now. He pulled her into the secluded whirlpool room and locked the door. "What?" he stepped towards her, "Where you thinking?" his tone was short.

"I was in a public place, it's not like that much could have happened. Chill out Lex," she frowned. So she admitted that she was scared, but it's not like they could have raped her or anything. Eventually she would have been able to scream or run for it. If anything she wanted to prove she could stand up to them. Sort of like practice for when the boys at St. Judes saw her new "growth" next year.

"Chill out? Chill out?" his voice raised, "You expect me to chill out when you constantly put yourself in situations where other guys can take advantage of you? Why would you stand there and not go with Andrea? Better yet why were you standing like that?"

"Like what?" she countered. Her own voice started to raise, but it was out of agitation. He rolled his eyes and then tried to attempt an example.

"You know... like, let me cross my arms right under my boobs and arch my hips forward," he mocked. "It's not enough that you have to parade your body, aka mine, in front of other guys like that, but you're practically putting on a show," he pointed at her.

"Are you actually hinting that I was asking for it?" her tone held disbelief as she smacked his hand away. He shrugged his shoulders and wore an expression that she did not like. "I can not believe you," she gave him a push to the chest. "Oh and let's get another thing straight this body," she motioned up and down her figure, "Is mine and mine only. Even if one day we have sex, it will not belong to you." Lex's eyes narrowed as his face practically pressed against her own.

"Please if that were true then I wouldn't spend so much time protecting it," he sent her a challenging smirk. Her eyes softened just a bit. Why the hell did something like that make her feel touched and perhaps a bit turned on? Man they were so twisted. "Plus if I recall not too long ago you loved the fact that I called you mine..." a cocky tone took on. Of course this did not surprise her in the least.

"That was completely different," she defended, but this defense faltered greatly. His hands went around her waist and she was pulled against him. Her eyes locked with his and they both seemed to enter a trance. "I meant yours as in being your girlfriend, that was it," she tried again. "Besides what do you mean protecting it? You don't need to protect anything."

"Oh, but I think I do," he whispered and kissed her neck. Eyes rolled back into her head as her hands wrapped around his neck. Okay so perhaps he would win this one... "You see I'm a very possessive person, but," a low sexy laugh came from his lips, "I think you thrive on that little fact about me." Oh he was so right, it was wrong, but also so, so, so right. He hit a ticklish spot on her.

"Lex stop it," she giggled and pushed her hands to his chest. Instead though he just moved his lips from her neck to her own lips. She accepted them graciously. When they broke apart she smiled. "You know for someone who's not into the whole prince charming thing you are coming to my rescue quite often," she murmured, playful tone present.

"What can I say you bring out the worst in me," he teased. Charlie laughed a bit at this for being prince charming was something he considered to be stupid and childish. "Then again though we are in Europe and guaranteed no interruptions from anyone..." he drawled. She raised her eyebrows at his suggestion. With this he leaned in close to kiss her again and see where it lead.

"There you guys are," Andrea came into the room. Lex groaned and pulled his lips off of Charlie. Behind her came Max. "Oh..." her voice slowed, "Are we interrupting something. She motioned towards Lex and Charlie. Max rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Who cares I'm hungry and want to eat, shall we?" he held open the door and nodded his head. Andrea shot him a dirty look, but it did not phase him in the least. Charlie sighed and pushed herself off of Lex. "See Archibald told you I always get what I want," Max smirked before he went out the door.

"I think he wants to be pushed in the pool," Lex muttered. Both girls laughed as they all followed the Bass boy back up to the rooms to change.

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"Blair can you bring me a towel?" Chuck called as he stuck his head out of the shower. After he got home from work so late he had went straight to the shower and forgotten to grab one. It had been a long, tiring day and all he wanted was to just relax before he went to bed. Luckily for him Blair had still been up and Ephram was asleep. He figured she wouldn't stay up much longer, but still even a short amount of time to have her all to himself was very sacred.

"Here you go," she smiled and came in the bathroom with one. His eyes roamed at her choice of attire. She had on his favorite baby doll lingerie nightie. It was lace and lacked much material. "Well are you going to take the towel or not?" her voice turned a bit playful. Chuck smirked and stepped out of the shower. He stood there completely naked, not the least bit modest, like he should.

"You could wrap it around me... or better yet rid of the towel and wrap yourself around me," he said with a seductive tone. Blair rolled her eyes, but the grin grew. By now they both knew how much she loved these comments of his. To his satisfaction and a little disappointment she did step forward and wrap it around his waist. Her hands then roamed up his chest and smoothed the hair a bit. He watched her as if what she did was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Tough day at the office today Mr. Bass?" she asked. He nodded and suddenly the memories of today washed through his brain again. His shoulders slumped and lips pursed. "Very tough day," she chuckled at his expression. Then her hand went to his and pulled, "Allow me to make it all better."

"As I in no way object to your solution Mrs. Bass, I'm thinking it is something we do every night... and morning," he told her with his arms now around her waist as they walked. He loved to have his lips by her neck and his chin rested on her shoulder. Unfortunately she turned around and broke the hold.

"Well not that I object to your solution either Mr. Bass, but we are not going to have sex..." her voice tried to sound serious, but he scowled, "Yet," she quickly added. Then her hands went to his towel and undid it so it fell to the ground. "I just want you to lie on your stomach and wait for me," she instructed. He did as she said, but watched her until she disappeared into the bathroom. His eyes closed and did not open again until a few minutes later when he felt her get on the bed. Around the room she had lit candles and turned off the lights.

"Should I be afraid of what you have planned tonight Blair?" he teased. She smiled and straddled over his back. His skin tingled all over when she bent down and wrapped her arms around his neck for a moment. Ruby lips against his cheek and neck felt so sensual he thought an erection might occur right then and there.

"Only if Swedish massages are one of your hidden phobias," she whispered and kissed his ear. Chuck closed his eyes and moaned. This made her smile as she lifted herself back up. "Now tell me Mr. Bass, what is it that causes all this tension in my husband's neck?" As she said this Chuck felt her hands, now covered in warm oil, as they stroked the sides of his neck.

"Well," he sighed, "My teenage children are unsupervised in Europe, Bass industries seems to have employed all idiots this year, and I fear one day I will come home to find my wife allowing another man to fill the place of her absent husband." It was true he had been at work a lot lately, but Blair just spent more alone time with Ephram. She stroked up to the temples, rubbed them lightly, and then massaged back down to the base of Chuck's neck. His eyes blinked lazily in response. God it felt amazing.

"Hmm..." Blair huffed playfully, "Not much I can do, but tell you to trust your children on the first one. As for the second... I'm sure you can figure it out yourself. And the third, well... His name is mike. I think you two would get along." A small giggle escaped her lips. Chuck groaned at the statement and pursed his lips. To make up for her teasing though, Blair's hands slowly moved out to his shoulders, rubbing and kneading the entire time. Her delicate thumbs then rubbed in an upward motion where his neck and shoulders joined.

"Ah," Chuck's expression pained. Blair lightened up immediately. The book had said this was where most people's sore spot was, especially if they had been experiencing a lot of tension. Let's see... her husband ran a billion dollar company. That alone was more than enough tension for five men. Once the pain went away, and he started to feel pleasure from it again, Chuck spoke. "So what have you and this other man in your life been doing?"

"Ephram and I have been very busy actually. Mommy has shown him how much fun it can be to watch her try on clothes for hours. Unfortunately we're still working on his views of shoe shopping," Chuck laughed at this more than he should have. Blair only smiled though as she worked her way to his left shoulder blade and rubbed along it's edge in a circular motion. The knots slowly started to be removed with her thumbs. Once that shoulder was done she moved to the other.

"How I pine for our old shopping trips Mrs. Bass. Although... Something tells me our activities on said trips would be highly incongruous for the eyes of our child. Even as a fellow Bass, Ephram is not ready to know how lascivious his mother can be," Chuck's voice was deep and sexy. Of course it always sounded like that, but in these surroundings Blair thought it to be God like.

"If only that much could be said for his lecherous father," Blair countered. Chuck smirked at this comment, but frowned when her hands came off of his body. There was no way the massage was finished yet. Then he heard the sound of more oil being added to her hands and relaxed. "Why must you take my innocent boys and turn them into devilish men like their father?" She used a circular motion to move her hands down to the sides of his spine.

"Like you're one to talk Queenie. My daughter has shown signs of being an even bigger manipulator and seductress than her mother. Your doings I suppose?" he inquired, eyes closed. Since he could not look his wife in the face, given his current and very comfortable position, he imagined it perfectly in his mind. God there were so many gorgeous mind pictures to choose from. Which expression or look should he admire first? Finally he decided on the one she wore after their honeymoon sex.

"Of course that's all my fault," Blair drawled with sarcasm, "Chuck Bass using the art of seduction to manipulate people? Why there's something that would shock people around the world." Chuck let out a low chuckle at his wife's humor. Sure most people found sarcasm to be confusing and not laugh out loud funny, but Chuck Bass was not most people. She sighed, "You really need to stop stressing out so much though Chuck. Working out this tension on your back alone is going to make my arms sore in the morning." With that said she moved her hands to the sides of his body and back up to the shoulders. It surprised him when she kneaded lightly at his armpits. Surely he had thought she would skip that part, but then again he had just showered. His body seemed to relax even more as she went back down and up again, to work on any spots she had missed.

"Maybe I should just hand Bass Industries over to the twins now," he joked. Then she noticed the tone of his voice changed a bit and knew he had actually considered some of it. "Imagine it Mrs. Bass. We could just take our youngest son, buy our own private island, and never be bothered by business or charity dinners again..." he trailed off in happiness. Blair listened closely as she poured more oil in her hands and then lightly ran them from his shoulders, to the palms of his hands and back. His triceps were kneaded gently also, reaching her fingers around to his biceps. Chuck was in such relaxation that he started to mumble about it and she could not fully comprehend. Still she kept on though. Her hands skimmed over his elbows and then rubbed the bottom portion of Chuck's arms in small circles. Blair had to move off of him for a moment to work closely on each hand. It was lifted into the air as she kneaded each palm, before moving up to his fingers. After doing each side her hands made their way back to his shoulders and down to the lower back.

"I promise when all our children are grown," Blair straddled over him again and leaned down to whisper the promise, "I will go with you to any island or place of your choice. And if you promise to take me with you... That dream of going after the last lesson of carnal knowledge, will be fulfilled. Only if I go too though." Her voice did not sound nervous, but completely calm. It's not like death was going to happen tomorrow, but eventually it did. The one thing Blair knew was that she did not want to be left without Chuck.

"I'm far too selfish Mrs. Bass. When I go, or when you go, it's going to be a package deal. Even if you have to smuggle me into heaven or be dragged down to hell with me," he smirked. Blair rolled her eyes and bent down to kiss his cheek.

"Chuck, you're not going to hell," she told him, voice completely confident. He turned his head just a bit to look her in the eyes.

"Blair I think we both know I was taken off the guest list up there a long time ago. I'm pretty sure they have their own Chuck Bass wing down there though," he joked. She only shook her head in response though and kissed his lips. After that she sat back up and continued with the massage. Her hands rubbed up and out on his lower back, the area filled with most tension. When more pressure was needed she started to use the heals of her hands and thumbs. This is where she knew the most time would be spent. It was quiet for a while because of this, but then he spoke. "Do you think that could be my hell? Being kept from you after death?" his voice was very serious. It caused Blair to stop for a moment and eye him carefully. Chuck Bass had never been much of a religious man, but when it concerned matters of him and his wife, interest peaked.

"No," Blair assured him and started to work down the sides of his hips, "Because one, not death or anything it brings will keep me away from you. And two, if I'm going to heaven as you claim I am... then well having it without you would be hell. You're stuck with me forever Bass, no matter what happens."

"Good," he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear him. Blair smiled softly at him, leaned back down, and kisses his cheek. Everyone had an OOC moment and it was usually brought on by something that scared them. Even the great Chuck Bass had his weaknesses. She loved him for everyone of them though. "You can stop now if you're getting tired," he offered.

"I hope that's not your way of telling me I'm doing a bad job Bass," she laughed softly. In no way would she stop right before the end though. The whole thing had felt good for her too. Who would have though Blair Waldorf would find pleasure in serving others?

"I love you," he sighed with content.

"I love you too," she returned. Her hands then began to work on the top of his legs. After that she performed soothing circle motions on the back off his inner thigh, skimmed lightly to the back of his knees and calves, and finally up and down to his feet. "Now turn over," she commanded and got up to put more oil on her hands. Chuck did as she said, gazing up at her as she straddled him again.

"Blair..." Chuck paused for a moment. It caused Blair to eye him curiously. When her eyes looked away, to start on the front of his legs, she heard him sigh. She gently massaged the shins, skimmed over the knees with soft strokes and then moved up the thigh. After a moment of this, she decided to speak.

"There's nothing you can't say to me Chuck," Blair smiled, eyes fixated on his body. She kept all focus as she massaged up to the abdomen, using less pressure of course, and kneaded in large circles. Her hands started at the pubic bone and stroked upward to the bottom of his rib cage. Thumbs ran over his hips and then went up and out.

"Do you think we could leave Ephram with Dorota for a day and just spend time with each other?" Chuck finally let the question leave his lips without anymore hesitation. Blair did not look at him, but instead moved up on his body. She started to massage the middle of his chest, using her fingertips, and lightly rubbed the middle to the outside of his pectoral muscles. Her hands grazed from eh bottom of his ribs tot he collarbone. That's when her eyes met his.

"That depends," she gave him a stern look, "Will I be stood up at the last minute when something comes up at work?" Chuck sent her an innocent smile. Unfortunately she had reason to ask this because it had happened several times, recently. As much as he loved bossing people around Bass industries... He loved it not taking him away from his wife more.

"I won't even go in and the phone will be turned off the entire time," he swore. Blair's grin lit up instantly and she leaned in to peck him on the lips. He tried to deepen it, but she would have none of it.

"Not so fast Mister. I have to finish your massage. Blair Waldorf sees everything through," she stated proudly. Chuck could not argue with her so allowed her to continue. Luckily all that was left to do was his neck. She kneaded each side gently and gently rubbed her thumb along his jawbone, just below his ear and back. This of course led to another kiss when she leaned in close enough. Now time to release even more tension in one of his favorite ways. Chuck flipped their positions. His naked body now leaned over her barely dressed one.

"You have massaged my bones and now I shall massage you with mine," he whispered seductively into her ear. Blair rolled her eyes at the crude comment, but did in fact see it coming. It wasn't long before she started to moan... screams soon to come too.

–

Charlie sneaked out of her room in the morning. It was a new day and she had sights to see. The boys were both still passed out, like they had been not too long after they arrived. Andrea and her had plans though. They were only here for a limited time and had to make the most of it. The boys may visit some things later, but they couldn't just sit around and wait. So they dressed for some time around the city. As she walked towards the elevator Charlie stopped at a mirror to check her appearance. Her hair was tied back a bit, curls still in tact, and full bangs. She had gone light on the make-up, pinks and reds. This matched her earrings which were pink peacock feathers. Her outfit was a simply pink, magenta color, strapless sundress. Perfect was a word that fit right about now.

"Hey best friend," Andrea chimed as she came up from behind her. Charlie turned around and smiled. Andrea had her hair down in dark curls. Her make-up was a bite heavier than Charlie's, but her skin tone could pull it off in the daytime. She wore silver hoop earrings, a blue tee-shirt, and black shorts with a cute scarf belt.

"I thought you'd never make it out," Charlie giggled as Andrea put her hand around her waist. They both stepped into the elevator. "I mean Maxwell is usually a heavy sleeper, but when it comes to you... he's like a guard dog," she rolled her eyes.

"I think it's cute," Andrea defended with a small smile. Her shoulders than shrugged. "Besides you of all people know how territorial you Basses can be. I've seen the look you give other girls who even walk past Lex. Face it Charlie Bass if you could you would pee on the boy to mark your territory," she joked. It's not like she was actually honest about the peeing thing, but the possessive thing in the Bass family was an understatement.

"I would not. Lex is free to do whatever he wants," Charlie countered as they stepped out of the elevator. Andrea gave her a hard look. "I'd just kill him and whatever bitch he touched afterwards... slowly and painfully," she added with a smirk. Andrea shook her head and laughed at her friends casual tone for such a dark statement.

"Oh I see Max is too protective and possessive, but you're just vigilant," she nodded. Charlie did the same in agreement as they stepped out of the hotel. There was already a car waiting for them. Both got in, the driver said nothing and already knew where to go. It was quiet for a while, but then Andrea turned to Charlie. "Okay so did anything happen with you and Lex last night? I went by your room and heard moaning..." she admitted.

"I knew that wasn't a maid," Charlie's eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, yeah I'm nosy I get it. So just tell me what were you moaning about?" she hit Charlie's shoulder lightly to get her attention again. Charlie parted her lips, but then squeezed them shut. Suddenly her whole face blushed crimson. "Oh my god... don't tell me the spontaneous moment was last night?" her voice raised with caution.

"No!" Charlie snapped. Her eyes went to the driver and then she hit the button to put up the window. "It did not happen last night... we were just messing around. Lex isn't pushing me into sex as you know, but he really likes to... touch me. And in a Paris hotel we may have gotten inspired and role played just a bit..."

"No," Andrea gasped.

"Yes," Charlie sighed.

"But... I always thought role playing was something only guys liked to do. You know so they could have like two different girls at once or something even though technically it's the same girl. Like... what did you to pretend to be?" she asked with a giggle. Charlie glared at her for a moment. Did she really have to ask this? It was weird to speak of it with other people, even Andrea. Almost as if she violated some unspoken secret with Lex or something.

"I am not telling you that," her head shook, "Can we just please forget the whole thing? Lex probably wouldn't be too happy I told you anyways. I don't think he likes anyone, even girls since they could talk, to know about what I'm like with him. He seems to think that if other guys know then they'll want me more and I'll be tempted or something..." her eyes rolled. Lex was so possessive sometimes, but deep down she loved it. That fact could be kept between her and her boyfriend. Andrea was her best friend and she trusted her, but her mouth might run off with Max one day... something neither boy would appreciate.

"Well he should be worried. That boy has pulled a lot of shit in the past. He's lucky to have you Charlie Bass not the other way around," Andrea clarified with thinned lips. Charlie wasn't sure whether she should smile or frown. It was true that Lex had several marks on his record, but she had a few of her own.

"Oh and like my brother doesn't? He's more of a man-whore than Lex sweetie, hate to break it to you," she patted her arm and giggled. Andrea glared at her, but it was all playful. "It seems angelic girls have fallen for demonic boys... how Twilight."

"Please," Andrea snorted, "Us angelic? After what happened between me and Max at the party and you and Lex's role play... We are almost as informed on carnal knowledge as them." Charlie frowned, 'Carnal Knowledge' why did that sound so familiar? She shook it off and sat up in the seat.

"Well let's end the boy talk for now and get on with the day. Driver you can stop here!" she informed him. The car slowed and then came to a stop. Both girls stepped outside and looked around. Charlie had been here before with her family, but Andrea had not. "Archibald I present you with the Arc de Triomphe," she motioned towards it and used a formal voice.

"Whoa... I've seen pictures, but thought it would be smaller," Andrea commented as they both walked to get a closer look at it. "It really is beautiful though. Do you know the history of it?" excitement rose in her voice. In all honesty Andrea was a bit of a history nerd. Charlie knew this more than Max did and always found it a little funny.

"Um... I mean last time I was here they told me about it, but I was kind of texting Lex. Plus it was forever ago so maybe we could find a brochure or something at the hotel?" she offered, voice unsure.

"Foiled by the Sparks again," Andrea scoffed. Charlie only laughed though and grabbed her friend around the waist. "Well may I at least have a picture of us with it in the background? That way after I research it I can also have a visual," her eyebrows raised in question. They both knew Charlie would not object to a picture.

"Here I have my camera," she nodded and reached into her purse. It was fished out after a few minutes and she held it up. They both leaned in, it in the background, and smiled. Charlie pulled it back down to view the picture. "I can't get it in view holding the camera myself. Do you want me to just take a picture of you?" her voice sounded disappointed.

"No," Andrea said quickly, "There has to be someone here who will do it for us." She spotted to older boys, who most likely lived here, with their backs to them. Before Charlie realized it Andrea tapped one on his back. They both turned around and looked her up and down. Charlie came up behind her. It seemed her best friend had suddenly lost the brave approach idea and just stood there dumbstruck. The boys were cute, there was no getting around it.

"Bonjour," Charlie greeted with a small wave. Both boys looked at each other and then her. They each grew big grins and copied her wave back. "Um... Je suis Charlie et cet ma copine Andrea," she tried her best at what she got from French class. Apparently acing a class and actually communicating with someone who knew it as a first language were two different things entirely... go figure.

"Oh... you and your friend are American?" one boy asked with a smirk. Charlie and Andrea both sighed with relief. They had French accents, but seemed to also speak English. Thank you!

"Yes," she nodded, "And you two speak English, that's great. I mean French is great too, but well we can probably communicate better this way. What's your names?" her voice was back to normal. She was not one of those girls who ranted for very long unless she was extremely nervous. Only one boy usually could make her that way. Wait she could not think of him. This was nothing, but he would not like the words two French boys at all most likely.

"I am Nicolette," the boy who had spoken before introduced himself first. He was very tall, tan, and blond. Then his hand motioned to his friend who was still pretty tall, but had dark hair and paler skin. "And this is my friend Fabien, but he doesn't speak English as well as me," he shrugged. Charlie nodded with a small smile at Fabien.

"Well it's very nice to meet both of you. We were actually going to ask if one of you could take a picture of us. I know it's annoying and you probably have to do it for tourists all the time, but you two seemed like the most friendly. And my friend has a big mouth..." her eyes went to Andrea and she pursed her lips. Nicolette laughed while Fabien just stayed quiet and his eyes landed on Andrea.

"Oh it's not problem. Is this your first time in the city?" his voice sounded honestly curious.

"Well it's not my first time, but it is hers. By the way you wouldn't happen to know where we could get brochures on this history of some of this sights around here do you? My friend is into all that stuff," Charlie decided to kill two birds with one stone.

"Oh well Fabien is actually an expert on the sights around here. His father runs one of the biggest touring companies in Paris. If you want after the picture we could take you guys for a drink. There I could translate and write down some of the places and tell you things about them if you'd like?" he offered. Charlie turned to Andrea and bit her bottom lip. The boys seemed harmless. Plus it's not like they'd actually go into a dark alley or car with them or anything. They'd just be out on the sunny streets and in a public restaurant.

"That would be great. Is your friend okay with it though?" Andrea asked and spared a glance at Fabien. All he did was stare at her with a weird look. She felt as if he either found her odd looking or repulsive. Her body moved a bit behind Charlie and she brushed some hair in her face. Nicolette nudged Fabien and muttered something in French. Charlie understood mainly what he said, it was nothing sketchy. Fabien then nodded and crossed his arms.

"He's fine with it. Now where's your camera?" Nicolette once again took the lead. Fabien stepped back a bit and ran a hand through his hair. Charlie smiled and held up the camera.

"Here it is. Um you just push the button. Get a few of them just in case," she instructed and got in pose with Andrea. Since Andrea was a bit taller than Charlie she wrapped her arms around her and turned her body inward. Charlie then moved her hand up to hold onto Andrea's arm in the front. Both girls smiled, well Charlie smirked.

"Say fromage," Nicolette called.

"Fromage," both girls giggled. He snapped a few pictures until he got a good one. "Thank you so much," Andrea and Charlie spoke in union again. The camera was handed back to Charlie and she put it in her bag.

"Le cafe is right up the street," he blushed a bit when he ran his French words together with English ones. Both girls only nodded and followed the boys. Charlie started to practice her French with Nicolette and Andrea walked next to her. Fabien trailed behind to her annoyance.

–

Lex entered Max's room and looked around. He had expected to see Charlie here. She had left the room without a word or even a note. Okay so technically it's not like he was her babysitter and she didn't have to, but was it wrong for him to want to know where his girlfriend was? The fact that she or Andrea were not in here made him feel a bit better. That was until he noticed Max was. So the girls just ventured off into a foreign city without so much as a word?

"Bass get up the girls are gone," he called. Max did not move though, but kept on snoring. Lex rolled his eyes and jumped on the bed next to him. He reached his hand over to tap him and nudged him from the side a bit. "Your girlfriend Andrea is gone..." that should have woken him up. Instead Max smiled in his sleep.

"Andrea..." he sighed happily. Before he could react Max grabbed Lex's arm and pulled it down to the bed. "Oh Andrea... you naughty girl..." he kept on and started to stroke Lex's arm. Lex widened his eyes and tried to yank it away. He was so not going to pretend to get it on with his arm!

"BASS GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! HAVE YOUR WET DREAM IN PRIVATE!" he shouted and pulled. Max jumped up immediately. He looked at Lex's arm, eyes widened, and he released it.

"What are you doing in here?! Where's Andrea?" he scowled and pushed Lex off of his bed. Lex hit the floor, but was up on his feet with an angered look.

"Well before you tried to rape my arm I was trying to tell you that they're gone. Both of them just up and left. Charlie must have her phone on silent too because she isn't answering my calls," he retorted. By the look on his face Lex knew his best friend was not too happy with this news either. Max reached over for his phone, but found Andrea's instead.

"Good Archibald let's leave your phone in the hotel room in case of emergencies," he muttered. Lex spared a small laugh, at least his girlfriend took hers. "You sure my sister has hers?" his tone changed to a bit more pleasant. Lex nodded, but had no idea how that would help. Like he said before she would not answer, it had to be on silent. She always took his calls... always. "Then we'll just have to do this the old fashioned way," he smirked and put the phone to his ear.

"Max I already told you she isn't..." Lex started to speak, but was silenced when Max held up his hand.

"Mike this is Max. You still have that tracker on my sisters phone, right?" he asked. Lex shook his head and smirked. This family was just... well way too Bass sometimes. "Great text me where it is when she stops for a while. Later," the phone was closed and he looked up at Lex. "Watch my phone for a text," he tossed the phone to Lex and went into the bathroom to get changed.

–

Chuck walked out of his closet, dressed fully. Today he had arranged his work schedule to spend the day with Blair. The phone had been turned off and anything that happened his team would have to handle themselves. Blair hated to be neglected and that's what he had done to her lately. She may have thought over the years she'd gotten better at hiding it, but she hadn't. So today would be for them and then he'd have to think of another way to get in Ephram. Maybe Blair could start to bring him up to Bass industries and Chuck could spend more time with him during the day. Even though Blair said he was being dramatic, Chuck feared that Ephram may forget the word 'dada' if he never used it. After all other words started to fill his small vocabulary.

"Blair are you ready to go?" he called out and went down the stairs. No one said anything back to him and he frowned. Then he spotted the kitchen light on and decided she must be there. Dorota was most likely up with Ephram by now anyways.

"Hi," a small voice greeted him. Chuck stiffened and looked around. That was not Ephram's voice and he was not so sure where it came from. Then he felt a tug on his pants and looked down. There was a small little blond girl, with bluish-green eyes, and blond hair. She looked to be about seven or eight months old, not too much more then Ephram.

"Who are you?" he asked. Of course he knew she would not understand or respond, but it just sort of slipped from his lips. There was an unknown child, no baby, in his home. Had Blair not been kidding about that other family? "Blair!" his voice echoed throughout the house. When he proceeded to walk towards the kitchen though her small hands fisted on his leg and held on.

"Dada," Ephram giggled and crawled out from behind the couch. His own son then latched onto his other leg. Chuck looked down at both of them. They each giggled, looked at each other, and then back up at Chuck.

"What is it Chu... Oh I see you've met Madison," Blair smiled as she came out of the kitchen. Chuck frowned in confusion and signaled for her to elaborate a bit more. "Jenny's daughter, the one I took Ephram to hand paint his bowl with... Come on Chuck I even told you the story about how he was so like you already? With the hands on her, well you know..." she lowered her eyes to Ephram and then back to him.

"Oh... yes now I remember," he nodded, but then sighed, "I thought today was about us though. Remember we were going to leave Ephram with Dorota? I wanted to spend time with you... cleared my whole schedule...?" It was now his turn to give her the don't-you-remember-look. Blair parted her lips to response, but someone else beat her to it.

"And she fully intends on going Chuck," Jenny smiled brightly as she came out of the kitchen as well, "Dorota and I are going to watch both babies today. This way you can stay out as long as you like and have the whole night to yourself..."

"You mean...?" Chuck smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively at Blair. She glared at him immediately and pointed her finger to silence him. "Well I just mean you're actually going to let him stay at someone else's house?" Perfect cover, he thought to himself.

"Not exactly," she sighed. Chuck's shoulders slumped immediately. Way to make him think he was going to have some big night where they could scream as loud as they wanted and then drag it all out right from under him... his own mind started to ramble. "Jenny is going to stay here, but we are going to get a hotel room," her voice broke his thoughts.

"Wait what?" he questioned, completely taken off guard.

"Don't tell me you gave Lex the only key to suite 1812..." she whispered into his ear suggestively. Jenny blushed a bit, even if she could not hear it, she knew what the conversation implied. Chuck's eyes widened slightly. They could have gotten any room, but that room was rather special. Sure the bed would have to be changed before Lex got home, but just for one night... he suddenly felt like he had been thrown back in time a bit.

"Maybe we should just skip the outing and go straight there," he returned. Blair rolled her eyes, but then pecked his lips. "Oh and Jenny it's nice to see you," he suddenly remember the other in the room, well the one that could actually understand him.

"It's not a problem," she laughed and walked over to him. Slowly she pried both Ephram and Madison off of Chuck's legs. Ephram struggled the most, but finally settled against her chest. His small hand waved at both of his parents. Neither had made a move to leave, but he seemed perfectly fine and ready for them to go.

"I guess we have to wait another hour for you to go over everything with Jenny though," he muttered. Blair and Jenny exchanged a knowing smile. "Well you two certainly planned everything out perfectly," he complimented, grin back in place.

"Yes we did. Now let's go Mr. Bass. The limo may always be waiting, but the day will not," Blair exclaimed with more excitement than she would have liked to show. Chuck and Blair both pecked Ephram on the cheek and then went towards the door. "Thanks so much again Jen!" she called.

"You two kids have fun," Jenny laughed and shook her head. Years later, married, and with children. Chuck and Blair Bass would always be the same. Especially now that no children's innocent ears were around to hear them. Her eyes fell to Ephram... Okay so maybe they were not completely innocent.

–

"Please tell Fabien we extend our greatest gratitude," Andrea smiled across the table at Nicolette. Her hands then swooped up all the brochures and notes she had taken on where to go and things about each place and such. Fabien of course had looked at her strangely, but that was pretty much how it was since he saw her so finally she just ignored it.

"Merci," Charlie smiled at him for Andrea. Fabien nodded and then took a sip of his drink. Andrea reached for hers and accidentally bumped his arm. He slowly scooted his chair further away from her. She widened her eyes at Charlie, but in response her friend just shrugged.

"So Charlie, how long are you in the city?" Nicolette asked her with a smile. Despite her best efforts whenever she heard his accent that stupid, goofy grin took over her face. Slowly, after she made it look more relaxed, her body turned to the side where he sat next to her.

"Um... not too long, but not too short. Our flight schedule is very flexible," she responded. Fabien nodded, but by the frown on his face she could tell that he was confused. As he should be. After all most people don't assume everyone they meet has a private jet to take them anywhere they please at anytime.

"Dang it, I can't seem to get service in here," Andrea said suddenly as she tapped on her phone a bit. Charlie rolled her eyes at her actions. They were sitting here with two boys that had helped them out very much and she was worried about her phone. It was very doubtful that her brother was even up, the only person Andrea would bother to text at a time like this.

"Outside, around the corner. Fabien you show her?" Nicolette proposed. Andrea opened her mouth to protest, but then shut them. When neither boy looked she shook her head no at Charlie. It's not like she was scared of the boys, especially in such public places, but Fabien seemed like he could not stand her. Plus Nicolette definitely had a thing for Charlie.

"Andrea don't be weird go with Fabien," Charlie rolled her eyes. Andrea glared at her, but then followed the boy out of the cafe. "I'm sorry about that. She isn't trying to be rude it's just your friend um... gave her this weird look," she explained.

"He thinks he knows her. Girl from picture at his fathers house," Nicolette says suddenly. This made her frown in confusion and she shook her head. "His father dating American artist and she has pictures of girl that look like your friend," he furthered.

"Oh," Charlie said. She did not think to push it any further. Most likely it was just some strange coincidence. After all Andrea was not ordinary, but there were other girls with similar features. So she just shook it off and then took another sip of her drink. "So I take French in high school back home, but I was wondering if there are phrases aside from the basics that would be useful here?" she wondered. Nicolette chuckled a bit and then turned his chair completely towards her own. She did the same and faced her body inward.

"If you want to know where the bathroom is then you say this. Oú sons les toilettes?" he instructed. "Say it after me. Oú sons les toilettes?," his voice repeated it perfectly. Charlie concentrated on the sounding of the vowels and such and then opened her mouth.

"Oú sons les toilettes?" she said back to him. He nodded and smiled. She watched as he then exhaled and put a hand to her drink. His eyes went to it and then fluttered back to her own again.

"Bonjour, ma belle. Pourrais-je vous offrir a boire? (Hello, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?)" he asked. Charlie rolled her eyes and let out a laugh. Her hand then reached up and tucked a curl behind her ear.

"Je peux obtenir mon propre boire, merci, (I can get my own drink, thanks)" she countered with a presumptuous tone. Nicolette chortled smoothly and shook his head. A grin spread on her face at the obvious win. "S'attendant à une réponse différente, étions-nous? (Expecting a different answer, were we?)" her eyebrows raised in playful question.

"Honnêtement ... non. Vous savez de plus français que vous laissez sur Charlie (Honestly... no. You know more French than you let on Charlie.)," he said with a knowing look. "Dis-moi. Avez-vous quelqu'un à qui la pratique avec retour à la maison? (Tell me. Do you have someone to practice with back home?)" his tone held pure honesty. Charlie put down her drink and then shook her head.

"Pas vraiment, il n'y a pas un qui sait assez bien à la pratique avec, (Not really, no one who knows well enough to practice with.)" she answered with a shrug. It's not something she gave much thought to answer, if anything it seemed just like small talk.

"Nous devrions peut-être devenir Pen Pals, alors? (Perhaps we should become Pen Pals then?)" he suggested. However it sounded more like something already set in plan then a question that awaited an answer. Charlie responded with a laugh of her own.

"Comment pourrais-je refuser une telle offre? (How could I refuse such an offer?)" she teased and winked at him. Nicolette sighed with a smirk.

"Ce serait une tragédie pour refuser ma amour. (It would be a tragedy to deny my love.)" he joked back. Charlie felt comfortable with him, but then again she was used to hanging out with guys. Just the ones back home weren't this comfortable with joking around like this. It was more of just stupid sexual jokes and disgusting noises they could make with their bodies. Nicolette was definitely a trade up in that department.

"Eh bien, vous les garçons français sont certainement différents de ceux d'Amérique. (Well, you French boys are certainly different from those of America.)" she chuckled with a nod. He put his hands to his chest and displayed a cocky smile on his countenance.

"S'il vous plaît ... Ce type de perfection est unique en son genre, je vous assure. (Please... Such perfection is unique, I assure you.)" he scoffed, but it was not so much negative as it was coltish.

"Vous êtes peut-être comme les garçons à la maison après tout … (You may be like the boys at home after all...)" she prolonged a sigh and rolled her eyes. Boy would be boys no matter where they came from. It was just one fact she had already adjusted to a long time ago. Nicolette was still nice though and she enjoyed his company so far.

"Je peux seulement espérer que ce ne sera pas retenu contre moi. (I can only hope it will not be held against me.)" Nicolette declared with a faulty expression of worry. "Après tout, il doit y avoir une raison de votre voyager en France. (After all, there must be a reason for your travel in France.) Curiosité, goût d'aventure, de nouveaux visages, de nouvelles expiereinces...? (Curiosity, a taste for adventure, new faces, new experiences...?)" he raised his eyebrows in question and leaned forward as he spoke.

"Il semble difficile d'obtenir la mauvaise question, lorsque vous avez suggéré toutes les réponses, je suppose. (It seems hard to get the wrong question when you suggested all the answers, I suppose.)" Charlie replied with a shrug.

"Oh non ... Elle a découvert mon secret. (Oh no... She discovered my secret.) Comment vais-je survivre à une conversation avec elle maintenant? (How will I survive in a conversation with her now?)" he proclaimed. It earned him attention from others in the cafe. Charlie hit him playfully and pulled him towards her to shush him.

"They will ask us to leave," she giggled and tried to keep her own voice down. Nicolette smiled when he heard her speak in English again. Charlie had not even realized it until she saw this. "I mean..." her voice slowed, "Ils vont nous demander de partir."

"Tres Peu probable (Very unlikely)," he shook his head, "Ce serait un crime de faire une telle chose à une belle fille comme toi-même (It would be a crime to do such a thing to a beautiful girl like yourself)," he dismissed the thought. She blushed a bit at the compliment and looked around to see if people had heard. Normally it was something she would accept with a smirk, but perhaps it was the different surroundings that made her so modest. At home she was comfortable, but here it was well... foreign to her. In a good way though.

"Eh bien, merci, mais la flatterie ne m'impressionne. I comme un défi. Peut-être quelque chose en français, je ne peux pas comprendre si facilement? (Well, thank you, but flattery does not impress me. I like a challenge. Perhaps something in french, I can not understand so easily?)" she challenged to recover from her blushing. Plus she liked to hear him talk. It was different from hearing her classmates or American teacher speak it. His was so perfect and rolled of the tongue with such grace. For some reason it just fascinated her. Nicolette nodded and then ran a hand through his hair. Charlie sat up straight to listen, but he took her shoulders and made her relax. This made her giggle, but then she just leaned towards him. His eyes locked with hers and she was in full concentration mode.

"Charlie," his voice was low and smooth, "Tu as de très beaux yeux. (You have beautiful eyes.) Ils ont l'éclat de la lumière de mille soleils. (They shine the light of a thousand suns.) Tu as parfait levres. Je voudrais les embrasser elles. Ca te plairait de m'embrasser? (You have perfect lips. I would kiss them. Would you like to kiss me?)" he smiled. She had not realized how close he was, but however she did not move. Her ears had listened and felt like he had sung to her. The meaning she was not sure of so she just smiled, nodded, and parted her lips to say the sound was beautiful and ask what it meant. Before she could though he leaned in and kissed her. She was so shocked at first she did not realize it and her lips moved with his. Then her hand went to his chest and pushed on it.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a frown. Nicolette shot her a confused look, but then opened his mouth to say something. Before he could speak though, someone else did.

"I could ask you the same thing," an angry, familiar voice spat. Charlie slowly turned to look behind her. Brown eyes met very angry blue ones.

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"Uh! Finally some service! I swear my carrier is guaranteed to work under kidnapped situations. Then the first time I'm in Paris my phone won't work in something like a simple cafe? They are so going to hear an angry word from me," Andrea muttered to herself as she finally stopped. It turned out they had to walk much farther than just around the corner. Since Fabien said nothing and she was so engrossed in her phone, she basically forgot he was there.

"Très bien..." he sighed without much enthusiasm. Andrea slowly turned around with narrowed eyes. Did she just hear the French sound of sarcasm? That tone did not sit well with her. After all what did she ever do to this kid?

"Excuse me Fabien, but what is your problem? And don't pull the whole I don't speak much English because I know you do!" she pointed a finger into his chest, "I have done nothing to offend you and if I have then I'm not sorry because you're just being a jerk. All the dirty looks, moving away when I barely touched you, not to mention that little smug expression when you think I say something stupid!" her voice shouted and people around them turned to look. Andrea was pretty sure she heard something along the lines of 'crazy American' whispered in accents of all different kinds. It was given no attention though as she fumed before Fabien.

"You American girls really are loud," he drawled in perfect English with a clearer version of his accent. Andrea's eyes widened a bit. Sure she had called him on faking his knowledge of the language, but really it was sort of a bluff. Just that much more to call him on his jerky behavior.

"I prefer the term boisterous actually. After all to label a girl like this as just loud mouthed, would be the biggest belittlement in history. In my definition though it gives her that extra kick of mischievous... which if you were her amazingly hot boyfriend you would have already realized. Of course you couldn't be because I already occupy that role and we aren't accepting anymore applications," Max finished his speech and planted his feet next to Andrea. She immediately looked to him with utter surprise and confusion. How did he do this? Honestly he was Max Bass, but come on! They were in a foreign country and he found her within the hour? This boy was amazing. Max then shooed Fabien away with his hands. "So uh beat it Frenchy," his tone was so cocky and arrogant. Probably one of the hottest ways his voice ever sounded in Andrea's opinion.

"Oh," she laughed as she realized how he also felt threatened, "Max this is not what you think at all. See Fabien here has been a jerk to me, glared at me, and even moved away when my arm bumped into him. Apparently I'm not his type or even clean enough to be touched," the bitterness rang in her voice as she glared more at Fabien. Soon though a smirk graced her lips because she knew what would come next. Her jealous, possessive boyfriend would a) kick Fabien's ass or b) make him go away in the quickest and harshest way possible.

"Sounds like my kind of guy," Max grinned and held out his hand to Fabien. Andrea was certain her mouth had dropped to the floor. What the hell was this new take on life for him? Had he gone insane? Did Max Bass not stand before her? And if they made multiply copies with different programmings, then where on earth could she get one to her specifications?

"Salut Max," Fabien nodded with a smile as he shook the hand held out to him. "Votre copine a mal compris mon comportement (Your girlfriend has misunderstood my behavior) ..." his voice sounded nervous as he attempted to behave himself. Max only chuckled and shook his head.

Oh, ne vous inquiétez pas pour elle. Vous savez les filles ... ils sont si sensibles parfois. Je suis très content de votre comportement et croyez-moi, je suis celui que vous voulez garder heureux (Oh, do not worry about it. You know the girls ... they are so sensitive sometimes. I am very happy with your behavior and believe me, I am the one you want to keep happy)," Max winked at him. Fabien laughed and shook his head in a joking matter.

"Allow me to buy you a drink Max. It may be daylight, but at the place down there it's always happy hour," Fabien motioned back towards the building with a smile.

"Good man," Max encouraged and put his arm around Fabien's neck. They then both started to walk back that way. Andrea's eyes widened and she crossed her arms. The pair had made it a few steps before Max stopped and turned around. "Well are you coming babe?" he asked. It was as if she was the third wheel now... how exactly had that happened again?

"Unbelievable!" she screeched and stormed past both of them. To make her point even more she went between and broke the newly found bond. Of course for dramatic affect she also made sure to let out exasperated, prolonged breaths. Where was the possessive boyfriend she had come to know and love?

"Well... what do you suppose is with her?" Max frowned with confusion as him and Fabien resumed the walk. He turned to look at him for an answer. Fabien merely shrugged with a smile.

"Too damn sensitive I suppose," he returned. Max burst out into more laughter and dragged his new friend along. After all this guy was repulsed by his girlfriend. Sure a normal boy might take offense to this, but Max Bass was not normal. In fact he was far more handsome, wealthy, and intelligent than the rest of the male population. See he knew that his girlfriend was hot and that was all that mattered. To make friends with someone who thought otherwise was assurance that his territory would never be threatened by another "alpha male".

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"But when do I get to try them on?" Blair whined. Chuck and her sat on a couch in Bendel's. The whole store had been bought out for the day and transformed into her own personal playground. When she found out they almost did not make it out of the limo. Her love of shopping though brought her through it. Only now she was a bit disappointed when he informed her of what would go on. Her hand went to his chest and she shot him the puppy dog eyes. Not to mention when she pouted those gorgeous ruby lips... Was any of the staff around? No, Chuck must stay with the task at hand.

"Remember Mrs. Bass, Patience is a virtue," he smirked. It was such a hypocritical thing for him to say and definitely not one of his usual motto's. Blair raised her eyebrows to show him she had noted this as well. A deep chuckle only escaped his lips in response though. "Besides before I let you destroy the store and run wild, I must first test myself. I have selected a collection of clothing that I think will please you. Since I know I'm right, you will then chose some or all of them to try on," he explained.

"If this is your way of watching other models Chuck Bass, so help me..." Blair's voice went livid and her eyes narrowed. Chuck quickly soothed her with a stroke of her cheek. His head shook and he smiled.

"The ensembles will be brought out on manikins. Having your style displayed on average girls would be a bigger crime of fashion than Nate's horrendous yellow sweater," he scoffed and Blair shuddered at the memory. Nate and her had gone out at the time he became so fond of that retched thing. Even all the teasing thrown his way by Blair and Serena would not make him part with it. Finally Blair and Chuck disposed of it while he slept one morning. Luckily it never rose from the death again.

"Please, let's not ruin our day with such abhorrent memories. I swear I had nightmares of that thing coming back to take revenge on me weeks after we rid of it. If that company that sold them had not conveniently gone out of business right afterwards, I know that I would have had a heart attack..." she sighed for dramatics. Chuck only grinned at his wife's behavior. The only reason that place went out of business was because of Chuck. Even when she was Nate's girlfriend he found secret ways to please her that she could not reward him for. This way he would see the real happiness on her face instead of the past 'I don't need your help Bass' she threw at him back then.

"Your wish is my command Blair. The Dark Ages will not be spoken of again. We shall focus primarily on the Golden Ages that revolve around us, particularly today. I believe this will come in handy..." he trailed off in a devilish smirk. Blair frowned in confusion for a moment until he put something in her hand. Slowly her eyes went to it and then widened so much, she was sure they would pop out of her head. "You can keep all the other cards of course too," he added casually.

"Wait this is mine?" Blair asked, astonished. Her hand held it up to his face to make sure it wasn't a joke before she freaked. Chuck had given her all types of credit cards before and she had used this particular type, but it was his. Now it seemed he had given her one of her own. "Chuck, I thought that the company had that policy of not distributing more than one to families. It was too much of a risk or some nonsense like that?" The questions just seemed to roll right off the tongue.

"Since when has any policy stopped Chuck Bass before?" he countered. Then with a shrug of his shoulders he continued, "I'll admit it I had to pull a few strings, meet with a few people, and such, but nothing is impossible for me. You officially have your own Black Amex Card Blair Bass. No spending limits or even having to bother with dropping your last name anymore. Flash the card and you will be tended to above all others. Not much of a change I suppose..."

"You realize if I wanted to I could make you go bankrupt with this right?" she inquired. Her left eyebrow quirked and a smirk of her own formed. Of course she would never do something like that, but she was not so sure Chuck could be so sure. After all she got pretty crazy when he upset her at times.

"Are you implying I do not trust you?" his hand went to his chest, "I'm truly hurt." He faked a hurt expression, but Blair did not buy it for on moment. Instead she grabbed him by the lapels and smashed her lips against his. The kiss was long, passion filled, and contained quite a bit of tongue. The store being empty was coming to use quite quickly. When they finally did part though he chuckled. "Shall we shop now?" Of course he already knew the answer.

"Start the show," she commanded with a grand gesture of her hands. Chuck leaned back against the arm of the couch and held his head with his hand. It was held up by his elbow that rested atop the couch's cushion. Blair started to get excited and moved around herself. She leaned against his chest and brought her gorgeous legs up on the couch and crossed them. If she had not worn tights to cover her skin, Chuck would have been too tempted to stand it. They fit so perfectly together. Not to mention their outfits were color coordinated, nothing new for them, but to others they must have looked amazing. Wait what was he thinking? There was no must, it was a fact they always looked amazing when put up against each other, or separate for that matter.

"Mr. And Mrs. Bass," an elder woman smiled as she came out from the back of the store. Chuck thought Blair may start to bounce with excitement. No matter if she had gotten everything she wanted her entire life, shopping would always get her adrenaline going... almost as much as Chuck got it going. "I will have the outfits brought out, one by one, when you are ready to view them. The employees will disappear until you need their assistance since Mr. Bass requested privacy," she explained. Then with a nod she was gone to have someone bring out the first outfit.

"Chuck," Blair turned towards him, "Don't you think this is a bitch much?" Despite the question, he knew that if he were to agree with that and have it taken away she would throw a fit. His eyes looked on her with an amazing mixture of lust, love, and absolute adoration. No matter how old either of them got he knew he'd always find a thrill when he spoiled her. His hand gently brushed her curls over her shoulders and he shook his head.

"Not at all Mrs. Bass. I'd buy you the whole store if you asked me to. In fact if we like so much of what we see today than we might as well..." his voice trailed off as he examined the store. Blair quickly smacked hand against his chest.

"No," she replied playfully, "Because then we would have to buy all of my favorite stores and then... Well if we owned everything where would the fun of shopping be? You're lucky I'm around to remind you of certain things." She rolled her eyes and turned back around in her seat. Chuck smirked and wrapped his arms around her petite waist, her back pulled against his chest.

"How could I be so nonsensical?" he encouraged her bratty behavior as always. One good thing about the twins being gone was that Blair did not feel like she had to set a constant, responsible example. When it was just them, like now obviously, that high school fire he fell in love with flamed up again. The force even more great to make up for when it had to be watered down.

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"Oh I definitely want that one," she expressed before the man could even set it down. He excused himself with a smile and shake of his head. Blair paid him no mind though and nudged Chuck to look. It was a pale pink Loeffler Randall Checker Yorke Dress with a black ribbon bow waist belt placed in the middle. Then it was complimented with a pink Givenchy logo flap wallet, Marylin's black triple bangle set, Giuseppe Zanotti Crystal pumps, snow white rose earings, a Jemma Wynne Ankara rose colored ring, and a Taino black beaded necklace. The whole outfit was absolutely gorgeous and perfect for summer. "You don't think I'm too old to where that light of a pink do you?" her voice sounded a bit troubled.

"Now you're the one suggesting absurd things Blair," he responded with a chuckle. Blair's grin grew at her answer and she made up her mind. Chuck knew that she would get it, probably all of the outfits he had picked out for her today. With a small wave of his hand the outfit was taken to be packaged and the next was brought out. She turned back to look at Chuck as soon as she glanced at it.

"Now that's an outfit to visit you at Bass industries with," she suggested, before looking back to it again. This selection was a baby blue rose corset top with a black wood garden skirt, French. The accessories that complimented it were a Chanel vintage 2.55 quilted bag, Chanel black crepe buckle pumps, a Carolee White Pearl Multi-Strand Flower bracelet by Max and Chloe, a women's double buckle waist belt with Nickel Grommets from the collection of Linea Pelle, and a white Peacoat. Chuck leaned over her shoulder and swiped her hair off the back of her neck. His chin then rested on her shoulder, cheek against her jaw line.

"My thoughts exactly," he whispered. Sure the outfit showed a little more skin than he would have liked to be on view for other men, but if she wore it to his office... Well there everyone knew who she was and not to even look if they wanted to keep their job. "Or maybe even out in public... While I'm with you of course."

"And suddenly the outfits come with conditions?" she teased. Chuck did not respond, but kissed her jawline until her head turned and he had access to her mouth. His hand went up, while they were occupied in the kiss, to have another outfit brought in. Then it returned to tangle through her curls, the other wrapped around her tiny waist. When he finally pulled off she let out a moan. "I'm not done yet," she frowned and went to kiss him again. Chuck kissed back of course, but then ended in a peck. "Chuck?" her tone held confusion.

"I just thought you would like to be informed of the next outfit, but if you'd like to just keep..." he paused because she had already turned back around. This was one that he wanted her to see in particular though. "This one was designed specially for you," he told her. Blair slowly looked it over. The dress was an Steph Aman 3D Butterfly Dress with a Cara Sequin & Faux Pearl bow pin on the strap. The necessities to complete the ensemble were a 1770's Georgian Rose Cut Diamond Ring, Locket–Ruffele Sandals, L. Erickson Coco's Two Tier Headband (100% Silk Charmeuse), Gold flower clips, and a Vintage Chanel Clutch. Not only was it breathtaking, but made the butterflies in her stomach swarm like the ones on the dressed seemed to.

"Oh my God," she gasped and turned to face him, "I want that one Chuck. If it cost a lot then I won't get the others. Just let me get that one." The way she begged it sounded like she was a little girl in a toy store. He chuckled at her behavior.

"We'll get all of them as planned. I'm glad you like it though. Like I said it was designed for you so it's already been paid for," he assured her. Blair hugged herself against his chest tightly. "Perhaps I should have saved it for last. The rest may just be a disappointment," he joked. Blair shook her head in response and smiled.

"You never disappoint me," she whispered and then leaned in for another kiss. This was a thank you kiss and therefore went on much longer than any of the other ones. There were many of these kisses as the day progressed. So many outfits were viewed and Blair had loved all of them. Of course after a while she tried to not buy each one that caught her eye, but Chuck would just signal behind her back to go ahead and put it on the bill. And before they left he had her change into the butterfly dress. For she would most certainly enjoy the next location as well.

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"Lex?" Charlie choked out, ultimate fear in her voice detected. How on earth could he have found her? Not to mention that he came in at the worst time. There was no way this looked good, in fact it wasn't good at all in fact. She quickly stood and moved towards him, but he backed away. "This is not what it looks like," she shook her head and managed to form a few more words. When her hand went out for him though, he retracted it and backed away from her.

"Don't touch me!" he spat. Immediately she took a step back as hurt from rejection appeared on her face. His eyes were livid, and his voice wicked as he spoke, "Watching your pathetic attempt of coquetry and that abominable make-out session with another man was enough for me, thanks." The voice was so sarcastic and angry that it almost didn't sound like him.

"Lex please you have it all wrong. It was just one big misapprehension on Nicolette's part. You know that I would never do that to you," she reasoned. Her hand grabbed onto his and held tight. It was different from previous encounters like this. He was usually so possessive of her that he attacked the man without reasoning and then dragged her to the nearest closet to take out his anger physically. The fact that he now seemed disgusted with her made her insides churn with worry.

"Oh I have it all wrong, do I?" he scoffed as his hand went to his chest. A bitter laugh escaped his lips and he shook his head. "What do you take me for Charlie? Some oblivious moron who can't see the scene of infidelity before his own eyes? Well I'm sorry, but that's one part I refuse to play. Perhaps your cheap concubine over there will take over," his eyes flickered to Nicolette with even more abhorrence than was thrown at Charlie, "It seems he's already nailed the audition." With that he tour his arm from her and turned to storm out. She felt the panic take over her, but then he suddenly came back in an outraged stomp. "And one more thing!" Nicolette was taken by complete surprise when Lex's fist smashed into the side of his cheek. There were gasps in the room, but once the punch was thrown he fled.

"I'm sorry!" Charlie called to Nicolette before she ran out after her boyfriend. Well if he was still her boyfriend. It sounded as if they just broke-up, but no that could not happen. When she reached the sidewalk he was nowhere to be found. She then saw her brother and Fabien come that way. "Max did you see where Lex went?" her hands fisted into the material of his shirt.

"Whoa sis," he pushed her off of his chest, "Silk is not to be tampered with by greedy hands." A short laugh escaped his lips, but was ended when she made a move to hit him. He dodged and then shrugged. "Would you just calm down? He went in to look for you and that was the last I saw of him. Why not look around inside some more or something. I'm sure he'll turn up," he motioned back towards the cafe. Charlie shook her head as tears brimmed in her eyes.

"Charlie!" Andrea ran up behind her. She instantly turned around as her best friend practically knocked her down. "What the hell is wrong with Lex? He just stormed out of that place, almost knocked me over, and got in the car to go back to the hotel. I tried to say hi and he told me to fuck off. I mean I know he's a jerk, but never that crude about it. Did you two have a fight?" The questions seemed to be an endless rush from Andrea's mouth until Charlie cut her off.

"I don't have time to talk about it. Look I'm going to go back to the hotel. You guys all have fun," she replied quickly before she ran to the car that had brought her and Andrea into town originally. Before the driver could even get out she got in and screamed at him to drive fast. The car ride seemed to take hours though as she leaned against the door. She had to make it there soon or something bad could happen. He was angry at her and most likely would eventually want to seek revenge. So she had to find him before this happened because then an even bigger mess would be before them. If she could not explain that what he had witnessed was nothing before he hooked up with some random slut... That thought could just not stay present in her mind right now. So as soon as the car stopped in front of the hotel she ran in, into the elevator, out, and to her room.

"Lex!" she called out in a frenzy as her eyes scanned the entire room. Her feet hit the floor in a run as she pushed the double doors into the suite's bedroom. He came out of the closet with a handful of clothes and threw them in his suitcase. Charlie's eyes practically popped out of her head, but she did not dally long. "Stop it! What are you doing?!" she screeched and threw herself towards him. Immediately her hands latched onto him.

"Going back home. What does it look like? Now get out of my way," he sneered and tried to push her off of him. When that did not work he simply dragged her to the closet with him and reached for another handful off clothes. His move was blocked when she threw her arms out and guarded all of them from him. "Charlie get out of the way!" his voice echoed in the small space and made her flinch.

"No," she countered and shook her head, "You're not going anywhere Lex. You have to stay here and listen to me. What you think you saw was just..." her voice got a little louder as she attempted to explain, but Lex just scoffed and tore out of the closet without any clothes in hand.

"I don't think anything!" he threw his hands up in the air and went back towards the bed. She shut the closet door and then followed him. When he spun around she realized if looks could kill that she would be dead on the spot. "What I witnessed not only burned my eyes and made my ears feel as if they bled, but finally showed me how you really feel about me! To think that I actually thought someone like you could give a damn about me! You know you are just like every other person in my life Charlie," he moved towards and towered over her, "You're a liar and a cheater." Her hand connected with his cheek as a reflex. Charlie had not even realized it happened until the sound of the slap burned her ears. Lex's eyes lit up with fire and he grabbed both of her wrists. "DON'T YOU EVER HIT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN! I'M NOT A LITTLE BOYTOY YOU CAN SLAP AROUND! IN FACT AS OF NOW, YOU'VE MADE IT CLEAR WE WERE NEVER ANYTHING!" he roared. Then his face took on a look of defeat as he released her.

"Yes we are Lex," Charlie's voice broke a bit as she started to cry, "You know how much you mean to me..." her voice trailed off as a sob broke through her lips. Lex's back stiffened and he refused to face her yet, if ever. "He kissed me, but it was sprung on me and totally one sided. Whatever you think you heard wasn't it I promise. I know you don't know French that well and the body language may have looked bad, but..."

"Hello beautiful, can I buy you a drink? I can get my own drink, thanks. Expecting a different answer, were we? Honestly... no. You know more French than you let on Charlie. Wait here's my favorite part..." His voice sounded with sarcasm. He hand held up to silence her before he continued. Charlie just sat there with wide eyes almost unable to comprehend what was happening."Tell me. Do you have someone to practice with back home? Not really, no one who knows well enough to practice with. See I found that part rather funny because if I recall correctly before school was let out, all we did was practice together, but hey... Apparently that was just charity work on your part," he spat. Charlie opened her mouth to deny it, but he beat her to it again. "Oh wait! I'm not even close to being finished yet. In fact let's review more shall we?" his voice changed to mock her and Nicolette again, "Perhaps we should become Pen Pals then? How could I refuse such an offer? It would be a tragedy to deny my love," those words in particular burned at his lips, but his face did not falter. Instead he just kicked up the harsh tone a notch. His eyes rolled as more of her previous conversation was recited. "Well, you French boys are certainly different from those of America. Please... such perfection is unique, I assure you. You may be like the boys at home after all... I can only hope it will not be held against me. After all, there must be a reason for your travel in France. Curiosity, a taste for adventure, new faces, new experiences...? It seems hard to get the wrong question when you suggested all the answer, I suppose... Oh no... she's discovered my secret. How will I survive in a conversation now? Oh I don't know... how about she stop flirting with you behind her boyfriends back?! That way it won't be revealed what a lying bitch she really is!" his forehead practically pressed against her and she almost fell backwards onto the bed. Instead though his hand grabbed her back and yanked her back towards him.

"Lex how did you...?" she tried to get a word in, but yet again he cut her off.

"Don't even until I'm finished," he warned, "See we haven't even gotten to the best part so let's skip ahead shall we?" It wasn't a question at all so she did not say a single word. Instead he spoke tersely, "As you two crossed lovers gazed deeply into the each others eyes, you allowed him to sit there and say this to my girlfriend. You have beautiful eyes." The words barely made it out of his mouth with such clenched teeth. "They shine the light of a thousand suns. You have perfect..." he paused for a moment, but then recovered, "You have perfect lips. I would kiss them. Would you like to kiss me?" A bitter laugh escaped his lips next and his hand released hers. "I doubt you forget what came after your little blissful nod. I know the image is burned into my brain forever," he muttered and went to close his suit case. Charlie stayed very still, feet practically glued to the ground for a moment. At the zip of it though she snapped out of the trance and moved in front of him.

"How did you even manage to comprehend all of that?" she questioned, wide eyed. Lex's features softened, but only for a moment. Then the previous scowl came out again and he rolled his eyes.

"Well the online class I took, after school was out, just to impress you probably helped. Then again in the end I guess it turned out to be my greatest demise," his words sounded so final as he moved past her for the suitcase.

"Lex wait! If you could hear then you see it was nothing. I didn't understand what he said at the last part, but just nodded out of politeness. You were there! It was my confused face! You know that face remember?" she shouted at his back. Slowly he turned to face her. No longer did he frown, but actually just looked a bit defeated.

"Oh believe me I know all of your expressions Charlie," he sighed. She started to smile, but when he did not it fell from her face. "Which is why I also know how much you flirted with him before it. The reason it ended in a kiss was because you led him to believe it would. Face it. You wanted it, even attempted at a round of our witty banter." His voice broke a bit at the last part. As soon as it happened he cursed under his breath and loudly inside his head. Slowly he side stepped her, suit case left behind, for just an attempt to get out of there.

"Wait," she choked on a fresh sob as tears streamed down her cheeks. He stopped, halfway to the door, and his back straightened up. "Please, I promise I didn't mean to Lex. I'm sorry, really, really sorry. Please don't go," she begged. Lex closed his eyes tightly and grimaced. He hated when she did that. It wasn't something Charlie Bass did, beg before others. Everyone answered to her and she ruled over them without remorse most of the time. Which meant only when she truly thought it appropriate that it would happen. How come it always had to be him who made her sound like that? Wait, no. This was not his fault. For once he was not the one who messed it up. Then again she always forgave him... So is this how she felt when he flirted with other girls? If so then what the hell was she doing begging for him? Great so now he is blaming her for something he's done in the past too. Only it seemed worse now. Whether she realized it or not, his girlfriend had flirted with another man and it led to a kiss. The part that bothered him most, although he would never admit it aloud, was the part about the study buddy. He was the person she practiced French with. It was their thing recently, a little something else he shared with her that belonged to him. Lex had never been one to share either, even when he was younger. When he was little if another kid touched a toy within four feet of him he freaked, unless Charlie was the one who touched it of course. Then again he kind of considered her to be one of his belongings when they were little...

On the Upper East Side the class was in full playtime mode. Teachers were scarce as they gossiped about the children's parents off to the side. This allowed the young ones to scatter all over the room, doing what they pleased, as most Upper East Side children do. In the mist of the chaos was an area where the softest carpet was found. There sat a a little girl with gorgeous curls and doe brown eyes. The other children kept their distance as she played blissfully with the towers of toys that surrounded her. However there is one who sat by her quietly. His black hair hung down in his face a bit, but his crystal blue eyes shined through it. He watched her closely with a smile of fascination.

"There you go Scarlett now your hair is perfect," Charlie told the doll. Lex at first found her choice in naming toys from "classic love tales" stupid, but after he saw the outcome of sharing this knowledge with her... he will never do it again. Like always she carefully sat the doll up to her side that Lex did not take. Then she heaved a sigh and reached for the boy doll. "Oh Mr. Butler what have these retched children done to you?" she asked in horror. The doll's hair was a total mess and his jacket seemed to have been stolen.

"Ch... Ch... Charlie wha... what's the matter?" Lex questioned with a frown on his face. Curse his stutter, he can not seem to kick. Okay so maybe the fact he rejected speech time was part of the reason he had not progressed, but it was held during lunch and he liked to be there if Charlie chose to sit with him. Then if she did not, he sat with the other boys and really talked when only Max was around.

"Lexie," her ruby lips turned up into an absolute pout, "Somebody stole Mr. Butler's jacket." She held out the doll for him as she whined, "He can't be Mr. Butler without a jacket." Lex took the small doll from her and examined it further. His eyes then set into a glare and he gazed out upon the other children for the corporate. "He has it!" she suddenly shouted and pointed towards a boy across the room from them. "Can you go get it for me?" her tone made the question sound more like a demand, but he did not mind. It was what he always did for her. That's why she allowed him to sit by her and even sometimes play with her.

"O... Okay Charlie," he nodded in agreement and got on his feet. She watched him with a delighted smile and waved at him as he walked off. Lex looked back a couple of times, but then stopped right in front of the boy. He was blond with gray eyes and rather small. It would be an easy take so that's exactly what Lex did. He reached down and snatched the dolls jacket away from the boy.

"Why did you do that?" the boy looked up with curious eyes. Lex rolled his blue ones and pursed his lips. He then looked back to see Charlie start to bounce in her seat with excitement. "That was my toy," the other boy defended.

"Not, not anymore," Lex managed to control his stutter and keep his tone strong. He then left without another glance at the boy and returned to Charlie. "Here, here, here you, you go," he presented it before her. She clapped her hands with excitement and then took it from him.

"Oh Mr. Butler! Lex has saved you!" she exclaimed dramatically. Lex giggled with a proud smile as he looked around at the other toys he had brought to her. There was a stack of them, far too many for either of them to ever be able to play with. His eyes glanced back at her and she already had the dolls now sat up together as she examined her work.

"Children we are passing out cookies now!" the teacher called as she entered the room with a tray of them. Lex saw how Charlie's eyes lit up. At first it seemed strange because she was never one for sweets. "We only have one with pink icing," the woman added with a smirk. Most of the children had not listened, but soon they would notice.

"Lexie I want that one!" she pointed towards it. Of course it was the pink icing that caught her eye. "Please..." she begged and gripped onto his shirt. He didn't bother to ask why she would not get it herself because he already knew the answer. Last time she tried to go up there one of the bigger boys elbowed her in the eye on accident, but the grudge was held.

"I... I'll get it Charlie," he responded and got to his feet once again. When another little girl started to walk towards it he ran in front of her. It ended up scaring her and she fell down. Lex did not mean to make her fall down, but since he heard Charlie laugh it made him feel better. "I, I, I wan... want the, the, the pink one," his hand pointed to it as he approached the teacher.

"Well here you go Alexander. Now that we have Miss Bass taken care of what color would you like?" the teacher asked with a knowing smile. Lex however did not like either name she used for the children. So he just plucked a blue one from the tray and headed back with both cookies.

While Lex still got the cookies another boy approached Charlie. He was taller than most of the boys in the class. She remembered him as the one who elbowed in her eye. After all a Bass never lets hold of a grudge, even if the blow was accidental. So to greet him she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.

"You're playing with me today," he told her. Charlie's mouth formed an 'O'. No one ever told her what to do, well from the exception of her parents, but not at school. Her girlfriends all hung off her every move and Lex did whatever she wanted.

"I don't want to play with you," she retorted and picked up one of the dolls. Her eyes fell to it as she ignored the other boy. Hopefully he would just go away and leave her be. Instead though he snatched the doll from her. "Hey that's mine!" she shouted and reached for it.

"You can have it back when you play with me. Come on," he countered and grabbed her arm. Charlie fought against him when he tried to lift her off the ground. His hand hurt, this boy was rough and she did not like to play with rough boys (Even though she overheard her Auntie Serena tell her mother that would change one day... whatever that meant).

"Let go of me!" she struggled and then fell back onto the ground. Her bottom hurt when it landed on a block and she started to cry. Big, fat, salty tears streamed down her rosy cheeks. The boy paused for a moment, but then went to reach for her again.

"Hey!" an angry, familiar voice shouted. Charlie looked up with water filled eyes and saw Lex. He stood next to the boy who had halted in his movements. "Ch... Charlie don't, don't cry," he soothed and handed her the cookies. Then he proceeded to step in front of the boy. Even as a child Lex Sparks had already aced at intimidating, threatening glares.

"Move," the other boy found some bravery and pushed Lex a bit. This made Charlie gasp and start to get upset again. Which made Lex more mad than even the fact he had been pushed. "I want to play with her now," he declared and went to reach for Charlie's arm again.

"I told you I don't want to play with you!" Charlie defended. When the boy made a move for her she screamed again. "Lexie!" she cried with frightened eyes. Lex immediately side stepped in front of her and then gave the boy the hardest shove he could muster. The boy fell back and groaned in pain. The doll also dropped out of his arms so Lex snatched it up.

"This, this, this is her toy. No, no, nobody play, plays with her toys. And no, no, nobody plays with mine," Lex declared as he towered over the boy. He then pointed to Charlie. "She, she, she is my favorite toy. Got it?" His tone was very angry and the boy nodded before he scampered away. Lex smiled in satisfaction and then returned to sit next to his favorite real life doll.

"Lex am I... am I really your favorite?" Charlie beamed, tears dried on her cheeks, but smile on her lips. After all there were so many toys here and at home, not to mention in all the stores. All the other boys played with different toys everyday and did not have a favorite. Lex set the doll back in her lap and then took his own cookie. Unfortunately he had a mouth full of it when she wanted an answer.

"Yes," he spoke with his mouth full and then swallowed. Charlie giggled at this and then took a bite of her own cookie. In a matter of seconds she was back in her own little world, attention focused on all the toys he had snatched for her.

"Alexander Sparks! Did you push Brad down?" a teacher asked sternly as she walked over to them. Both Lex and Charlie's heads turned to look up at the woman who towered over them. "Well young man what do you have to say for yourself? I heard that you also will not share your toys?" she added and put her hands on her hips.

"But, but, but Char... Charlie didn't, didn't want to play with him," he defended and pointed at the girl beside him. Charlie nodded and glared at the woman. The teacher frowned in confusion.

"Well we are not talking about Charlotte. Now you come with me mister. I think someone needs a time out," she nodded and pulled him up by his arm. Lex tried to struggle against her, but it did not seem to bother her at all. Charlie's eyes got large and she stood up.

"But I don't want him to leave," she shouted as her voice rose in panic. Lex felt butterflies swarm in his stomach. The teacher halted and slowly turned to look at the little girl. A smile graced Lex's lips and he was ready to be released and go back to Charlie.

"Well we do not always get what we want," the teacher remarked. Lex's face fell and then he was pulled off by the teacher. Charlie's eyes narrowed and she clenched her teeth. That woman was senile. Charlie Bass always got what she wanted. She was freaking Charlie Bass! No one, especially someone who worked for the state (she heard her mother say it once), would tell her otherwise. A menacing grin appeared on her lips as she set out to get her silent revenge.

Meanwhile Lex sat on the stupid chair in the time out corner. This was completely preposterous. After all that boy had made Charlie fall down and she had cried. Plus everyone knew that Lex did not share anything that belonged to him. And as far as he was concerned Charlie Bass definitely belonged to him. You were allowed to protect what was yours... or at least that's what he heard on some news channel his nanny watched. It sounded good though, so for the moment it would be his motto.

"OUCH! OH MY GOD!" The teacher screamed in pain and jumped from the chair she had just sat down in. Lex looked over with wide eyes and a few kids screamed, scared to death of such an ear shattering noise. The woman had tears on her cheeks and Lex watched as another teacher pulled a tac out of her skirt, technically her bottom. Then the teacher who had put him in time out, and recently been... injured, ran from the room as she yelled the words, 'I quit! I can't deal with these brats anymore!'. Well these brats weren't the ones with tacs in their butts lady, Lex thought to himself with a smirk.

"Your my favorite toy too," Charlie smiled from behind him. He turned around immediately in his seat and looked at her with shock. How did she always manage to be so sneaky? "Come on. There's this stupid red headed girl with the bear I need to play with," she sighed dramatically. Lex jumped up at the new challenge before him and ran up behind her. After all they were each others favorite toys... and neither shared well.

"Lex?" Charlie asked. He snapped out of his flashback and realized his eyes were with hers the whole time. Of course he had not realized this and probably looked at her blankly. Tears were dried on her cheeks and he felt her hands gripped onto his shirt. "I'm sorry... please don't look at me like that," her voice broke a little, "I know what I did and I'm sorry, but don't look at me like you're looking right through me."

"I was looking through you, thinking of another girl," he responded. His tone was neither happy, sad, or mad. It was just calm, but he felt her tense. Her eyes fell in shame a bit and the grip on his shirt loosened. "Don't worry she's way too young for me," he smirked, but she did not see it. There was no way that he was over it or totally cool with what had happened, but it wasn't enough for him to leave her. They were both just... pathological flirts.

"It better not be that whore Stacy Kensington," Charlie scoffed with jealousy as her eyes rose to his again. See this possessive, territorial, jealous quality in them was mutual. Lex rolled his eyes and shook his head with laughter. This only made her frown further though. "If you're thinking of other girls already than maybe I should have flirted with that French boy," she tested.

"Bite your tongue Bass," Lex quipped with a quick narrow of his eyes. He then reached his hand up and tucked a curl behind her ear. The confused expression on her face only furthered at this gesture. To her he was all over the place, but in his mind it all made sense. It was a challenge to keep up with for each because the other always kept so much in.

"Well what do you expect Sparks?" she questioned with disbelief, "There is no way I will allow a scoundrel like you to think of other girls when we have not even broken up yet. I may be hysterical, tears pouring down my cheeks, and begging, but don't forget I am still Charlie Bass." Her eyes were serious and he had to hold down a chuckle. How could he ever forget that?

"Well then Charlie Bass don't get your panties in a twist. I have no intention of breaking up with you, despite your naughty behavior. As for the girl well she's too memorable to forget. I only spent the early years of my life striving to please her. Do you have any idea how big some of those kids were that I snatched toys from?" he raised his eyebrows in question. Charlie slowly started to smile and her eyes fell from his.

"Please... Do not think for one second that without me you would be such a selfish, fearless bastard. Whether you took for me or yourself, I am the one who pushed you to do it. Face it Sparks, you were lucky I agreed to spend most of my time with you. Plenty of other boys and girls begged to play with me," she sighed. Slowly the trade mark Bass smirk appeared as her eyes met his again.

"Like those amateurs could have held your attention like I did. Your father is not the only reason you're so spoiled Bass. I gave you anything you wanted," his tone turned cocky, as it should. Charlie could not deny him of this one because yes she was a spoiled brat, always had been. Lex never minded that though, but catered to it.

"What the hell happened?" she teased. Lex glared back playfully, but then connected his lips with hers. The kiss deepened for a moment, but then she pulled away. His lips felt cold and he groaned in agitation. "On a side note I'm going to try my best never to flirt with another boy like that again... unless my plan is to make you insanely jealous," a giggle escaped her lips.

"Most girls don't like it when their boyfriends display passive aggressive behavior. Tell me Bass, why is it that my territorial and animal like ways attract you so?" he inquired. One of the smuggest expressions she had ever seen was displayed on her face right now.

"Ugh... beats me. I figure the best explanation would be to call it hereditary," she responded with fake disgust. They were both too damn stubborn so he had expected nothing more for an answer. Instead he simply lifted her so as he sat down on the bed she was in his lap. Charlie shifted a bit and then put her arms around his neck. "What are you doing? Just because you slowly move me to the bed does not mean it was very discreet," she gave him a knowing look.

"It wasn't meant to be. However my intentions are purely honorable I assure you. I was only going to ask if you would like to lie down with me as we await the others return. If you would like I drop your pretty little ass to the floor though... it can be arranged," his eyes glanced to it. Charlie hit him playfully and then laughed as she crawled from his lap. He went after her and they both lied down next to the other. She pecked his lips, both heads on the same pillow, and smirked.

"Honorable? Now that's a lie if I ever heard one," she whispered. Lex shot her innocent eyes in response, but knew she would not buy it for a second. Finally though she let her guard down and closed her eyes for a moment. It was then she felt his hands cup her bottom and give a hard squeeze. "You're getting a freebie because of my behavior Alexander. So please enjoy, but try not to hurt yourself," she gave an explanation for why he had not been kicked in the groin. Lex chuckled and allowed his hands to roam over all his favorite, most inappropriate spots.

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Blair's smile grew and grew with each step she took in Tiffany's. Man she loved this store so much. Even as a little girl she had been fascinated with it. Sure it had some of the best diamonds, but the building also just held so much class. A turquoise bag or box always made her heart flutter. The sight of the store and entry of it, did so much more. Chuck led her in, his hand in hers, and like Bendel's it too seemed to have been rented for the day. Everything was already out on the counter for display. A balding man, the manager she assumed, stepped out from behind the counter and made his way towards them. He nodded at Chuck with a smile.

"Mr. Bass, Mrs. Bass we at Tiffany & Co are happy to see you again. I think you'll find all of your requests on the phone have been performed. Mrs. Bass everything in this store is out for you to browse. If that should not meet your qualifications we also have someone here who can take a special made jewelry order and our online catalog home page pulled up," he explained. Chuck nodded at the man and then kissed Blair's cheek.

"Get anything you like. I'm going to sort out some things and I'll be over to help you browse," he spoke sweetly into her ear. Blair grinned and then made her way over to the counter. Chuck watched as her eyes began to flicker in every which way. If a diamond sparkled it caught her eye, but to keep it was another story. Once she was out of ear shot, he turned to speak with the man again. "She'll most likely try to narrow it down to one thing, but I'd like you to bag anything she shows enough interest in. You can tell by the way she looks when she sets it down. If it's something she wants, but is afraid there might be something better than she'll look pained. Don't say anything just have it wrapped up for us. Understood?" Chuck kept a business like tone, but was not unpleasant in any way.

"Of course Mr. Bass. I will make sure anything in this store that your wife takes a liking too will be rung up and boxed instantly. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go make sure I do not miss anything," he excused himself. Chuck smirked at the man's nervousness around him. He was smart to be that way because Chuck Bass was definitely his best customer.

"Chuck, come look at this one," Blair called. He did not even have to look at her face, but could tell by her voice she had found something that she wanted. He walked over and helped her examine it. The current catcher of her eye was a necklace. Chocolate Tahitian pearls with diamonds in 18k gold. It would compliment her curls perfectly. "What do you think?" she held it up against her neck.

"I like it," he replied. It was a complete honest answer. Blair smiled at his approval and then turned back to the woman. Chuck knew what she wanted to ask and always found it silly that she did so.

"How much?" she inquired.

"Forty-two thousand and five hundred dollars plus tax," the woman replied instantly, like a reflex. Chuck watched as Blair bit her bottom lip and stared down at it. Finally after a few minutes she pouted her lips and put it back down. Chuck nodded at the manager who had been watching for the signs.

"I think I'll keep looking," Blair sighed and moved down the counter. Chuck kept his hand on the small of her back. They came on the rings and Blair stopped instantly. She always loved to look at the rings the most. He had a theory that she pretended to be shopping for her engagement ring all over again. For if she could have more than one, only engaged to him though, engagement ring she would. "Which gemstone do you think is the prettiest?" his opinion was required again.

"Well Mrs. Bass you know how much I enjoy purple, the Sapphire one has caught my eye. Pick the one you like though," he told her. Blair instantly picked up the one he had suggested. At first it made him wish he had not opened his mouth, but then he saw how great it looked on her finger. "How Much?" Chuck took his turn this time.

"About ten thousand with tax," the sales man answered. Blair looked to Chuck with a smile. Then it faltered a bit though.

"I'm going to keep browsing," she did the same thing as before. Chuck had it bagged behind her back. They browsed the whole store for a couple hours. It made him wonder if she had something particular in mind and that's why she had put down so many other things she obviously loved. Her favorites ranged from diamond earrings, ruby bracelets, diamond necklaces... She had a wide variety in her love of jewelry. Finally though they had run out of things to look at. "I don't know what to get," she admitted, her body leaning against his a bit. He had to keep a straight face because in reality she sort of already had her top five favorites now. "The Sapphire ring I suppose," she decided and turned towards the woman. Chuck had her wear that one out of the store and stalled her a bit as the other things were taken to the limo by their driver. They then got into the limo to go back to Suite 1812.

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Max bought a drink for Fabien so Andrea fled to some shops down the street. Honestly the boy had insulted her with all those withering stares and Max was actually nice? Then when he actually gave Fabien his cell number was when she did the immediate departure. Now she found herself in the first shop she had come into, unable to move. Andrea stared down into the glass box with longing. It contained one of the most gorgeous pieces of jewelry she had ever lied her eyes on. Her fingers ached to move through the glass and caress the golden chain down to it's flower brooch, laced with pearls around an emerald as it's center. To call it magnificent would have been the understatement of the year. The fact that it was antique made it the understatement of many years in fact. It was so unique in it's beauty that she felt out of place. Like it did belong in another time with a much more worthy admirer. Sure her parents and others had bought her jewelry before, but not like this. This piece seemed to be unattainable, the price even for an Archibald family member proved it. It's sparkle was addictive and dangerous, the gold shined like the sun. She thought if she stared at it too long her eyes would hurt yet she could not drag them away from it. No matter how many dirty looks she got from the sales woman. Finally the older woman, with right since Andrea had been there for about an hour, stepped forward.

"Young lady I'm afraid we're closing soon. If you're not going to purchase anything I must ask you to leave," she spoke with a heavy French accent. Andrea's eyes fell to the brooch again with regret, then raised to the woman's. She nodded slowly and prepared to tear herself away from it.

"Actually we are going to purchase the necklace," Max stepped up from behind with a smirk. Andrea's eyes widened and she stiffened a bit. The lady gave him a skeptical look. After all they were in another country. His face wasn't known, unlike in New York. Right now they just looked like too teenagers.

"Young man that necklace is very expensive," the woman replied. She tried to smile, but her tone still sounded annoyed. Andrea nodded and turned towards Max.

"She's right Max. It's too expensive and I don't even want it that bad. Let's just go," she urged him. It was way too expensive. Well not for him of course, he could buy things worth way more than that, but nor for her. She was not a girl who demanded things of her boyfriend. Getting Max Bass to be your boyfriend was a big deal itself.

"Nothings too expensive for me," he replied and then looked back to the lady. "My mother has actually ordered from your shop before. I believe you know her, Blair Bass," it was more of a statement than a question. Of course they knew who his mother was and his father for that matter. Andrea bit her bottom lip when the lady smiled.

"Well why didn't you just say so Mr. Bass?" she smiled and took out the necklace,"I'll just get this wrapped up nicely for you." Max reached into his pocket for his wallet and fished out his card. When the lady turned her back to wrap the necklace Andrea put her hand on his.

"Max I don't need the necklace. I know you're family has money, but this is too much for me. It's really not necessary and will make me look plain for that matter. Let's just go, now," she tried and stressed each word.

"Please that lavaliere can't even approximate to you. In fact if I had not watched you gaze upon it for the past hour I would have thought it too common for Max Bass's girlfriend. However it's obvious you want it, I like to give you what you want, so I'm going to buy it. And let's face it I always get what I want," he informed her with a very cocky tone. The lady appeared again and he held out his credit cared. She took it and was gone again.

"Max I don't need you to buy me things just because we're boyfriend and girlfriend. That's not why I like you," her tone was very quiet, but held how serious she was. His face actually softened a bit, but then he shrugged his shoulders.

"I know that Archibald. If all it took to make you mine was to lavish you with gifts then we would have been together since preschool. Now it's yours whether you like it or not. So just enjoy having a boyfriend with billions of dollars like any other girl would," he concluded. It was impossible to change his mind once it was set. Still she parted her lips to rebuttal again.

"Here you go and you two have a very nice day," the woman interrupted her and held out the bag. Max took it instantly and winked at her.

"No, thank you," the Bass charm swooned her instantly. Andrea rolled her eyes, but then realized she now was being pulled from the shop. "Your gift girlfriend," he announced, once outside and held out the bag to her. Andrea crossed her arms and stared at it. He pursed his lips when it was not snatched immediately. Weren't girl supposed to love gifts like this?

"Max it's too much. I know not for you, but for me it is. Please just take it back. I don't need it that badly," she sighed. Deep down she wanted it so bad though. If anything she had to restrain herself from grabbing it from him as soon as it was bought. See a gift like that was dangerous.

"It's not about need Andrea. So what if you don't need it? It's not about need for people like us, but want. Which is why the necklace was purchased and now belongs to you. Bass's never take anything back, so either you take it or we find a nice little pond to make a wish of it with," he threatened. Andrea immediately reached for the bag. A proud grin displayed on his face at the victory.

"Thank you," she said quietly when they started to walk again. His arm snaked around her waits and pulled her to him from the side. She turned and pecked his lips. "I love it," her voice was quiet, but he heard it loud in clear. "In fact I'm rather obsessed," she admitted with a guilty smile.

"I know... When are you going to get that I like to buy you things Andrea? Spending money is something I do best," he stated. By his expression and posture she knew it was not a joke. Even without all that it was obvious. She rolled her eyes, but kept close to him.

"I know you do, but... I... no guy has ever treated me like this before. You're... a really good boyfriend," A laugh filled with relief escaped her lips. She had wanted to say that for some time now, but never thought she would. Then in this moment it just seemed to slip out. Slowly Max turned towards her with a... no not smirk, smile.

"Now there's something I, nor all of the Upper East Side, expected to hear. To think Max Bass, boyfriend of the year." And the smirk was back. Andrea shook her head at this and laughed. The boy had the biggest ego in the world, but she loved him for it. Honestly it would be weird to be around a guy, like this, if they did not act like Max. She would even miss the crude sexual innuendos.

"Be careful there Max," she shook her finger at him playfully, "If you let that head of yours get any bigger than your shoulders won't be able to hold it up." He rolled his eyes, but then she noticed him pretend to check his hair while he really double took the side of his head. It only made her laughter increase and she smacked his hand away. "I wasn't speaking literally Bass, relax."

"I know that..." he defended and then sighed, "I guess we should return to our soap opera stars now. Honesty if they broke up or are still fighting we are going to lock them in a closet until they sort it out. Max Bass does not do melodrama, especially if he is not the star."

"Alright, but Max Bass really should stop talking about himself in third person," she giggled and then pulled him towards the car.

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The city's night sky was lit up by all the lights of New York. Chuck leaned back in the limos seat, completely exhausted. Blair had her head against his chest as she stared up at him. He had this look on his face, clearly thinking long and hard about something. Hopefully not along the lines of I-should-not-have-taken-off-work-for-this. Because for her the day had been beyond perfect. She slowly pulled off his bow-tie and undid his shirt a bit. Chuck looked to her in question, but she only smiled softly in response. Her hand then stroked his chest as she leaned up to kiss his lips.

"You're the best husband in the world Chuck Bass," she breathed against his lips. Chuck closed his eyes and a peaceful smile formed on his lips. It was such a sweet moment. "Tell me," her voice was so smooth and soothing, "What's on your mind?"

"I was just thinking," he replied. She parted her lips to ask about what, but he beat her to it. "I'm not sure if I want to go back to suite 1812. I mean, I feel like it's not ours anymore. Not to mention it's going to be hard to have sex with all the pictures of our daughter and her boyfriend around." Blair felt a bit disappointed, but she would be a liar if she said that wouldn't make her uncomfortable.

"I want to spend the night alone with you though..." she sighed. Then her eyebrows knitted together. He pulled her into his lap so she was more at his eye level. "Plus I wanted it to be somewhere special," her cheeks blushed a bit. Chuck however felt the same way. He did not want to sleep in some random, never before used, suite with her. Today was a great day and it needed a perfect ending. If only he could think of something. "Arthur," Blair's voice pulled Chuck from his thoughts. He looked to her in question, but she just smiled. "How would you like to make extra money and drive around all night?" This was why he loved her so much.

"Of course Mrs. Bass. I suppose I should put the window up now and give you two privacy?" he chuckled. After all he was the same driver from that night at Victrola. That whole saying if-walls-could-talk... Well limo drivers could, but Arthur didn't. Then again even if he did, it's not like anyone didn't already know about it.

"Thanks Arthur," she gave a small wave and then the window closed up. Her body turned back to Chuck's. "Are you too tired to make love to me Mr. Bass?" Please don't say no, she thought to herself. Oh please, please, please don't say no...

"Always," he whispered back to her. They kissed for a moment and then pulled apart. Their foreheads rested against each other. Everything started slow and peaceful, the passion just about to erupt.

"Are you sure?" she smiled. Memories flooded through both of their minds. He gazed into her eyes and then smashed his lips against hers again. It was true. History did repeat itself. And not always for the worst.

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"Charlie are you ready?" Lex asked as he opened up the hotel door. She immediately turned to look at him, well down at him. It was then he noticed she stood up on the bed in her dress. She always did this when she was nervous, claimed the leverage cleared her mind a bit. "What are you nervous about? You look gorgeous," he complimented with a smile. His hand was then held out to help her climb down. Before she did though he looked her over. It was a long dress, a light pink silk, that flowed to the floor and dragged just a bit. It clung to her body pretty nicely and showed just enough cleavage. In the middle, under the breast, a black ribbon went around and tied in the back. She let her curls down and bangs to the side, in this light they almost looked to have a tint of red in them, this was of course only the light. One way to put her appearance, breath taking.

"How do I look?" she asked, voice nervous. He helped her down and pulled her to him. It calmed her a bit, but that worried smile was still there. It was weird when she had moments like this. She was never one to be insecure, that was more Andrea, but she did have her human moments. At least that was what he liked to call them.

"Must you even ask?" he smirked, "Charlie you look absolutely stunning, sexy, and downright gorgeous even on your worst days. Not to mention we hardly see those to begin with. Every girl at school is envious of you and in that dress they would want to kill you. I however would like to skip the date and make out with you in it for hours. Does that answer your question?" his blue eyes sparkled. Her breath hitched in her throat. Sometimes he could be so sweet. Of course it was also laced with a perverted comment, but it was him. She loved all parts of him, even if he didn't know that just yet.

"Well thank you very much. You don't look so bad yourself," she giggled as her hand traced down his chest. It was covered with a suit, but the contact still felt great. "We match... again," her giggling furthered. He had on a black suit, white shirt, and pale pink tie.

"That's because I know you better than you know yourself. I wanted to match tonight, claim you as my own by our style. I knew the outfit would not be too revealing since Max and Andrea are accompanying us. Most likely a long dress, a soft color. Pink is one of your favorites. I put all the facts together and found I was right. Part of my plan for the perfect night in Paris," he winked. The excitement rose in her stomach as she thought about it. The boys had something planned and despite their best efforts the girls had not discovered what it was.

"It would be even more perfect if you boys just told Andrea and I what you're up to," she said with a pout on her lips. It was something they both knew could get almost anything out of him. This time though he refused to let it work. The surprise would not be ruined.

"Nice try Bass, but we're going to be late. It's a little chilly outside. Don't forget it's still between spring and summer over here in Europe," he reminded her. She nodded, but then just walked towards the door. He frowned as he wondered why she had not yet gotten a coat. "Charlie?" he questioned.

"Oh I don't need one," she smiled and opened the door. "I'll be fine without it. I never get chilly," a laugh escaped her lips. Why did she always have to be so stubborn. Lex sighed and followed her out. They both knew she would get cold and then he would have to give up his jacket. "Andrea you look great," Charlie complimented as Max and her stepped out of their room. Andrea had on a light blue satin dress that went just past her knees. The skirt flowed out, but was tight at the waist and spaghetti straps and a yellow purse as an accessory. To match her Max had on a light blue suit with yellow tie. It was times like these he reminded her of their father.

"Thanks Charlie you look so pretty," she cooed. Max and Lex exchanged a look. Then Max stepped forward and put a hand to his chest.

"Oh my god Lex you look like so gorgeous," he did his best attempt at a girl voice. Lex refrained a laugh and stepped towards his best friend.

"Well Max your suit like totally matches my eyes," Lex responded. Charlie and Andrea both crossed their arms and gave the boys a hard stare. "We are going to look so great together at dinner tonight," he put his arm around Max. Both boys shot cocky grins towards the girls.

"Awe Andrea we must inform Gossip Girl our boyfriends are gay," Charlie smirked and snapped a picture with her phone. Max and Lex's eyes both widened. They instantly went for Charlie, but she threw the phone to Andrea. "Catch!" she shouted, Andrea did just that.

"Andrea give me the phone now!" Max commanded and went for her. She giggled and jumped as high as she could in the heals. "Andrea!" he grabbed her, but Charlie now had the phone. Max held down Andrea and Lex backed Charlie into a corner.

"Baby give me the phone... please," Lex spoke sweetly to her. It was true he had her cornered, but one button pressed and the picture would be sent to Gossip Girl. "Awe come on Charlie. I have such a romantic night planned for us tonight. Let's not ruin it..." he took another step towards her, slowly with much caution.

"Don't do it Charlie!" Andrea protested. Max's hand quickly went over her mouth. Lex glared at her and then looked back to Charlie. He reached out and touched the arm that did not hold the phone. Her eyes were locked with his again. His smirk begged to come out and claim victory, but he would not allow it to do that just yet. Finally Charlie pouted her lips and eyes fell in defeat. Max let out a victory yell while Andrea shook her head.

"Here you go. The post should arrive in the next minute or so," she giggled and smacked the phone against his chest. Lex's eyes widened and him and Max looked to the screen. The message had been sent. Both boys glared at the girls who had now joined together and went for the elevator. "Maxwell, Alexander! Come now or we'll go without you," Charlie threatened.

"Bitches," Max muttered under his breath. Lex nodded with him in agreement, but then stopped when he eyed his girlfriend. She had moved herself into the corner of the elevator and leaned against he wall to arch her back just a bit. He noticed Andrea had stopped to look at herself in the mirror before she entered, and left Charlie alone. A playful grin came to her lips and her eyes teased him. God how come she was so freaking sexy sometimes?

"Somehow I think I'll get over it," Lex pushed him to the side a bit and walked towards Charlie, as if in a trance. Max glared at him and rubbed his arm. Andrea just laughed, knowing what went on as she watched it all, and led her own boyfriend into the elevator. When Lex went to kiss Charlie she put a hand to his chest.

"I thought I was a bitch?" her eyebrows raised in question.

"I'm okay with that. In fact I enjoy every aspect of it really," he returned and pecked her lips. She giggled playfully and snuggled against him. Max rolled his eyes and they landed on Andrea. She smiled softly at him. Then leaned up to whisper into his ear.

"If tonight's as magical as you claim it will be," her hot breath on his neck just about drove him crazy, "I can promise you it will get ten times better when we get back to the hotel." Max's eyes widened and he looked to her to verify it. She nodded to confirm and his heart went to his hand. Max Bass felt his stomach flutter and lips tug up into a huge smile.

There was a God.

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A/N: Well that's part 1 of Paris. If you want more than you should review. Tell me what you thought of everything and what do you think will happen? I'd love to hear some theories... BTW THIS IS 38 PAGES! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WORK THAT IS? Okay sorry, but I'm tired and felt that was necessary lol.