A/N: I'm actually not too proud of this chapter. The first fic is obviously because I needed Chair interaction even though it most likely didn't happen (more like definitely.) But I am trying to make these as realistic as possible. For the fic, I wrote this right after I watched the episode, so if some stuff doesn't make sense, they're responses to stuff in the episode.

Summary: Blair froze as she realized how their bodies were melding together. And he wasn't exactly making a secret of how aroused he was. She should have known this would happen. It was the truth that she hadn't thought past yelling at him. It was strange how much pleasure she got from getting angry with him. Maybe because she was soon realizing it was just foreplay for them. And how he loved it when she got angry with him.

Disclaimer: Quotes and awesomeness most likely go to Gossip Girl. I cannot claim such credit.

House Call

I'm on my way out to a house call

Blair glared after the bitch that had just ruined her life. She walked slowly back to her minions. She shoved the clipboard into Is's arms as they continued to reprimand Kelsey about her tights.

"60 seconds is up," Is said.

"I know," Blair replied wryly.

"Is something wrong?"

"No," Blair said. It was just a defense mechanism but then she saw him. "No," she said thoughtfully. "Everything is going to be fine."

He was just lounging against the wall. Alone. And it dawned on her. There was one way she could play this. One way she could hook him into it. She could of course tell him the truth... but that wasn't how they played. She couldn't tell him that she missed him so desperately sometimes that all she could feel was this pain twisting in her chest.

She needed him. She needed him to touch her again. And watching him inhale his joint unfortunately made her come to this realization. It was the dark things that she could never admit to anyone that attracted her to him. It was the way he smelled distinctly scotch late at night and the way his eyes darkened when they zeroed in on her... the way they were doing right now.

Blair realized too late that she was staring at him. He had that smug expression on his face that she always was itching to slap off... even if she found it vaguely attractive. He was looking at her in that way that made her aware that there was only one thing she could do now.

"Didn't I see you about five minutes ago?" he teased. "Miss me already?"

"Hardly," Blair rolled her eyes.

"Really?" he asked. "Because the way you were staring at me from across the yard could have fooled me."

"Don't flatter yourself," Blair said tightly.

He dropped his joint to the ground and ground it beneath his foot. He looked up at her with those eyes that he knew did things to her insides.

"Don't worry about it, Waldorf," he smirked, leaning her against the wall. "It was only a matter of time before you came crawling back."

"From where I'm standing," she said pointedly, "it doesn't seem to me like I'm the one who's doing the pursuing."

"Looks can be deceiving."

"Getting high before class?" Blair asked, ignoring his passes. "I'm sure that will definitely raise your grade point average."

"I'm not really worried about that," Chuck told her.

"Oh right," Blair said. "When Bart can buy you into any school."

"I'm going to inherit Bass Industries anyway, so..." He looked at her curiously. "And I'm positive you're not here talking to me about my future."

Blair smirked knowingly.

"I want to talk."

"I prefer to talk after," he responded seductively.

"Bass," she said sharply, ignoring his annoyingly alluring gaze.

"I'm listening," he rolled his eyes. She used to be able to take an innuendo. He was going to have to fix that later.

"Not now."

"Why?" he asked. "More disciplinary hearings to attend?"

"Just meet me at my house tonight," Blair said dryly. She turned but felt his strong hand grasp her wrist, pulling her back.

"It would be my pleasure."

And she knew exactly what was going through his mind when he said pleasure.

"Okay..." she replied. He wasn't letting go.

"But what's in it for me?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" Blair asked, her eyes narrowed.

"Why should I show up if I don't know what its for?"

Ugh. Bastard. She knew exactly where he was going with this.

"Unless..." he said suggestively.

"No, Chuck," she said coolly. His grip became tighter and he pulled her suddenly into his body. And the world fell away. She should care that a few passersby were looking at the close proximities their bodies were but she really didn't.

"Unless," he said again. "You would want to give me a... taste of what to expect."

"And why would I do that?" she asked. "What would ensure you to show up if I give up everything right now?"

"You're not giving up everything," he said suggestively.

She knew she wasn't going to win this one. It was obvious they both needed each other but neither were willing to relent. It had to be played in a game. And this was the only way to reel the Bass in.

Blair leaned in swiftly, catching Chuck by surprise. His hand want to the small of her back as though it had a mind of its own, remembering the familiar path. She felt a thrill of familiarity as their lips made the familiar trek across one anothers.

And then it was done.

"I'll see you at nine," Blair said sweetly and turned on her heel, away from his touch, leaving him in the dust.

"I can't wait," he said smugly after her.

Mechanical Problems

Maybe you're not up for it. Memory serves, you've had some mechanical problems.

I'll just imagine she's you.

"Are you sure you want to stay over?" Serena asked. "I mean, what happened at your party with Marcus..."

"Well Marcus isn't here anymore," Blair sighed. "Gladly. Now I can focus my energies on something that's actually worth it."

"Like Chuck?" Serena asked.

"What?" Blair asked hastily. "What are you talking about?"

"Everyone saw you walk out of your room with him," Serena told her. "Even Nate knew what you two were doing."

"Hilarious," Blair rolled her eyes.

"I'm really surprised," Serena continued. "I never would have thought you would have caved to him when he was just using you."

Beat.

"What?" Blair asked softly.

"Oh, B," Serena said regretfully. "I thought you knew..."

"Tell me," Blair said darkly.

"You know that he's had... problems."

"Problems?" Blair echoed.

"He's been bringing different girls in all hours of the night all week."

"How is that any different than usual?" Blair asked, quietly reigning in her jealousy simultaneously.

"Its different because they always leave... unsatisfied."

"Unsatisfied?"
"Because he can't..." Serena said pointedly, restraining from using any gesture that would further Blair's understanding.

"Oh my god," Blair said in surprise. Then it dawned on her. "Oh my god."

Blair jumped to her feet and slammed the door of Serena's room open.

"Blair, don't," Serena said, trying to hold her back from barging right into Chuck's room.

"That bastard," Blair snapped, wrenching out of Serena's grasp. "I cannot believe this."

"Stop, Blair."

"He thinks he can use me so he continue whoring himself out?" Blair asked angrily, storming through the house. "He's got another thing coming."

Serena knew that she couldn't stop Blair at this point in the game. Blair was a tornado of anger, aggression, and sexual frustration. Chuck was dead. Blair threw Chuck's door open to see him on top of some faceless blond. Good thing they were both mostly clothed.

"What the hell?" Chuck asked in the dark, shielding his eyes form the sharp light that penetrated the room. His eyes centered on the familiar silhouette that shadowed in the door. He quickly pushed himself off the girl he had picked up for the evening.

"What the hell is your problem?" Blair demanded.

"My problem?" Chuck asked. He couldn't believe she was actually doing this to him. Torturing him. He leaped from the bed and approached her.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked darkly.

"Me?" Blair snapped. "You thought that I wouldn't find out? That you were trying to use me so you could continue your convoluted exploits?"

"Stop," he replied. He took her by the arm and dragged her out of the room, trapping her against the opposite wall.

"I assume that you've spoken to Serena," Chuck said quietly.

"Let go of me."

"No."

"How dare you?" Blair demanded. "I should have realized that you would use me just to clear the pipes."

"You're blaming this on me?" he asked. "You're the one who ran off to her charming lord after everything."

"Don't act innocent," Blair said. "You wanted to have sex with me just to leave me in the dust."

"Does it matter? Its not like you caved to your primal desires in the dark of the night. You didn't want me anyway."

"Then why the hell did I let you come on to me?" she asked.

"What?" he asked, smirking slowly.

"Nothing," she said quickly.

"Blair," he said curiously.

"Just because I booted my boyfriend back to Europe doesn't mean you can come onto me," Blair shouted, struggling against him. Chuck just looked at her with amusement.

"Is that so?" Chuck asked. "What was your plan, then? Barge in my room while I was with some broad and yell at me?"

"Yes."

"And after that?"

"After that?" Blair asked.

"What did you want to happen then?" he breathed.

"Nothing."

"Really?" Chuck asked. "And why is it that I don't believe you?"

"You're completely delusional?" Blair asked.

"Then what are you doing?"

Blair froze as she realized how their bodies were melding together. And he wasn't exactly making a secret of how aroused he was. She should have known this would happen. It was the truth that she hadn't thought past yelling at him. It was strange how much pleasure she got from getting angry with him. Maybe because she was soon realizing it was just foreplay for them. And how he loved it when she got angry with him.

"You're disgusting," she told him.

"I've heard that one before," he reminded her. "And no matter how many times you seem to say it, your body tells me otherwise."

She put her hands to his half clothed chest and shoved him away.

"See you around, Waldorf," he called after her.

"Not likely," she snapped as she rounded the corner. Chuck exhaled and returned to his room where the girl was still waiting. Just being close enough to smell Blair's sweet skin was enough to get him excited. He was trying his luck with this girl for at least an hour to no avail.

He knew his problem. It was the same problem Serena had already alluded him to. But now he knew how he could get laid. He couldn't get enough of Blair but he wasn't becoming celibate. He needed to get something until she was ready to get over her little aversion to him. And he was sure that would be over soon. It better.

He closed the door and it was suddenly better. He didn't see the platinum blond hair or hear the annoyingly shrill voice. She was just another body. A body he could pretend that was the one for him.

"What was that about?"

Chuck leaned back to the bed.

"Shut up," he said roughly. And she did. But he had to admit, Blair purred his own name in his ear a lot better than just some slut.

Dress

B, you look gorgeous. Where did you get that dress?

Oh, this? Just... Chuck.

When did Chuck give you a dress?

When we were going to Europe.

Chuck walked out of Henri Bendel's with Nate. He had to say, he was relieved to have his best friend back. Those months were the loneliest he had ever felt. And it was his fault. He was aware of this. Even if he had betrayed Nate, he still wouldn't have been completely lonely. If he hadn't snubbed her than he wouldn't have been alone. And that had been comforting. The entire time they were together, that's what he told himself. She made him feel something in the void of his black and shriveled heart. She made it swell and beat for her... Among other appendeges.

He ruined everything. He always had to sabotage himself. Especially when he didn't want to be the last resort. So he hurt the one person that meant the most to him, simultaneously shattering his one genuine friendship in the process.

Now it seemed like everything had worked itself out. And he was really pretending that it wasn't awkward that they were exiting the store for a girl that used to belong to Nathaniel but would now forever and always belong to Chuck.

"Well that was the longest two hours of my life," Nate commented as they entered Chuck's penthouse that he now shared with his expanded family.

"One must make sacrifices, Nathaniel," Chuck said, collapsing on his bed. "You didn't have to come."

"I wanted to."

Chuck wondered if this conversation could get any more awkward.

"We don't have to talk about her," Chuck said finally. They were going to have to address this sooner or later.

"We can," Nate said. "You know I don't mind. That you two are together now."

"Good," Chuck replied. "Because I can't let her go. I'm taking her to Tuscany."

That didn't flow as well as he had hoped.

"Wow," Nate said in surprise. "That's..."

"If I hear the word 'romantic' again, I'm not really sure if either of us will survive it," Chuck said warningly. Nate laughed.

"Right. You don't exactly do that, do you? Except..." Nate looked to the bed.

"Well the last amount I spent on her was 35,000 dollars so..."

"What did you get her?" Nate asked in shock.

"A necklace," Chuck said.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted her," Chuck replied simply. "And she deserved it. The same rules apply for now. She's more prone to accepting if I get her something pretty."

"That I can imagine," Nate said. "I'm glad you're happy, man."

"It is a strange experience," Chuck replied. "But I'm getting used to it."

"Yeah, I'm sure the sex is helping with that."

"Actually..." Chuck said distantly.

"No," Nate said. "I mean, since the wedding, you've..."

"Not with anyone," Chuck replied. "I guess I'm being..."

"Romantic," Nate said.

"Blair's words, not mine," Chuck said. "I don't want to mess it up this time. Like I'm so apt to do."

"So you're giving her a present instead," Nate replied.

"A present?" came a voice from the doorway. Chuck turned swiftly to see her leaning in the door jamb.

"I got your text."

"I guess I'll get lost, then," Nate replied. Blair sidestepped the door, allowing Nate to escape quickly.

"You got me a present?" she asked fondly. He picked up the garment from the bed and held it out for her.

"I promise you'll like it," he said as she zipped it open. "I've always been partial to red."

"And its always about what you want, isn't it?" Blair teased. She pulled it out and stared at it. "Its..."

"Try it on," Chuck said before he could hear her thanks. Blair narrowed her eyes at him. She didn't like being commanded to do things but Chuck made it look good on him.

"Fine," she said lightly and went to the bathroom. Chuck couldn't help but notice how she barely shut the door. He was sure she did this on purpose. Minx.

He knew he was all about taking things slow at the moment, but when Blair Waldorf is getting dressed with a partially open door, what can a man do but look?

He had to say, he really liked her in lingerie. He quickly backed from the door as she emerged.

"So?" she asked. "What do you think?"

"Ravishing."

What happened next, he was not prepared for. Blair was walking cautiously towards him and he knew he was in trouble. It was that sultry and seductive walk that he was sure he was the only one who ever had such privileged information. She made quick with the zipper and the dress was suddenly at her feet.

"How about now?"

His throat constricted. He knew what she was doing and it just wasn't fair. She was using his weaknesses against him. Then again, if she was holding sex out on him, he would have done the same thing. It wasn't really his fault, anyway. He was just trying to be better for her or whatever and she was making it extremely difficult.

"Even better," he said with soft appreciation. He was a man anyway. And no mortal man could ever resist the ethereal beauty that was Blair Waldorf.

"You sure?" she asked. He bit back a smirk. She was so close her body heat radiating off of her was entirely to difficult to ignore. "Because recently... you haven't seemed to enjoy it as much."

"I am quickly changing my mind," he said roughly. He realized he was using that voice he couldn't help but use when he was about to take her. He hated how she was so powerful against him. No woman could ever hold control over him. Except one.

"How quickly?" she breathed onto his lips.

"Instantaneous."

Then he had roughly grabbed her by the hips and their tongues were doing that erotic and piquant dance that Chuck wished he could drown in.

Nate wished he hadn't forgotten his phone in the room.

He cursed himself as he saw his best friend and his ex together in that room he never should have returned to. He should have known that Chuck powerfully saying he would not pressure her with sex was just a phase. He was Chuck Bass after all. And she... she was something. He supposed he wouldn't have refused her either if she was scantily clad in that violent red lingerie laced with black either.

Except he did. He remembered. He told her that he cheated on her instead. But he didn't think of her that way anymore, anyway. Because maybe, she never really belonged to him at all.

Chuck was slowly easing her onto the bed, not noticing how his door had opened and his weakness was being watched by the one person who he would always feel threatened by. Nate closed the door, deciding that he could just get his phone another time. He couldn't bear to watch the two of them who were so obviously succumbing to the all encompassing love that they never thought what catch a hold of them.