2.

The undisclosed after party

Chuck didn't miss her specifically.

Once back to focus and cold-minded, the only positive words he had left for Blair all stemmed from one specific, monothematic semantic field. They all ranged between erotic, immoral, pleasurable, at times obscene.

Well, it was obvious. From the start it had been the truest, most life-changing discovery in both their lives - the sweetest madness, plain addiction.

Teenagers at their hormonal prime, they had gotten together once, twice, ten times, a hundred times. The backseat of his limo parked behind the school quickly evolved into his bed, her bed was then added to his bed, until their separate beds turned into one, their daily home and sex hub at the Empire. They were set for the long run, one tiny step away from redecorating the kitchen and perhaps adopting a puppy. Then his Empire and his troubled ego triggered the arson that turned their happy future into ashes, burning it all to the ground until he was left with nothing but a hotel, beautiful, painful memories and a bullet hole in his ribcage. Two shattered people and one searing wound that was still smoking.

The best part is that by the time he realized he was ready to marry the only love he will ever know, it was all over.

The rise, the peak, the boom, and the death.

The certainty and fairness that what they had was really over had at last turned into a relief, and moving on was the only way to move at all. Moving on from her, who dug her way into his days, into his car, into his pants and then in and out of his mind like a ravager. His heart, he simply had not to think about.

Much like he now was fleeing, hiding from one big, intrusive, awareness - and here comes the worst part: the ever bright, tragic truth of how devastatingly mindblowing sex with her still was. If anything, their newborn mutual, corrosive hostility only made it more explosive.

She unquestionably still had that inexplicable effect on him; Blair always hit him like an earthquake and he always crumbled like sand, every single time without fault. So it didn't exactly come as a shock that one long, restless night together already made him forget what Eva looked like, what her voice sounded like, and more alarmingly, what she tasted like. Even when he had been so sure she would be the woman for him just until a week ago. Blair and her many entracing, wonderous spells that now reluctantly had him agree mentally, silently, that there was one thing he was missing about her. Hopefully that would stay the only one.

'To the Empire, Arthur. I need coffee and a long shower.'

He sputtered half-voiced, with his eyes shutting on his whirlwinding thoughts and on the morning light still filtering in. He couldn't help but turn his nose up at his own smell that was nowhere near his usual Dior. Sweat and confusion, two things he usually didn't like much.

His boxers felt rumpled and dirty, with his cock still aching in them, and his breath held more Blair than oxygen particles. Sat back and open legged on the leather that saw it all, he couldn't stop a nervous huff from escaping him; the bittersweet irony of that one glitch once again breaking into the Bass system, that one deep, devastating crease in his smooth life's plan. Chuck wanted her just as little as Blair wanted him, but somehow they still fused in a perfect, primal reaction as if the world could've stopped without it, as if the whole universe was waiting for it. History repeating.

But last night just had to be one of those once in a lifetime, sex-with-the-ex, never happening again type experiences, their special kind of keepsake. Whatever he still was feeling for her had now already, completely, dropped down from his chest to settle permanently into his pants.

'Please take the limo for a wash before noon, and indulge in the scented spray. Ocean breeze or that one that smelled like tibetan incense.'

When his tired legs somewhat dragged him back up to his suite, his hand instantly urged to reach for the welcoming scotch awaiting on his bar instead of his coffee machine, all while his insides twisted and coiled like a vexed beast. It begged him to do nothing besides shut his brain, sleep, and forget.

It was a true kind of tragedy, really.

Chuck then crossed his poor reflection in the mirror once in the quiet of his room, and simply sighed as he undressed. He rapidly got out of the clothes that had matched her in colour and now in scent too. They were rumpled, stale, they stank of everything he was trying to leave behind: her room, her perfume, her hair, her…

He let out a frustrated grunt as he kicked his shoes off the same way he would have gladly kicked himself in the head.

Blair indeed found her way back to, and on, him in the worst, best imaginable way. It was an illness, that's what it was, that's what she was. One that required its own special therapy. Complete detox or sheer, nauseating excess were what worked best for sex addicts in his mind, and self privations never quite appealed to him.

That's how Chuck started to work through an enticing, self-improvingidea and see the vision when he stepped into his bathroom. That particularly inviting vision got even clearer as the sight of his pristine shower glass immediately brought him back to a scene from his hotel's christening day. Specifically when Blair decided to check the water pressure together and inaugurate his first big boy purchase by taking him in her mouth after one quick sip of Dom. She was always inspired, generous, and skilled; his boon and his torment. Yes, that was exactly what he missed about Blair.

Sigh after sigh, he let the hot water hit him with scorching heat as if it could wipe all her traces off him and purify, sterilize his skin. In the stupid hope that such temperature would numb what he felt crawling up his skin ever since he visualized a naked, excited Blair in his bathroom again. The flashes that on their own started playing in his mind made that cleansing absolutely pointless.

An exasperated noise left him as his fingers raking through his wet hair now made him imagine hers doing the same, maybe just a little rougher. His other hand rubbing on his stomach also reminded him of when she'd take the initiative on washing him herself, so that she could continue lower for him and soap him some more. When his fingers skated down to clean that area, Chuck was once again met with his own pressing, growing frustration.

All he could do was to snort and look up, with his bright gaze searching for some sort of comforting invisible presence to pat his shoulder through the hot vapors. He did of course cause this himself, imagining Blair doing anything never quite left him unperturbed, but he just felt too grown and too proud to be taking that embarrassing matter into his own hands. Besides, if he was feeling that way chances were Blair was just the same, if not even worse. One-nighters had never been enough to make up for their lost time, both as a couple and not. If this was going to be their last run then they surely and at least needed one-to-three business days to seal their goodbye.

When he finally stepped out of his shower, Chuck realized he was back into a reality that now fed on so much erotic energy he almost dreaded it. The room was balmy and perfumy, the steamy haze pleasantly tingling all over his dripping skin. Picturing her body glued to him in the same condition now happened to be just about the most natural occurrence.

Next he spotted his Blackberry, the ever game changer, sitting by the sink and waiting to send out his usual text to the beautician that would take care of his beauty routine. Today though, his first thought wasn't whose hands and smiles he wanted to pay for. His very first thought ranged from different ways a certain brunette would have surely liked to extinguish her frustration with him and how he could have gladly obliged for the both of them.

So he started drying himself up for a change, and when he made out his very manly reflection and his ridiculous face, he decided to ignore mirrors at all costs until the end of this cathartic journey to liberation. Chuck was nearly ashamed at how obsessed he was growing, now bare ass with a turmoil in his mind that kept manifesting in inconvenient thoughts and consequential erections. Only sex with Blair had ever managed to make him feel so powerless, and he hated how desperately he needed it.

With his towels thrown away on the floor, he rubbed his jaw while his other hand grabbed his phone and bitterly searched for the letter B through his contacts. Once done with the titanic task of actually texting her and exposing himself, then Chuck felt a little more resolute, calm by the time he headed outside again. He was fully suited, covered in expensive perfumes and ushered by the remnants of his last Thin Feels pack stashed in his briefcase.

'What if someone sees?' she slapped his hand. How dare he come at her in broad daylight? They were meddling with dangerous things that now strictly belonged indoors; despite herself Blair found that privacy existed for a reason, especially when it involved two hateful former lovers.

'You don't like that anymore?' His innocent tone under those naif words almost had her burst out in a laugh.

'No, you idiot. I mean, what if someone we know sees?' she snapped, and she couldn't tell if her vexation stemmed from the fact they were still talking instead of doing. Or because she knew they were better off halting the doing part completely. Her gaze was scanning the toned, hot body in front of her with a clear hunger nonetheless.

Chuck cleared that out for her with a quick piercing stare that met hers and a breath that spoke volumes. He ignored her nonsensical words; he was already focused on finding a spot to dissacrate somewhere behind her, and the avenue looked just the right amount of shaded and busy.

'What- What am I saying, there will be nothing to see. This ends here.' Blair stuttered.

She realized how silly she must have sounded while still speaking. If she had a dime every time that problem-solving sentence had escaped her lying mouth in the past days she'd be twice as rich. Because "this" should have already ended in her bed, on the soft, velvety chair in her walk-in, in her bathtub, on her kitchen counter or after a couple of truce martinis at Chuck's.

'What about over there?'

Just like that he put an end to her charade and wiped the last remnants of both their prides. She glanced behind her shoulders to see what he saw. Her eyes instantly found a little - and not completely hidden, entryway under the street surface, and Blair thought she had never seen a more irresistible sight.

Serena just couldn't understand. Nobody could really grasp what it meant to have hate-sex with Chuck Bass, or make-up-for-the-lost-time, meaningless sex, or whataver they had been having just several times over the weekend. Only a few, in a way that Blair lost count of how many exactly.

However, not sated enough, Monday morning saw them back at it in full force, at 8am sharp down the vestibule of a brownstone townhouse right before International Market Strategy 101.

At 8:45am Serena had at last uncovered the mystery behind her best friend's unreachability of the past 48 hours. When she caught a glimpse of Blair's backwards skirt flapping happily through the university halls, unsurprisingly, her words of admonishment only boosted her friend's enthusiasm instead of creating a warning, alerting effect.

Blair wasn't fleeing the wolf, she was rushing to him and dragging him into his dark lair with her.

'Blair, what are you doing? You've come so far, don't fall off the wagon now.' the blonde cautioned her. Pretty much indistinct sounds to Blair's ears.

'I haven't! It's just your ordinary, run-of-the-mill ex sex, fueled by the most common of aphrodisiacs: mutual loathing and disdain.' Blair clarified with a wide smile.

'May I remind you that both of those are feelings? And having any feelings for Chuck is where the problems always start.' Serena reiterated.

'There are about as many feelings between me and Chuck as there are thoughts in Levi Johnston's head! We're nothing more than enemies, with benefits!'

Blair swore by that; it truly only felt like that extreme, die hard habit, the greatest vice that one can't really let go because it's fun and easy. Plus, it made both of them feel extremely good so, why not indulge? What are top tier athletes supposed to do when they have to give up on their strenuous training all of a sudden and their metabolism is still running wild? It's also no rocket science that hunger drives people insane, and that's how she was feeling; half hallucinating, half suffering withdrawals. All oxytocin and no feelings outside whatever permanently lingered in her racy underwear.

By the time Blair hid from Serena's reprimanding looks, her hands were itching to text him once more and propose to meet up somewhere again - soon and exactly ten seconds after telling her friend that she'd use her phone to strictly put an end to their dalliance.

As it would usually be the case, the thrill of almost getting caught was addicting; even more so if by the same unaware students and professors that were now passing by her. It was still there, electric, vibrating through her every nerve, and flashes of those instants and sensations were still raw and clear on her mind and in her body.

Chuck had always been great at good mornings, and this one still had a lot of potential.

'Okay, hurry'

The words came out so easily and even before she could rationalize them. She then found herself arm in arm with Chuck, nearly running down those dangerously short stairs down the first story, and just as easily Chuck had by now designed in his mind what to do and how.

The slight stumble of her right heel on the last step didn't impede them from a smooth landing in the most functional position: with Blair's gray tailleur grazing the brownstone and her fine black stockings wrapped around exactly where Chuck needed her.

Being both so habituated to the drill, the recent copious amount of sexual activity seemed to leave their bodies always eager and ready, hence why their initial kissing could hardly be described as such.

There was no set-up, no "gradually getting there" - they started without even being fully aware of it, as it usually happened whenever their bodies crossed that very thin line of safe distance. It was a mess that had no beginning and no end and it was mere testimony that they urged for all of it in that littlest window they had available. Thankfully, working each other up in no time had never been an issue.

Blair's wool skirt quickly got snagged in between the two uneven tiles her back was rubbing against, with Chuck's fingers entangling into the strands as he kept touching all over.

'Let's not ruin that'

In a flash Chuck spun her completely, with her hands landing flat to the stone wall, and her ass bouncing back at the perfect height, rubbing him in a way that made his pants suddenly become much tighter.

'How gallant of you!' Blair breathed out, her voice still jumpy from the surprise and the thrill of the sudden shift into one of her favorite angles. She still willingly dived a heel into the fine leather of his shoe, while her back pushed further onto his swelling groin.

'What, did I misinterpret? Also, I thought you knew that if you want it rougher all you have to do is ask' he sneered, leaning on her so that he could speak directly into her ear. His famished breath was a devilish lure and it had her face snap back and catch his lecherous lips in a kiss. And a bite.

'Just move it Bass' she grunted, with her twitchy fingers tugging the suit behind her.

'I wouldn't want to put my academic career at risk because of you and your ability to make me waste my time.'

Her voice grew shakier, her excitement slightly masking the broad smile he knew was splashing on her face. Blair surely kept herself turned to the wall in front of her as her hand fumbled to quickly pull down her thick tights without tearing them apart like it often happened, determined to make this outfit last the day or at least the morning.

While she busied herself to free her lower body from her excessively elaborate skirt, Chuck dropped his briefcase with a thud and rapidly kneeled down to unfasten it and collect a condom. He straightened up and first pulled his jacket open, then his belt, zip, and underwear followed in meticulous, but still quick order.

In the meantime her stockings had been rolled down just below her knees, perfectly enough for Blair to spread her legs without risking ruptures. At once then she flexed her back to the side to reach for the hem of her skirt, tugging it up and switching it over completely to make sure the pretty flaps wouldn't get in the way of the mess she knew was about to happen behind her. Chuck smirked at those routinary, almost familiar preparatory gestures he recognized: they bore the Waldorf name to the tee; they also always told a little about what she was expecting from him and he loved to see that their moods never failed to align.

She was a fascinating, inscrutable mystery and the exact opposite to those few who could read through it. But what Chuck couldn't possibly see through now, partly because of the fevered situation they had just placed themselves in, was that each of Blair's instincts was yelling at her to stay turned to him so that their lips could still connect and guide them through the much less romantic tangle of their lower bodies.

Yet Blair'd damn herself before she indulged in that intimate, and now dead-and-gone couple slush again. It was all just old habits, a ghost of mere routines that always accompanied them even in the rawest moments, because their deepest bond would always be present at their core. It now felt like a scorching resignation and part of her was terrified that everything they had once been was still there, not so hidden under the comforting cover up that was casual sex. Blair exhaled deeply and shook herself out of that melancholic train of thoughts, focusing back to what she felt spreading through her body and away from that looming trap that were feelings, so close to snapping out on the surface.

Unawarely catching the same drift that seemed to linger in Blair's mind as if he could sense it, Chuck too longed for more of her as if something was missing although he had her there, alive and ready in his clutch. So he let his left hand absentmindedly caress down her hair, stroking down her back in a sinuous, enticing path before crossing over the minute hand of hers that was rolling up her jacket.

The swift contact between their fingers dragged electricity in its wake, only adding to the pulsing sexual tension that currently invaded the both of them. His rousing trail continued, a slow wave following down the deep curve of her spine that he loved so much; it led to the phenomenal dip right above the swell of her ass where he at last stopped his motion and rested his palms.

Chuck couldn't help but stroke her, with the sides of her lower back perfectly slotted in that large grip of his that could have as well been designed according to her body shape. She relished in the warmth of his hands and kept pressing back against him, giving the both of them pleasure. Blair let him rub her toned curves in wide, warm touches all while she could sense Chuck's right hand working to rubber down himself and further prevent their reckless actions to ruin their clothes and lives.

And for that moment time seemed to leave them suspended for a fleeting, intimate second before being overcome with passion. In a flash of sudden enlightenment, Blair then realized that they were still not doing what they hid out for. Her senses brought her back to the reality of the people chattering above them, the cars cruising and honking and the cool breeze that made a few leaves whirl on the curb lined with her eyes.

It left her quite fazed and slightly confused as to what he was waiting for since she could perfectly recognize the cool stickiness of the lubed latex stretched against her bare skin. This weird waiting and overthinking was too close to breaking the mood, when the only thin line separating them was supposed to be the transparent film wrapped around his heated, steel erection that was currently and illogically resting at the bottom of her spine. He was ruining the mood, and if she had her way they would be done by now.

'Chuck?' she cleared her throat, 'for god's sake, can you just?…' Blair grumbled , moving her hand in a swift, swoosh movement before setting it back in place against the brownstone.

He then understood that he made a bigger mistake than he thought in wanting to drag out the moment; it was stupid of him to expect anything other than lust to transpire.

He shook himself out of that confused state in between being Chuck, her lover and her sexual partner - the line was at risk of blurring.

All he did then was rub his thumbs under the silky band of her pale cipria colored string, letting it slap against her skin as he tugged it down and aside for him to spring into action. He couldn't tell if her huffs were a sign of annoyance or pleasure - it was one line that had always been a blur.

'Of course' was all that left his throat in a tight, sharp breath as he entered her ever so smoothly with two fingers to make sure she was as ready as she said.

Chuck found her scorching around his skin, and the answer to his doubt ended right into his palm, a thick layer of lubrication coating down the back of his fingers curled against her folds. She moaned her lips under her teeth as if she needed to make her state even clearer, and another tingly, swarming wave of pressure sprung from within as she made out the noise of his lips sucking on his fingers.

'Don't let us get caught' he warned in a tense, husky tone almost teasing her as he positioned himself, with his swollen head pulsing through the rubber and against her.

'By mistake? I never do'

Her voice then broke on a silent gasp as he buried himself into her without warning. Blair took him in fully, letting themselves settle around each other's bodies for a moment before finding their pace almost instantly. Blair made sure to meet him at the perfect angle, with his hands firmly gripped at her sides helping her movements and the back of her thighs that followed his muscles like clues. Their alchemy and the knowledge of their bodies and reactions made it almost too easy to silence their noise even when they picked up the rhythm.

The layers of fabric still partly covering their bodies were also attenuating any sounds that would have given away exactly what was happening a few steps under the curb to the people who were walking to their offices.

That very same thought seemed to cross both their minds as they looked up and took in the clueless audience to their act, and a sudden thrill ran down the line that was connecting their cores.

Blair then hid her chin, curling herself inwards to use her sleeve as a muzzle to the mewling sounds that started escaping her lips. When Chuck broke the rhythm to take her with slower, pounding strokes and meet her deeper then she had to bite on it.

By the time they caught up the pace again, both could outline the traces of an overwhelming orgasm shaping, taking profound roots where they were joint. He could tell she was close when her right hand, probably unwillingly detached itself from the stone and landed right above his, her nails digging in the tangle of their fingers like she always would to let him know that he was doing exactly what she needed. Chuck struggled to muffle his own sounds too when his pushes rapidly sped up on their own and he felt her clench intensely all over his shaft.

It only got worse when her muscles coiled tighter around him right about when a pair of bright running sneakers decelerated above them for a few seconds before the shocked, cognizant person rapidly resumed their jog again. The realization had Chuck stretch her even further, causing them both to release deep moans they had so far trapped down their throat.

He still couldn't believe to this day the intense effect public sex had on her; she was evidently in a mood, the hints being her nails scratching the stone and the frantic pushes she was gifting him with. In a matter of minutes, a line of sweat was trickling down her spine, it dribbled at the sides and ended on his fingers, her body ablaze even under the faint rays of the end of november sun.

Instinctively, Chuck let his hand rake through the long mass of curls bouncing on her back, with his fingers tangling, curling and pulling softly through the dampened hair. His slightly controlling touch excited her further, merely adding to the ecstasy of the moment and Blair revelled in it as she let her body fall back against his ever so relentlessly.

The sensation became so overwhelming that she couldn't even focus on how raw he was being, a blaze into her expanding and filling her which she met with her own; it was the most satisfactory, rapturing sensation and she was feeling him in a way that made her doubt he was wearing a condom at all.

When he inevitably felt a growing surge of pressure tingling down between his thighs along with her increasingly fast spasms on him, his movements became rougher, taking her even stronger from a lower angle. A soft cry left her lips in surprise before she shut them back under her teeth; Chuck had lifted her higher, adding sweet pressure to her ass and front as his hand ghosted to it.

Blair had almost called out for him to signal her urge to release, but his skilled thumb already met her exposed bud of nerves in answer while his name still lingered on her lips and then stifled back down with a moan as she was already so close to shattering at the mere approach of his touch.

His pressing and stroking down her folds was the last straw she could take, all of her spots triggering the final sweeping wave of pleasure she couldn't help but let her mouth crash into her arm to suppress her loud, throaty moan into the thick fabric.

At last her body tensed and Blair did something she had probably refrained herself from doing until she lost control. In reaching her climax she straightened back, flattening her body and crumbling aganst him as her arm safely hooked behind his neck. Her face turned to catch his and finally meet in a deep kiss that served as the perfect sanctuary for their orgasms to blend in one another. Both couldn't remember a time where they didnt finish together exactly in this way even in such less emotionally involving position. Waves of pleasure still had her shaking uncontrolled in his grasp as he held her steadily while he too stilled himself deep inside her to complete his ending. Blair collapsed against him then, her legs weak and her arms jittery around his body as Chuck held her up in a tight entertwine of hands, breaths and kisses, with only a long blow of air strangling out from deep in his lungs.

Recovered first, Chuck still kept her up in his embrace, feathering caresses to the faintly red marks his nails left on her back and hips as she too found her senses back. Blair then straightened her knees, her legs standing on their muscles again although still unstable on her heels.

The hand that was still on her front hovered to her lower stomach to support her as his other hand helped himself slide out of her and then find a napkin to dispose of the condom and clean themselves up - one wasn't enough and he made sure to check it didn't break in the heights of their passion. Unlocking from the tight grasp that still held them together was all sorts of awkward; it felt like putting on a mask right after staring at each other's real faces.

'Are you okay?'

Chuck intruded on a half breath in the recovering silence, wondering why Blair still hadn't spoken a word, but was only heavily breathing through her nose.

He hid the ball of napkins in his pocket to drop in a trash can, and he had to stop himself from helping her back in her clothes; despite their intimacy being reinforced through their recent encounters, he was suddenly, strangely reminded that they were not a couple.

'I'm great,' Blair muttered, still shaky as she fixed herself, 'couldn't you tell?' she teased finally, but with a tone that still let him think she had more to say.

More cryptic silence settled between them while they quickly got ready to go on with their days, with the burdensome awareness that both were still far from being over the shockwave still affecting their bodies.

'Well thanks, this was a very nice start to my Monday. l should head out first in case someone's there' she said, her voice slowly finding her usual chirpy, carefree ring back as if nothing had just happened. Blair was better at this, and at downplaying too, than he was.

'Agreed' Chuck finally exhaled.

Once back to facing one another again, each saw a specific, familiar light mixed to their own reflection in their dark, glowing eyes. They knew that it spoke of a wordless agreement that both were more than ready to plan, at this point, another rendez-vous right after finishing a very fulfilling one.

But their pride kept them quiet once more, a pride that had started to take the brighter nuance of fear. Maybe their renewed intimacy was indeed the most efficient way to resurrect the much more romantic closeness they both were still afraid of, but was there really any other options when love just couldn't be part of their equation anymore - and meaningless sex couldn't really make for a lifetime, now could it?

They had to keep it that way, it was a clear and mutual understanding that took form in the simple nods and half smiles that started to follow their hook-ups. All of it just was so necessary for them to function, so much that they started to getting used to a sort of no-talking policy to avoid unrequited blabberings.

But Chuck nearly had to force his smile this time while handing her purse; he watched her flatten her skirt and leave him in silence, barely acknowledging his waving goodbye. He only saw her lips curl in what he had learned to read as a trace of sadness.

When they then found themselves away from each other again, the thought of how to keep their dalliance casual yet regular was poking to their brains and unsettling down their underwear once again.

'Sex in the limo, we've literally come full circle'

Blair sounded drunk, and her body acted as if she truly was.

Exhausted, but somewhat still ecstatic on the highest of highs, they shook hands like great old business partners - she was smiling, beaming, and his conscience was barely there.

Chuck couldn't recall the last time Blair gave him a generous blowjob in the backseat, all he knew for sure is that he had missed it like a madmen.

Clearly, Blair did the same; she brought him to the edge of losing his mind, so much that he had started to seep onto her tongue like an amateur, just enough for her to swallow a taste of him.

She had her plan as always, and that often meant getting him rock hard and right to the brink of exploding so that she could take advantage of that very peculiar, desperate state and coil herself around him until she had enough.

Chuck knew he was done for whenever her gaze was back to his face; she would always leave him throbbing for a split second before pouncing on him without giving him time to recover from any of it.

Today she straddled him so rapidly, a motion so familiar and habitual it felt like a scene from one of their old movies; the heaven of her lips leaving place to her other one. Blair was just so eager, needy of him and he a mere match to her hunger - there was absolutely no need to overthink that.

He still revelled in the way he was thrusting into her almost as hard as she was riding him, her knees and his back inches deep into their favorite, consumed black leather. They obviously were stifling, hiding the screaming of their orgasms into each other's mouths in a matter of minutes.

Neither was fond of the pull out method but this one last time was a delicious exception since Chuck had unsurprisingly finished his stash of condoms, and stopping at foreplay had never been an option.

Besides, the ever maitresse of poor excuses, Blair was still blaming her extreme appetite on her approaching ovulation, leaving her a mess of progestorone and walking sex appeal. She still insisted Chuck was not the real cause and cure to it even while moaning out his name, and he found that adorable.

He now once more watched her as she made her way out of the limo; sweat still dribbling down her temples with her breath still heavily smelling of him, and he grinned thinking about the unaware people talking to her and watching her lips move, so clueless as to what she had just done. He had missed their secrecy so much.

They parted again in silence but this time both happily aware they hadn't seen the last of it yet. Their secret gatherings just had to continue even at the cost of ignoring the few, maybe several romantic outburts that would manifest at the heights of their lust. It all turned into a good kind of resignation; after their latest ride they stopped wondering if an end to all this could really exist, and the answer to that rhetoric had at last settled on them like an undeniable fact rather than an issue. There was no moving on or stopping this addiction. They had at last just convinced themselves that it was both a possibility and their salvation, simply because they couldn't really consider any other option even if indeed "too much" couldn't apply to sex.

All Chuck needed now were new occasions and a year's supply from Durex - at this rate he deserved a model bearing his name.

He was still cleaning up both their traces on leather and preparing to advise Arthur on another wash when his mind settled on a further idea that would satisfy both himself and his partner in crime later in the evening.

The diamond earring, possibly left on purpose, he had just picked up from the fold in the backseat and casually dropped in his briefcase looked like a great trigger.

A/N

Well here I am a month later with an update! I'll excuse myself already if the pacing or structure was confusing, I'll also admit that this particular phase in their dalliance is tricky because their hatred is slowly leaving room to something softer besides the sex, so I hope their status here, aka slight confusion and holding back on things, was easy to grasp. As usual let me know what you think and especially what else would you like to see! Thanks for reading as always :)