Chapter Six: Let me show you

Blair stepped out of the building and was immediately greeted by the sweet weather. It was nearing Cotillion, an event she'd always dreamed of, and one that she had put little thought into prior to that exact afternoon. There was something stifling in the air around her, something that was restricting her breath and her ability to think clearly. She wanted to swoon the moment she saw the smooth black limo at the edge of the curb, though she refrained from doing so. She felt the cool wind whipping at the hem of her Constance Billiard uniform skirt in rebellion, as if the universe knew just how badly she'd been craving his touch. But she ignored her impulses and smoothed down the skirt she was attempting to concentrate on. It was a simple enough pattern, a modest length, and went with her favorite Dior black pumps. If nothing else, that was enough to satisfy her. She swallowed hard as she settled into that logic.

Chuck watched her from inside the limo. The wind was his friend, giving him a small peak at her creamy thighs, and a blush rose to her cheeks as a result. He yearned for the feeling to be under that skirt, but even scarier was the feeling of wanting to assure her that she had no reason to blush. She was beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen (and he had seen a lot of her). She was absolutely perfect, from the way she rolled her prideful brown eyes to the way she genuinely smiled when he'd given her the necklace. He wanted to make her smile, he wanted to make her happy, and that was a new territory for him. Chuck Bass didn't do feelings and he certainly didn't do relationships. What was Blair Waldorf that every other girl wasn't? Equal.

She knew he was watching her, and she believed she knew why. He was waiting for her in the limo. He didn't even need to roll down the window to try and tempt her inside, for she had prepared for his coming to her. They had barely spoken since the afternoon in the bathroom, which had been before thanksgiving, and she was interested to hear how he planned on seducing her. And she was almost as equally interested in her own reaction to such efforts. Nate had been a sweetheart for the past few weeks, of course, but she was struggling to see why she preferred him. She was quickly realizing she didn't. Much to Nate's chagrin, gossip girl had released a blast earlier in the week that detailed the peaceful break up between the two of them, and the minions had been cornering Blair every moment they could to ask if he was still going to escort her to Cotillion.

Penelope, Iz, and Hazel gathered around her as she exited the gates of the school. Their eyes were hopeful and expectant, as though Blair was going to share something new and devious for them as she did every other day. However, all she could concentrate on was the limo and the dark prince it held. She swallowed, hard.

"Ladies, I have a specific task for you that is going to require a crucial amount of discretion and effort," Blair said, her eyes never leaving the limo.

Hazel blinked, "Ok, what is it?"

Blair inhaled the cold air, "I have decided against allowing Nate to escort me to Cotillion. Now, as you know, this is not common knowledge, and if gossip girl happens to catch wind of it, I will know exactly who is worthy of the punishments I have planned already."

All three of their eyes widened, and Penelope's voice was filled with an undoubtable hope, "And you want us to…help find the perfect date?"

Blair smiled, satisfied. She knew that Serena had offered, but Serena liked Dan Humphrey. Her head was obviously in no place to make any sort of judgements about the male species at the moment, "Dorota is already sorting through the possible candidates as we speak. I've arranged for some deep tissue massages and martinis for tonight's festivities, as long as we are successful. Fair wages for fair work. Are we clear?"

They all nodded, and Iz asked, "Are we starting now?"

Blair stared at the limo, "Um, well, actually, I have a…a meeting beforehand. I will meet you ladies at my place in about an hour." An hour was a safe estimate, right?

Chuck watched her dismiss the wannabes and head intently towards the limo. He braced himself for the amount of courage and self-control he was going to have to exhibit if all was to go according to plan. However, with Blair's cherry red lips and perfect curves, there were few things he wanted more than to devour her. He bit his lower lip as she opened the door and slid into the seat next to him.

She smelled wonderful, like vanilla and strawberries. Her hair was pulled back from her face by a beautiful silk headband, a few rogue curls knocked loose from the restraints by the wind outside. There was something wanton in her eyes that he had to search for, and once he found it, he felt his stomach tighten. Fuck she was beautiful.

But there was a deeper game here that he was attempting to play. He tried to convince himself that waiting to have her would increase the pleasure, and that it was worth not giving in if it meant achieving a much larger goal. He wanted her the way she had claimed to want Nate all those years, but he knew his affections were legitimate even if that terrified him. Blair just hadn't been exposed to that kind of passion yet, but she would be soon if he played his cards right.

Blair was wondering if her desires were obvious. He managed to ignite a fire inside of her that she loved to hate. She didn't want to want him, at all. He wasn't Nate. He wasn't a gentleman; he was dark and devilish, drinking her in with his eyes before saying anything. She gulped slightly, wondering if she would even be able to control herself in that limo.

"What do you want, Bass?" she asked, pretending not to know his intentions.

In fact, she didn't. He smirked slightly, and his hand came to rest on her knee, "I have a proposition for you."

She tried to ignore the heat of his touch and simply glanced up at his mouth as she spoke, "What kind of proposition?"

"Well, in light of recent events, I see you are in need of an escort to Cotillion," he said simply. He watched her face twist slightly in confusion.

"And you think I want you to escort me?" she asked, practically snorting.

He breathed evenly, "I think you want me to do a lot of things, Waldorf, but I'm not sure this thing has crossed your mind just yet."

"I'm listening," she said, the heat rising to her cheeks.

"There is an incredible amount of pressure on you to find the perfect escort in the wake of your break up with Nathaniel. Everyone is expecting you to take the easy way out and just go with him. Of course, they don't know the Blair that I do, they don't know how strong and independent you truly are. Show them."

She listened carefully to the way his voice drew out her name slightly, finding it hard to pay attention to much else. But she managed, "Already ahead of you on that, actually, the minions are scouting out the perfect escort as we speak."

Chuck inhaled sharply, slightly thrown off by her progressive attitude towards Nate. He hadn't expected her to be that far in her acceptance of their break up, but there she was, "What if I were to tell you that Nate, too, has already found the perfect young woman to escort."

"Wait, he's…he's still going?" Blair asked, unexpectedly concerned by this.

"Oh, yes, he's still going. With Serena, in fact," Chuck stated, using her pain to draw her out into the open where he could plant the seed of revenge, "And wouldn't it be the perfect scheme to watch his face just twist with jealousy if I were to be your escort? All while also showing the world that you are the queen and you are not broken."

Blair found herself torn. She wasn't sure how to take the fact that after everything, Serena hadn't told her she was going with Nate. In fact, she'd been the one who sat with her and agreed that it was a good idea for Blair to go with someone else. And there, in the limo, Blair felt that boiling over her system. She wanted to upstage Serena. It would hurt Nate to see her with Chuck. It would shock everyone else. Was she bold enough for that? Truly?

"And what is in it for you?"

He paused, finding his vulnerability, "I want you to see what I can make you feel. Of course, I'm perfectly fine with helping you complete a successful mind game with our best friends. But afterwards, I want the night. I want you to surrender to pleasure and let me show you just how great it can be."

His lips were growing closer to hers with every passing word, and Blair found herself growing lightheaded. Those perfect, perfect lips were seeking out her own. This was what she had been hoping would happen, though she would never admit to it. He was just so damn attractive to her, literally out of nowhere. She never stopped thinking about him.

He knew what she wanted, and he was happy to oblige. He leaned into her, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. There were so many things about her that made him want to forget the deal and just show her pleasure in the limo. Her lips were soft, her skin was soft, her hair was soft, but she…was strong and passionate and everything he could ever hope for. He teased her lips with his tongue before sucking and biting at her bottom lip. She shuddered slightly, sliding a hand into his lap and feeling him, already hard for her. She grinned against his lips and continued to torture him.

Chuck lost his breath as she did so. She was so perfect, and though she'd only had sex twice, she was a natural. She did everything flawlessly, and he wanted to just bend her over and take her at the thought of her natural talents. But he wanted to wait to show her.

He allowed the kiss to deepen, their tongues sparring, their hands exploring, and their bodies beginning to grind against one another as they had the very first time he'd seduced her in the limo. Everything felt so right that it was nearly impossible for him to halt it. Nearly.

He pulled back from the kiss and straightened his uniform tie, "I suppose you should tell your minions that their efforts are unnecessary now, Waldorf."

Blair looked stunned and a little disappointed, "But-"

"I told you. After Cotillion. Until then, I want you to just picture all of the things we could be, all the of things we could do if you would just let us happen," Chuck said, a smirk dancing across his lips.

Blair swallowed, realizing just how serious he was. Well fuck.