Hey Upper East Siders! So, I'm aware that you all enjoy the smut just as much as I do, and though in the previous chapter Chuck decided to hold out on her, I promise the best is yet to come! Remain hopeful, I promise I've sprinkled some goodies in the next few chapters leading up to Cotillion. As always, reviews are appreciated. Xoxo, M

Chapter Seven: Every Dark Cloud Has a Silver Lining

"Are you…not going with Dan?" Nate asked as Serena examined his facial expression with an intensity that mimicked Chuck. Her messy blonde hair was pulled away from her face, framing the perfect oval shape and complementing her tan skin. It was early December and still Serena van der Woodsen managed to look like a sweet summer beauty: blonde, tan, and beautiful. Nate couldn't help but just bask in her beauty. It was warm and sweet. There was something comfortable about being around her and something comfortable about getting closer than he should whenever they were together. Though he knew, deep down, that Blair was the one he was really meant to be with, he couldn't help but look at Serena in awe.

She noticed his eyes lingering on her face a little longer than she was comfortable with. She shifted uncomfortably, twirling her spoon around in her gelato and answering, "Yeah it's just not really his thing. I know he won't mind. He might even thank me for it, who knows."

Nate doubted that. Everyone knew about his past with Serena, but even besides that, it was hard for any guy to look at Serena and not be attracted to her. It was for that reason that she was normally wild, but the more mild-mannered Serena would never betray Dan. He knew that. He respected that, even if it did put a sour taste in his mouth. He'd betrayed Blair, he highly doubted that she would be comfortable with him escorting Serena.

"Won't this hurt Blair, though? Isn't that what everyone has been telling me to avoid all these years?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice.

Serena felt a sting of regret in her stomach, but answered coolly, "She already has an escort, Nate. I'm sure she will be ok for one night without you."

"I knew there had to be somebody else. She's barely texted me since Thanksgiving, and I just…that's not like her. She was always all over me," He felt his hands grow cold, a strange sensation he'd never come across when thinking of Blair, "Who is it?"

"Chuck," Serena said, making a funny face at the idea of Chuck ever being Blair's 'someone else'. Nate looked relieved too, and she added, "Completely platonic, of course. There's no way she would move on that quickly. You know Blair."

"Yeah, thank god," Nate said, feeling a sudden lightness in his feet. Chuck would make sure nobody else could make a move with Blair while they were still broken up. Plus, he knew that he'd have the chance to talk to her more if the four of them were spending time together leading up to Cotillion. It was perfect, as though it was a divine plan distinctly created to put things back into place.

Chuck felt his entire being go numb as the scotch finally went into effect. He hated that his tolerance had grown so high in the past year, for it meant that he had to work a lot harder to get drunk. His two favorite sensations were getting drunk and being inside of Blair, and the latter was going to have to wait a little while longer. He cursed under his breath, wondering if he was going to crack at any point. The velvet underneath his fingertips felt warm and inviting, and he scoped out the interior of Victrola in search of someone or something to put him at ease.

He hadn't been with anyone else since he'd made love to Blair. Made love. The words were new to him. Never had he felt the need to call it that, because he had never loved anyone. Did he love Blair? He knew he loved the way she put up a fight whenever she was feeling attracted to him. He loved the way the bare skin of her chest felt against his own. He loved the little noises she made each time he slid in and out and in and out. He loved the way her uniform skirt hugged her petite waist, the way her chocolate curls seemed to melt in his fingers, the way her eyes seemed to light up whatever dark corner of his mind he found himself exploring in the middle of the night…woah. Maybe he did. But she sure as hell wasn't going to be made aware of that just yet. Not if she didn't feel that way too.

The music around him was hypnotic when mixed with scotch. He loved the feeling of being sucked in by Victrola, by the one decision he had made that his father actually approved of. It was comforting to know he could do something right.

The people around him howled and laughed and kissed each other without second thought. It was a wonderland of scandal and freedom. It was everything he'd hoped it would be the first time he'd seen it. There was just one thing missing that seemed to haunt him: someone to share the success with. He debated calling her. She'd enjoyed it so much the first time she'd come, right? She acted like she did. She acted like a completely different Blair, one equally as beautiful but outrageously more open to new things. He didn't prefer her one way or the other, but rather enjoyed the little surprises he was being continually exposed to whenever they found themselves in a new situation.

Yes, he debated calling her. He looked at his phone, checking to see the time, when a name popped up on the screen that caused his confusion to cease.

Message from B: What are you doing at this moment and whatever it is, can you stop doing it?

Chuck smirked as he looked down at the message.

Message from Chuck: Have something more exciting that I could be doing, Waldorf?

Back in her penthouse, Blair rolled her eyes. He was just being downright torturous, but she wasn't in any position to give into temptations.

Message from B: Why does everything that comes out of your head manage to relate back to sex?

Message from Chuck: I would rather discuss the things you make come out of my other head.

She scoffed and felt her skin grow warm.

Message from B: You're disgusting and I hate you.

He laughed at himself then, and assumed a more serious disposition.

Message from Chuck: Making my usual rounds at Victrola, but I can call Arthur around if I need to.

Message from B: Your services are required. I have a certain predicament involving Cotillion that I need taken care of immediately.

Message from Chuck: I'll be right over.

A predicament involving Cotillion. Chuck smirked. That could mean very few things in the middle of the night. He'd explained to her his desire to wait until after Cotillion to explore certain fantasies and pleasures Blair might be in need of, but he felt his resolve melting as he waited for the elevator to release him into the Waldorf Penthouse. Yes, he couldn't help himself. He knew that he would try to make an effort to put her off, but she was a human aphrodisiac to him, and he could only handle so much of her exposed skin without completely succumbing.

He was still surprised by his own constant desire for her. Once a person has tasted something delicious, they are normally satisfied with having it, and the next time they are at that restaurant, they try something new. However, he'd tasted Blair, he'd been satisfied, except to the point where he craved her over and over. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't his style, because he was quickly realizing that Blair was his style.

The doors of the elevator opened at last, and he was greeted by the smell of Blair's perfume and the sound of Dorota bustling about. They were both in the little foyer area to greet him, waiting patiently for him to absorb the situation without a word. Blair's curls hung rebelliously past her shoulders. She was wearing a purple silk robe and adorable Kate spade fuzzy slippers. She was beautiful, but she wasn't alone.

He arched a brow, surprised to see Dorota with Blair if she was expecting him to do vulgar things to her. Blair smiled, satisfied, as his face twisted in confusion.

"Perfect, now that you're here, I have a favor to ask you," Blair said sweetly, gesturing for Dorota to leave. The polish maid nodded at her, then looked over at him with an accusing expression. He found enjoyment in that, as if even Dorota was aware of the chemistry between Blair and Chuck.

Chuck took a few steps toward her, his eyes glazing over her form, "Ask and you shall receive, Waldorf."

Blair took his arm and led him up the stairs, his anticipation growing with every passing step. He watched her hips sway in a hypnotic rhythm, teasing his fingers to just reach out grab her. Oh, yes, he'd been a fool to think he could hold off on this. He licked his lips as they approached her bedroom, ready for whatever she wanted him to do to her.

Blair could sense that she had him right where she wanted him, thinking that he was going to get the best of her. But he'd left her wanting more in the limo the other day, and she couldn't have that kind of behavior continuing. She wanted to dominate, she wanted to have the upper hand, even if that meant she was going to have to suck it up and wait.

"I have some business that needs attention in an area where I know you possess talent, Bass," she said softly, purposely drawing out her words to lure him in.

Oh, he was a fan of this Blair. And he was a fan of this business she was referring to, "I'm sure I'll be happy to oblige in attending to whatever area you need."

She began to breathe deeply. She could do this. She could hold her ground and not break under the pressure of his touch. There was legitimate business to attend to, and she tried to focus on it as they entered her room. Roman Holiday was playing in the background. Chuck could remember that day that he had walked in on her and Nate, that day that seemed to change everything for him. Now he was the guy who would be ignoring Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck while in bed with her. He'd made it.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it onto a chair in her bedroom. The lights were dimmed, there were a few candles lit, and he held his breath as he turned to face the bed.

It was covered in papers and Blair's laptop. She walked over to the bed, sat down, and pulled the PC into her lap. Chuck watched her, confused, and slowly approached the bed.

"Sit down, we have a lot of work to do," she commanded, patting the area of the duvet next to her, summoning him like a puppy. He pursed his lips.

"I don't follow," he said.

Blair smiled, pleased with her deception, "I have a scheme in mind. Penelope informed me that Celina Sheridan is planning to wear a silver dress to Cotillion, but this proves to be a problem, considering my dress is also silver and mine is actually a custom, one of a kind, and made by my mother. As if I'd settle for less. That and she tried to flirt with Nate literally an hour after gossip girl posted that we were broken up. Like she would ever even amount to a rebound. Anyway, I oh so kindly asked her to reconsider, and she rejected my offer to let things pass quietly. This being said, I believe I've come up with a way to show her exactly who she's dealing with."

"And it involves me?" he asked, a smirk pulling at his lips. He loved this Blair, as well. The Blair who didn't take shit from anyone. The Blair who knew her worth. It was invigorating to be a part of her schemes, especially now that he could picture her in an entirely new light.

"Yes, it involves you," she said seriously, "I need you to distract her."

He blinked, "I'm sure I can pull a few strings."

Blair nodded, glancing up at his face with a pleading expression. She fought the urge to scoot closer to him, knowing that it could lead to certain destruction. She explained, "While you are distracting her – which Kati and Iz will be photographing, by the way – I will be sending Jenny and Hazel in to destroy the dress."

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

Blair paused, glancing over at him with a distinct thinking face, "Is the thrill of a successful scheme not enough for you? I'm disappointed."

He rolled his eyes playfully, "You know what I mean."

"I do," she confirmed, "And I'll agree to spend the night of Cotillion with you."

"You're already spending Cotillion with me."

She rolled her eyes seriously this time, "The entire night, Bass."

Chuck nodded in consideration, "So you want me to…sleep with her?"

Blair's cheeks went pink. She knew that it wouldn't be abnormal for Chuck to be sleeping with a random female, and in this way, he made the perfect distraction for Celina. However, she hadn't thought about what that would entail. She hadn't stopped to consider that the same hands that had touched her would have to touch someone else. The same lips that conquered her own would be kissing somebody else. It made her feel sick inside, and she wasn't used to such weakness in the heat of a scheme. She looked up at him with a sadness in her eyes; she knew what needed to be done, but she ignored every inch of her mind that screamed business before pleasure.

"Well, no…just make it look incriminating."

Chuck felt a smile, a real smile pass over his lips then, "I do some of my best work as what you call a 'distraction', are you really going to hinder my effectiveness? Over a little jealousy?"

He was toying with her, she knew he was, but it still didn't stop the anger and embarrassment from boiling over within her, "I – I, no. Do whatever you want. I don't care. Go ahead and sleep with her, it makes no difference to me. Just another on the list."

He chuckled. Watching her squirm in self-righteousness was almost as pleasure as what they could have been doing on that bed. He glanced down at the exposed skin of her thigh and inhaled sharply. He had come over prepared to make love to her, so he figured he had nothing to lose as he slid closer to her. She swallowed hard without looking at him.

"Now, you know that's not true," he said, letting his fingers gently brush over her bare skin. He craved her, and she could sense that, but there was a job to do and Blair couldn't risk precious time worrying about saying no to Chuck Bass. He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, "You know you don't want me doing this with anyone else, just like I don't want you doing this with anyone else. There's no use denying it, Waldorf."

She shot up from the bed and bit her lip, regaining her strength while she could. She wanted to deny it so badly. She'd just gotten out of something serious with Nate, where was this coming from with Chuck? With everything else going on it was crazy to think about. She knew his intentions in the limo the other day were completely pure. But had he given up so soon? She would not. She would not let him in when he had shut her out. Emotions aside, Blair Waldorf did not like when people held out on her and he had. He was going to pay.

Chuck watched something dawn across Blair's face then. Her eyes grew sultrier, her voice a sweet whispering tone as she said, "You're right. There's no use denying it, is there? You can see right through me. Can't you, Chuck? Right to my core. Do you remember the first time you saw the real me? The Blair that danced for you that night at Victrola?"

She began to walk toward him slowly, softly untying the belt of her robe as she did so. A knot caught in Chuck's throat, prohibiting him from responding. He simply nodded, feeling himself go hard at the sight of her. She continued until she was kneeling on the bed, almost leaning over top of him. He could smell her favorite perfume, and he drank in the scent of her. Her lips descended upon his, unleashing the pent-up tension he'd been sheltering for several weeks. He'd been with nobody but her since that night she'd danced for him, and he hadn't been with her since the night before her birthday. Almost a month he'd been waiting for her. He'd made himself wait on a few occasions, and he cursed himself for that now. He could have been having her the entire time and he just hadn't capitalized on those opportunities.

She slowly began to straddle him, her lips never breaking their heated kiss. His tongue was perfection, his hands divine, and his body was heavenly. Blair cursed herself for allowing such events to occur, knowing that she would have to break away soon. She didn't want to, but that was just the way things had to be if their game was going to continue. It would be good for building anticipation, no doubt.

Blair began to rock slightly above him, torturing herself in the process. She could feel his cock underneath her and she wanted it. She wanted it bad. All in good time, she reminded herself. All in good time.

She separated their lips, a teasing smile plastered to her pretty face, and said, "We should probably save our strength for tomorrow, Bass. We are going to need it."

Celina Sheridan wasn't unattractive by any means. She had thick thighs, a big ass, and very large breasts. Normally that sort of thing would turn him on, but all he could think about was Blair's petite frame and handful sized chest. All of this was accompanied by long, straight hair and a pretty face. Chuck knew Blair agreed, of course, or she wouldn't have worried about the other girl possibly upstaging her in the same color dress. The thought made him laugh, of course, because nobody even compared to the beauty and mystery that was Blair Waldorf. He enjoyed being a part of her scheme, even if he did have to pretend that he was interested in someone else for it to be successful.

He watched Celina walk out of her building that evening with a mulled sense of guilt. He knew he wasn't betraying Blair in anyway, but he still felt that she wouldn't like this part of the game. He knew he didn't. He watched the girl approach the limo, a smile on her freckled face. Her strawberry blonde hair fell loose of restraints, a waterfall of thick, straight hair. Her green eyes were expectant, as though she was actually excited to receive the call from Chuck Bass inviting her to the VIP section of Victrola because he wanted to 'show her something'.

Straight strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, freckles…it was all wrong. He wanted none of that. He wanted dark brown eyes that consumed him. He was doing all of this because he wanted those dark brown eyes so much. Celina Sheridan was a small price to pay in comparison to what he and Blair could be.

Celina entered the limo with an enthusiastic grin. She'd always had a thing for dark, handsome gentlemen. She'd also had a thing for golden boys. It was common knowledge that she really didn't discriminate between the two, which was honestly something that the old Chuck would have connected with. Not anymore, though. He had one type now, and Celina Sheridan was not it. She slid into the seat next to him, the very seat where he had first made love to Blair. It felt weird and he didn't like it, but he tried his best to actual casual.

He smirked at her, "You look lovely."

She flipped some of her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder and beamed, "Thank you, Chuck Bass. Not so bad yourself."

He didn't like these coy flirtations anymore. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hazel and Jenny entering the building with purposeful steps. He prayed to god that their end of the scheme was successful, for the silver dress was what this was about, after all. He refused to acknowledge Blair's bitter mention of how Celina had tried to flirt with Nate. He refused to think about the fact that maybe she was jealous and possessive, even then. He wanted to believe, above all else, that Blair was done with Nate and open to him. He swallowed. This better work.

Spotted: Chuck and Celina, sitting in a tree, doing what every girl does when invited to Victrola's VIP. Wonder what her dashing date to Cotillion will have to say about her recent exposure? My guess is that Prince Theodore's going to be exchanging goods, since the seal on this one has already been broken. Xoxo.

Blair swallowed as she read the blast. It was accompanied by a photo of Celina straddling Chuck, her bare back to the camera, her face slightly turned and baring a mortified expression. It was a success. If Blair had won, then why did she feel so defeated?

She pulled out her phone. Jenny and Hazel had confirmed over two hours ago, that the dress was destroyed beyond hope of repair. She would be the only beauty in silver at Cotillion. With Chuck. Would people judge her for going with him after tonight's debacle? Surely not, since everyone expected this sort of thing from Chuck. But what did they expect of Blair? Chuck's words rang out in her eyes. Everyone is expecting you to take the easy way out…they don't know the Blair that I do, how truly strong and independent you are. Show them.

She wanted this. She was happy with this success. She looked back down at the picture and felt the swelling sadness in her chest. What Celina Sheridan lacked in class, she made up for in curves, and Blair had put Chuck in the perfect position to find that sort of thing out for himself. What was wrong with her? Why did she care? It wasn't as though she was the only person Chuck had ever been with. In fact, that was far from the truth. She was acting like a child who didn't want anyone else to play with a toy that didn't even belong to her.

She clicked out of the picture and began typing furiously.

Message from B: Good work, Bass. The deed is done. Celebratory drinks at my place so we can discuss details?

From inside of his limo, Chuck smirked down at his phone. He knew what Blair was doing; she was getting jealous, and she wanted validation of what had happened. Granted, he would have been going insane if he knew that Blair had been shirtless on top of another guy, even if it was in the name of the game. He had been hoping Blair would contact him later that night, and she had. He had her right where he wanted her and he wasn't going to let her go anywhere. She would soon realize how great they could be, and even though Chuck knew that she was going to fight like hell to deny that, she would be well aware soon.

Message from Chuck: Already on my way.

Blair heard Dorota greet Chuck, and she heard him ascending the stairs. Her heart was hammering at the same pace that his footsteps were echoing. Her door was open, which was purposeful, and she sat there frozen on her bed as he entered her bedroom. His hair was slightly disheveled, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, and a lazy smirk was stamped on his face, as though he had no desire to hide what he had just done. Blair felt her blood boiling, but she had nobody to blame but herself. She thought she could handle it and she couldn't.

Admitting she was hurt was equivalent to admitting defeat, and that was just about the last thing Blair Waldorf would do. She straightened her posture and flashed a false smile at him.

"Your efforts are most appreciated, Bass. You're a good friend," she said, emphasizing the last word to spite him.

He was taken aback by how happy she looked. He'd expected to find her angry, jealous, and quiet. But no. The Blair he found was energetic, cheerful, and disinterested in his less than innocent appearance. She was independent. She didn't need him. For some odd reason, that made her all the more attractive. Once again, Blair Waldorf seemed unobtainable.

"I take it you saw the blast on gossip girl, then," he said, looking over her poised body and arched back with an unparalleled appreciation.

Blair smiled sweetly, unwavering in her front, "I did. Celina looked horrified."

"She was," he said, sauntering over towards Blair's bed in a devious fashion, "She, naturally, didn't see it coming."

"No one ever does," Blair said, looking back down at her phone as though she'd gotten a text. She hadn't, but she obviously couldn't let Chuck think that he could do whatever and whomever he wanted and she wouldn't also do the same. She could feel his interest peaking as he neared her, and she could smell the scotch on him. Typical Bass, drowning himself in something brown and sticky so early in the evening. She looked over at the decorative clock on her wall. It read eleven forty-two. Ok, so not that early, but still.

He watched her try to distract herself from him. He wished that he could have drowned himself in her brown eyes instead, but she had yet to give him that option as a reward for his quick work. He pursed his lips slightly as he took a seat next to her on the bed. She smelled like heaven and she looked like an angel. He felt a small smile tug at his lips.

"I didn't sleep with her, you know," he said softly. Blair blinked, obviously trying to hide her relief from him. She said nothing, though, so he continued, "I had Kati and Iz jump out and take the picture as soon as her top was off. I didn't touch her. I couldn't."

Blair's eyes glanced over at his face, dark orbs full of sadness and curiosity. Just weeks ago, if someone would have told her that she would be jealous of one of Chuck Bass's apparent conquests, she would have laughed so hard that she cried. Nate was her soulmate. Nate was the one she had always wanted. Yet there she was, sitting on her bed at midnight, wishing Chuck Bass would kiss her and let her know that he cared about her just as much as she was beginning to care about him.

Did she love him? Certainly not, right? She'd only just decided she liked him. She couldn't possibly love Chuck Bass. He wasn't the kind of guy a girl could love. He was…he was promiscuous. And arrogant. And borderline disrespectful. She sighed, because if she was honest with herself, she would know that he hadn't slept with anyone else since they'd slept together the first time. And she, too, wanted to be as arrogant as he was, because with arrogance comes self-worth if nothing else. And she liked that he treated her a little dirty from time to time, for it helped with the mood. But certainly, she could not love him.

"Why not?" she asked, figuring that she already knew the answer but wanted to hear him say it anyway. She scooted a little closer to him then, allowing herself to be comforted by the warmth that radiated off of her.

Chuck cursed under his breath, having never been so honest in his life, "I just…wanted it to be you, ok?"

"You wanted me to be the one touching her?" Blair asked sarcastically, eyes slightly rolling as she spoke.

"I mean, I'm never opposed to joining in on a girls' night," he said, smirking as he looked up at the clock, "But no, Blair. You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do," she said, biting her lip slightly.

He swallowed, trying to muster up the courage to just tell her how he felt once and for all. He couldn't, though. He was going to have this conversation the night of Cotillion. An idea dawned on him, though, and he suddenly felt himself leaning in so that their sides were touching. If he wasn't going to go ahead and tell her, then he was certainly going to begin to show her just how much she meant to him. Serena and Nate would have to understand, at some point, what was going on between them. He knew that neither he nor Blair were going to tell anyone just yet, and the thought of being a dirty little secret for a little while longer actually turned him on.

One of his hands came up to trace the sharp line of her collarbone, and she inhaled slightly as he did so. He loved watching the affect his touch had on her. He loved feeling the power that simple skin on skin contact gave him. Blair looked up at his face, desperate for him to continue. He smirked before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.

At this point, they had kissed a lot. More times than Blair liked to admit. But still, after all of the previous kisses, she felt herself catch fire. His lips were devilish in their ways. His hands were torture as they roamed her chest and hips. There were so many things that she wanted to do, so many things that she couldn't do. Not yet. She wasn't ready to concede.

He slipped his tongue between her lips and a soft groan of pleasure escaped her throat. He loved hearing her small noises, feeling her body rise up to meet his, and sensing her hints of approval each time there was something bigger at play. She wanted him, he knew she did, but he wasn't going to give her the full satisfaction yet. He would, however, give her some release.

He pulled back from the kiss and stared directly into her brown eyes. He leaned her back on the bed so that she was laying down, and he positioned himself over her, his one elbow propping him up. His free hand kneaded one of her breasts slightly, noting how it fit perfectly in his hand as though she was made just for him. Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes slightly dazed, and her lips slightly parted. His hand left her chest then, and found its way to her most secret place. She was wearing a simple dress, which was easily lifted so that he could get closer to her. Blair stopped breathing then, wanting him more desperately than she ever had.

She felt him smile secretly as his fingers brushed against the La Perla's that she had just gotten. She'd worn them in the hopes that they would be seen. Seen by Chuck. They were a simple light pink, a delicate shade that matched the color of her cheeks. She was already so wet, she felt like she would finish before they even did anything. If they were going to do anything. He rubbed his hand against her panties, careful not to cross any boundaries that she might have. She seemed impatient and wanton, as though she was surrendering completely. He smiled to himself, knowing she would never do that, but he was going to go as far as he could before either of their minds reacted in disapproval.

He pulled the La Perla's to the side, then, and rubbed his fingers against the sensitive flesh he found there. Blair let a couple breathless 'yes' noises leave her lips. His fingers were perfect. He was perfect. They were perfect.

Chuck placed a short, wet kiss on her mouth before pulling back to look at her again, "Waldorf, you didn't need to sabotage Celina Sheridan. You know that, right?"

Her brows furrowed, but her eyes were still obviously glazed from the pleasure she was experiencing. He continued to rub his thumb against her clit as she responded, "She…had…a silver dress, Chuck."

He shook his head slightly, "If you think any girl even compares to you, then you are sadly mistaken, princess," he said, slighting the last word as she began to bite her lip, "You're pretty damn perfect."

She blushed slightly, though her face had been colorful over the past few minutes anyway, "You're the only one who – who thinks so."

Chuck shrugged slightly, "First of all, I don't think so, I know so. Nate never deserved you. Anyone who doesn't appreciate fine art shouldn't be at the exhibit."

She felt her breath catch in her throat as he began to plant kisses down her neck. She swallowed hard, forcing her mind to produce ration thought in the midst of overwhelming pleasure, "What…are you saying?"

"I'm saying," he said, as he slowly began to kiss lower and lower. He positioned himself in between her legs, placing her knees comfortably over his shoulders after he removed the panties altogether, "That you are Blair Waldorf. You don't need to try to be the brightest star all the time," he kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and she shuddered, "When, to the right person, you're the entire fucking universe."

To the right person, she thought to herself. Was Chuck Bass the-

She cried out, interrupting her own thoughts as his mouth pressed itself to her center. His tongue was warm and soft and absolutely perfect. She threw her head back on the pillow, allowing herself to absorb every single movement he made. He kissed and nibbled and licked every inch of her warmth, holding nothing back. He wanted her to know what she deserved. He wanted her to feel how much she meant to him. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

He felt her hips bucking and her legs tensing up around him. He'd given head to girls plenty of times, but he had never enjoyed it as much as he did when it was Blair who he was pleasuring. He loved the way she tasted. He loved how her eyes rolled back in her head as he melodically began to slide his fingers in and out of her at the same time as his tongue stripped her of her boundaries. Her fingers made their way to his hair, and she pulled him into her even more (if that was human possible). All she wanted was Chuck Bass.

She was already nearing her climax. A flood of confidence and happiness washed over her then and practically poured out of her. Chuck relished the taste of her, and he sped up his movements as he felt her tightening around his fingers. Her body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration, and she felt her insides screaming with pleasure. She was so close.

"You…are…perfect," she said, the words tasting delicious on her tongue. Chuck let out a short, throaty laugh against her and she cried out slightly.

"Cum for me Blair," he whispered slowly, his tongue then darting back and forth relentlessly. He felt her legs begin to shake and he knew that he was doing everything right.

Blair felt her release like a tidal wave. It rolled through her, leaving her breathless as she climbed back down. She was panting, sweating, and shaking. Her body was crying in ecstasy and she fell back fully against the pillows. This was something she wanted to feel all the time. She wanted a man who was going to put her needs first and respect her when she demanded it.

As she felt herself growing tense, though, she realized that she didn't want a man who did those things. She wanted the man who did those things.