Author's Note: Here's chapter ten! Sorry it took a few days to get out! I've been really busy helping with the costumes for my school play. Well, anyway, enjoy, read and review please! :)

Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl, Chuck and Blair would've already said they loved each other.

As Chuck Bass entered Blair's room, he felt his breathe catch in his throat.

She sat on her satin sheets, surrounded with candles that softly lit her delicate features, staring up at him. Him. He felt his stomach start to do flips as he eyed. Her red shoes accented her small feet which led up to her legs, clad in black lace tights. Chuck continued to scan her, a lump forming in his throat as he eyes her bra. He allowed himself to fully skim over her appearance once more.

She looked absolutely stunning. After all, he had always loved seeing her in red.

"Miss Blair! Mr. Chuck for you!" Dorota announced from downstairs as Blair sat in her bedroom clad in her bathrobe, reading a novel Chuck had recommended to her.

She still hadn't gotten over that. Who knew Chuck read? She snorted to herself at the mental image of him reading "Pride and Prejudice".

"Send him up!" Blair hollered.

Within seconds, Chuck appeared at her bedroom door dressed in a pink sweater with bright orange pants.

"Chuck," Blair greeted, smiling up at him.

He felted a subconscious smirk spread across his features. He loved her smile.

"Waldorf," Chuck greeted, "I see you're reading. I definitely approve your choice of relaxation attire."

And with that he proceeded to scan her sheer white robe.

"You're disgusting," Blair scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Then you are dating my why?" Chuck retaliated.

"Point proven," Blair replied.

"Wow, I must say I'm floored. Did the great Blair Waldorf just surrender?" Chuck gawked in fake shock.

"As fun as it is to bicker with you like a seventy-five year old married couple, I have better things to be doing. What do you need?" Blair questioned.

"Waldorf, I doubt you have anyone better to be doing," Chuck shot back, "And I came here to give you this. It's perfect for our Europe trip and I thought maybe you could wear it when I take you out tonight."

He placed a giant white box on her bed and watched for her reaction.

"You're taking me out tonight?" Blair asked her voice softening ever so slightly, "For what?"

"No reason," Chuck insisted.

"Charles Bartholomew Bass, tell me right now, or else you will definitely regret it," Blair threatened, "You're hiding something. You're being vague which means there's something going on."

"You'll think it's stupid," Chuck insisted, mentally kicking himself for sounding like a wounded puppy.

"Try me," Blair challenged, raising one eyebrow.

"It's our one week anniversary," Chuck admitted softly.

"Alright, that's it," Blair shot back, "Who are you and what have you done with Chuck Bass?"

"Just try the dress on, Waldorf," Chuck insisted, a smile overcoming his features as he handed her the white box containing a red dress that he had picked out for her at Bergdorf's that morning.

She was going to love it.

Chuck was shaken from his thoughts by Blair's voice.

"What took you so long?" she interrogated.

"If you thought that was long, you have no idea what you're in for," Chuck suavely replied, incredibly thankful that she could not read his thoughts. Not understand what his body was doing to him at that very moment. She had no idea how completely and hopelessly in love he was with her.

Chuck slowly began to remove his coat, his eyes on Blair the entire time as his stomach began fluttering. Drawing it out as long as possible, he sat down onto her bed as she pulled him in for a kiss.

If heaven were a place on earth, this was it. As incredibly cheesy and pathetic as it sounded, it was true. Nothing would ever gave him the same thrill that kissing Blair did. His pulse quickened, sweat beads formed on his neck, his head began to spin- the list could go on.

Chuck had slept with many women in his short life, but even the kinkiest sex he had ever had didn't equate to the thrill he got when his skin brushed Blair's.

Chuck pulled himself out of his daydream as he slowly climbed on top of Blair. When he was doing this, he sure as hell didn't need to reminisce.

They continued their heated lip lock. Chuck kissed her top lip as she pulled apart for a moment and sighed, her chest rapidly rising and falling before reconnecting her lips with his.

"Say it," Chuck insisted.

"Say what? I'll say anything," Blair gasped.

He felt his heartbeat rapidly increase as he digested her words, leaning in and quickly kissing her once again before pulling apart.

"Say those three words you wanted me to say," Chuck clarified.

He eyed her, awaiting her response. He would've given anything right then to hear her say those three words. Those words he should have told her the day he met her at age five, and should have told her every day since, but simply didn't have the courage or faith to.

Especially now.

Blair had walked over his heart too many times to count. He knew abandoning her at the helipad was wrong, as were his actions at the bar after she had that pregnancy scare, but those were perhaps the only two times that he had let her down. That he wasn't there for her.

Chuck Bass loved Blair Waldorf more than he could possibly vocalize, but that was just the problem. His inability to actually vocalize it. On some level he that if he asked her to say it, she would know he felt the same way in return.

On another hand, he needed to know that her feeling were real. So many times she had just gone running back to her white night, whether it be Marcus or Nate and Chuck honestly did not think he could handle that type of rejection again.

There was nothing worse than the feeling of having the love of your life in your arms, within your reach, and then seconds later, have her go running back to a British lord.

Chuck had put himself on the line for her multiple times, and he thought it was only fair she do the same in return. That for once she reassures him that she has eyes for him and only him. That she really and truly cares about him.

He watched as Blair's expression went from that of desire to that of pure shock.

"Are you…kidding?" she scoffed.

"Not quite," Chuck seriously answered, "Eight letters. Three syllables. Say it and I'm yours."

Chuck held his breath and watched her. He would've given anything at that moment to hear those words slip from her small mouth, yet all he could hear was the icy wind hitting Blair's window.

"But I'm already yours and you're ruining the moment with all this talk," Blair whined, leaning in to kiss him again; however, he did not reciprocate.

"You can't say it," Chuck observed, "You wanted it from me again."

"Maybe I'm prepared to settle," Blair seductively whispered as she leaned in to kiss Chuck again, earning the same reaction he had before.

"Maybe I'm not," he informed her as Blair clung onto the collar of his suit.

"Chuck Bass, I-" she began, her voice tender.

Chuck felt a small inkling of hope wash up inside of him as he silently begged her to say those three words.

"Will never say those words to you," Blair finished, her tone icy.

"Then you will never have me," Chuck concluded, climbing off of her and standing up.

It would have been a complete and total lie to say that a part of Chuck did not die when she completed her sentence. Even though he knew she would never say it, he couldn't help but hoping. Maybe for once she wanted him rather than him just chasing after her, ending up alone in his room with nothing but a large bottle of scotch to keep himself company.

Blair's tone immediately switched to that of anger as she glared at him.

"Is this because of Vanessa?" she interrogated, "It was a game, Chuck! That's it."

In all honesty, Chuck did not think of Vanessa in any romantic way whatsoever. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he actually viewed her as a good and interesting person since he began considering investment in the Brooklyn Inn. She would make a good friend. Nothing more. Not that it mattered since she had gone back to hating him. Blair didn't need to know that though.

"Well, maybe I wanna raise the stakes. Be ready to play that game. I chased you long enough. Now it's time you chased me," Chuck challenged, pulling on his coat and exiting the room.

He had fought for her long and hard. Now it was her turn.

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Review and let me know what you thought! :)