A/N: Thanks for the concern, but I should clear something up—I wasn't in the hospital for me. A friend's dad was really sick, I was there for moral support.

Anyways, now we come to the elephant in the room: Victor/Victrola. Yes, I know they actually kiss, so from now on, this fic is going to turn into a series of woulda-coulda-shoulda beens.

So, without further ado…

"As you might have guessed, Upper East Siders, prohibition never stood a chance against exhibition. It's human nature to be free, and no matter how long you try to be good, you can't keep a bad girl down."

1x07: Victor/Victrola

"You know, I have moves." Blair said, staring at the burlesque dancers on stage as they gyrated to a hip-hop song that was blasting over the speakers.

"Really? Then why don't you get up there?" asked Chuck, watching the dancers lazily.

Blair laughed. "I'm just saying…" She said. "I have moves."

"Come on," said Chuck, now directing all of his attention to Blair. "You're ten times hotter than any of those girls."

Blair glared at Chuck suspiciously. "I know what you're doing." She regarded the dancers for a moment. "You really don't think I'll go up there."

Chuck smirked, leaning back lazily. "I know you won't do it."

Blair considered it for a moment, then smirked triumphantly. "Guard my drink." She commanded, putting it on the table. Shocked beyond words, Chuck held up a hand, indicating the stage, and she smirked victoriously,

She ran up the stairs, heels clicking. The dancers moved away from center stage, fading into the background as the crowd cheered the arrival of Blair on the stage. She smiled lazily, eyes flicking over the crowd. She began to move in time with the music, hands removing her headband. She threw it into the crowd where a guy caught it, winking at her.

Continuing to move slowly in time, she began to unzip her dress slowly, basking in the attention of the crowd and Chuck in particular, whose eyes were fixed on her. She dropped her dress to the ground, leaving her in only in her slip. She stretched, arms going above her head as she continued to dance slowly.

She turned around so that she was facing the crowd, and smiled at Chuck. He had stood up while her back was to him, and was approached by a man with beads who he exchanged a few words with (which Blair couldn't hear). After the brief conversation, the man cheered, "You go, baby vamp!"

She smiled seductively, moving down into a crouch, and played with the pearls around her neck. When she got more cheers from the crowd, she straightened her body, eyes almost closed and began to toss her hair as she moved from side to side. She saw Chuck gulp almost audibly and smirked at him.

She blew kisses to the crowd and began to descend from the stage. She heard several wolf-whistles and smiled appreciatively.

She smirked at Chuck, who cocked his head, eying her respectfully.

"You were amazing up there." He enthused, looking over her hungrily. "I'll give you one thing, Waldorf," he teased. "You've got balls."

"You're just jealous because my sack is bigger than yours." She challenged.

"No one's ever complained." He said, leering at her.

"There's a first time for everything," Blair shot back, retaking her seat on the couch. He followed suit.

They watched the dancers for a while before she broke the silence. "I think it's your turn, now."

"My turn for what?" He asked distractedly, trying to mask the fact that he had been watching her, not the dancers, for the past three minutes. She turned and regarded him coolly, a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

"Do something daring and unexpected." She challenged, eyes meeting his directly.

He swallowed, mouth suddenly gone dry. "I'd go up there—" he indicated the stage "—but I think you upstaged me."

She looked at him calculatingly. "Come on, Bass. You've got to prove that you're not who everyone thinks you are."

He groaned. "Waldorf, you are going to be the death of me."

She started. "What do you mean—" She was cut off by his lips on hers.

She reciprocated eagerly, one hand going to his neck, the other to his hip. She broke the kiss, pushing him back against the couch, swinging a leg over him so that she was straddling him. He laughed, eyes twinkling. "I always knew you liked to be on top."

She glared at him playfully, before attacking his mouth with hers. He put his hand on her thigh, slowly moving it up her leg. She moaned against his mouth and her eyes widened, and she broke away, breathing heavily.

"That was…" She trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

"Intense?" He supplied, avoiding her eyes.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. "Well, Bass, I guess that was something daring and—" she paused "—unexpected."

"Very unexpected." Agreed Chuck hurriedly. "Against our better judgment."

"Yes." Continued Blair. "And we were inebriated."

"We can't be held accountable for our actions." Reasoned Chuck.

Blair shook her head. "No we can't. No, we just have to make sure it never—" She began to slide towards Chuck unconsciously.

"Happens." Chuck whispered, drifting closer to her.

"Again." Breathed Blair, before Chuck kissed her again with renewed fervor.

Blair responded unconsciously, hands sliding through his hair and up his arms until they met at his neck. They were stopped by cheering as the burlesque dancers finished another dance.

"I'm…not sure what I'm doing." Confessed Blair haltingly.

"Really?" asked Chuck, smirking. "Because you seemed to know exactly—"

"Shut up." Interrupted Blair. "That's not what I was talking about and you know it."

"And while I would like to continue this…" Chuck trailed off, smirking. "I suggest we finish it somewhere where we don't have an audience."

An idea popped into Blair's head and she grinned at Chuck evilly.

"Hey…don't you have a limo?"

Ahhhh! I know. It's shorter than usual. But I couldn't help it! There was a lot of description in this.

Once again, I'm not sure as to the quality of this chapter, so…thoughts? Comments? Questions? Just press that pretty purple button. You know you want to.

Love you all,

Zoe