Hey Y'all! I've got a short-interlude-y chapter for you…and fifteen minutes before the new episode no doubt! I'll hopefully have the rest tomorrow or the next day.

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"That was a close one" Chuck murmured as Blair slouched in his arms.

She nodded her head. It was a close one, just not for the reason he was talking about. You see, something has been happening to Blair the past couple of days with Chuck. She felt it the first night in the limo—this spark that she once thought she held only for Nate but not once did it ever make her feel so elated as to when Chuck was inside of her. She casted off the feeling after she went back into her room that night and tried to convince herself that it was just the act of sex that was making her feel the way she felt.

The problem is that Blair continued to feel it last night when they were together—and not just when they slept together either. The spark in her chest hit her long before their clothes came off. It happened when he slid the necklace around her neck, when he called her beautiful and when he kissed her shoulder—in effect, apologizing for every wrong that had even been done to her. That was the reason she had sex with him again, because the spark in her chest told her to. Told her that this man in front of her, despite whatever she once thought of him, was now a man worthy of her body and deserving of her affections.

Tonight, in the blissful moments leading up to her release, Blair was aware of every sensory overload. She could taste Chuck's desire for her on her tongue. She could smell sweet scent of sex and vanilla body wash invade her nose. She could hear the sound of their bodies smacking together, the pounding on the water on the tiled floor and the slew of vulgarity and adoration simultaneously coming out of their mouths.

She could feel everything. The cold tiles against her back, her wet hair sticking to her neck, her hardened nipples brushing against his chest hair, the heels of her feet digging into his lower back, her hands lost in his dark hair, his lips on her neck, his hands on her hips and him.

She could feel him filling her in a way she never could have imagined. For so long she wondered what sex felt like, what it would feel for her to be this intimate with another human being, to be cherished and not afraid of her own body and desires.

She had it tattooed in her mind now though. Yes, she knew with perfect clarity what that feeling was. It was Chuck.

And then when she opened her eyes, she looked into his and she was gone. Gone away from Constance, from Nate and Serena and her mother, gone from the Upper East Side and gone from the world in general. Nothing else mattered. She could not have had a single thought at that moment if she tried. No other thought but the one that's been haunting her from the first moment he pushed inside of her two nights prior.

I love you. She knew it, knew it like she knew that tights are not pants and never will be. It didn't make any sense, but it didn't need to. She knew she loved Chuck Bass.

She also knew she could never tell him—not unless she wanted him to run away from her with his pants still around his ankles.

No, she could never tell him. But that moment when she came, she almost did. Hell, she wanted to. But somehow, with a literal biting of her tongue, she suppressed the urge.

So yeah, Chuck, it was a close one.

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