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It was one of the Upper East Side's regular parties, an excuse for the elite to get together and gossip about the latest scandals filling Gossip Girl's blog. A party that Chuck Bass knew Blair Waldorf would not be missing which was pretty much the only reason why he turned up. He quickly walked over to the bar and ordered a scotch, scanning the room while he did so, searching for the brunette. After a moment he noticed her, in the corner of the room. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a short black dress that showed off her legs. Her hair was perfectly curled as usual and she wore a silver headband that shone when it caught the light. Chuck wanted her right there, right then. He grabbed his drink and forced his way through the crowd, pushing people out of the way in his impatience to get to her. She was talking to a man, tall and good looking. Chuck's fist clenched angrily and he couldn't stop himself from walking over to Blair and grabbing her hand.

"She's needed elsewhere" he addressed the man rudely, before dragging Blair to the other side of the room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Bass?" Blair demanded as she tried to wrestle out of Chuck's grip, smiling at various guests as she did so.

"Ugh. If you're not going to let go, can you at least stop walking so fast, I'm wearing heels and if you carry on dragging me like you're hyped up on speed, there's a high possibility I could fall over and break something" He scoffed at her and then looked down at her shoes. He frowned slightly; they did look sort of lethal. He slowed down slightly.

"I'd say thank you but I didn't want to be dragged off in the first place so it seems unnecessary" He raised his eyebrows at her as he stopped walking and turned to face her.

"You know Bass, we really have to stop meeting like this, people are going to start talking when there's absolutely nothing going on between us." He smirked. "And it's weird"

"What are you talking about Waldorf? I enjoy our little rendezvous immensely"

"That's because you want me, and you can't have me." Blair leaned closer to him, so she was whispering in his air "And it tears you up inside, messes with your head" He shook his head, smiling at her words.

"You're wrong Waldorf. Despite whatever vestige attraction my body may have for you, my brain knows better."

"What? You're speaking rubbish Bass"

"Probably. I'm quoting you" Blair scowled at him, before turning away, and walking off. Chuck quickly caught up with her, grabbing her arm.

"What are you doing?" She demanded angrily.

"Well. I'll tell you what I'm not doing" She rolled her eyes.

"What?" She decided to humour him and immediately regretted it when she heard his response.

"You"

"Chuck Bass you are a heinous pervert and I hate you!"

"Blair, I didn't know you gave out compliments this late in the day" She glared at him. He smirked in response and then grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him. He stroked her face and then leaned into her, placing small butterfly kisses on her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips on her skin. Smiling to himself, Chuck moved his hand from Blair's waist to her thigh, hitching up her dress slightly. By this time Blair's breathing had become ragged and Chuck's own breathing was becoming erratic too. He shifted her slightly so his lips were by her ear.

"I know what you want, what you need" Blair wanted to let herself go, to give herself over to Chuck Bass. But she couldn't. Not here, not now. They were at a party, and she had guests to attend to, she refused to lose control of the situation. She dug her heel into his shoe, making him keel over in pain. She then grabbed his hair.

"What I want and need is for you to get the hell away from me!"

"I love it when you play dirty" He gasped, through gritted teeth. "I'm actually quite enjoying this little twist in our relationship" She let go of his hair and he gave an audible sigh of relief.

"This is not a relationship Bass"

"Hold up Waldorf. What we have may be unusual, undefined, confusing.... hey you could even call it dysfunctional but it is a relationship nonetheless"

"No it isn't, a relationship involves two people actually caring for each other and you've made it extremely clear that you-"

"Blair-" He began, interrupting her.

"Uh hello Bass. Lips moving, still talking"

"How about you put your lips to better use Waldorf?" He said before capturing his lips with hers. She moaned into his mouth and he held her tightly in response. The kiss was passionate, sweet and dangerous all at once and he realised that Blair had been right earlier, his pure lust, his longing for her had been tearing him up inside, messing with his head. His tongue teased hers, and she giggled slightly, pulling her fingers through his hair and grabbing a tuft of it at the back of his neck. His own hands were stroking her chestnut locks. Without stopping the kiss, he guided her to the bedroom where they fell onto the bed and wasted no time in removing each other's clothing. As he fiddled with the clasp on her bra he whispered into her ear:

"I do care for you Blair. I may not show it sometimes but I do. And you were right, I do want you. All the time. It's driving me crazy" She looked at him for a long moment.

"You want me? I'm yours. Take me now" He grinned before leaning in to kiss her once again.