A/N: So I hope this chapter is a lot better than the previous one. I had a better time writing it and the Bart/Evelyn relationship will be progressing from here.

Summary: She could feel how gentle he was with her the first time. How her heart thrummed practically through her flesh. And that way he gazed at her. Like there was nothing more precious or desirable in the world. And she knew that was when she had fallen for him. That was when her life had fallen apart because she let him love her.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. All is Gossip Girl

late 80's.

Again, in front of the mirror, all Evelyn could pick out were her flaws. But tonight was a different night. It was easy to seduce a man who had been coveting you for months. And that was exactly what she was going to do. It was what she had to do.

"Whoa," Eleanor said, walking in.

"Too much?" Evelyn inquired, pivoting in front of the mirror.

"Not of you want to say 'come hither' to all of the gang rapists roaming around the streets of New York."

"Eleanor," Evelyn sighed, "we live on the Upper East Side. We don't have gangs."

"What about rapists?" she asked.

"I guess I will just have to settle with Bart Bass."

"Oh, Evelyn," she said with disguised disgust. "What are you doing?"
"You really don't have a right to judge," Evelyn pointed out.

"I'm not," Eleanor assured her. "But are you really going to let him win?"

"You were the one who was using him in you own little scheme," Evelyn reminded her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Eleanor said evasively, looking away.

"Please," Evelyn rolled her eyes. "You're talking to the master."

"You would like to think that wouldn't you?" Eleanor asked. "So where are you going now?"

Evelyn stood in the hallway of the hotel, outside of his room. The one he was buying. The one he as staying in. She glared at the golden lettering of the door. And she couldn't move. This was what she was resorted to. This was what he resorted her to.

Evelyn straightened the edge of her coat.

And she knocked.

And she got impatient.

He wasn't answering the door. She didn't come all the way out here dressed like this just to be ignored. If she wanted to being ignored, she would just go home and listen to her mother's plans for her future.

She wasn't one to give up, either. But this was it. This just made her more determined as she backed from the door. She pressed the button for the elevator when she heard him. She pretended that she didn't.

"Evelyn," she heard him say in amazement.

She turned a fraction to look at him. Just as she suspected. His shirt was unbuttoned (and she was definitely not checking out his chest.) He was obviously getting laid.

"Bass," she said coolly.

"Did you need something?" he asked smoothly. She could only imagine what he thought she needed.

"I'm alright, actually," she replied, leaning against the wall casually. She let her coat slip a fraction of an inch reveling her violent red lingerie, which was the only thing that lay beneath. His eyes shamelessly scoped her.

"But it looks like you need some attending to yourself," she said pointedly, looking at his pants. His face fell. "I'm so glad you changed my mind from actually going in there."

The elevator came.

"Goodbye, Bart," she said, slipping inside. She buttoned up her coat, calling the limo. Things were turning out better than she expected because she was absolutely sure that he was staring after her when she left.

"Whoa."

Bart looked up to see Keith standing in his doorway.

"What happened here? A hurricane?"

He was drunk last night, he couldn't really remember much of anything after she left him high and dry. Bitch. So maybe it looked like a hurricane. That was what the maid service was for.

"An accident," he replied dryly, nursing a glass of scotch.

"Scotch?" Keith asked disdainfully. "Its like 11 in the morning."

"I don't really think you're in a place for criticism," Bart replied as Keith stepped over the broken glass of the scotch glass that Bart had thrown against the wall the night before.

"And why is that?" Keith asked. "You sleep around as much as I do."

"And you're pining for some blond ditz who lives on the opposite coast."

"Hey," Keith interrupted. "First of all, she's smart for a blond. And she could be coming home soon."

"Sure," Bart replied. "Knocked up with some spawn she got impregnated with by some washed out rock star."

"You think you know so much."

"I do," he replied. "Which reminds me... I have to get ready."

"For what?"

"For the ballet," Bart smirked.

"Right," Keith rolled his eyes. "And I'm the sad one. You're going to assault some girl who probably can't even drink yet."

"Well she makes more money a night than you do," Bart pointed out.

"Are you sure she's not a hooker?"

"Well she is flexible..." Bart hinted. "And I'm looking forward to trying out her features."

"What makes you think she'll let you?" Keith asked. "She's been rejecting you for months."

"Only that she showed up her last night in nothing but a trench coat and lingerie."

"She didn't," Keith replied in disbelief. "Then what's with the circle of destruction?"

"Well..." Bart said admittedly. "She did come. But I was with someone... so she left."

"You didn't even hit that?"

"Well the blond was already... conquested. But this just makes me more confident."

"But she left," Keith reminded him.

"She won't this time," Bart smirked.

She knew he was there. It was like there was something in the air. She could taste it. And as seductive it tasted, she refused to cave. She couldn't. If she was going to forget him, she was going to do it on her terms. She would never submit to a man.

"You know, I've never actually been with a woman who could put her legs behind her head."

Ugh. He found her.

"Either you are completely deranged, or just got into way too much detail about your personal life," Evelyn sighed as she walked past the dressing rooms, feeling him in pursuit.

"Well I was just alluding to the fact that later tonight we would be..." Bart started. "What was that charming word you used before? Oh. I remember. Fornicating."

Evelyn spun before they reached the outdoors.

"I was right. You are deranged."

"Is it that hard to believe?" Bart asked as she retreated to the outdoors. "Last night you were practically begging me for it."

"Good thing I overcame by temporary insanity," she replied cattily. When he didn't respond she looked over to see his penetrating gaze.

"What?"

"I'll give you a ride home," he offered.

"Why would I let you do that?"

"Because your mother doesn't even come to watch you," he said informatively, before leaning in seductively. "But I do. I like to watch you."

He hit her where it hurt. Jackass.

"One ride."

He smirked. "That's all I'm asking."

"You know," he said conversationally as she slid into the limo. "You were amazing up there."

Something in her changed. This was it. Her chance to forget him altogether. And she was going to seize opportunity where it stood. She seized his head between her hands and kissed him roughly.

"You sure?" he laughed sarcastically.

"Shut up," she snapped.

Even though it was better than she thought it would be.

present day.

You sure?

Blair's eyes snapped open from the vivid dream. The strap of her negligee had fallen. She was covered in tingling sweat. She could still feel the heat from his hands all over her. She could feel how gentle he was with her the first time. How her heart thrummed practically through her flesh. And that way he gazed at her. Like there was nothing more precious or desirable in the world. And she knew that was when she had fallen for him. That was when her life had fallen apart because she let him love her.

Blair growled in anger and took out her phone.

"Hello?" asked Serena's groggy voice.

"We have a problem."

"Is it that its 4 in the morning and that you're calling me?"

"If I recall," Blair snapped angrily, "you used to be the one partying until dawn."

"Yeah, not anymore," Serena replied. "Now I have you to talk to."

"Okay, shut up," Blair said tiredly. "This is important."

"Important like you seeing Chuck making out with that girl?"

"They weren't making out," Blair yelled before she could stop herself.

"Uh huh," Serena sighed. "Look, we both know that you and Chuck--"

"Irrelevant," Blair replied. "Its simple. I was just wondering if he was at your house or not."

"No..." Serena said. "You know he has his own penthouse."

"That's all I was asking," Blair sighed.

"Blair..." Serena said warningly. "What are you planning?"

"Its nothing, S," Blair said. "I just have to do something."

"Please don't," Serena begged. "Whatever you're doing to destroy him, don't do it. It will backfire. You know it will."

"I'm not trying to destroy him," Blair answered honestly. "This is for me. I just have to get him out of my system."

"Blair," Serena said. "He's been in your system since you were 16."

"That is disgusting," Blair replied.

"That's not even what I meant," Serena laughed slightly. "That's what I mean. You can't keep torturing each other like this."

"Its not torture," Blair said. "If I'm going to move on, this is what I have to do. I have to get closure."

And she hung up.

The answer was simple, as was Serena's. Chuck wasn't at Lily's. So he was at his penthouse. The really lavish one with an entire glass wall as a window facing the city. The one he pressed her against that one time when they were...

Irrelevant. It was all irrelevant. She had no feelings for him. It was simple. She would show up. They would have sex. And she would leave. It was the only way she could get him out of her system.

It was just sex anyway. She knew the bastard had casual sex all the time. This shouldn't be any different for him. And he couldn't refuse her.

"Who was that?" Eric asked as Serena sighed, putting the phone down on the counter in the kitchen.

"Blair," Serena rolled her eyes. "What are you doing up this late anyway?"

"She's going to break him," Eric said sadly as he took a seat next to Serena. "You know she will."

"I don't think she wants to," Serena replied. "She thinks this is the way to move on."

"But its not," he said. "You know its just an excuse. They want to be with each other but they both won't call a truce. Its the only way."

"I think that's more on Blair's end," Serena said. "Chuck just doesn't like being without her for some reason."

"She makes him feel like a better man," Eric said. Serena looked at him curiously. "You know as well as I do that Chuck talks when he drinks."

"I think Blair knows that more than all of us. Why do you care so much anyway?"

"Because he's my brother," Eric sighed. "And he's yours to. And when she's with him, he's just happier. That's the way things should be."

"So we don't stop them."

"I don't think we could, even if we tried."

If there was one thing that Blair was positive of, it was that first night in the limo meant something to Chuck. When she thought about it before, she never really thought that it had. At the time, it seemed to her like it was just another lay to him. While to her, she was losing her virginity. It meant something, even if she would never truly admit it.

She knew her assumption was correct when he opened the door and stared at her. She was wearing the slip and she knew it was important. She also knew that he hadn't been sleeping. He had that sexy ruffled look about him, but he smelled like scotch (she hated how much she loved that smell now, just because of him) and he just looked haggard.

"Its late."

She stepped past him into his room.

"I don't see any blond sluts," she mused, looking around. He permitted her one small smarmy smirk.

"What can I say?" he asked, closing the door behind her. "They just don't scream like you."

He looked harsh. Like he was angry or he didn't believe that what she was about to give to him was real.

"I'm surprised you remembered."

"You sure do," he replied. He took her waist in his hands, feeling the white satin. His hand traveled up her body and pushed her curls from her face. So he could see her eyes. And she crumbled.

"You're amazing," he whispered in her ear. She pulled away to look into his dark, smoldering eyes. All thoughts of just getting him out of her system had suddenly vanished. They were here. Together. Again. And that's all she could think of.

"I've been dreaming of you," she said secretively.

"I know," he whispered and she knew that he had been dreaming of her as well.

And she finally felt at home when he was hovering over her and she was floating again.