AN: So while I'm excited most of you are enjoying this story, I have received a few comments criticizing my lack of descriptions and the length of my chapters. Originally, I was going to make this a one shot but have decided to cut it up and post a little at a time to make it last longer for you, the readers. Obviously this story has a much different feel/emotion behind it that "Pink Shirts, Black Lace & Birthday Suits" which is mostly sensual description and little dialogue, but this is the way I've decided to write this story and if you don't enjoy it, feel free to abandon it. As you can probably tell, it's a little difficult to keep a game of Truth or Dare very interesting when you are only playing it with two people, so starting with this chapter I start to wean them off the game and get onto the good stuff. The sensuality of Chuck and Blair will come out in this story, but not until the next couple of chapters, so until then, bare with me 

Chapter 4.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"I'm done playing that fucking game" he told her.

"Well I'm not and if memory serves your up to Dare. So I dare you to tell me the truth, Chuck. Why does it matter to you if James and I have slept together or not?"

"Because I want to know" he said simply.

"That's not a good enough answer" she told him.

"Because I need to know" he said.

"That's not enough, Chuck."

He sighed heavily.

"Because I was your first and I think I have the right to know who you're giving yourself to" Chuck told her.

"Oh really? Does that mean you text Georgina every time you fuck someone? 'Cause that would really rack up your phone bill."

"We're different from other people. You know we are" he said.

Blair regarded him coolly.

"You really want to know?"

"I don't want to, I need to" he corrected.

Blair laughed bitterly.

"Oh do you? You need to know about how James undressed me with his teeth before kissing every since inch of my naked body as I lay out on the hotel bed you and I were supposed to share together?"

"Yes" he answered as an on slaughter of jealousy and arousal hit him at the same time.

"And do you need to know how it incredible felt for another man to fill me after nearly six months of not having sex?" she taunted.

So close Chuck thought, jaw-twitching She's so close to me. Wet, practically naked, and so very close.

"Yes" he bit out, fists clenching under the water in frustration.

"Or what about the time he took me from behind on a balcony overlooking Tuscany in broad daylight? Is that something you need to know?"

"I need to know it all. Every time he touched you, every time he tasted you. It's all justification for having him killed" he said in a cool voice.

"Why would you want to kill my boyfriend Chuck? You've already proved you don't care about me by tricking me into giving you a second chance you didn't deserve only to humiliate me a week later. If anything, I thought you'd be thankful to have someone come along and take me out of your hands" she told him with a wicked smile.

"Except I like having my hands on you—and in you—I'm sure you remember" he countered.

"Too bad those days are behind us. You moved on to triplets and their Portuguese tongue-twisters, while I moved onto a guy who's actually capable of feeling emotion. So it all worked out in the end" she told him.

"Have you actually convinced yourself that we're over?"

"Isn't that what your abandonment and twenty-seven whores were supposed to signify?"

"No matter how much I fuck up" he began, ignoring her "You and I will never be over. Because at the end of the night, whatever we've got waiting for us on the outside will never be able to compete with we have right here."

"And what's that, Chuck?" she asked, intrigued.

"Undeniable sexual chemistry, for starters."

Sex. It was always about sex. They would never be anything else.

"Is that all there is?" Blair asked him.

"You tell me" he dared.

Blair regarded him quietly for a moment.

"Yes. That's all there is" she confirmed, willing the tears she felt coming on to remain at bay. She took one final swig of her wine, successfully draining the cup and reveling in the feeling of the liquid gently burn its way down into her stomach.

Chuck felt the familiar crushing feeling in his chest whenever Blair rejected him. He stood up abruptly.

"Well, this is obviously going nowhere" he mused out loud "But the night isn't totally wasted. I'm sure I can find myself a last minute fuck-buddy in no time at all. You have yourself a miserable night alone with your thoughts, Waldorf."

"Chuck, wait" Blair said before she could stop herself.

He turned around to face her.

"I need a refill" she said quietly, holding out her empty wine glass to him.

"Do it yourself. You should be used to taking in matters into your own hands by now" he sneered.

"Maybe, but I want you to do it" she said seductively as she swirled the glass in her hand slowly.

Chuck scrutinized her for a moment, trying to figure out the game she was playing at.

"Is there a problem?" Blair asked.

Chuck didn't respond. He grabbed the wine bottle from the ledge and swaggered over to Blair, causing waves to ripple through the water of the hot-tub.

Blair gave him the smallest hint of a smile, definitely not drunk but definitely not exactly what one might call sober either. She could feel the control she had over her inhibitions dropping with every splash of the red liquid hitting the inside of her glass. And that smoldering look that Chuck was giving her from his place above her? No exactly helping her think clearly.

"Chuck…" she began.

"Yes?" he prodded.

"I…" but before she could figure out what she wanted to say, she was interrupted and saved quiet literally by the ringing of her cell phone. She turned around to retrieve her phone where it laid obediently on the ledge by her head.

TBC…