AN: OMGGGGG the finale! I adored it so so so so much, watched it twice in a row and had sweet CB dreams all night lol! Thanks to everyone for their continuing support on this story, here's the next chapter:

Chapter 5

"It's James" she said automatically, although it was really none of Chuck's business as to who was calling.

"You should probably answer then" he said in a calm voice.

Blair shot him a strange look before hitting the receive button.

"Hi sweetie, I was just thinking about you" she told him, attempting to break eye contact with Chuck. But when he refused to look away, Blair promptly placed her glass down and pushed past him to the other end of the tub, turning her back to Chuck for some privacy.

"How are you?" she asked, although she could honestly care less. James was a nice guy, but the truth was, Blair just wasn't that into nice guys. It was quite unfortunate for her, she very well knew, but that didn't stop the fact that every time she kissed James she wished she was really kissed the boy devil in the hot tub with her.

As she listened to James ramble on about dinner with his father and step-mother, she faintly acknowledged the sound of Chuck coming up behind her. She tried her best to be unaffected by his close proximity, but as soon as she felt him sweep her wet hair over one shoulder, she knew she was in serious trouble.

"That sounds like fun" she told James.

That's when she felt the tie holding her bikini top up being undone. The feeling of Chuck's breath hitting the nape of her neck confirmed her worse fear—he was using his teeth to undress her. Suddenly, keeping up the façade of being James' girlfriend fell very very far off of her list of things to do. Part of her just wanted to hang up the phone, the other half wanted very much to stay on the line because the excitement of it all was quite intoxicating.

"Me?" she breathed "I'm just soaking in the hot tub. I'm having a good time, but it would be so much better if you here to join me."

Blair now had one hand holding the phone to her ear, one hand clutching her top to her chest, and both eyes closed in pleasure.

"I miss you too James" she lied.

Chuck's hands took a firm, almost possessive hold of her hips as he kissed a sensuous path down her spine and to the other knot securing the bathing suit top. Biting down on one end of the offending strap, he pulled and tugged until the knot easily unraveled—exposing Blair's naked, gorgeous back to his hungry gaze.

The next thing Blair felt was his tongue. He licked a small patch of her skin before promptly blowing on it until she shivered. He continued this pattern all over her back until Blair almost lost her balance. Stupid wine she thought absently.

"I'll call you tomorrow. Sweet dreams" she told him before ending the call.

Looming silence fell over them. The only sound that could be heard was the hum from the hot tub jets and if one listened very very closely, the sound of their blood pounding furiously through their bodies.

"What are you doing?" she asked him as his hands began to travel to her rib-cage.

"What I've been dying to do ever since you stepped off the jitney" he purred as one hand reached up to remove the skimpy fabric Blair clutched to her chest in vain.

"Is that why you showed up with roses in that atrocious orange suit?" Blair asked, trying to regain her dignity even as he began to caress her breasts "You seriously thought I'd just jump back into bed with you?"

"I knew it would take some persuading" he said as he pinched a nipple, causing Blair to gasp "But I was confident you'd come around."

"You're wrong" Blair told him as she struggled to no avail to get out of his tantalizing grasp "I don't want this. You don't deserve me."

That hit a sore spot for Chuck. It was, after all, the reason he stood her up in the first place and it killed him that she couldn't make the connection.

The truth was Chuck had wanted nothing more than to spend the entire summer buried deep inside Blair, blissfully unaware that a world existed outside of themselves. But he knew he would never be worthy of Blair's love and affections, and that it was just a matter of time before she figured it out too. He couldn't deal with that type of humiliation and rejection.

When he first saw her face at the jitney stop, the hurt on her face hit him like a brick wall. He knew it was all his fault and wanted desperately to make it up to her, but he was just too damn afraid of what would happen next.

You don't deserve me.

So instead, he reacted. He tightened his grip on Blair as he forced her to turn around and face him—one of his hands held her hips in place while the other buried itself in her wet hair.

"You think I don't know that? You think that that harrowing reality hasn't haunted me since I first realized how much I cared about you years ago?" he asked her in a menacing tone, their faces almost touching.

"Years?" she whispered, oddly terrified and comforted to be held so close to him.

"Don't patronize me, Blair" he warned her "I came to terms with the fact that you and I could never be anything a long time ago, but that all changed when you gave your virginity to me."

"I didn't give…" she started.

"Oh no?" he mocked as his free hand dipped into her bikini bottoms under the water.

"So that wasn't you perched on top of me in the back of my limo, red-cheeked and panting 'Please, Chuck, take me now' into my ear?" As he said this, he ran his fingers over her folds that were so obviously neglected by whatshisface. "You were supposed to be my forbidden fruit, the girl I wanted so badly to taste but couldn't."

Chuck slid his tongue effortlessly from the base of her neck to behind her ear. Blair couldn't help but cry out at the contact.

"But then you let me taste you…over and over and over again" he whispered into her ear "And now I'm ruined for anyone but you. This whole mess is all your fault."

"How dare you!" Blair attempted to yell, but it came out breathy and desperate.

"How dare you try and act completely unaffected by me" Chuck leered as he slid a finger deep inside her "when we both know how right we are together."

"We're not right together, we're sinister" she gasped as her head rolled back, giving him better access to the expansion of her neck.

"How can it be a bad thing when it feels so good, Blair? Stop lying to yourself and just let yourself feel" he urged, his voice low and clouded with deep arousal.

"I know how badly you want this. You can deny it all you want, but your responsive body can't lie to me."

Blair began to whimper as his thumb teased her clit and a second finger entered her channel. As the pressure of his administrations increased, so did her moaning.

"Yeah, just like that princess" he murmured in encouragement "You feel so good clenching down on my fingers. Your body knows just what you want, just what you need."

He dipped his head low to capture a puckered nipple into his mouth and tugged at it gently. He looked up at her with hooded eyes and saw her own eyes squeezed shut. For a fleeting desperate moment, Chuck wished he could be inside that pretty head of hers to find out what—or rather who she was thinking about.

While he knew that Blair never had it so good as him, part of Chuck felt compelled to keep talking to her during sex so that she would never doubt for a minute who she was with or be tempted to think of another man.

"No matter now many men you let enter you, nothing will ever compare to this. To what we have" he murmured against the hollow of her throat.

"Chuck I…" she began.

"Shhh" he coaxed before bringing his mouth up to kiss her soundly.

Blair felt herself melt quite literally in his arms. Her game plan for Chuck had officially gone out the window. All her planned speeches, all her lies, her fake boyfriend…they were all useless ammunition up against the mastermind that is Chuck Bass.

She had to tell him the truth.

"James and I—" Blair tried again.

"Don't! Don't say his name, don't even think about him when I'm touching you" he ordered "He doesn't exist right now, do you understand me?"

Blair bit her lip and nodded.

Chuck tried to shake the thought of her and James together out of his head, but his stupid face kept appearing in front of him. He groaned in frustration and ignored Blair's whimper as he swiftly removed his hand from her hot core and took a step away, swishing the hot tub water as he did so.

"Damn it Blair!" he nearly yelled in frustration.

Blair's arms came up to shield her naked breasts.

"What did I do now?" she asked, exacerbated.

"You fucked someone else!"

No I didn't she wanted to say. But she didn't. Instead all that came out was:

"So did you! Twenty seven was your magic number, remember?" she taunted "Starting with that trashy designer."

"I didn't have sex with her" he mumbled.

"Don't lie to me, Serena saw you!"

"Serena doesn't know what she saw! I'll admit, okay, that I was going to…because that's the person I've always been. But it was a mistake, the second Serena walked in I knew I was making a mistake. By the time I got to the helipad, it was too late" he said "I lost you."

"Bullshit, you gave up on me! You could have called, taken a different flight, anything" Blair told him "If you really wanted to be with me, you would have found a way. You're Chuck Bass for crying out loud."

"I thought I was doing you a favor. But then when I saw that goddamn pin on your new boy toy's sleeve…" he trailed off.

"Yes?" Blair coaxed.

"I don't know. I don't know what I felt. But I do know that he's not right for you, Blair. He's not worthy."

"And you are?" she challenged.

"I never said that!" he almost yelled before sighing deeply "Just…I'm sorry. For everything. Look, I won't bother you anymore, you have my word…you're free to go."

Blair stood frozen amidst the hot, bubbling water.

"Fine, stay. I'll go" Chuck told her.

With that, he maneuvered himself out of the hot-tub, slung a towel around his waist and sauntered back into the house without so much as a "goodnight."

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