A/N: Sorry for the delay. I'm really gonna try & finish the remaining three before tomorrow's episode? Whoa. Who came up with that? Tell me again why they have so many scenes? And, why, may I ask, is there practically a sexual innuendo in all of them? *pouts* *sigh* Ah well. This is what this story is for. Lol. Read on & please review. =) R & R my other stuff too!

"…you look very handsome in your work clothes."

"Well, I look forward to you removing them after an honest day's work."

-Eva & Chuck (4x02)

4x02 - Different Shade of Color

Things were good with Eva. He appreciated her personality, her sweetness, her honesty and loyalty to him. She had a deliciously enticing French accent without even trying, born natives were lucky that way. There was no judgment because she didn't know who he used to be. He didn't have to win her over or prove himself in any way. She took him in just as he was. She saved him.

"Whatever you do to yourself, please don't do that to me."

No one had ever saved him before. No one had saved Henry Prince, not like that. Now, he was going to work. He would somehow manage to wait on people with a cane in hand, limping for the most part he guessed. Then, he would buy something pretty for Eva, flowers perhaps. Something that would be inexpensive, so she wouldn't start to wonder about where the money was coming from. Then, they would go home, have dinner and spend the night naked in each other's arms. She was so very beautiful. He didn't have to try, like he'd had to with some disposable women in the past, to appreciate her, to glory in her beauty.

A demanding very female voice interrupted her thoughts. She was in a black cab behind him. He had just glimpsed it as he passed the halfway mark across the street. The second the first sound hit his eardrum, he knew its familiarity, but he looked instinctively anyway. And time froze right then. Eva's image evaporated from his mind, everything that she was, everything he was now pretending to be was all gone. Blair Waldorf sat just a few feet away, staring at him in shock from her little cab until she forced herself to leave by yelling some more at the cab driver. Chuck watched as she was driven away. He could not force himself to look anywhere else. The road was deserted, so he could not count on honking cars to keep him going. His cane would probably stop them from being rude, he thought. The small reassurances dissipated within seconds. His past had decided to haunt him after all.

Her hands snaked around his waist, her head laying against his back as she swayed with him. He smirked and turned in her arms.

"Hey beautiful," he whispered sweetly, leaning his head down to decorate the curve of her neck with kisses. She shivered and laced her arms around the back of his neck. Deliberately she pulled herself closer. He helped in the effort.

"Do you have to go?" she asked, her face nuzzling inside the crook of his neck. He sighed against her. His hands tightened around her waist.

"Eventually." He pulled back to look into her deep brown eyes. She pouted her lips and blinked innocently at him. The words 'stay home' were on her lips before she could think twice. It sent shivers up his spine when he heard her say those words. She wanted him. And she wanted to stay here, with him, at his place, because that felt like home.

"Yes, I have to go."

She sighed and dropped her arms to her sides. "Very well." He hated the forlorn look on her face, how her last stretch of hope had fallen into a heap of ashes on her face. There was no light in her eyes and it cut him to the core. It was almost enough to keep him home all day.

"I won't be there all day." She nodded a little, not meeting his eyes. He caught her chin in his hand and tipped it up, so she was looking directly at him. "Hey," he said softly, waiting for her full attention. "I own the place." She smiled a little. "Three hours tops." She bit her bottom lip as her smile spread. Her hands snuck under the flaps on the front of his jacket. Four fingers smoothed down his tie.

"I picked this suit out for you, you know."

He glanced down at the purple-striped suit with matching shirt and tie, all in varying shades of the color, depending on what worked. "I know," he said, giving her a once over. She didn't even blush. It wasn't a secret that they almost always subconsciously matched, the fact that it was on purpose this time only boosted her – their – pride. She sighed and gave in to kissing him. Her hands grasped his face and he snugly pulled her against him again. She prolonged the kiss as long as she could. Finally, he lifted his head to catch his breath. She groaned in disgruntlement.

"I'm stripping you when you get home," she muttered. He chuckled.

"I look forward to it."

Karma was a bitch.

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A/N: Please review. =) CEv were hardly in this scene & I had to include that little greeting mid-street w/ B. lol. I mean, come on, give me a little creative license. Lol.