A/N: No, I have not abandoned this story. It's just been delayed, because…well, Eva is gone. Lol. (Can I hear a Hallelujah?) So, it was not as mandatory to get these little snippets up before the next episode. Heh. Because of that little factor though, this fic no doubt will be slow to update & will distinguish more reviewers, but…*shrug* come what may. Heh. Vote on my poll if you get around to it. ;p

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"Why do I get the impression you might not have told her your whole life story?"

-Nate (4x03)

4x03—Cold Shower

"All the luxury in the world, Chuck Bass, and you want to spend the whole day lying around in bed," she muttered, shaking her head. He tilted his head up and looked down at her.

"You're welcome to join me, of course," he said smoothly. She looked up at him, amused.

"I have a choice in the matter?" she asked, nearly laughing. He looked away, apparently contemplating the question with the ultimate precision.

"Hmm," he mused. She rolled her eyes and propped herself up on her elbow, his hand sliding lazily down her arm as she moved slightly away from him. She pursed her lips, amusement still lighting her eyes as she watched him pretending to think deeply about her question. Finally he looked back at her and a silly, lovestruck grin consumed his face. It sent butterflies erupting inside her, and she wondered if she'd started to blush yet.

"No," he whispered, leaning into her, breathing into her mouth before taking her lips captive. His hand moved to her waist and gripped firmly, squeezing her soft skin and causing her to moan into him in pleasure. Her hands were wrapped up in his hair and one of her legs had already started to slide over his own. Her negligee was sliding up to the top of her thighs. He groaned when she found his tongue with her own, twisting it with the strategy of a wild she-cat.

Soon, she was straddling him and he was losing his self control. He tried to grip her hips as a way to stabilize himself, but it proved useless. He pressed himself up against her, his back arching off the bed, but she rose up a few inches. He tried again and she repeated the same torturous nonsense. Finally, his hazy eyes opened just enough to see the teasing glint in her eyes. No, he thought. This was not a good time for teasing.

She leaned down to peck him lightly on his lips, and he thought for sure that was how he'd get her. She couldn't escape his seduction no matter how hard she tried. Her attempts had always proved useless in the past and he would make sure that record stayed clean and constant. He gripped his hands around the back of her neck but she still slipped easily out of his embrace, even when it was him was trying to straddle her.

She was halfway across the room before he even managed to stumble out of bed.

"Blair," he called to her, managing to find his footing. He reached for his silk patterned robe and threw it on as he pursued her.

"Hmm?" she asked lightheartedly, continuing through the sweet till she reached the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" he asked, on the brink of panicking. He'd wanted to spend the whole day in bed with his girlfriend, and he was damn well going to do it!

Blair yawned mockingly. "I was thinking of going down to the spa, maybe a massage…manicure…pedicure…" she trailed off, pulling a pitcher of water from the fridge and pouring herself a glass. "I may be away all day." She smiled brightly, not looking up at him till the cup was to her lips and the water half-consumed.

Chuck couldn't help himself. Her resistance was making him harder by the second. He was even hotter for her than he'd been five minutes ago, which didn't make sense to his mind but most definitely made sense to his lower regions. He crossed the kitchen in one long stride and pushed her up against the fridge, dropping his robe, his pants and lifting up her negligee, which thankfully revealed no panties. He pushed himself up inside her and all she could manage was a squeak from the sudden move. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. He lifted her higher on him, firmer against the closed silver shining fridge. She gasped again as he pulled out briefly and pushed in again. Her nails dug into the back of his neck. He grunted. She stifled a moan.

"Chuck—"

"I'm very good at manicures," he ground out, his eyes squeezed tightly and his head pressed deep into the line of her collarbone, sweat already trickled off his forehead. She wanted to laugh, but she was too swept away in it all. Maybe she'd tried to overpower him by refusing to say in bed all day long, but he'd made no declaration about the fridge.

"Chuck?"

He blinked, pulling himself out of the memory and looking at Nate's very confused face. He smiled easily. Eva had just left for the spa and the inevitable question had been asked. He'd be a fool to avoid answering it. After all, Eva didn't know anything about the old him. He had no idea if she'd accept him after she knew. He planned to prevent her from knowing at all costs. He didn't know if she'd take him as willingly – or forcefully – as Blair had done before his last two mishaps. But he couldn't think in ifs – blonde or brunette, past or present, now.

"Baby steps, Nathaniel." He smirked and walked past him. Nate noticed he had a slight limp that was surprisingly on the wrong side and affecting his body more awkwardly than the few times he'd seen him stumble about before. Then he saw the direction at which Chuck was headed. He frowned, well aware that Chuck had showered just an hour earlier.

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A/N: Wow. I'm pretty sure that was hot. Even for me. *clears throat* Reviews? ;p It seems I just cannot help putting little CB smut flashbacks, but…*sigh* I blame all the CEv stuff I literally could not stand. *shudders* It must be put to death. Lol. Even after the fact. ;p