She'd had enough. The bombardment of disapproval from her remaining parent was far too much to bear. Add to that Chuck actually standing up to his Dad for the first time in his life, in defence of her.No, she could no longer sit here like they were having a pleasant dinner and take this! So she jumped to her feet, intending to leave in a spectacular adolescent storm out.

It didn't quite make sense why both her mother and Bart looked down, horrified, until she remembered she was holding Chuck's hand. She followed their eyes to where his long, surprisingly elegant fingers were twined so intimately with her own. The touch was comforting and made her heart skip little beats but that had been private up until now, something no one else had ever seen. She realised this probably disgusted Eleanor more than Chuck's sex declaration

Oh well, too late now.

She squeezed his warm hand reassuringly.

"I think we're done," she announced.

She gave a small tug and Chuck stood beside her. He knew his place very well – schemer, lover, and most of all with her.

"Sit down," Eleanor refused. "We've barely started entrees."

Blair's eyes widened. As if entrees were going to keep her here to be chastised for the next two hours. Chastised for doing something she finally enjoyed! For being with someone who finally wanted her! Who excited her like nothing else and kicked in her ability to desire which she hadn't even known she possessed!

"Chuck and I are going out," she dictated, narrowing her eyes at her mother pointedly. "Don't expect me back tonight."

She didn't have to look to her side to feel the glow of his wicked smirk. It was like the sun he was beaming so ferociously.

"Good evening Eleanor. Father," he farewelled, laced with the social nicety that was required.

Blair stalked to the coat closet, unaware she was still holding his hand until she went to slip into her Burberry trench. Then she tentatively slipped her fingers free. It immediately felt cold without the warmth of his skin tucked into her palm. Chuck could be annoying and disgusting and embarrassing, but at the moment he wasn't any of those things. He didn't say a word. Instead he caught her coat like a gentleman and lifted it onto her shoulders. She stood still, watching him wide-eyed as he straightened out her collar, then wordlessly slipped into his own jacket.

He didn't fill the moment with mindless chatter like Nate would have. He just grabbed his signature scarf, placed it around his neck then let her lead him into the elevator.

The doors closed out the noise of Bart angrily demanding "Get back here!"

The second they were alone the disaster of an evening really fell on her and Blair went for her stock standard response of blaming someone else. She turned on him angrily.

"I told you you should have left earlier!" she poked her index finger at his chest.

"Ow!" he complained, immediately reaching up and wrapping his hand around her finger.

"Why do you always insist on staying longer? I said five thirty for a reason," Blair was narrowing her most malicious glare at him. All he could do was smirk back, not the least bit ashamed that he hadn't been able to pry himself from her lips.

"Because you are irresistible," he purred, excusing himself as he lifted the finger to his lips. "It's impossible to drag myself away."

Blair made sure to roll her eyes and make a decent attempt at not showing how secretly thrilled she was. He could see right through that façade while he slowly kissed the pads of her fingers. She may have thought she always wanted the perfect gentleman but Chuck was the first person to ever make her feel like a beautiful woman. He had a distinct knack for showing how irresistible she was with the smallest gestures, and she was powerful under his adoration.

When he'd finished kissing each tip their hands instinctively wove together once more and then lowered to their sides. She tried to hide her unstoppable smile by glaring at him again.

"We're going to the ball together now. You had better be well-behaved."

Chuck leaned forward and brushed his lips against her ear.

"Right up until the doors to the honeymoon suite close behind us at the end of the night," he promised. "After that when we're alone you don't want me to behave."

No, she silently agreed. She didn't want him to behave. She wanted him to be naked and highly aroused with his cock so obscenely rigid it brushed his belly. She wanted him to lave gentle kisses all over her until between her still young thighs that scarce wetness started to emerge, helping him ease himself into her narrow passage when the time came. She wanted that desperate elation of feeling his hardness go where it was supposed to and join him to her body.

She actually shivered. Uncontrollably. Did her very best to push down the moan that desperately wanted to escape her body as she imagined Chuck's big dick inside her like it always was these days. She turned her own head slightly, and before she could stop herself was giving it right back to him.

"Do you think you can wait that long?" she seductively murmured. "All. Evening?"

The satisfaction of seeing Chuck's eyelids flutter was all she needed. The elevator opened on the ground floor and she stepped off, entirely composed like a good girl who would soon be the belle of every ball she attended. With a small pull her companion trotted after her dotingly and they escaped out into the cool night air.

Blair looked left then right, confused by the completely empty street.

"Where's your limo?" she questioned him.

Chuck's gaze followed hers, then he groaned in realization. "I came with my Dad. Arthur already went home."

Blair worriedly looked up, towards her penthouse where no doubt her mother was already calling the elevator back up. They had two minutes, at most. And her nipples were back to being hard little points that longed for his fingers to slip beneath her shirt in search of her small eager breasts. A cab with its light on turned the corner at the end of the block. Without another thought she stuck her hand out to hail it.

"A taxi?" Chuck scoffed. "I don't think so."

Tough luck. She needed his touch before she embarrassed herself and came without it.

"Well you're welcome to return to dinner with Eleanor and Bart," Blair reminded him sharply.

Chuck looked at the bright yellow car that was pulling up before them, then back to the doorman waiting inside Blair's building. The decision clearly wasn't a hard one. Being berated by his father or beloved by Blair. He opened the door for his scheming princess that was blushing a rather excited shade of pink then climbed in after her.

"The Palace," Blair instructed.

"Daniel," Chuck overrode.

"What?" she turned to him.

"We didn't get dinner," he justified. "Remember when you didn't let Dorota feed me this afternoon? Then demanded my complete attention for two straight hours? I need to replenish my strength."

She rolled her eyes but conceded as he immediately made for her neck with his mouth. Touched his very soft lips to her susceptible throat and started kissing tenderly. It felt so amazing her eyelids started fluttering, her breathing shallowing noticeably. Then she caught sight of the vinyl roof of the taxi, and remembered they weren't alone in the back of his limousine.

"Not here," she hissed, pushing his face away.