Spotted. A Waldorf and a Bass. Just not young Bass. We know that B and C are in a tizzy, but does this spell the end for their fairytale romance?--Gossip Girl

Jack wasn't as brutal as her memory portrayed him out to be. He didn't try to take full advantage of her when they got back to his hotel. Even though she would have been more than complying to let him ravish her, he didn't. At first it made her feel uneasy. Was this just a ploy to get her up there with him so he could taunt her privately?

Blair watched him ever-so carefully as he strode across the room, tugging at his tie, and then sat down on the antique white couch. He seemed to be completely at ease. Something she envied right now.

"I'm not going to pounce you the moment you walk in." He laughed at her as he lifted a long black remote from the glass end table and clicked on the television she was standing next to.

Hesitantly she began to move towards the couch. She sat down slowly, knowing Jack wasn't paying attention to the television, but to the movements she was making.

"What's on?" She motioned towards to the television.

"This late? Old movies and TV shows." Jack turned his attention back to the plasma screen.

"Those are the best!" Blair's voice cracked slightly.

Jack only laughed at her then turned the volume up on the black and white film that was on.

They sat in silence, which was fine for Blair. Occasionally Jack or she would laugh, at other times they would laugh together.

Jack had never seemed like an easy going person, of course she was always trying to find bad things about him to exploit that she had never taken the time to notice.

Trying to play cute, Blair threw her bare legs over his. The action wasn't unnoticed. Jack responded by placing his hand on her knee, but never removed his eyes from the television.

They held that position for the rest of the film. Afterwards, the evidence of two growling stomachs was more and more persistent.

Jack got up from the couch and called to order from the kitchen, despite the late hour.

"I'll give you credit." Blair said as he hung up the phone. "You're not what I expected."

"You expected a drooling old pervert with no interest in anything but sex right?" Jack countered with a laugh.

The corner of Blair's mouth turned up into a smile.

"Well, yes, I do enjoy it, but I can survive without it." He smiled.

"I doubt for long." Blair said with a cocky tone.

"If I didn't know better I would say your were in the mood." Jack slid his suit jacket off his shoulders.

"Well, nothing like revenge sex right?"

"See problem with that, you're still thinking about him. If we're together---it's about us. There is no Chuck in the mix."

"So we're straight Vodka?"

"Straight Vodka." Jack echoed.

"That doesn't sound too bad. I would just rather get some food in my stomach before I chug anymore alcohol."

They spent the rest of the time in silence until the food arrived.

"I have to tell you. For a woman of your age, even as well as you held your liquor earlier, I thought by now you would be passed out." Jack commented as Blair bit into a roll.

Blair swallowed the object easily, "That sounds like you're hinting you're tired of my company."

"Your company," Jack leaned in next to her and held his face close to hers. "Is one I could never grow tired of your company."

He pressed his lips lightly against hers. He could still taste the butter from the roll on her lips.

Blair's body didn't lock up as it had done whenever Jack kissed her earlier…instead she just melted. Her hand came up to Jack's stubbly face. It was a very different feel from what she was used to. It was a more mature in a way.

The kiss was pressed into something deeper soon enough. Jack had her pressed into the material of the couch, kissing her hard and in a demanding way.

He kissed her the way a man kissed a woman he desired after. A woman he'd chased and finally caught. The feeling was leaving Blair almost drunk of his kiss. Chuck hadn't kissed her like this in so long. He'd been so obsessed with his mother, Jack and the Empire he'd barely had anytime for them. So this was very nice. To feel needed and wanted by a man.

Jack's hand stroked down her side, playing with the material of her dress. This was Jack's idea of foreplay apparently. He was slow a tormenting when dealing with her. At least he had been the last time---as much as she could remember anyway. He would move and caress his hand slowly down her sides, making her mind think of what all ideas were swirling in his mind.

"Is your mind free of everything else?" Jack slowly placed each word in her ear.

She swallowed and nodded.

Jack's mouth claimed hers again, with so much she knew her lips would be bruised later.

***

Thursday night spent gorging on food and sex. Friday morning spent sleeping. Friday afternoon was spent watching things ordered from Netflix. Friday night they both jumped on the first plane out of New York, laughing nonstop the entire time. When the plane landed Saturday morning they found themselves in LA. So the first few hours were spent shopping, buying clothes for the beach--which they were planning on going to before the day was over--and what not. Saturday twilight hours were spent playing taking leisurely strolls down the beach, occasionally Blair would race ahead of him and turn to kick water at him. After several drinks, they were in a rented sports car racing down an LA highway with no real destination in sight. Blair's hair was flailing wildly in the wind, given the convertible's top was down. Jack would laugh at her every time it would get caught around her face or when they would hit a bump and she would scream.

Then enter Sunday morning. It would be the one damper to this blissfully perfect weekend. When Blair woke-up with a pounding headache and no memory of the night before. The hotel suite she knew. It was the one she'd been sharing with Jack all weekend. Her clothes from the night before were laying on the chest at the foot of the bed as were Jack's.

Only thing was---Jack wasn't there. Well, the shower was running so the might explain his absence. With yawn, she shoved her fingers through her bed hair and jumped off the bed.

The shower cut off abruptly. Just to be modest, Blair grabbed her black night gown out of her suitcase and jerked it onto her body. With nothing she could really do about her hair, she pulled it up into a tight ponytail on the crown of her head; then pulled some of her bangs back over her forehead.

She glanced in the mirror hanging over the dresser, not perfection, but it was morning. There was really nothing she could do about it.

The bathroom door was yanked open and Jack exited, along with a cloud of steam, in his casual slacks and polo shirt. His hair was still damp from the shower.

"Good morning," Blair commented as she smoothed out a bit of her hair.

"Good morning Mrs. Bass." Jack responded back with a smile.

Uh oh! Don't you love a good twist? Looks like someone ran off and got hitched. Haha. HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!! I am a free person now! Homecoming was today and that was the last thing I had to do that restricted me from writing! SO YAY! I got Runner-up to the queen as well! Haha. I also love the new Chair preview. It so cute!

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