Thank you guys so much for the positive reviews, they make me happy and inspire me to write more! I was cautious about putting up the first chapter because I wasn't even sure that I could write Chuck and Blair without doing a total overhaul to their personalities. Here's the next chapter!


I needed a drink, badly. As soon as I walked out of the hotel, I waved down a cab and told him to take me to the nearest bar. The good thing about my feelings for Chuck was that they could be easily drowned in alcohol. After a few drinks, I could go home and not think about what I'd done to my life by inviting Chuck Bass to re-enter it. Walking into the bar, I found an empty table, sat down and pinched the bridge of my nose, waiting to be served.

"Would you like a menu?" the waiter asked, looking down at me.

"No, I would like a martini." I said without looking up.

He mumbled something that I couldn't understand, but must have meant, "sure" because the next time I saw him, he had my drink in his hand.

"Thanks." I said as he placed the drink in front of me.

Looking down, I played with the tiny sword, which skewed the olive that sat in my glass. I stared at the drink, contemplating it really, until I heard someone come up to the side of my table. I could feel his eyes boring into me. I couldn't deal with this. Normally, I'd turn and flirt, but my mind was still on Chuck and what had happened in his hotel suite. Though, if I really thought about it, I could piss Chuck off by getting another guy. But that would basically be the incident in the Hampton's all over again. With my luck, I'd land this guy and someone would find out that he was a cocaine addict and spread it all over the upper east side. Well, my life couldn't get anymore complicated than it already was, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to flirt, and I might have said something if he hadn't beat me to it.

"Hi."

"Hello." I said, turning to face him.

Oh, he was cute and could already picture the look on Chuck's face when he saw the two of us together it would-

"I'm Tyler."

"Blair." I smiled, as he extended his hand for me to shake.

"Well, Blair, I see you already have a drink, but I'd love to talk with you until it's gone and then buy you another. Do mind?"

"No."

Three drinks later, I learned that Tyler's last name was Freeman and that he was in advertising. Tyler earned his money the really old fashioned way, he inherited it, through his father's company, which he took over after his father's death. All of these were trivial details, the main point was that he was smart funny and a suitable replacement for Chuck Bass.

I smiled and laughed until I saw someone out of the corner of my eye, someone I recognized. What the-

"Waldorf, it's good to see you here, drinking. Trying to dull the pain."

"What, are you following me, Bass?"

"Don't flatter yourself, I came in here to get a drink and saw you teetering n the edge of your seat." he said, looking at the empty glass in front of me. "How many drinks have you had?"

"Go away."

"Excuse me, do you need something?" Tyler asked as Chuck looked at him for the first time since walking over to the two of us.

"No, I believe I've got her."

Suddenly, I felt Chuck's hand on my arm, pulling me off the bar stool and towards the front door.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I asked, stumbling forward.

"I'm doing you a favor. Tomorrow, you'll regret having sex with the guy in advertising just because you hate me."

"Hey, what's your problem?" Tyler asked as Chuck ignored him and tugged me out of the bar. Before Tyler could run after us, I signaled to him that I was fine and that he needn't make a scene.

Outside, I saw Chuck's limo waiting for us, he had followed me. Pouting, I opened the door and slid across the back seat. There was no use arguing, he would never let me go back into that bar and he'd pester me until I let him take me away, so I gave him this small victory.

"What do you want?" I sighed, watching him as he closed the car door.

"I thought it was obvious."

"You want to irritate the crap out of me? Well, I have to say that you've gotten off to a great start. Just take me home." I said as he moved closer to me.

"No." he whispered, his lips grazing my ear.

"What do you mean, 'No'? It wasn't a question."

I was trying to sound angry, but it was hard trying to be upset when I could feel his hand sliding up my thigh.

"Why do you keep fighting this? Even before we were together, you couldn't resist. I invited you out today because I knew you missed us. You were aching for me when I saw you. Admit it, after four years, you still feel the same way."

I thought about his words as his hand moved from my thigh to my stomach and pulled up my shirt. It was hard to think straight when he was this close to me, his teeth pulling at my earlobe. He was right, I couldn't resist him, the way he spoke, the way he knew the contours of my body and how he drove me crazy every time he touched me. The question was, did I feel the same way now as I did four years ago? If I didn't, then there was really no reason for me to have, left with him, or slapped him because it would have been meaningless sex earlier and I could have run away and hailed my own cab just now. But if I did, have feelings for him, I would just be pulling myself deeper into a situation I knew would end badly for just me, he would hurt me again, he would-

"Waldorf, don't think so much." he said, kissing me on the mouth and unbuttoning my shirt halfway.

Doing exactly what he'd said, I lifted my hand and reached for the belt on his pants. It was something I'd grown used to doing, a reflex, if you will. The moment my hand grasped his belt buckle, Chuck removed his lips from mine and tore my shirt off my body, flinging the remaining, fastened buttons across the seat. Smirking, I pushed him back onto the seat and climbed on top of him, placing one leg on either side of his body.

"You can't tell me you haven't missed this." he said as I worked on undoing his pants after I'd flung his belt behind me.

I didn't respond, I just kissed him and closed my eyes as I felt his tongue find its way into my mouth, which was a response in itself.

I felt the limo come to a stop and I glanced out of the window only to see that we were parked outside of my penthouse.

"Gotta go." I whispered, pulling my shirt back on and fastening the remaining buttons.

"No." he growled, pulling my face back to his.

Shaking my head, I pulled away and opened the door to climb out, but before I could leave, Chuck grabbed my wrist.

"I can't do this. We can't do this again." I said, yanking my wrist away. "Thanks for the ride."

As I walked past the doorman, making sure that my arms hid the missing buttons on the bottom of my blouse, I mentally patted my self on the back for avoiding what would have been a very bad situation.

I hit the call button for the elevator twice and tapped my foot impatiently as I waited. I just wanted to go home and lay down in my own bed, while simultaneously not thinking about Chuck and the problems that we had between us.

As I inserted my key into the door, I twisted the knob and walked inside. It was good to be home, today seemed like it had been so long and I was in need of a good massage. Besides that, I could feel a headache coming on, so I sat down on my soft white couch and rubbed my temples in small circles.

"I'm not doing this again." I chanted, closing my eyes. "I am not doing this again."

The pressure in my head didn't ease, but it didn't get worse either, so I took a deep breath to help my body relax. I was beginning to feel better, until I heard a knock at the door.

Sighing, I got up from the couch and opened the door, only to see, who else, Chuck. The moment my mind had gone back to being at least semi-normal, he showed up. Did he have a pager or something to let him know the worst possible times to come and "visit"?

"What?" I moaned, shifting my weight to the right side of my body. "Chuck, aren't you done trying to ruin my day? After our argument earlier, I thought we'd pretty much cleared things up, not to mention the talk we had fifteen minutes ago."

"I don't take no for an answer." he said, then stepped forward and kissed me.

I tried to fight him, tried to push him away, but my body wasn't listening to what my brain was telling it to do. Instead of kicking him in the shins, like I should have, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kicked the door closed behind him. Instead of slapping him again, like I should have, I unwrapped his scarf from around his neck and slid my hands underneath his jacket. Instead of kicking him out, like I should have, I led him to my bedroom and the two of us tumbled onto the bed.

"Why do you keep avoiding me?" he asked as he ripped open my shirt again, sending the buttons that were left, flying onto the floor. I'd yell at him later for destroying my wardrobe.

"Because we're bad for each other." I breathed, feeling him reach behind me and unhook my bra.

"You think so?"

"I know so." I moaned as he took one pert nipple into his mouth.

"It'll be different this time, I promise." he said, bringing his lips back to mine.

Again, I sank deeper and deeper into the quicksand that was Chuck Bass. I was in too far this time and if problems arose, I doubted that I'd escape unscathed, if I could escape at all.

But I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind, I thought instead of the feel of Chuck's body on mine, how good it felt as he pounded into me again and again and how the mysterious pressure in the back of my head was suddenly going away.