As Chuck finished his story of what really happened in St. Barths, I sat quietly on the couch, my once-folded arms now lying at my sides. I couldn't believe it, he'd told me calmly without stumbling over his words or glancing sideways. There was no sign that he was lying to me, but that was his way, the faces he made when he lied and when he told the truth were one in the same. But something inside me told me to believe him and that maybe, just maybe, he cared about me.

''So, that's what happened. Do you get it now?" he asked, leaning forward and looking at me.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Because you didn't want to talk, at all. Obviously, you've done some growing up. When I tried to explain to you what really happened, you threw a Manolo at me."

"I was really upset, then it got worse because I found the shoe and discovered I'd broken the heel when I threw it." I said, trying to hide my smile.

It was quiet between the two of us as I thought about how the fight had escalated to the point where I'd started to throw things. I was short tempered and young, obviously things had gotten out of hand and should have been handled better, but-

"So, what are you going to do?" Chuck asked, pulling me out of my memories.

"Me?" I questioned, looking at him in shock.

"Yes, you, Blair Waldorf. What are you going to do? I told you I'd let you decide what to make of the two of us after I told you what happened."

"I think we should be together." I said slowly, measuring each word carefully.

I watched his face for an emotion, any emotion that would give him away, but there was nothing. I was about to look at the floor, when suddenly, I saw the corner of his mouth turn upwards slightly. It was a smile that I recognized from high school. He hadn't changed one bit, the same Chuck that left nothing to chance was still in there.

"You planned this, didn't you? Everything, having sex with me, dragging me out of a bar, having sex with me. You are still the same ass from high school. You just wanted to me to think that all this was in my control, when really, it was all you." I said, a small smirk coming to my face. "That was very clever."

"Clever? Waldorf, admit it, it was fucking brilliant, and effective."

I thought for a moment, he was right, I had played into his trap every step of the way and to be honest, I'd enjoyed every moment of it. There was nothing hotter than feeling as though you were in control, then finding out that the person you thought you were playing was really playing you.

Before I could really register what had happened, I found myself straddling Chuck and pressing my mouth to his. I could feel his hand pulling at the strap on my silk chemise and the other running over the small of my back. In response, I moaned into his mouth and grasped the hairs on the back of his head, pulling his mouth away from mine.

"You didn't answer my question." I breathed.

"What question?"

"I asked you if you loved me."

My heart started to pound, even before I finished the statement. I had no idea what his answer would be and there I was, sitting on his lap, completely vulnerable. God, how did I keep getting myself into these situations? The ones where my heart was on the line and if things went south, I was the one getting hurt.

"Can we honestly sit here and say that we are two people in love and will stop hurting each other long enough to have a real relationship?" I asked, letting go of his hair and looking into his eyes. "Can we be at least semi-normal?"

"Yes." he said simply.

I wasn't sure if he was saying that we could be semi-normal, we would stop hurting each other or that he loved me. In my explanation, I had asked more questions and now he was answering one of them, I just had no idea which.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, to everything. I love you Blair Waldorf, always have, always will." he said, before placing his hand on the back of my neck and kissing me.

I tried, for a moment, to concentrate on what he'd said, but that proved to be difficult when Chuck flipped me onto my back and pushed the thin fabric of my chemise upward and over one breast. Instantly, I forgot what the topic of conversation was and what he'd just said, I just sat back, intentionally letting him take control. I felt his warm tongue flick gently over my nipple and I arched my back in pleasure.

"Mmmm." I moaned, biting my lip, unable to form an actual word.

One hand slid up my side, while the other toyed with the hem of my underwear, then yanked them down to my knees. My eyes rolled back into my head and my mouth opened in a silent 'O' of ecstasy when I felt his throbbing member brush against my moist opening. I didn't even remember him taking his boxers off, it was easy to blackout and forget things with Chuck's hands roaming over my body.

My breathing was coming out in half-moans as I felt him slide into me. I was feeling light headed and when Chuck moved slightly to re-adjust himself within me, I reached behind him and dug my nails into his back, knowing that I'd leave a mark. Looking down, Chuck smirked at me.

"Bastard-" I murmured before he claimed my mouth in another fierce kiss. He knew what he was doing, entering me, but not moving like I wanted him to, or like I knew he wanted to. Chuck was too good and it made me hate him.

"But you love me." he said, cutting the kiss short and thrusting into me.

"Yes." I gasped, surprised by the sudden movement.

It was more of a moan than a gasp, but he understood it all the same. He was right though, I did love him. After all our fighting, all our arguing, my shoe throwing and his games, I still loved him. I had always loved him, even though he was the most inconsiderate, womanizing, asshole I had ever stumbled upon, I took joy in knowing that he was my inconsiderate, womanizing, asshole.

"I knew it-"

"Shut up." I breathed, pulling his lips to mine.

We lay there, kissing for an immeasurable amount of time and I had to say, it was nice being with Chuck and actually being with Chuck. I had never been sure about his feelings when we were together all those years ago, I was just sure that I was absolutely in love with him and that was bad. He was cold and never seemed to care at the right times, but now, I could tell that he had grown into a man. Mind you, he was still Chuck Bass, he was still the same scheming, conniving, prick, but somehow better. The fact that he could sit down and tell me what happened, then tell me he loved me spoke volumes about how he'd changed.

Suddenly, Chuck's body froze and the kissing stopped, leaving me with a severely confused look on my face.

"Fuck." he said, pulling his upper body away from me.

"What?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"Condom."

Oh god, was that it? I thought it was something important or earth shattering, like he'd suddenly changed his mind about the whole 'I love you' thing. But it was a concern, however trivial, and I'd already taken care of it. In fact, I'd been taking care of it since I thought I was pregnant with his child in high school. Ever since then, I knew I couldn't trust myself to think clearly around Chuck, not even about condoms.

"I'm on the pill."

That threw everything back into motion, Chuck's lips were on mine, his hand was on my leg, wrapping each of them around his back, preparing me for what I knew was going to be mind-blowing sex. Without missing a beat, he pulled my chemise over my head and threw it on the floor, halfway across the room. Meanwhile, my wrists were trapped above my head, locked together in Chuck's larger hand, forcing me to be completely subservient. I was beneath him, waiting, and I didn't have to wait long. Pretty soon, he was thrusting into me at the delicious angle he'd created, hitting the perfect spot every single time. I could feel his warm breath on my shoulder as he pounded into me again and again, harder and harder with every thrust. I felt myself nearing the edge and when Chuck released my wrists, opting to place his hands on either side of my body, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, if that was possible.

"Chuck-" I panted, then toppled over the edge as my inner muscles clamped down around him.

He came shortly after and for a while, the two of us just lay there, him on top of me. My arms were still wrapped around his neck, holding him close to me, want to savor the moment. It wasn't until he spoke that I came out of my own thoughts of the future and doing this everyday.

"Waldorf," he breathed, turning to face me, obviously still trying to recover. "You still cease to amaze me."

"What?" I asked, loosening my grip.

"Even after all that happened, you started everything that put my plan into motion. When I asked you out to lunch, you could have said no."

Looking away, I smirked. Damn, I was hoping he wouldn't catch that.

"You planned on everything happening just like I did. You even planned on me telling you what happened in St. Barths four years ago." he smiled, pulling out of me and raising himself to look at me. "And you call me sneaky."

"I think I did a pretty good job, don't you? When I saw you on the street, I knew you'd seen me and I knew you'd have something up your sleeve, I just pretended to play along. I thought the slap was a nice touch."

"A little over-dramatic."

"So, it was your plan to get me to say 'I love you' and my plan to get you to say 'I love you'. Who won?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"We have all day to figure it out." he murmured, kissing me again.

Oh, come on, you didn't think I went into this blind did you? He's him and I'm me, you had to know that I had something up my sleeves. No? Oh, well, I'm not an idiot. I'm Blair Waldorf and he's Chuck Bass and we're destined to do this forever, because he loves me and I love him. So, let's call this one a draw... for now.