I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Also, this is probably over due but I know some of you are probably wondering what "Dulcius ex Asperis" means.. Well, it's latin for "through difficulty, sweetness". Anyway, I hope you enjoy and please continue with the reviews. I appreciate all of them.

Chapter Four – Bass' & Wine

Chuck took off her jacket from behind and nearly let out a moan when he saw Blair's porcelain skin glowing against the black silk. His eyes trailed down along her dress which narrowed to a close exactly at the dimple of her back. Chuck coughed awkwardly and noticed the victorious smile that graced Blair's ruby red lips.

"Shall we, Lover?" Chuck teased as he placed his hand against the small of her back; guiding her to their table.

Blair responded with a frown; struggling to keep the fluttering in her stomach at bay.

"Father," Chuck gestured his free hand towards Blair, "meet Blair Waldorf."

She shook Bart's hand firmly, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bass."

"The pleasure is all mine." Bart eyed Blair up and down before giving Chuck a pat on the back, "Please, take a seat you two."

They spent the first 20 minutes with the usual pleasantries and looking through the menu. Chuck would occasionally rub the nape of Blair's neck causing her to momentarily lose track of the current conversation. Her reaction always made Chuck smirk devilishly.

Once they had ordered, questions like "How's school?" and "Vacationing in the Hamptons this summer?" were being shot out. Blair always answered each question with great thought and care as if she never heard them before. It also didn't help that Chuck had just been quietly staring at her the entire time. His constant gaze made it difficult for Blair to concentrate.

"So, how long have you two been dating?" Bart continued with his questions.

"A little over a month." Chuck continued, beating Blair to the punch.

"Chuck pretty much begged me to be his girlfriend." Blair added nonchalantly.

Chuck let out a low laugh and ignored the lingering truth in Blair's statement.

"Is that the necklace my son bought you?"

Blair's fingers toyed with the diamond heart. "Yes, sir. It is." She was surprised that Chuck had told his father about her gift.

"Recently, she's been asking for something that involves a little more," His voice slowed as he lifted his left hand, "commitment."

Blair's eyes widened in horror. She wanted nothing more than to smack the smudge smile off Chuck's face.

Bart straightened himself in his seat. "To be honest, it seems a very soon to be thinking about that. You two should just focus on your studies for now." His tone was serious.

"I suppose you're right, Mr. Bass." Blair managed to say after she shook off the embarrassment. If this is how Chuck wanted to play she was more than happy to accommodate him.

Blair tilted her head slightly and smiled coldly at Chuck, "Would you pass me the rolls, Sweetie?" her tone was sickly sweet. She knew how much Chuck hated pet names.

Chuck's jaw tightened, "Anything for you, Dear."

She looked adoringly up at Chuck who eyed her suspiciously. "Do you remember when we watched Titanic, Baby? And you cried!" Blair began innocently, "He's such a softie!"

Chuck choked on his wine after registering what she had just said. Blair bit down on her lip to hold back the laughter. Even Bart couldn't hold back a little chuckle.

"Blair. Darling." Chuck warned.

Blair let out a dramatic sigh, "Oh, Chucky Bear!" she saw Chuck cringe at the corner of her eye. "Don't be embarrassed!" she cooed, before resting her head on his shoulder, fluttering her eyelashes.

Chuck stayed quiet for a moment, collecting his thoughts and dignity. He than began to ask his father how his business deal went that morning.

Blair took Chuck's sudden change in subject as a form of admitting defeat. She took a sip of her wine in triumph.

Still deep in conversation with his father, Chuck's hand slowly slithered up Blair's creamy thigh.

Blair let out a small gasp before quickly looking at Bart. Chuck's father was deep in conversation and completely oblivious that his son was molesting her under the table that very moment. Blair let out a sigh of relief before turning her head towards Chuck; her eyes were shooting rays of hatred at his direction.

Chuck ignored Blair's hateful gaze and continued to journey his hand up her dress. Despite the anger Blair radiated, she made no attempts to stop him. Chuck didn't understand why but it pleased him either way. He then began to gently knead her thigh, inching closer and closer to her sex. There was a sudden tightness in his pants as he felt the heat that was coming off her. From the corner of his eye he saw Blair tilt her head; that was enough assurance for him that she was enjoying this as much as he was. He felt Blair's legs widening for his touch. He obeyed without hesitation, smoothly running his fingers along her lace covered center. Chuck felt her wetness seeping through her La Perlas and he fought hard to look remotely interested to what his father was saying.

Blair couldn't fight back, she didn't want to fight back. Chuck knew exactly what she wanted, where she wanted. The slightest touch from him made Blair lose her mind. She couldn't believe she was going to get off during dinner.

Dinner.

Dinner with Chuck's father.

The thought instantly brought Blair to her feet, forcing Chuck's hand to retaliate, "Will you two excuse me?" Blair was slightly relieved seeing the oblivious expression on Bart's face. "I'm just going to go freshen up."

Chuck cursed under his breath when Blair "accidentally" elbowed his head as she made her way to the ladies room.

Blair haughtily walked away from the two men. She didn't know if could last the entire dinner. Chuck clearly had the upper hand and she hated being so helpless around him. Blair groaned in embarrassment, remembering what just had happened, or what almost happened back at their table. A part of her was angry Chuck and another (big) part was wildly turned-on. Before Blair could make it to the bathroom door she felt a hand grab her from behind. She took her time turning around, knowing exactly who she would be soon facing.

"Truce?" Chuck still had her hand in his.

Blair was annoyed the way her heart jumped from his touch. "Fine."

Chuck brushed one of her fallen curls to the side of her face and Blair sighed in defeat. He softly kissed her forehead before walking back to their table.