CHAPTER 2

Chuck woke up to the scent of lavender. He opened his eyes to realize that his face was in Blair's hair while his arm was around her, spooning her. Blair rolled over and rested her chin on Chuck's chest. He stroked her hair as her eyes fluttered open. Blair looked up at Chuck, smiled, and then whispered, "Hi."

"Hi." Chuck leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. He looked around to see where they were. Blue walls; silk sheets; the scent of sweet perfume; they were definitely in Blair's room. Chuck inhaled deeply and exhaled softly. He turned to Blair again and smiled. "Round two?"

Blair smiled then scoffed. "You have to ask?"

Chuck kissed her again. He rolled over so that he was on top of Blair and began to kiss her neck. He'd kiss, suck, and bite gently as Blair gripped onto his hair, moaning in pleasure. When he started to do the same to her shoulder, they heard a small ring. Chuck paused for a moment, shrugged, then continued what he was doing. When they heard the ring again, Blair sighed in annoyance as her arms flopped flat by her sides on the bed. Chuck rested his head on hers, sighed, and mumbled, "Damn it." He gave her a quick peck on the lips then reached over the bed for his pants. He got his phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller I.D.

He rested on his side to the left of Blair as she rested her left hand on his right shoulder. "Who is it?" Blair asked.

Chuck sighed. "Nate."

"Oh." Blair remarked.

He looked at her. "Should I answer it?"

Blair sighed. "Why not?"

Chuck stared at the phone for a moment. Then, he answered it. "Hello?"

"Chuck! Hey, it's me."

"I figured as much since the caller I.D. said 'Nate'."

Nate laughed on the other end. "Hey, man, wanna hang out?"

Chuck looked at Blair, who smiled at him softly. "Sorry, Nathaniel. But I have...an urgent matter that desires my attention at the moment."

Blair's smile widened as there was silence on the other end of the line. "Wait...Chuck do you have a girl with you?"

"As a matter of fact I do."

"Well...how good is she?"

Chuck smiled. "Let's just say that she does things that men like us love but normal women would think is gross." Blair looked up at the ceiling and laughed softly.

"C'mon, man. You've got to give me more than that."

"Okay. Well, she does this thing where she takes her tongue and sticks it-" Blair swatted his chest as she glared at him and mouthed the words: "Don't you dare". Chuck cleared his throat and continued, "That's not important. So, I'm not sure if I can hang out at the time being." Blair made a gesture with her hand saying that she needed to talk to him for a moment. "Hold on a second." Chuck covered up the hole you talk into with his thumb and whispered, "What?"

"I have to meet with the New York Times, so you can go ahead and meet up with him." she whispered.

Chuck whispered back seductively, "But what about that urgent matter that desires my attention?"

Blair smiled and whispered, "It can always receive your attention tonight after the debutante ball. We can sneak up to your suite after Nate leaves." Blair put her hand on Chuck's left cheek and kissed him.

Chuck smiled and got back on the phone. "Change of plans, Archibald. I'll meet you at the Palace in twenty minutes."

"Um...ok. See you in twenty."

Chuck hung up the phone and kissed Blair. "Mmm...what are you doing, Bass?"

Chuck whispered against her lips, "You should know by now, Blair, that I can be very quick." He kissed her again. "Remember last week at school in the costumes closet?"

Blair smiled at the memory but then quickly said, "But I really do have an interview with the New York Times so I have to go get ready!"

Chuck groaned and stated between kisses, "Blair...five minutes...is all...I...need."

Blair playfully pushed him off her and held the sheet to her body as she walked to her closet. Chuck put his elbow on the bed and rested the side of his head on his palm as he watched her dress. After she finished dressing, Blair leaned against the door frame, arms crossed and left eyebrow raised.

Chuck sighed. "Fine. I'll get dressed." He pulled off the covers and collected his clothes off the ground. After he dressed he waltzed over to Blair, in the same position as before but minus the raised eyebrow, and whispered against her lips," See you later, lover." Then kissed her.

"Mmm..." Blair moaned as he backed his face away. "You calling me 'lover' makes me feel very dirty." she teased seductively.

Chuck groaned as Blair laughed. "Don't even joke about that, Waldorf. Keep doing that and I may never leave." He kissed her again before whispering, "Bye."

"Bye." Blair replied. Chuck left Blair's room and looked around, as not to be caught by Eleanor, who probably got in late last night and, as he heard from Blair, is a light sleeper. Blair's mother didn't always look it, but sometimes she could be very scary and very intimidating. He quickly raced down the stairs, got in the elevator, and descended to the bottom floor.

Chuck approached Nate in front of the Palace hotel and asked, "So what did you want to talk to me about?"

Nate stood there with furrowed, confused eyebrows. "No, man. I just wanted to hang out."

As they walked inside, Chuck replied "Nathaniel, the only time you just want to 'hang out' is when something's bothering you. Now, are you going to spill it on your own or do I have to tip you over?"

Nate sighed. "It's just...Blair."

Chuck rolled his eyes and sarcastically said, "I'm shocked."

Nate slapped Chuck's shoulder with the back of his hand lightly. "I'm serious, man." Chuck leaned against a wall as Nate explained, "I just don't get it. I organized everything the way she likes it. I even made sure my bowtie matched her dress."

Chuck sighed. "Like the book says: She's Just Not That Into You."

"I have to find out if she's seeing someone. It's killing me." Nate glanced over at Chuck. "You two are still pretty close, right?"

Chuck rested his head back against the wall and had a short flash back of the previous night...

Blair told him that her mother wouldn't be home for hours and that they'd have the whole apartment to themselves. Chuck exited the elevator, a bouquet of pink peonies in hand. Blair was standing with her back to him, flipping through a magazine by the small coffee table by the staircase. He stood there for a moment in admiration. Her skirt was short enough to tease you about what was under while revealing nothing. She knew how to torture him.

Chuck walked quietly up to Blair, as silent as an animal hunting its prey. Blair jumped a little when he wrapped his arms around her waist and began to kiss the crook of her neck. "Mmm, Blair, we must stop meeting like this," he teased.

She tilted her head to the left a bit, exposing more skin for Chuck to kiss as she replied, "It's about time you got here."

He rested his chin on Blair's shoulder and looked at her saying, "Well I had to make a quick stop along the way." Chuck raised up the hand holding the peonies as Blair inhaled quickly at the sight of them.

Blair snatched them out of his hands. "Chuck Bass bringing a girl flowers?" She turned around to face him. "She must be some special girl."

Chuck smiled. "An amazing girl." Blair put down the peonies, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Chuck continued between kisses," She's...very sexy."

"Mmm...go on." Blair continued to kiss him.

"She makes you...crazy...but in a good way. Plus...she is...extraordinary in bed."

Blair leaned back and teased, "So what is she, just another girl you fool around with because she's good in bed?"

"Not good, extraordinary." Blair smiled with her right eyebrow raised. Chuck smiled back. "And to answer your question...no." He gave Blair a long, sweet kiss and then backed his head away. "Absolutely not."

Blair bit her lip and smiled as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. They kissed again while backing up toward the stairs. As they slowly got to her room, Blair began to rip the clothes off of Chuck's body. As soon as Blair was in her underwear and bra and Chuck in his boxers with half the buttons on his shirt undone, they fell back onto her bed with there hand all over each other's body in complete bliss.

Chuck snapped back into reality as fast as he snapped out of it. "Um...yah."

"Can you find out who she's seeing?"

"Me?"

"Yes! Come on man, who better?" Nate begged.

Chuck smiled, remembering every single place on his body that Blair touched and kissed last night. "Who better indeed…"

"Oh, actually I'm not going with the prince anymore. I'm going with Nate Archibald. Given our history it was only right. He is a perfect gentleman; a perfect date." Chuck heard Blair tell the New York Times reporter as the elevator doors opened.

Chuck walked up to the man and introduced himself, "Chuck Bass."

As they shook hands the reporter said, "Hi, John Mabery. New York Times."

"I would just like to say how proud I am of Miss Waldorf and her commitment to Mr. Archibald." Chuck put his hand behind her back while Blair smiled at the reporter. "Even thought he ruined her 17th birthday and slept with-" Blair's smile quickly faded as she stomped on his foot subtly to shut him up.

"Thank you! That was great, right?" Blair quickly interjected.

As the reporter headed toward the elevator he said, "Take care."

"Alright." she gave a little wave. "Have a good one." Blair glared at Chuck as soon as the elevator doors shut. "What was that?"

Chuck glared back. "I should ask you the same question. Perfect gentleman? Perfect date? That broken record was a hit last year. Get with the times, he bores you." He slowly got into Blair's face until she pushed him back.

"You almost made a fool of me in front of the New York Times! Which proves my very point: you can't be trusted. Nate is a gentleman. He would never cause a scene!"

Chuck got into Blair's face again while seductively saying, "Never get your blood going either."

Blair pushed him away. "Oh, will you please just stop it! Why are you so upset about Nate anyway? He's not the one I'm sleeping with!"

Chuck scoffed. "Oh, well excuse me for getting mad about how my girlfriend is being escorted by my best friend and calling him a perfect date!"

Blair was about to retort but froze. "What was that?"

Still angry, Chuck asked, "What was what?"

A smile crept onto Blair's face. "Did you just call me your girlfriend?"

This time, Chuck froze. He looked up at her with furrowed eyebrows and said, "No."

Her smile widened. "You did! You called me your girlfriend!"

Chuck rolled his eyes. "You're imagining things, Waldorf." He turned to leave but Blair grabbed arm and pulled him in for a kiss.

After making out for a bit, Chuck sighed. "Fine. I...may have called you my...you know-"

"Girlfriend?"

"Yah."

"So...we haven't really discussed this have we?"

"No, we haven't."

Blair looked at her feet then up at Chuck. "Does this mean that you...want to be my boyfriend?"

Chuck kissed her. "Blair, anyone who doesn't want to be your boyfriend is criminally insane."

Blair laughed. "Is that a yes, Bass?"

Chuck smiled and sighed. "Yes." He put both of his hands on her face and kissed her. They began to move their hands all over each other's body and move toward the staircase. Blair fell back and laid down on the stairs with Chuck on top of her.

"Mmm! I almost forgot!" Blair stopped kissing him but that just made Chuck start kissing her neck while running his hand up and down her leg and under her skirt. "Carter Baizen is on his way here!"

This made Chuck halt. He looked up at her and spat, "What the hell are you doing with Carter Baizen?"

"He left his jacket here yesterday at brunch. So unless you want Nate to find out about us from Carter Baizen, we'll have to just continue this later tonight."

Blair kissed him as he groaned. "Blair, you deprived me this morning and I am not willing to let that happen again. Plus, I can be very quick. How many times must I remind you of the costumes closet at school last week?"

"Chuck!"

He sighed. "Fine." Chuck got up then pulled Blair up. He kissed her again. A long, sweet, deep kiss to remind her of what she was turning down. "You owe me." he whispered against her lips.

"Big time." she whispered back, smiling.

As Chuck got into the elevator, he thought about what Nate asked him to do. Then, he thought about Carter Baizen coming over to pick up his jacket. And how convenient that must look. As fast as a light bulb turning on, an idea sprung to life in Chuck's brain. And when Chuck Bass gets an idea and goes through with it, there is always someone who gets hurt in the process. But the question is...who will it be this time?

okay, so i know its been FOEVER since the first chapter but with star testing, i haven't been able to get to a computer in sooo long with all the studying (plus mother's day....how did everyone show their mom their appreciation? my family went to watch Iron Man 2 which was epic btw! yah, i'm pretty much in love with Robert Downey Jr.) but, i have FINALLY found time and have presented to you a, hopefully, worthy chapter! i have already completed writing the third chapter and am beginning to write the fourth. all i need to do with the third is type it (which is why it took forever to get this chapter up)....so i hope you enjoyed it and please, if you can, find the time to write a review cz all of you reviews are read and appreciated! Thank you and until next time!

- mmstheactress