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Blair shut off the soothing warm water of her shower and winced when her body reached the cool bathroom air as she stepped out. She grabbed a plush, white towel from the rack and began to dry off.

"Shit," she muttered when she realized she had forgotten her clothes on her bed. She wrapped the towel around her torso and padded out of the bathroom into her connecting bedroom. She spotted them on the corner of her bed, and just when she dropped her towel to change, the door flew open, revealing Chuck Bass. Blair gasped and quickly bent down for the towel to cover her body.

"You don't have to do that," he replied with lustful eyes as he scanned her body and the areas the towel was not able to fully shield from his view.

"What?" she spat as she adjusted the towel to hang securely on her body. He ignored her question and stalked over to her. She felt like quivering from the intense look on his face, but she didn't move her feet from their firm spot on the floor.

Chuck reached out a strong arm and pulled her firmly against his chest; her partially wet body soaked his silk shirt, but he didn't seem to notice. He closed the miniscule distance between them with a searing kiss to her lips. Blair froze for a second, but she didn't pull away. She felt the hunger in his lips like he hadn't eaten for years and she was the only thing he wanted.

He eagerly pushed his tongue into her mouth like his life depended on it. She let him in with a low moan. He pushed her down onto the bed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as her legs came around his waste. For once in Blair's life, she didn't think. It felt right. Even if her mind was able to voice it's opposition, she doubted she was even capable of stopping herself now as she felt the heat pooling between her legs.

Chuck ripped the towel from her body and flung it across the room. He took a moment to lustfully stare at her body. His clothes were quickly shed in between kisses. Besides the many sounds of pleasure both Chuck and Blair were emitting neither spoke a word. Now was not the time; they had something more important to do.

"Please Chuck," she whispered. He filled her, and her eyes instinctively closed. Their bodies began to move in perfect sync, like they had been doing this for years.

"Blair!" he called out with pleasure. "Blair. Blair," he repeated in a different and serious tone.

Blair opened her eyes and gasped when she didn't see Chuck. Then she sighed, it was just a dream. More like a nightmare, she thought. She shuddered; she couldn't believe her real self or her dream self would ever willingly sleep with Chuck. Then again, she actually did do that…But she rationalized it was only one time.

"Blair." She heard it again. She turned her head and found Eleanor standing next to her bed. She flinched when she felt Eleanor's cold hand touching her bare arm.

"Mother, what are you doing here?" Blair screeched, as she slid down under the sheets and wrapped the warm covers around her body for comfort.

"We are going to be late for our appointment at Paulo's," Eleanor said through her pursed lips and strained face. It may have been 10 am on a Saturday, but they had to get in early appointments with their beloved hairdresser so they would be perfectly groomed for the Stein's Fundraiser Banquet that evening. Blair groaned at the thought of spending time with Eleanor today and the reminder of another boring society party she had to attend.

Without even waiting for a response, Eleanor turned on her polished heel and strutted out of the room leaving Blair's mind to wonder to thoughts of a naked Chuck.

Blair was still thinking about her dream when she stepped out of the limo that evening. She didn't want to admit to herself that she enjoyed it, so she tried to convince herself how disgusting it truly was. It wasn't working. She couldn't get her mind off the dreamt up image of Chuck peppering kisses along her abdomen.

Luckily, she didn't have to see Chuck today. They had already decided not to work on the project today and she knew he wouldn't be attending tonight's event. Sure, he must have been invited. Every prominent Upper East sider -parents and children- was invited. But the chances of him showing up were slim to none. He had already made it perfectly clear that night they fought that he wasn't interested in keeping up appearances. Interestingly, that was also the night they had sex Blair realized as her mind began to wander again. She sighed, why couldn't she get her mind off of Chuck Bass?

"Blair!" Serena called Blair over to a table of their friends all huddled in the corner, quietly gossiping to each other, admiring the boys, and rating the girls outfits.

Blair excused herself from a group of older women who had been chatting with her for far too long for Blair's liking. Blair smiled at her friends and sauntered over. She gave them each a hug, and they quickly caught her up with their conversation.

They were discussing the homecoming dance next weekend.

"Blair, have you found a date yet?"

"No," Blair replied, playing with her diamond bracelet. "I'm working on it."

"Good luck, B. Ohh! You and whoever your date is can take pictures with Nate and I!" Serena exclaimed.

"Nate asked you?" Blair asked, shocked Serena hadn't mentioned it before.

"Yes," Serena giggled happily.

Blair changed the topic after that. She didn't want to hear any more.

"Girls, I'll be right back," Blair excused herself later on that evening, as she stood up to go to the bathroom. Serena looked up at her and started to stand up to accompany Blair. "It's alright, S. Enjoy your martini. I'll only be gone a couple of minutes."

Blair made a beeline for the back hallway where she knew from years of attending banquets that there would be private bathrooms. She hated dirty, common public bathrooms.

Out of sight of the judging eyes, Blair relaxed. She took a deep breath of relief, and slowed her pace. As she walked, she began to study the beautiful paintings of the empty, ornate hallway. She was so busy looking at them that she didn't notice the object of her dreams walking down the same hallway, walking back from the bathroom where he had stopped before entering the party. He also specifically went to the private bathrooms; if only they knew how similar their personalities were.

"Oof," Blair said as she bumped right into him. She looked up from his chest, "Chuck?"

"Waldorf," he smirked down at her, trying to not let on how pleased he was to see her.

"What-What are you doing here?" she stuttered a little stunned.

"How could I miss the Stein's lovely fruit dish?" Chuck answered suavely. It's not like he was going to tell her the sole reason he came was to see her. He had to retain some dignity.

"I thought you didn't waste your time at these functions," she muttered bitterly.

"Changed my mind," he replied vaguely.

"Well, if you'll excuse me," Blair said as she started to walk down the hall, but Chuck blocked her and wouldn't let her pass.

"Bass," she said exasperated.

"I just got here, let's catch up," Chuck replied.

"Seriously Chuck? I'm not in the mood for this."

"What happened?" he asked concerned.

She paused, not really wanting to admit her feelings to him. He waited for her to speak. He wanted her to know that she could trust him.

"Nate asked Serena to Homecoming. I mean I guess I saw it coming. But it's still a shock. Last year, Serena had a new guy every week. And I'm sure tons of guys asked her to Homecoming. I wish my life was like that," Blair rattled on. Afterwards, she inwardly cursed herself for once again sharing too much with this motherchucker.

"Blair, you have absolutely nothing to be jealous of Serena. I know some things about Serena that would change your opinion of her."

"Really," Blair asked slyly, "Care to share, Bass?"

"Sure. If you go out with me."

"What?" Blair practically shouted.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Waldorf. It's one date. I promise to make it worth your while," he smirked.

"You have got to be kidding," Blair laughed dryly. "Oh my god. You're not."

"I'll make it easy for you. We can go now."

Blair paused, thinking about the hours of boredom left until the party ended. She'd probably have to feign interest in a bunch of boring conversations, avoid her mother, and try to pay attention to some dull speeches.

"Fine," she said, " But on one condition."

"Anything," Chuck smirked.

"This isn't a date. It's…It's a get together among friends."

"Whatever you say, Waldorf." And with that, he placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her towards the back door.

A/N: I hope you guys are still reading after my break! I'm sorry it took so long for this update. School has been hectic, but I'm already working on the next chapter :)

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