Chapter 7

Hi, this is the seventh chapter. So, yeah. Anyway, a person told me she wanted more Bluck scenes. So, here you go! Hope you all like it. Reveiw for the good of mankind. Lolzzz.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

This night was no different from other nights. Get a drink, pay a stripper, stare at slippers while smoking a joint. Well, at least it started out that way.

Chuck Bass put on his dress shirt, polished his shoes, and buckled his belt. He needed to end this once and for all with Blair. Slipping on his Salvatore Ferragamo shoes, he stalked out of his suite. Arriving there for the second time in two weeks, he greeted Dorota with a smirk, who preceded to tsk at him, and reluctantly call Blair. And for the second time in two weeks, Blair trailed down that long marble staircase of hers, the blue topaz necklace resting against her collarbone, her new dress swaying around her legs, and a pair of suede, slate grey, Michael Kors pump on her feet. Smiling devilishly, Blair opened her Guerlain covered mouth.

"Come back for more? Might as well leave now, 'cause you're not getting any." Blair innocently smiled-or tried to.

Chuck laughed. "No, I'm here to end it, on a good note." He walked closer to her. Although the lights were too bright for his taste, and Dorota was a mere distance away, Chuck and Blair couldn't help but feel the tension engulfing them. Both of them waited, seeing who would take the next step. When Blair hesitated-as always-Chuck rolled his eyes, and leaned in for a kiss.

She gave him one.

And then another.

And yet another one.

In Chuck's own twisted mind, his heaven had smoke machines, with a drinking bar and girls lounging around. But still, it was his heaven, and right now, kissing Blair, he was in it.

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They both lay there, with the afterglow of their, um, ruffling the sheets. Chuck's skin was clammy, and stuck to the sheets. Blair stared everywhere but him, her lips unnaturally dry. Of course, it wasn't her fault. She would always remember to moisturize her lips before going to sleep, and one of the things she would do is moisturize them when she got up. She could not be held responsible for Chuck's amazing kissing abilities. This was the problem they faced yet again. What they would do after they were…well, done. It was rather awkward, and by that time, depending on whose house it was, one of them would leave first. But of course, Chuck had to annoy her before he did.

"So, who should I tell this time?" He said hoarsely, the way he always sounded. Not at all the silky voice that poured harmonious nothings in women's' ears, it was slightly scratchy, the hormones still working up a storm. It made Blair shiver, but her brain told her not to. Instead, she changed the subject.

"You said you wanted to end this, on a good note. You did, so leave. Now." Blair gritted her teeth, quickly fixing her hair. Wrapping the goose feather duvet around her body, she quickly started to fetch her clothing. Chuck watched her with lust-filled eyes.

He attempted to clear his throat. "No." he said. The word stopped Blair in her tracks. She moved a while later, letting the duvet collect around her ankles, showing her bare back and behind. Slipping on her silk bathrobe and tying it, she turned back around.

"Chuck. You have ruined my life. With your playing, and your meddling, it's better off for everyone if you just suddenly-oh, I don't know-fell off the face of the Earth?" Blair seethed.

Chuck laughed it off. She would always bitch about everything when she was bored, or had no one to criticize. One of her favorite subjects was him. He had learnt to plug his ears emotionally, so all he could focus on was her beautiful natural red lips. The way they pressed together and fell apart with every word she uttered. Of course, he would prefer that the foul words escaping from her mouth weren't about him, but he would take every chance he got to look at her in scrutiny. Her skin was smooth, not a mole or pimple everywhere. It looks like it was airbrushed, but then again, she always maintained her good looks. Her brown hair was in clumps from sweat and fingers combing through it raggedly. Still, it managed to look like a sash, a soft curtain. He turned away before the urge to pull her to him took over.

"Chuck, get out!" Blair's piercing screams penetrated his bubble. He looked at her one more time, and decided that now would be a good time to leave. Slowly, he got up from the bed, and got dressed, all the while with his back towards her. It was her turn to watch him. His physical activities were limited, because he didn't want to take off his scarf, so there were no visible muscles anywhere. His skin was freakishly pale, just like hers, although however much she wanted a tan, she couldn't acquire one like Serena's, where she would come back a beautiful bronze, some streaks in her hair almost white from the sun, freckles that looked absolutely adorable on her, but hideous on Blair. She didn't really pay attention to his whole body before, but now that she did, she found that he himself had small freckles on his shoulders and back. His fingers skillfully buttoned up every button, and tied every string. Running a hand through his hair, he stood up, and faced her. Although he wouldn't admit it, he felt sorry, for both of them, that it wasn't fun anymore, to play this game. It was just…childish.

"Well, Blair. Goodnight." He peered over her shoulder to see the clock. 12:03am. "I mean, good morning." He strolled over to her, careful not to show any emotion that would be held against him later, and pecked at the corner of her mouth. She closed her eyes. His scent soothed her. She realized that she had never been held by him before, not like Nate did to her. Things between Blair and Chuck were never intimate, although in Chuck's mind, he sometimes wanted it to be. Nobody had ever held him before, so the only thing he could settle for was to give that feeling to someone else. It was only fair to give it to Blair. He…well, he. Um…liked her. Just a little bit, easily swiped away with a stomp to the foot. But every time it would creep out unexpectedly, like when she rubbed her neck after an excruciating Latin class, or when she laughed at his jokes, or when she would seek him for help.

As he turned away, he smiled. He…kind of loved her. Just a little bit. He almost stopped at the doorway, but he knew she wanted to be left alone. So he would let her. He closed the door, and walked a few steps, just to make her think he had left. But, he sunk down against the wall, and hung his head. He was tired, happy, slightly punch drunk, and sad at the same time. He forced himself to get up, and walked down the steps for real this time. Would he never talk to Blair like he did ever again? He said he was finished. But he didn't want to be. Chuck wanted to kiss her, and hold her, and do all the things Nate did, and make her want to spend time with someone like him. He didn't want to be Chuck Bass.

When he thought that last thought, he knew he had to disappear for a few days.

Where to?

A/N~ So, I hope you liked it! This was longer than usual, which makes me kinda happy. If you don't reveiw, you DON'T CARE.

Fashion

I try to incorporate fashion into my stories because it is so important to the series. Unfortunately, the links don't work, so if you want to see what I've chosen, follow my lead!

Chuck's shoes: Go to bergdorfgoodmandotcom, and click on Men's Store. Then click on shoes-lace up and search for the one titled Salvatore Ferragamo Loriano Lace Up.

Blair's shoes: Go to the same website, and search up Michael Kors pumps. Click on the gray ones.

BTW-Guerlain is just a makeup company, like Loreal or Maybelline.