A/N: A lot of you have been saying how much potential you think this story has & you can't wait for more chapters, etc. While I am extremely flattered, I just thought I'd remind you all that this story really is only a 2-shot. This "chapter" now is just the epilogue because I really felt like we needed the morning after. XD Sometime in the future I do want to write a fic that is that week or so that they had their secret affair, but I really can't afford another multi-chap right now – and I know I've said that before, heh, but I'm really not going to give in this time *very sure* – so you'll just have to accept it and go explore my other stories instead. Lol. Please review! =D

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Epilogue…

Her eyes fluttered open and reality smacking her in the face without so much as a warning or a moment to gather her thoughts.It hadn't been a dream. It wasn't the middle of the night and she wasn't still in her bathroom wasting her life away via masturbation. She was in bed, under the covers, with Chuck Bass. She'd slept with him – again. The thought was almost nauseating except that it felt so good. So right. She couldn't even explain it. He'd slept with her three times. Three. And he still managed to keep coming back for more. It made her feel extremely attractive that she'd caused him to do a double-triple take on a girl he'd already slept with. Sure, they'd known each other for years, but she was pretty certain if the same thing had happened with Serena all he'd have was a smug smile on his face and then he'd move on with his life.

It occurred to her that maybe she just slap him and demand he leave. Just before she'd succumbed to him completely some hours earlier she'd been very willing to say yes to whatever he asked of her. She liked getting him all riled up sexually, because it got her all riled up too. She was a selfish bitch and he was a manipulative bastard and she was realizing very quickly that that resulted in the most extreme hotness in bed. It wasn't as if she had anything to compare it to, of course. But she'd never seen him like this, not in this way, not with her. And she'd never felt this way, so horny, so in need of him. The war in her mind was lessening the more she thought about it. Her horny little freshly awakened body was in sex overdrive, especially around him. The thing that worried her most now was not that participating in an "affair" with him would completely diminish not only her reputation but her "devotion" to Nate post-break-up. It was the fact that she was scared to be vulnerable with him. She was hardly vulnerable with anyone, Serena usually being the exception. And since Chuck was so sexually experienced, it made her even more nervous.

"If you're thinking about kicking me out, remember that I still have your panties in my possession," he mumbled into the pillow. Her eyes widened at the comment and she realized for the first time that his arm was draped across her waist. He was holding her – practically. "You left them in my limo when we…" He yawned, cutting his sentence short. She cursed herself for finding it cute. She bet if he lifted his head up his hair would be tousled in all different directions. She bet that would be adorable too. "…the first time," he finished, snuggling his face deeper into the silk pillow.

Adorable? Chuck Bass? Blair, you're delusional. Get a hold of yourself.

He opened one eye when she didn't say anything, and slow sly smirk appeared on his face.

"Ah, so you are awake," he said smugly. Then his eyes glanced down beneath the covers and she felt extremely self-conscious. Because, well, to put it plainly, she wasn't wearing anything. One of her legs was also intertwined with one of his, she realized. She swallowed. "Are you ready to hear my proposal now?" he asked.

She blinked, as if she'd completely forgotten, or maybe because in her head she'd already said yes and he should have known that. Maybe he did know that though. He knew everything most often, and he had definitely known her when they'd gone to bed.

"What is it?" she asked. Oh, that was smooth.

"I think you know," he said, leaning towards her and breathing the words hotly into her ear before lingering far too long at the opening of her mouth. A chill rippled throughout her entire body. She was far too intoxicated for not having a drop of alcohol. She could not let him control her like this. If he wanted to sleep with her on a regular basis, he had to fight for that privilege – and not by just seducing her continuously, because obviously she failed in resisting that.

She scoffed and pushed him away, sitting up abruptly and hiding her shock to having her naked self out from under the blankets – just barely. She flipped the covers off and picked up her clothes quickly, getting into them. She flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"You should leave," she said, walking across the room to grab her sheer silk robe and wrapping it around her. She tied the small little belt in a weak attempt to cover herself further. She'd felt his hungry gaze on her backside all the way over to her closet. He was leaning on his elbows now, watching her with a cross of amusement and intense calculation.

"Is that a yes or a no?" he asked, stifling the demand. She looked at him flippantly and grabbed his clothes from the floor, tossing them lightly to him.

"That's a leave now," she ordered, pointing to the closed door behind her. He appeared almost confused. She looked at him almost furious. He smiled a little and then climbed out of her bed. He slid into his boxers, but nothing else. Then he walked around the large bed and stopped directly in front of her. The look on her face practically demanded she place her hands on her hips. It was very deadly.

"What about my good-bye kiss?" he asked innocently, stepping closer to her. It was very hard to ignore the erection poking through his boxers against her stomach. She snapped out of her lust-filled haze long enough to narrow her eyebrows and get her hand up mid-air to slap him. He caught her wrist before it got to her face. "If I said I murdered the butterflies would that change your indecisiveness?"

His innocence was mind-blowing and very irritating. She was actually offended and opened her mouth to respond, curse him perhaps, definitely to call him an ass. "I am not indeci—" She moaned when he kissed her.

"You were saying?" he asked, breathing huskily against her lips. Because she was giving mixed signals that she was obviously trying to pass off as negative and angry, but he could see very easily between the lines. She grumbled briefly.

"I know what I want," she insisted, crossing her arms across her chest. He looked down at their placement briefly. She waited for him to look back up into her eyes.

"And what would that be?" he asked.

"For you to leave," she seethed, speaking slowly so as to emphasize every word. His smirk stretched farther up his face3.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked cockily. Her eyes were narrowed in on him, a neat pout forming on her lips. "Maybe you just want me gone until your fingers prove useless again?" he suggested. She opened her mouth again to retort but he silenced her with another scorching kiss. Despite her better judgment, her hands found their way into his very messy – as she'd known it would be – hair. They tightened abruptly when two of his fingers slipped into her core. She gasped and then moaned, slumping against him, her whole body tensing up as he pumped her where they stood. She purred against the side of his face as her arms slipped around his shoulders and her nails dug into his back. His smile was as cocky as ever and he slowly placed her on the bed again, his fingers continuing to move in and out of her. She arched up against him the more he continued.

"Chuck," she moaned.

"Here's my proposition," he said casually. She said nothing, too caught up in what he was doing like he'd known she would be. "Friends with benefits. You're hot, I'm hot, and for some bizarre reason I can't get enough of you. Seems like a good solution to me. For obvious reasons, no strings attached. You in?"

She was breathing heavily, trying to gain some kind of control. She grasped desperately at the plush comforter around her.

"Chuck," she cried out.

"Yes, precious?" he growled, his mouth making its way up to her collar bone and nibbling on her ivory skin. "Have you made your decision?"

"God, yes!"

He chuckled. "And what would that be?" he asked lightly, starting to lose some control himself. He stilled his pumping fingers and her eyes snapped open. She had been almost there. It was hardly nice of him to stop. Very quickly she gathered her thoughts together so he'd continue.

"A secret," she breathed roughly, nearly hyperventilating. "No one can find out, especially not Nate." Torturously, he started pumping her again, excruciatingly slowly. A wide grin spread across his face.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured against her. Then, he pulled away and stood up completely. She shot up at that, gawked at him as he gathered his clothing and proceeded to put the articles on. She looked at him in disbelief.

"I'll be leaving now," he said casually. "See you at brunch, Blair." He was two breaths away from the door before she pounced on him and shoved him back onto the bed. He looked up at her in amusement, but the lust in his eyes was unmistakable. Roughly she pulled his clothes back off and slipped the condom in his pants' pocket onto his large dick, the act shooting shivers all over her. She wasn't sure if she was performing the action right or even how to ride him properly – she'd only been on the bottom before. But the deadly heat had consumed her and her body was acting without her permission. He grasped her hips instinctively and that made her relax enough to gain the control she wanted. She hovered above him and then leaned her head down to kiss him. He accepted her supple lips greedily.

"Stay," she whispered huskily, sliding down onto him and almost screaming in the delight of it all. "Secret starts now." She rocked herself against him, indulging in the fluid movements of his hands on her hips.

"Well alright, if you insist," he said, smirking to his heart's content. His self control shattered with a groan then. He lost himself in her glorious body, her scent, how freshly not innocent she was because of him, and ignored the fluttering inside him. Because he didn't know what that meant and he'd told her he'd murdered them. So, they would be murdered. He wouldn't, in his twisted realm, find this transaction romantic.

Because they were Chuck and Blair. They were hot. Not destined.

The End.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed. =) And don't take any negative CB comments from Chuck seriously, just taking his state of mind from the time. Lol. LAST UPDATE OF ANYTHING THIS WEEK. Well, at least till Friday. Lol. Cause I HAVE to finish my projects, and I won't if I just write up every single thing that comes to mind. Lol. I hope to have GWK & HMftT done by the end of next week. *nod* =) Please review!