A/N: Hey everyone... sorry it's been so long since I updated! I was working on my other story, the Shower, and then I was having trouble coming up with new situations to put these two in. But the crushingly depressing end of the most recent episode (why didn't he just say he loved her in the elevator?! why?!) left me in desperate need of some CB love, so I was finally inspired to write this! Hope you enjoy it :) Please review!

Chapter 12

It was a Wednesday afternoon, and Chuck was seated in his bedroom, scotch in hand, glaring at the U.S. History textbook lying closed on his desk. He had a test on the Civil War tomorrow, and although he generally didn't give tests (or any other schoolwork, for that matter) a second thought, he had promised his father that he would make an effort to do better in school. The problem was, he hadn't done his own homework since 5th grade, and so he had no idea how to go about preparing for a test. Fortunately, his overachieving girlfriend had plenty of experience, and she was on her way over now to help him.

"Hi!" Blair said, striding into the room and closing the door behind her. She looked gorgeous as usual, dressed in a pleated navy blue skirt, a white blouse, and white tights. Her hair was held back with a bow-adorned red headband, and she had red pumps on her feet.

"Hello," Chuck replied, looking her up and down appreciatively.

"How's the studying going?" she asked, seating herself on his lap and giving him a quick kiss.

"It's not," he answered honestly, taking a sip of his scotch.

"Chuck!" Blair cried, grabbing the scotch out of his hand and placing it on his desk. "You promised your father you would work harder!"

"Yes, well, we both know I prefer getting hard to working hard," he said arrogantly. He reached for the scotch, but Blair slapped his hand away.

"I'd noticed," Blair said, a small smile playing across her lips. "But that's not the point. I know you can do this. Come on. I'll help you."

She was looking at him pleadingly, but he remained unconvinced. "I can think of plenty of better things to do with my time," he said, placing a hand on her thigh. "Like you, for instance."

"No!" Blair said disapprovingly, yanking his hand away. "I'm not doing anything with you until you're done studying," she announced, giving him a so-there look.

Chuck raised his eyebrows in a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "You're kidding."

"Nope." She looked determined.

"Dammit Blair, that's not fair! I don't even know where to begin!" he whined, staring forlornly at his textbook.

As she watched him sympathetically, an idea suddenly occurred to her. "Alright, I have a suggestion," she said, turning his face so that he was looking at her.

"I'm listening."

"How about we play a little game? I'll quiz you on the Civil War, and every time you get a question right, I remove an article of clothing."

"I like the sound of this game," Chuck said, leaning forward to kiss her.

"But," she continued, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him away, "if you answer incorrectly, I put something back on."

"How about we don't include that part?"

"No, those are the rules. Take it or leave it."

"Fine," he sighed.

"Good!" Blair said happily. "Before we start, I want to show you something." She unhooked the first few buttons of her blouse and tugged the material aside just enough to offer him a glimpse of a red bra. He swallowed, then watched with disappointment as she refastened the buttons. Pressing her lips to his ear, she purred, "I thought that might motivate you to try your best." He nodded numbly in agreement.

Blair stood up and walked a few steps forward to seat herself on Chuck's bed. She thought it was best not to distract him by sitting on his lap, although he was already completely distracted by fantasies of ripping that red bra off of her with his teeth. "Chuck?" she said. He was staring blankly ahead, a dazed expression on his face. "Chuck! Focus!" He seemed to snap out of his reverie at the sharp tone of her voice.

"Okay, fine," he said grudgingly. Only the prospect of Blair wearing absolutely nothing had convinced him to study. The woman had an unhealthy amount of power over him, and the sad thing was, he didn't even care. She was definitely worth it.

Blair smiled, satisfied (but not at all surprised) that she could seduce him into complying. "Okay, let's start with something basic. What were the years of the Civil War?"

"1861 to 1865," Chuck answered quickly. Even he knew that.

"Very good," she said approvingly, reaching up and pulling her headband out of her hair.

"Oh come on, that doesn't count as an article of clothing!" Chuck said grumpily.

"My game, my rules," Blair reminded him, and he responded to her smirk with a glare. "Now tell me, who was the president of the Union during the war, and who was the president of the Confederacy?"

"That's two questions," he complained, but Blair just threw him a dirty look and said nothing. "Fine. Abraham Lincoln and Jefferson Davis."

Blair smiled and kicked off both of her shoes. "Since, as you so observantly pointed out, that was two questions." Chuck grinned at her appreciatively.

Half an hour later, Blair was seated on Chuck's bed wearing only her matching red bra and panties, having undressed and redressed several times already. They had covered the secession, slavery, and the start of the war, but Chuck was still having some trouble keeping track of all the different military plans and battles. Although Blair's lack of clothing was certainly a good motivator, it was definitely not helping him focus.

"Okay, if you get this one right, I'll let you take off my bra yourself," Blair said, smiling enticingly. Chuck gulped and did his best to keep his attention on the Civil War. "What was the Anaconda plan?"

"It was the Union's plan to create a naval blockade of Southern ports," he answered eagerly. "You know Blair, I wouldn't mind blockading your Southern ports," he added with a smirk. It was a tacky line, but he couldn't resist.

"You're disgusting," Blair said, but she giggled. "What was the point of the blockade?"

"To hurt the Confederate economy."

"Perfect," she said proudly. "Get over here." Chuck leapt out of his seat and hurried over to her. Sitting down on the bed next to her, he slid his hand over her waist and up her back, relishing the feel of her warm skin beneath his fingers. She shivered slightly as he unhooked her bra, took one of the straps in his teeth, and pulled it away. Placing a kiss on her shoulder, he reached hopefully for her breasts, but she grabbed his hands and stopped him. "Not so fast, buddy. We still have a lot more studying to do." Chuck sighed deeply and returned to his desk chair. "Now, tell me about what was going on in the West."

Another half hour later, Blair's bra had been put back on and removed three more times as they made their way through important battles and the finer points of the Union and Confederate strategies. As much as he hated to admit it, Chuck found that the war actually kind of interested him. Of course, his enthusiasm for learning about it had been increased tenfold by the presence of a nearly naked girl on his bed. "Come on Chuck, look how close you are," Blair purred, playing with the waistband of her panties. "Give me an overview of Gettysburg and these come off."

Chuck had been semi-hard ever since her blouse had come off for the first time 45 minutes ago, but the sight of her on his bed wearing only her panties had given him a full-on and increasingly painful erection. Gettysburg, he thought to himself. Little Round Top, Pickett's Charge, Joshua Chamberlain. Surprised by how much he remembered, he launched into an explanation of the battle.

"Good boy. I'm impressed," Blair said when she had finished. Enjoying the look of pure lust that was burning in Chuck's eyes, she reached down and slowly pulled off her panties, letting them fall to the floor at her feet. "Now tell me about how the war ended, and maybe I'll let you touch me."

Chuck groaned and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the erection pressing against his pants. He wracked his brain for information about how the war had ended, but he couldn't come up with much. Honestly, how did she expect him to be able to discuss the end of the Civil War while she was lying on his bed completely naked?

"Come on Chuck, I'm getting impatient," she murmured, gazing at him seductively as she spread her legs apart to reveal her already wet pussy. Chuck's mouth literally fell open, and any facts about the Civil War that may have been lingering in his brain were immediately forgotten. The only thing on his mind right now was Blair, and the knowledge that he needed to fuck her as soon as humanly possible. "Well? she snapped, bringing him back to reality.

"I can't remember," Chuck groaned.

Blair sighed in frustration. She had spent the last half hour eyeing his growing erection greedily, and she was aching to feel his huge dick inside of her. "Fine," she huffed. "I'll just have to take care of it myself." Watching with satisfaction as Chuck's eyes widened, she trailed a finger down her stomach and slid it inside of her pussy, letting out a gasp as she did so. She slowly began kneading her breast with her other hand as she found her clit and stroked it, letting out soft moans.

Chuck didn't think he had ever been so turned on in his entire life. He swore his erection was going to make his pants rip any second now. He needed to fuck her. Right now. He practically flew out of his seat, and seconds later, he was kneeling on the ground before her, looking up at her pleadingly. Blair continued to pleasure herself as she looked down at him in amusement, trying not to think too much about how that bulge in his pants would feel buried inside of her. What she was doing to herself felt good, but nothing compared to Chuck. Fuck. Why couldn't he answer the damn question and put them both out of their agony?

"How about we just put this study session on hold for a little?" Chuck begged. "Please Blair, I can't take this anymore." He had started rubbing himself through his pants in an effort to ease the aching in his groin. Blair licked her lips unconsciously as she watched him, and he knew he almost had her. Suddenly, he switched his strategy. "Come on, Blair," he breathed, placing his hands on her knees and running them up her thighs. "You know my fingers will feel so much better than yours in that tight, wet pussy."

Blair cursed herself as her heart began to pound faster and her breathing sped up. "Not until you answer the question," she said defiantly, but her resolve was weakening, and she knew he would take advantage of that. Basstard. He smirked that signature Chuck Bass smirk at her as he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, keeping her legs spread wide. She squirmed, her own fingers working faster as he began to leave light kisses on her inner thighs. "Stop it," she said weakly, but predictably, he didn't stop. Blair took a moment to compose herself before sitting up and grabbing him by his hair, forcing him to look at her. "Come on, baby, we're so close," she said. Glaring at her, Chuck stood up and seated himself on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm really fucking close," he snarled, gazing down at the bulge in his pants.

Blair placed a hand on his crotch and started to stroke him gently as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "One more question, and I'm yours." And with that, Chuck snapped.

"You're already mine," he growled, his hands flying to her body as he pushed her further down on to the bed. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue plunging into her mouth as his hands glided all over her body. All thoughts of resistance completely gone from her mind, Blair responded eagerly, arching her back off the bed so that she could wrap her legs around him and press her wetness against his clothed erection. He groaned into her mouth and reached down to fumble with his belt buckle. Her hands flew to his aid, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his fly at an impressive speed. Chuck nearly died as her hand slid into his boxers and closed around his dick, pulling it out and positioning it at her entrance. Well past the time for teasing, he slammed himself into her immediately, causing her to cry out in ecstasy.

All semblance of self-control completely vanished as he pounded into her over and over again. He sucked on her neck hungrily and she writhed beneath him, her fingernails digging into his back. "Chuck!" Blair moaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed as her orgasm washed over her. He emptied himself inside of her seconds later, grunting and breathing heavily as he collapsed on top of her. "Oh my God..." Blair breathed.

"We should prepare for tests more often," Chuck murmured against her throat.

"Absolutely," Blair laughed. Who knew studying could be such a turn on?