A/N: I'm actually surprised by how quickly I cranked this chapter out. It's another no-feelings sexcapade (well kind of), but I already know what I'm doing for the next chapter, and that one's going to be more fluffy. This was really fun to write though... So I watched the latest GG promos, and now apparently there aren't going to be new episodes until March 16! Why are they doing this to us?! Ugh I'm in serious withdrawal. I don't know what I would do without Fanfiction. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this. Please read and review!!!

Chapter 18

Blair was fuming. It was 8 o'clock at night on Valentine's Day, and she hadn't heard from Chuck all day. All fucking day. Not a visit, not a call, not even a text. The fucking douchebag. It was so typical Chuck to forget something like this - she probably should have expected it. But she had been hoping that he would surprise her, as he had continued to do these past few months they had been together, and plan something amazing. Apparently not. She was going to kill him.

She was raking a brush through her hair with unnecessary force when there was a soft knock on her door, followed by the appearance of Chuck. "Hey," he said casually.

"Hi," she replied stiffly. Then she sat and waited for him to throw himself on the ground and declare his undying love for her, before announcing the only reason he hadn't called her all day was because he had been planning a very special Valentine's Day surprise. Unfortunately, he did no such thing. And so she merely continued to sit there and stare at him, her eyes shooting daggers into his soul.

Chuck shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "What's gotten into you?" he asked in a rather rude tone.

"Nothing," she sniffed.

"Yeah right," he scoffed. "Why are you mad?"

"Can you honestly not think of any reason that I might be mad at you right now?" she said furiously.

He paused to think for a moment, then shook his head. "Nope."

"You are such an asshole," Blair spat, turning away from him.

"And why is that?" he said in an infuriatingly calm voice.

"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you. You can just leave."

"How about you just tell me what's wrong so I can fix it?" he said, walking towards her.

"No," she said stubbornly, getting up and walking over to her wardrobe, refusing to look at him.

"Come on Blair," he murmured, and she flinched as she felt is hot breath against her neck. He had closed the distance between them and was now standing directly behind her. She tried to spin around and push him away, but he caught her hips and held her so that her back was pressed against his chest.

"Let go of me, Chuck," she ordered, her tone dangerous.

"No," he said simply, holding her tighter. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."

"No."

"Tell me," he breathed, grinding his hips against her butt. Blair cursed herself as she felt the heat rising in her face.

"Get the fuck off of me, Chuck," she warned, elbowing him in the ribs. He gasped and let go of her, swearing.

"Fuck!" he yelped, clutching his ribs. He recovered quickly, grabbing her again and pulling her towards him with more force. "What the fuck is your deal?" he snarled.

She struggled against him, stomping on his foot, but to no avail. He had her arms pinned at her sides, and she wasn't strong enough to overpower him. "Basstard," she hissed.

"Bitch," he growled, cupping one hand over her breast as the other moved down to her thigh. He grabbed the hem of her slip and pulled it up roughly. His hand slid between her legs, centimeters away from where, in spite of how angry she was with him, she was already hot and waiting.

"Stop," she said, and he could hear a trace of pleading in her voice.

"You don't want me to stop," he growled against her neck. His fingers grazed over her panties, which were already damp from her anticipation.

"Yes I do," she insisted, fighting to keep her voice calm even as she felt her knees weaken at his touch.

"Liar," he hissed, suddenly yanking her panties aside and gliding his fingers over her entrance. She was already wet and ready. That was one of his favorite things about Blair - even when she claimed that she wanted him to stop, her body never failed to respond to his touch. And he never failed to use that against her. "You're so fucking wet for me, Blair."

"I fucking hate you," she said as her head fell back against his shoulder.

He smirked. "I fucking hate you too." He slid two fingers inside of her, and she gasped. His other hand moved down to her waist and pulled her tighter against him so that she could feel his erection against her butt. She gasped again.

He pumped his fingers faster and faster, eliciting grudging moans from Blair as she bucked her hips against his hand. "You don't really hate me, do you Blair?" he breathed as he felt her begin to clench and shake. "If you did, you wouldn't be about to come all over my hand. Tell me how you really feel."

"Fuck you," she choked out, even though she was so close to climaxing she could barely think straight.

"Say it, Blair," Chuck growled, using his thumb to rub her clit.

"I fucking love you!" she screamed just as the full force of her orgasm crashed over her.

"That's what I thought," he said in a self-satisfied voice. "Oh, and Blair?" He brought his hand up and tilted her face to the side so that he could press his lips against the corner of her mouth.

"What?" she panted.

"I fucking love you too." He paused. "And I didn't forget that it was Valentine's Day. I just love making you come when you're angry at me."

Blair spun out of his grasp and stared at him. "You asshole," she said, but she couldn't help but smile a little at the fact that he hadn't forgotten.

"Oh, stop pretending like you didn't enjoy it," he laughed, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in for a kiss. "And besides, you can't stay angry at me for long, because I'm about to take you out for the best night of your life."

"Oh really?" Blair murmured against his lips, her anger melting away. She could never stay mad at him for any substantial amount of time.

"Yes, really. So as much as I hate to say this to you, get dressed." He let go of her and opened the door to her wardrobe.

"Not so fast, Bass. First, I think a little payback is in store for you." He raised his eyebrows as she pushed him down on to her bed and knelt on the floor before him.

"Blair, we're going to be late," he argued, trying to stand up, but she grabbed on to his thighs and held him down.

"Nice try," she murmured, dragging down his pants and boxers.

"Blair -" he began.

"Shut up," she said. And then she closed her lips his tip, and he did shut up.

A/N: So yeah, the next chapter is going to be their Valentine's Day date... sorry, considering the timing, I couldn't resist. It really is going to be the best night ever (pretty much what I would want to have for myself if I had a valentine, and of course very appropriate for Chuck and Blair), so get excited!