Hey guys! So here's the next installment. I just realized I'm almost finished with Season 1! I'm very excited with working on Season 2 episodes, though some are going to be quite difficult to work with. Anyway, I will definitely be taking requests for the next chapter... I was thinking of writing the Hidden Moments of Chuck and Blair together that week before they were suppose to fly out to Tuscany. What do you guys think?? Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I tried to be witty with these two, but sometimes I can't be as creative as the writers on the show with their bantering. OK, well REVIEWS=LOVE. Happy Readings!! xoxo

Woman on the Verge

Blair sashayed her way coquettishly towards Chuck, an impish smile plastered across her face as she approached him.

"What's gotten into you?" Chuck asked cautiously, as the look across Blair's face was overly sweet with a hint of devil.

"What if I told you I knew where Georgina Sparks was right now?" Blair asked softly, enunciating every word and staring him deeply in his eyes. There was something incredibly sexy about the way Blair looked when she was plotting, and considering this was regarding Georgina, he was sure all bets were off. He definitely wanted in on a piece of the action.

"I'd say let's get the bitch," Chuck growled out softly, his eyes penetrating into her own and he caught sight of that vixen smile as she began to walk ahead of him, sure that he would follow.

Which of course he did.

They exited the rehearsal dinner inconspicuously. The two of them were made for this- the plotting, the revenge, the bitchiness. It was who they were. It was what they did best above anything else. Well that and...well the other thing that Chuck had mentioned to Eric a few nights ago over the phone. Yes, the two of them did that very well together. He smiled to himself as they exited through the doors and the warm air hit his face.

Chuck walked closely behind her, eying her swaying backside as she walked quickly to his limo and stepped inside. Chuck smiled as he realized they would be in closed quarters, specifically the historical limo, once again.

"Where are we headed to?" Chuck asked as he adjusted himself in the seat next to her, both sitting in the same exact spots they had sat in that night after Victrola.

Blair turned from looking out the window and scrunched her nose. "Queens. Can you believe it?"

Chuck smirked wickedly as he shrugged his shoulders. "I've been to worse places."

Blair scowled at that and turned her gaze back out the window. "I'm sure you have been."

Chuck contained his laughter as he tossed a glance out the window and realized they were headed in the opposite direction of Queens. "Damien! Do you need an updated map of New York City? Queens is south of here!" Chuck shouted at his driver as he lowered the window and stared at his driver through the rear view mirror.

"Shush! We're picking up Nate," Blair interjected as she smiled at Damien, "Continue."

"Nathaniel? Why the hell are we picking up Nathaniel? He hates me. And frankly I don't care much about him at the moment," Chuck asked outraged as he stared hard at Blair. She was entirely too comfortable controlling his limo, his driver, and who was allowed to travel along with them.

"He needs to guide us to this concert place," Blair answered simply.

"Next thing I know, you'll be picking up the slum of the underworld and I'll just have to sit here and take it," Chuck grumbled pettishly.

Blair smiled sweetly at him and nodded. "That's right. So instead of moaning and pouting, just sit back and enjoy the ride."

"Actual dialogue from our first night together. I'm glad you remember it in vivid detail just as well as I do," Chuck murmured as he leaned in closer and pushed an unruly curl from the top of her head back into place.

"That's enough," Blair scolded as she pushed him away and began to stand in order to slide over to the vacant seats alongside the side of the limo.

"It's enough when I say it's enough," Chuck shot back as he reached out and grabbed her hand. "Now sit back down and tell me what your plan is. I rather have you next to me than Mr. Pretty Boy."

"I'm sure you would. Though I can't say the same for myself. I'd much rather be sitting next to him than next to you, you disgusting swine." Despite her words, Blair sat back down in the seat she had just vacated and adjusted her dress to further cover her thighs.

"Ooh. I love the dirty talk," Chuck teased as he sat back and opened an obscured compartment and pulled out his favorite drink. "Care for some?"

"No. Unlike you, I don't need alcohol in my system twenty four hours a day," Blair sneered as she pushed herself closer to the door and stared up at the street signs. 70th and Lexington. Thank God, almost there.

"I much prefer how complacent and willing to please you are when you do. Although, as long as I'm around, alcohol isn't much of a necessity to get you ready and willing," Chuck whispered softly as he placed his hand high on Blair thigh and squeezed her tightly.

"Hands! God Bass, spare me the nauseating account of our sex life. It was ages ago. And I like to pretend as if it never happened," Blair whispered viciously as she slapped at his hand, only causing him to break out into a deep chuckle. A throaty chuckle. A sexy, goosebumps producing, chuckle.

The limo stopped and the door opened quickly as Nate began to step inside. "Oh!" he said in obvious surprise as he spotted Chuck leaning forward with his hand planted on Blair's thigh. His brows furrowed as he spotted the intimate circumstances which he had invaded. "I think I'll hail a cab if you two don't mind. Though I'm sure you'd much rather the privacy."

"No Nathaniel, do join us. We'd be thrilled to have you," Chuck growled out sarcastically, tired of having to pretend to be civil and remorseful all for the sake of his doomed friendship with Nate. Besides, he had just interrupted a moment between him and Blair. Even if said moment was filled with banter and bickering.

Nate's shocked expression turned into a deep frown as he glared over at Chuck who had refused to move his hand away from Blair's thigh. Blair however, moved away from Chuck, forcing his hand to fall onto the seat of the limo.

"No thanks. I'll hitch a ride over there. You guys can follow. I think it'd be a little too weird with the three of us in here anyway," Nate reasoned as he closed the door before Blair had a chance to object.

Blair rolled her eyes at Chuck and lowered to window to speak to the driver. "Follow the cab Nate's about to take, Damien. Thanks," she said as she grabbed the liquor bottle Chuck had taken out and served herself a glass.

"I thought you didn't want a drink," Chuck said as he settled back into his seat, exhausted from his efforts with Blair and the drama with Nathaniel.

"I'm going to need one if I'm going to be stuck in this limo alone with you for the next thirty minutes."

"Waldorf, you pine for these moments."

Blair rolled her eyes again as she took another swig, this time from the bottle itself.

The two of them.

Alone.

In the back of his limo.

With alcohol involved.

She had never had the urge to get to Queens faster than at that very moment.

A/N: Next up....Much 'I do' About Nothing! Last episode of Season 1!