Aloha all! I just finished watching Pret-a-Poor J, and instead of taking this episode in the obvious direction of the conversation that Chuck and Blair have where they decide to wait until the future for some "excruciating pleasure," I've decided to give a peak at the hidden moments when Chuck and Blair hop into his limo in front of the school and end up at a bar later that evening. As always, Reviews=Love. Thanks for reading! Xoxo

Pret-a-Poor J

Chuck smiled as he walked toward his limo, spotting Blair sitting atop the hood of the vehicle, legs crossed, body angled in a way that beckoned his eyes to her breasts down to her silken covered thighs. It seemed his princess had finally decided to do the chasing...

"Wanna get a drink?" Blair asked casually as Chuck reached the spot in front of her and stared at her with his infamous smirk.

"Wanna say those three little words?" he asked instead, ignoring her question and posing his own. Knowing full well what her answer would be. Enjoying the prospect of jumping on board to whatever new game Blair had hatched up.

"No," Blair smiled overly sweetly as she tilted her head and kept her eyes pinned on him.

"Then no drink."

"Why? Scared you won't be able to handle it?" Blair challenged as she crossed her legs deliberately, seeing his eyes zoom down to her thighs, and hiked her skirt to the side to reveal the sexy garter she wore beneath. She had him just where she wanted him, and she could pinpoint the exact moment when she had reeled him in. He stared up at her, his eyes already glazing over and darkening with desire, and she returned the intimate look as her lips curled slightly at the corners.

He reached his hand out and offered it to her, his lips parted due to the sudden lack of oxygen in the atmosphere. Blair hopped off the car daintily as she took his hand and sashayed her hips a little more excitedly as she felt his eyes glued to her backside.

She stepped inside the limo and instantly the memories assaulted her. Memories from her indecent dream that morning; she could almost feel his lips grazing across her arm, feel the warmth from his breath caressing every inch of her body as he worked his way down, placing wet kisses alongside every inch of her. And then the memories of the first time, her first time, with him in the back of this very limo. When his hands and his mouth and his tongue taught her how sweet and sexy and inflaming making love with someone could be.

Blair shook her head as she realized the words that had crossed her mind.

Making love.

It was. She could admit it.

She had loved this man from that moment in the back of the limo, the night when she stripped away (quite literally) her every inhibition and allowed all her primal urges to run wild. From the moment their lips grazed ever so gently and he'd whispered across her lips if she was sure. From the moment that their tongues met and she tasted the oh-so-sweet taste of Chuck Bass. When his hands roamed gently across her body, making love to every single part of her. From the moment he'd whispered all those hot words across her ears that made her melt and become putty in his hands.

She loved it when he slowly inched her camisole lower. She loved it when he placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder, assuring her that from this moment forward he would take care of her and he wouldn't hurt her. And damn her if she didn't instantly believe him. And out of all those memories, the thoughts of their desperate tongues and teeth meeting and biting and licking and tasting, all the gripping of skin, the smell of sex, the heat of sweat and passion, out of all the thrusts and groans and moans and orgasms that she'd experienced with him, she loved it most when he held her. When they would lay replete in each other's arms. When he'd gently rub her back as she laid next to him or atop him or straddling him or any other position they were in. He was always so gentle, so loving, so tender- words she had never thought in a million years could be associated with Chuck Bass. But when they were together, he was a different person, he showed her just how good he could be, and she loved that more than anything. That he'd let her in, even if he hadn't noticed.

Breathing an uneasy breath, Blair fought hard to push those memories to the back of her mind and lock them safely away where they wouldn't cause her to make any ridiculous outburst now that they were in close proximity of each other. She took a seat close to the window and evened out her breathing by the time the limo pulled away from the curb.

"Drinks, right?" Chuck asked as he hazard a glance in her direction.

"You'd have anything else in mind?" Blair asked saucily, impressed with how easy going her voice sounded despite how hard her heart was drumming in her ears.

Chuck rewarded her with a small smirk before instructing the driver to take them over to Blair's penthouse.

"My mother's home, Bass," Blair warned.

Chuck's grin widened at her words before he turned and fully looked her over. "You should change. You can't go have drinks in that outfit."

Blair looked down at her outfit and quirked an eyebrow at him as she leaned back and stared straight ahead. "You never had a problem with this outfit before," she murmured softly, recalling the many times they'd mauled each other in the girl's bathroom at Constance, or when she'd given him a striptease out of her uniform.

Chuck sighed audibly before he crossed his arms over his chest. "Well back then it was all coming off anyway. The outfit was more of a nuisance than anything else."

They fell into an awkward silence as the limo navigated through the city traffic. They reached her penthouse after a few minutes and he opened his door and stepped out of the car, allowing her to scoot over and exit through the same door. Taking his hand, which he once again extended for her, Blair's hand tingled at the contact with his skin. He was being extremely difficult to breakdown. She didn't think she could take this game much longer.

"I'll meet you at 1 Oak in an hour?" Blair asked as she stepped closer to him and refused to let go of his hand.

"Waldorf..." Chuck warned quietly as she placed her other hand on his arm and gripped him tightly.

"Yes Bass?" she whispered softly, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Are you going to say it?" he rasped out roughly as she pressed her body full against him and he felt her breasts on his chest and her stomach pressed against his hardening erection. She smelled too sweet and her eyes showed just how much she wanted him. She was being extremely difficult to breakdown and too damn tempting.

Blair bit her bottom lip and shook her head in negation, words escaping her as she felt his body responding and she felt her knees go weak.

Taking a deep breath, Chuck pulled away from Blair's body and held her at arms length. "Then go upstairs and change before I change my mind about this whole drink thing."

Blair pouted her lips momentarily before turning and walking into her penthouse, sexual frustration seeping through her every pore as Dorota's words pounded inside her head from that morning: "God always watching Ms. Blair."