Ok so i delayed writing this like i have no sense at all. IDK what's wrong but I've been all over the place lately. I'm trying to catch up and to keep on going with my stories. I have more free time coming up so i will definitely be updating more frequently. This chapter is short, but i needed a short and to the point chapter to get the mind working again on this fanfic. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Reviews=Love.

"Jenny Humphrey is sister to Dan Humphrey!" Blair whispered harshly as she pulled Chuck into an unoccupied area of the patio.

Chuck smiled at her as he flung his cigarette off to the side and allowed himself to stare into her wild eyes and pouty lips. "Who?" he asked, the name Dan Humphrey ringing absolutely no bells of recognition in his mind. The only thing he could really focus on was the way the wind was blowing Blair's hair just so that he could see the slightly red mark love bite still branding her neck. He allowed himself a grin of pure male satisfaction as he leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest.

"That's exactly what I would have asked before today. But this Dan guy is Serena's new... boyfriend? I don't know. Whatever the case, she likes him," Blair gritted out angrily at the sudden turn of events.

"OK, Waldorf. What does that have to do with anything?" Chuck asked, not entirely sure why it was that Blair found it necessary to provide him with the information.

Blair sighed out in frustration, running a hand hurriedly through her hair and then pinning her hands and her waist and tapping her foot nervously. "I don't know. But if we screw her over, I'm sure it's going to come back and bite me in the ass," Blair rushed out as she began pacing back and forth like a caged animal.

Chuck chuckled slightly as he grabbed her arm and paused her mid-stride. "Or I can do that for you if you'd like..."

Blair blushed furiously as she pulled her arm out of his grasp and straightened out her blouse. "That's not funny, Chuck. And stop talking like that, someone could hear you!"

Chuck laughed a little huskier this time and grabbed on to the ends of his scarf. "Oh come on, Waldorf. You live for the dirty talk."

"I think we should cancel the plans," Blair continued, deciding that ignoring Chuck was her best bet. The man didn't know when to quit, and she refused to be drawn into his game any longer.

Chuck frowned at her words and pushed away from the wall, closing the gap between their bodies and leaning in close. "Not that wasn't funny, Waldorf."

"The deal is off, Bass," Blair bit out, not wanting to pull away and lose ground, but finding it unsettling to be this close to him after last night. She held her breath and hoped he would back away of his own accord.

That didn't happen.

"I didn't know you to be a coward, Waldorf."

"That game isn't going to work on me, Bass," Blair scoffed indignantly, knowing full well what Chuck was trying to do.

"Really?" Chuck whispered as he lined his body flushed against hers and placed his right hand possessively on her lower back, pulling her closer still. "So what game would you prefer for me to play with you?" his lips drew closer to hers, and she suddenly welcomed the hold Chuck had on her as her knees went weak and the air rushed out of her lungs.

"Chuck... please..." Blair pleaded on a sigh, her hands grabbing at his chest in order to keep herself upright.

"I love making you beg for it..." Chuck growled out as his lips crashed down on hers and his left hand trapped her head in place.

His tongue invaded her mouth easily, the moan escaping Blair's lips giving him easy access into her warm mouth. He licked and tasted every crevice, swallowing every sigh and whimper that passed her lips. She tasted like honey, smelled like all things delicious and she felt silken and perfect wrapped in his arms.

He tasted like scotch and cigarettes, but it was oddly comforting and familiar and erotic. Her heart was beating rapidly, she was sure he could feel the pounding against his own chest. Her body was beginning

to inflame, the unforgiving heat pooling between her thighs, and it suddenly made her realize in what a compromising situation they were in.

"Chuck... no..." Blair struggled against his lips as she began to push away from his vise-like grip.

"Yes..." he retorted, running his hands down her back and cupping her bottom.

"You've gotta stop!" Blair screeched with more conviction to her voice. "Someone could see!"

"Let them get a free show then," Chuck responded with a smug grin, leaning forward to try and recapture her lips once more.

"No!" Blair pushed harder, managing to break away from his arms and pressing a hand against her swollen lips.

"Well I think I just proved that the deal is quite possibly more 'on' than it was before."

"Shut up, Chuck," Blair growled angrily as she turned and began walking away from him.

Chuck smirked as he watched her walk away from him, his eyes glued to her endearingly sexy backside.