Chuck Bass tossed and turned in bed, struggling to erase the events of earlier. He was consumed by the thought that not only did he have sex with Blair Waldorf, but the way he had sex with her. It actually ached inside to reveal the fact that this night was somewhat meaningful. Chuck Bass being so attentive, Chuck Bass being considerate to a virgin's desires. All he could picture every time he closed his eyes was the touch of her smooth, delicate, porcelain skins and her dainty fingers electrifying his entire body with her touch. She was a goddess.

He tossed and turned in beg again. remembering her perfect pout as her lips parted, and the taste of her kisses, her assertive behaviour during their passionate embrace. He began to fluff his pillow as if that was the reason he couldn't fall asleep.

He had been too scared to admit one simple thing, Blair Waldorf was his dream girl. Untouched to every man but him. So classy, so reserved, no man could be gifted her beauty between the sheets. Except for him. She chose to be his. Tonight she chose to only be plucked by him. This greatly pleasured Chuck. Only he got to saw the wildness and fire beneath her cold exterior that he admired so much. He was fascinated by her.

He rubbed his eyes, desperate for some peace from his own thoughts, but her soft moans replayed in his head.

He looked over at the edge of his bed, seeing Blair lean her leg on it, pulling up those signature lacy stockings so seductively. He crawled over to her, grazing her thighs where the stockings ended and her flesh began. The curve of her lips as she smiled at him drove him crazy. He pulled her onto him, the heat of her body was so satisfying. His hands tracing along her body, from her classic curls to her dainty neck. Her lips hovered over his ears, the sounds of her pleasure echoing through his head

"I know you want me." She whispered "Say it." He rolled over on top of her, grabbing onto her little waist and plump derriere. His finger lightly touching the small of her back, indulging in every aspect of her beauty.

"I want you, Blair." He whispered back, as she swayed underneath him, her fingers stroking his face oh so delicately. His mouth devoured her neck before finding her ear, giving it a little nibble before whispering sweet nothings.

"Oh, Chuck." She gasped, he relished the thought of her screaming his name. "The names you call me when we make love."

Chuck woke up, abruptly. Shook by the dream. Make Love? That's ridiculous. He attempted to go back to sleep, he didn't know if he had slept for a mere two hours or not at all. His stomach struggling with the flutter that resides, making it harder to get some shut eye.

He looked over at his phone, realising the sun was almost up, giving up on his bed, he got up and headed to the couch. He was about to poor himself a drink but once he had found a glass, he put the bottle down.

"I want to see her." He thought to himself. He knew he shouldn't but he could no longer distract himself from his impulses. He didn't want to sit here and analyse and dissect what the hell has become of him. He decided that blind impulsiveness was the best way to deny his brain a chance to spook him.

Blair Waldorf was fast asleep in bed. Her dreams also tormented by the events earlier. She tossed and turned in her sleep, unable to ignore the effect Chuck Bass had on her in that limo. His voice, that raspy tone making her feel like she was the most desirable woman on the planet. His lips hovering all over her body, his kisses making her weak. The way his hands stroked her entire body, sent chills down her spine. How could a seventeen year old boy know how to pleasure a woman so. Enticing her every nerve with his skills. And that tongue...

She gasped, awaking in a fright. "No!" She thought, "I need to erase this. I need to redeem my unfortunate poor taste in decision making." She got up, drinking a glass of water, before reminding her self, "Last night... Did. Not. Happen."

Blair headed over to church to be forgiven for her excruciatingly satisfying sin, hoping that the constant replay in her thoughts would be rid of once she went to confession.

Chuck had decided to take a ride about town, since he hadn't slept and decided that a moving vehicle would at least help his body, and brain, rest. But then he spotted her. It was his lucky day, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement once he spotted her walking out of church. A chuckle left his lips as the dark princess descended the stairs. His stomach began to flutter again, "She's mine." He smirked