A/N: One last drabble before the episode tonight. (OMG! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S BACK! *GASP!*) I figured I owed you that much since I didn't say my goodbyes in the chapter. Lol. After this one, this fic will officially be finished. Any other CB or CBEv fics I write will be considered separate oneshots or multi-chap fics. ;p Hope you enjoyed this. Please comment! =D (Forgive me if this last one's short ;p)

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She didn't know how they'd gotten there, in the same room, talking to each other without that dangerous venomous fire in their eyes. They were relaxed a moment ago but now a slight tension settled on them. Blair forgot what she'd said but she did remember – and still saw – that lovesick look in his eyes. He'd broken up with Eva weeks ago. That was not what jolted her thoughts and caused her to involuntarily move a couple of steps closer to him.

"Blair," he breathed, breaking her out of her haze. Her eyes flicked up to his and her lips parted. The pink gloss on her lips shone in the light.

"Why?" She croaked. She swallowed a couple times to get her voice back. She blinked and shook her head, trying to put herself together, trying to stop the sweat droplets from consuming her entire body and sticking her hair to her neck. When she looked back up at him he was staring questioningly into her eyes. He was confused and she was not going to let another minute pass them by before her question was answered – or at least until her question was so clear cut he could not possibly be mistaken in the route she was going.

"You never told me why you got shot," she said bluntly. "You told me you got mugged after exiting a brothel." She crossed her arms across her chest, surprisingly not feeling a single pang of hurt or anger at the fact that he'd dropped into a brothel only a week after they'd parted ways. "You must have had something valuable on you or they wouldn't have shot you to get it, something important." She took another step towards him. His eyes flashed to hers, unable to look away from her pleading expression. He swallowed hard.

"Only, you don't keep valuables on you. Credit cards or cash maybe," She shrugged. "But you wouldn't be worried to be rid of those. They wouldn't be hard to cancel or replace." She paused, pursing her lips. "You had something valuable with you, something irreplaceable t least in your eyes. What was it?"

He could barely breathe. He didn't know how she'd figured it out or why she'd waited so long to last or even why she was asking at all. It had been only recently that they weren't fighting or being ignorant of each other every time they passed ways. But he wouldn't lie to her, couldn't lie to her. If he never had her again, the least he could do was tell her the truth.

"It was an engagement ring," he said softly. Her eyes widened, but even moreso with what he said next. "Yours."

"What?" she asked, breathless. She couldn't move. She couldn't do anything. Her eyes were moving all over the place but finally they focused back on his face. He took a shaky step towards her, and daringly grasped her hands in his owns. His thumbs smoothed over her soft hands.

"That night" Her eyes closed at the memory. She knew exactly what night he was referring to. "You told me that none of it mattered anymore. That the whole night didn't happen." She swallowed hard. "But, if you will recall…" he drew out the words, capturing her attention even further. She could not look away if she called. "I was about to ask you to marry me."

Her lips parted and her jaw dropped, but she made no sound. His hand slowly traveled up her arm and grazed her neck softly. His hand cupped her face. She could see his eyes repeatedly lowering to her lips. Then, he released her and dropped his hands to his sides.

"But then we were over." He sighed. "For good." She looked at him, incredibly concerned as he looked so forlorn before her. It was a mystery to her why the memory of what he'd done to her did not burn in that moment.

"That ring was all I had left of us." He sucked in a huge gasp. "It was irreplaceable."

Without thinking, or speaking, Blair lunged at him, her lips attacking his with a ferocity that she hadn't felt in awhile. She thought maybe he'd stop her, despite the fact that she seemed to have healed for the most part and they both were single. But he didn't. His hands flew to her waist, her hips, her legs, her everything. He kissed her with a hungry, raw passion that stole her breath.

She stopped thinking for the next three hours; they both did. All they did was feel. And what they felt was hot and soft as velvet. They exploded in their passion.

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A/N: Thoughts? I know it's not as graphic as my other one, but this was a scenario I had in mind & there are exactly 12 minutes left until the episode airs! XD I shall try to update my fics more regularly in the future. I was just preoccupied with vidding. Lol.