AN: You guys are so amazing for always commenting and not bitching one bit that I haven't updated this in a while. I was having so much trouble writing this final chapter and didn't want you guys to be disappointed…so hopefully you won't be. It's kind of fluffy, but whatevs. I also didn't have the patience to proof-read this as I am extremely burnt out on end of the year papers/finals/etc…so I apologize for any blatant typos in advance.

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Chapter 8

Chuck watched with awe as Blair's eyelids fluttered open. Like a butterfly out of a cocoon.

She smiled, embarrassed, as she saw him watching her intently.

"Did I fall asleep?" she asked.

"Just for a few minutes" he told her, stroking her hair.

"Sorry" she apologized.

"Don't be, I like watching you sleep" he said.

Her smile widened. So did his.

"Is that the only thing you like about me, Bass?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Chuck smirked as he lifted up the thin sheet that covered her nude body.

"Not the only thing, no" he told her.

Blair gasped in mock offense and pulled the cover back down.

"Don't get all modest on me now, sunshine" he said "Things have only just started to get interesting."

"So is that what all this is about? Satiating your piqued interest?" Blair tried to joke, but her insecurities laced every syllable.

"Maybe. Lucky for me, we've proved to be quite insatiable when we're together" Chuck said.

Blair reddened. She couldn't exactly dispute that claim now could she?

"So what's your excuse for the past couple of days, Waldorf? Just sick of waiting?" he asked.

To be honest, he was pretty terrified to hear her response. He knew women used him for sex all the time—and the feeling was mutual. Sex wasn't supposed to mean anything between two people, nothing but a warm body to help you get off. But the thought that this was nothing but a pointless fling for someone like Blair Waldorf was just unthinkable. It had to have meant more, he felt it. But if she didn't feel it too, than he was even worse off than he first anticipated.

"No Chuck, unlike you, sex is actually meaningful to some people—remember?"

"I may vaguely remember you saying something like that on one or a thousand different occasions" he murmured, toying with her hand. She had the softest skin. "So does that mean you think sex between us is meaningful?"

"I think it had meaning. The first time at least" she told him.

"Why did you pick me?" he asked quietly. He was looking down at their hands, doing his best to avoid looking into her eyes. It was too risky, too much was at stake. If she knew how he left about her…that he loved her, well, it would probably be all over between them. But Chuck wasn't going to let her go—not now, not ever. Even if she tried to leave, he'd chase her for the rest of his life.

But Blair obviously didn't understand what he was trying to do, because she placed her hand on his cheek and just that like she drew his eyes to meet hers. And then he couldn't look away.

"Because you were the first person to ever see the real me" she said "And I guess it just felt appropriate."

"Appropriate to lose your virginity in the back of a moving limo?" he teased.

"Well I certainly would never expect candles and soft music from the likes of Chuck Bass" she teased back.

"What about last night at the party? There was no music or candles, but it felt pretty damn romantic to me" he said.

"So now you're a romantic?" Blair asked, dubious.

"Well I did buy you jewelry fit for a queen, didn't I?" he smirked.

"Yes" Blair agreed, sharing his smile "But if you really wanted to go all out, you would have gotten me flowers too" she reasoned.

"Flowers, huh?" he mused.

Blair nodded.

"Maybe like a dozen roses to demonstrate my devotion to you?"

"For starters" Blair told him.

"Do the ones I put on your chaise count?" he asked innocently.

Blair furrowed her brow in confusion before turning to look over at the chaise in question. There, in all of its glory, was a gorgeous bouquet of a dozen blood-red roses. She gasped and sat up in shock clutching the sheet to her body, completely baffled that she had not seen them sooner.

She felt Chuck sit up beside her and kiss her shoulder.

"Do you like them?" he asked.

"When? How? Why?" Blair stuttered out.

"I got them on my way over here this morning. I had another bouquet waiting for you in my limo yesterday morning, but I tossed those when you turned down my breakfast invitation" he told her.

Blair looked over her shoulder at him and saw the pain of yesterday's rejection in his eyes. She leaned in and kissed him softly.

"I'm sorry about the way I reacted…" she began.

He kissed her again, touching her hair in a way Blair thought only boyfriends were supposed to.

"You don't have to apologize" he told her.

Bringing down the sheet she clutched to her chest, Chuck exposed her naked chest to his hungry gaze and leaned down to kiss the swell of breast.

"K" Blair sighed as her fingers naturally found their way into his hair.

After placing a few chaste kissing on her breasts, Chuck danced his lips to her collarbone, up her neck, and across her jaw to meet her slightly parted lips. They shared an intimate kiss that left Blair as breathless as their last sexual encounter.

"Thank you for the flowers" Blair whispered.

"Thank you for choosing me" he said.

And there was just something about the way he said that that made Blair push him down on the bed and crawl on top of him, claiming his lips almost possessively. The smell of the roses now permeated through the air so strongly that Blair could not understand how she didn't notice them the whole time they were there.

"What did I say?" Chuck asked as he pulled back for air "Insatiable."

Blair sat up smiling; straddling his hips and ran her hands over his bare chest.

"Don't act like you don't love it" she said.

Chuck almost stopped breathing at the mention of the "L" word. He recovered fast, however: he's Chuck Bass.

"Love what? A willing participant as gorgeous as you in my quest of sexual debauchery? You know I do" he smirked.

The smile on Blair's face faded as her palm flattened right over his heart.

"Your heart's beating so fast" she said, looking in his eyes with concern "Are you feeling okay?"

Of course he wasn't okay, those fucking butterflies were threatening to rip his pounding heart right out of his chest. But what could he say? No Blair, I'm not okay, I'm in love with you and I need you to love me too. What do you say? It was hopeless. He was hopeless. He decided to play it off cool as the typical upper-east sider would—in deep, deep denial.

Chuck lifted her hand away from his traitorous heart and kissed the inside of her wrist.

"I'm fine" he said.

Blair blushed at the initiate kiss.

"What?" he smirked, watching her reddened cheeks.

"You just keep surprising me, Bass" she told him.

"Isn't that the point?" he asked her.

Blair became very serious.

"I don't know…is it?"

"I'm trying to give you what I think you deserve, Blair. Is that wrong?" he asked, quietly.

Blair was taken aback.

"No, not wrong. Unexpected maybe…" she trailed off.

Chuck didn't allow her to finish. He sat up and captured her lips one more time before he did something he was going to hate himself for.

"We should get dressed" he said. He gingerly slid Blair off his lap as he went to retrieve his clothes from the bathroom floor. "If we're up here too long Dorota may come looking for us."

Blair's eyes flashed to her bedroom door and saw that it was unlocked.

"Chuck, you didn't even lock the door!" she scolded as she scurried to secure the lock before heading to her own closet to get dressed.

"It's more exciting to know we might get caught at any minute" he told her as he walked back into sight with his clothes mostly on.

"For you, maybe" Blair said as she pulled a dress on over her head.

"For you too, you just don't know it yet. But don't worry, I intend to teach you" Chuck said.

Blair looked at him from over her shoulder with a small smile gracing her features.

"You are completely determined to ruin me, aren't you Bass?"

"The only desire I have, Blair, is to show you your full potential."

"As a slut?" she challenged, pulling up the zipper on her dress.

"As a woman" he answered.

Blair tried to hide the wide smile that spread across her face as she took her time to run a brush through her mostly dry hair.

When she turned around, she saw a smirking Chuck sitting on her chaste, once again holding up her pair of lace panties. He tossed them to her and Blair caught them easily.

"Did I earn these?" she asked, sauntering over to him with an extra swagger to her hips.

"That, and so much more" he said, pulling her onto his lap.

"Even so, I'm shocked you would give these back. Aren't panties the equivalent to trophies for someone like you?" she asked.

"Technically, yes, but being your first is more than enough of a reward for me" Chuck said, squeezing her hips affectionately "And besides, I'm sure I'll get another opportunity to steal these back from you at some point."

"Oh, really? What makes you so sure?" she asked him coyly.

"Call it a hunch—I think I'm growing on you, Waldorf. In fact, you may even be starting to like me a little."

"Define like" she smiled before sobering "Let's just say that you don't make me miserable. Whatever this is between us…I'm really happy right now, with you" she told him.

Chuck smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I should get going" he said, helping her up.

"Oh, okay" Blair said.

"Do you have any plans tomorrow?" he asked.

"Umm, nope, not yet."

"Do you wanna hang out?" he asked.

Blair's eyebrows raised.

"Hang out? With you?"

"No, with Dan Humphrey. Of course, with me. We can order in and watch your favorite movie—what do you say?" he asked.

"I say yes" Blair told him.

"Good" he said before kissing her one last time. Pulling apart slowly, he spoke quietly "Oh and Blair?"

"Yes?" she whispered.

"Happy Birthday" he said.

Blair smiled "Thank you."

Chuck walked to her door.

"Chuck" she called.

Chuck turned around and watched with amusement as Blair tossed him back the pair of panties.

"Insurance, just in case I change my mind about you" she told him with a wink.

"You won't, but I'll take them anyways. I'll see you later, Waldorf" he said, closing the door behind him.

About a minute later, Dorota all but barged into Blair's room only to find her smelling the roses Chuck had left for her.

"Miss Blair, was that…Mr. Chuck just left?" she asked in a wavering voice "With hair damp like your?"

"Maybe, Dorota" Blair said, walking over to her window.

"But Mr. Chuck very bad boy, Miss Blair" Dorota said with wide eyes.

"Yeah, that's kind of the point" Blair said.

If good guys like Nate can break your heart, than maybe bad guys like Chuck would do the opposite. It was an extreme gamble on Blair's part, but one she could not help but want to take. What was the worst thing that could happen?

From her window, she watched him get into his limo and drive off. Clutching his roses in one hand, Blair raised her finger tips to her lips that still stung with the memory of being kissed by the devil who wore pink.