A/N: This is also one of my favorites. And alas, the last one. I hope you liked it. It's also one of the shorter ones.

Summary:

Disclaimer: Characters belong to GG and quotes belong to Shakespeare.

Benedick: Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee.
Beatrice: Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.
Benedick: Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wrong'd Hero?
Beatrice: Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul.
Benedick: Enough, I am engaged; I will challenge him. I will kiss your hand, and so I leave you. By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account. As you hear of me, so think of me.

"But can you say it twice?"

He could hear the humor as plainly as any other, but he felt the seriousness that was laced through her bones, tying them together as he proclaimed what had been true all along.

"I love you."

They relished in the bloodshed. There was an aphrodisiac to destruction and he couldn't help but tear into her, only feeling alive when their breaths were synchronized. They were the same in their insecurities and as well as he hated any man that dared lay eyes on what was his, he hadn't discovered really how much of a jealous girlfriend she was.

Until she ordered a martini just to throw it all over the source of her wrath.

Which turned out to be him.

"What was that?"

She was sitting primly in her room, brushing her dark and silky locks that just that morning, he had fisted his hand through.

"I was just getting ready for bed," she said calmly. "But I am slightly surprised that you're here. If I recall correctly, the last time we saw each other was in anger."

"Anger," Chuck repeated. "Is that all you call it? You threw your drink on me."

She watched him shuffle with hidden amusement, aware that he was still very much soaked to the bone if his scent of gin was any indication.

"Crime of passion," she shrugged.

"Was I so deserving?" he asked.

"Yes," she snapped and he saw the first flurry of emotion that he had that night. "Do you think I'm blind?"

"I think you're insane."

"That girl was totally coming on to you," Blair sneered.

"So you threw it at me?" he asked. "I wasn't even encouraging it."

"You're just lucky it wasn't a Nairtini," she blinked prettily. "Because believe me, I considered it."

He walked over to her swiftly, grabbing her her shoulders to hoist her to her feet. She attempted to struggle until he covered her mouth with his.

"You make me so... libidinous when you're jealous."

"You're such a jerk," she scowled, pushing him lightly away. But not so far away that she couldn't reach him again.

If she were so inclined.

He made the decision for her, reaching out to pull her to his alcohol smelling clothing to taste her again.

"Chuck," she murmured into his mouth. "Love me?"

"Always," he said quickly so he didn't have to waste his breath on talking.

"Show me another way," she said.

"What?" he asked, pulling away suspiciously.

"I liked waiting here for you to come to me," she professed softly. He felt his body surge to life and he knew he needed her right now.

"There is no one like you," he said, sure that no one else's girlfriend would want to role play the cheating bastard and the scorned woman.

"It doesn't seem likely," she breathed, kissing him fiercely again. But she pulled away again, eying his clothes. "You're all sticky."

"More reason to take my clothes off, then," he smirked, pulling at his tie. She helped him with the rest of his clothes as he paid a moderate amount of attention to her neck.

"Will you think of me," he asked, "when we're not together and I have force myself to pay attention to other women just so you won't tire of me?"

"I think of you always," she confessed, pulling off the last of his clothing as he helped her with her own wrinkled dress, that was going to become even more wrinkled and abandoned on the floor.

"I know how bored you can get with those guys that look at you."

She heard the pointedness and the hint of jealousy. The way he could get.

"Sh," she scolded gently into his mouth.

"You really are perfect," he said like he had never said it before.

She pulled him down on top of her. She kissed her gratefulness into his mouth.

"How hot does it make you for us to humiliate those girls?" he asked.

"Like I've never been before," she answered and her eyes rolled back with a muffled groan into his neck. "I love you, you know."

"Will you always think of me?" he asked in satisfaction.

"Always."