Chuck often asked himself what it was about Blair Waldorf that had such an affect on him. Was it her eyes? Her hair? Her body? He would never know, but he knew he loved her with every bone in his body. He knew everything about her. He knew her better than her best friend, Serena, did. Hell, he knew her better than her own mother. He knew her desires, her passions, her worries, her flaws. He had always loved her.

Blair often asked herself what it was about Chuck Bass that had such an affect on her. Was it his voice? His demeanor? His body? She would never know, but she knew she loved him with every bone in her body. She knew everything about him. She knew him better than his best friend, Nate, did. Hell, she knew him better than his own, deceased, father did. She knew his desires, his passions, his heavily guarded feelings, his flaws. She had always loved him.

It was their time now, their time to try to love one another with enough passion to blow up a building. She had seen him be with girl after girl after girl before, and quite frankly, it broke her heart, especially after their limo encounter. He always knew that Nathaniel Archibald wasn't for her, and that they were only perfect on paper. He knew she was destined to be with someone like...well, like him. Well now it was their turn. They would either implode and take down everything with them, or they'd be together forever. Even Chuck wished for the later, as did Blair, of course.

It was a normal day. Chuck went to a business meeting, and Blair went to classes at Columbia. They met for lunch, and didn't meet again until she returned from school and he came from his endless meetings. She arrivied at their apartment first. He came in an hour later, exhausted. He flopped down on the couch, and soon after, she brought him a drink. He took it from her hands, kissing her fingertips lightly. She smiled as he sipped it.

"Thank you," he said. She nodded, and made her way behind him, rubbing his shoulders.

"Hard day?" she asked, kissing his cheek. He nodded.

"Like you would not believe." he said.

He turned his face towards his love, and kissed her lips. He takes her ivory skin hands in his own, and motions for her to join him on the couch. She sits so close to him, almost to close for comfort. She starts to undo his tie, and pulls it off his neck, leaving it draping on the couch arm. She kisses his neck, his jawline, his lips. He smiles as she unbuttons his shirt, pulls it from his pants, and he leans forward so she can pull it off him completley. She rests it next to the tie. He sits back, and she leans on his chest, his arm around her. She plays with his chest hair, and he twirls one of her curls with his finger. With his free hand, he lifts her face to meet his, and he kisses her with passion.

"I think you need to relax, Charles." she says to him after they break. He nods.

"Yes, I think you're right, Blair." he agrees, knowing where it's going to go. She chuckles, knowing that he is the only man she'd ever do this for.

She stood, and took his hand in hers, pulling him to their bedroom. When they both entered, she border-line shoved him on the bed. He sat up on his elbows, waiting for her to do something, anything. But all she does is lay down next to him. He is confused. Isn't this the part where she straddles him and they make out feverously? But not this time. She wants it to be him that in control, for him to make all the moves. He soon catches on when she looks at him as if to say "Well...?" He nods and rolls on top of her. He doesn't kiss her, and every instinct is telling her to reach up. She doesn't. She lays still, and he looks at her with his brown eyes full of love. He moves down, planting a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. Her instincts were talking again, telling her to deepen the kiss. She doesn't listen, she lets him do whatever he wishes with her. It's about him right now.

He kisses her jawline, her neck, her collarbone, and his hands explore her sides. He finds her hands and takes them in his own. He places hers on his crotch. She simply looks at him. What did he want from her? He left their hands there, and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.

"Take them off," he whispers. She nods. Her fingers begin to undo his pants button and zipper. She slids them off, and throws them off the bed. His hands roam to her skirt, and unzips it. He does the same as she did, and lifts her to a sitting position. He takes off her shirt, and now they are both left in only their underwear. He takes in the sight of her ivory skin. His fingers massage circles on her flat stomach, going farther and farther south with each movement. It sent a shiver down her spine. He kissed her lips again, this time passionately, and wanting, and full of lust. Her instincts want her to rip his boxers off, but she simply lets him kiss her, and moans and his hands move across her inner thighs. He breaks the kiss.

"Oh god Chuck..." she hisses while both of his hands massage her inner thighs, teasing her with every move. She threw her head back.

"Look at me." he demanded. He was no fool; he knew that he would get exactly what he wanted from her. He knew her plans. She looked at him, and he smiled as she listened to him.

"Blair..."he started.

"Yes?" she answered.

"Take them off," he said once again, refering to his boxers. She did as she was told. She was his this time. She would do whatever would make him happy. She took in his growing erection. He noticed her...her awe and marvel at it, as she did every time. He smiled smugly. She knew she would never look at another man like that ever again. Chuck Bass was the only one for her, and they both knew it. He quickly removed her bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He leaned down to kiss the right one, nibbling, sucking, and he rubbed his tounge over her sensitive spot. She moaned. The left one did not go unattended while he did this, he rubbed his thumb over her nipple. Then, he switched, doing the same to the other. She wanted him now.

He laid down next to her. He wanted something from her. But what was it? She finally gave the courage to ask.

"What do you want from me, Chuck?" she asked softly, caringly, lustfully. He smiled that Chuck Bass grin that made her weak in the knees. He placed his hand on her waist, and with his strength, made her strattle him.

"I want you..."he whispered in her ear, "to..." he took her tiny hands in his own, "give..." he placed them on his erected cock, "me..." he stopped there. She caught on. She wrapped her tiny hands around his erected cock. She started to stroke him, gently and lovingly. She wanted him to moan, to yell, to say her name. But her requests and demands would wait for another let out a tiny moan.

"Oh Blair..." he moaned, "harder..." She smiled and did as he demanded. He moaned and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He knew what he wanted next, before he ejaculated. He removed her hands and she looked at him inquisitively. He reached forward to kiss her neck, and whispered something in her ear. She moved her lips down to his cock, which was on the verge of cumming. She placed the tip in her mouth, and treated it delicately. He burried the back of his hands in her hair, and gently pushed her down. He wanted his cock all the way in her mouth, and she caught on. She did as he wanted. He moaned louder. He placed his hands on hers, and ushered her to massage what she couldn't stick in that beautiful mouth of hers. He soon came inside her mouth, and she swallowed, the only man that could get her to do that was Chuck Bass.

Now his mind changed from being pleasured to being a basstard and he wanted her to beg. He flipped her over, and he crawled on top of her. He kissed her lustfully, but he would wait to take her. He took the band of her thong in his fingers,and brought it down a little, teasingly so. He kissed her neck, then whispered something.

"Do you want them off, Blair?" he asked her. She simply nodded. Her eyes shut as he removed them a little more.

"Tell me you want them off, Blair." he demanded. She didn't speak, she just grabbed the bedsheets next to her as one hand unhooked from her thong and rubbed circles on her flat stomach.

"Say it, Blair. Say, 'Chuck, take them off of me now.' Say it!" he ordered.

"Chuck..." she started.

"Now, Blair!" he barked at her, but she wasn't upset by this. She loved his demands, and knew where they came from.

"Chuck...take them off of me...now..." she whispered. He thought of teasing her more, but he couldn't wait. He ripped them off. He kissed his way down to her thighs. He ran his tounge along her inner thighs, getting close to her dripping wet pussy, but ignoring it at the same time.

"Oh god, Chuck..." she moaned as he lifted his hands and also massaged her clit.

"Do you want them inside you?" he asked her, refering to his fingers that we're resting just above her opening. She nodded.

"Tell me, Blair." he said. He wanted her to beg him.

"Yes, Chuck..." she said.

"'Yes, Chuck' what?" he asked innocently.

"Yes, Chuck, I want you to put your fingers inside me." she said. She gave him what he wanted. He kissed her thighs, and she gasped as he stuck in one single finger. Her instincts were wanting her to tell him to put more inside, but she refrained for the time being. She let out a moan and he continued to kiss, but his finger just rested inside her. She ignored her restraint, and gave into her instincts. Besides, he wanted begging, and that was definetly begging.

"Chuck," she cooed, "more..." she hissed.

"More what?" he asked.

"Please, Chuck...put more in...place your fingers inside me...more...pleeeaseee, Chuuuuck." she said, not wanting to further the conversation. He did as she asked the first time that night. It was what he wanted, he wanted her to beg. But he just placed two more of them there as he kissed the area around her wet pussy. She whimpered and he slightly adjusted his three fingers.

"Do you want me to pound them, Waldorf?" he asked. She nodded. He couldn't wait, and did so. She moaned.

"Oh Chuuuuuckkkk..." she hissed. She closed her eyes and her head rolled back. Chuck stopped what he was doing.

"Look at me, Blair." he demanded. It took all her strength to keep her eyes open. But she did it, and he continued to pound his fingers into her.

"Chuuuuuckkk..." she moaned. He smiled. His lips (finally) made their way to her clit and sucked on it. She moaned again. He removed one finger to allow more room to lick her pussy. His two fingers pounded, but it was only shallow. He didn't go deep in her, which he knew she would want. He licked her pussy. She was already clamping down on his fingers and he loved it. She continued to moan, and he knew she was wanting him to go deeper.

"Do you want me deeper?" he asked.

"Yesss, Chuuuckk..." was all she could say, or moan really. He went deeper in her, then came almost all the way out, then went deeper than ever. She let out a scream of pleasure. He was tired of the game, even though he loved it. He wanted her. And he wanted her NOW. He pounded his fingers a few more times, and she eventually came on them. He lifted his fingers to his lips and licked them. He kissed her, giving her a taste of herself. She licked her lips. He usually asked her if she was ready, but it was all for him this time, and quite honestly, he didn't care if she was ready or not. He was coming and he could tell she wanted it. He kissed her roughly as he slid into her, taking her mind off the pain. He waited while she adjusted to the feeling of him inside her. She nodded, a sign for him to begin.

He kissed her once more before he began to thrust into her, slowly, and gently. She soon became annoyed with these actions. She wanted him to go deeper and faster. She knew he loved her too much to have fast sex, like he did before with the whores he had been aquainted with, but there was something about him beeing deep in her that made her weak in the knees. He picked up his pace, and thrusted in her deeper. She gasped the first time, squelled the second, and screamed the third. With the fourth hard thrust, she kissed Chuck to keep herself breathing. He gave her oxygen, and paused so she could regain her breath. She nodded, and he started again. He kissed her neck as he thrusted, and she returned the favor. With the seventh thrust, she was mid-kiss, and bit down on his shoulder. She licked it, not wanting it to leave a mark. On the tenth hard, deep thrust, she finally came. It didn't take long for her.

But he wasn't done with her. He wanted his release. It took five more thrust, which was almost too much for poor Blair to handle. She screamed in pain every time he did, but there was some pleasure behind it. She knew he needed this, and she was letting him have his way with her. Was this how he handled his whores? Not stopping till he got his release? She would never know. She wouldn't dare ask.

He knew it was almost too much for Blair to handle. He knew that she was done. But somewhere deep from inside him, the old Chuck came out. He needed his release after a looooong day at work. He needed just a few more tries. He would do this to those sluts he would mindlessly, and heartlessly, fuck, but it was different with Blair. She was his love, his heart, even. He didn't want to see it end. But alas, he finally came all inside her, and collapsed on top of her fragile body, but carefully doing so as to not crush her.

"I'm sorry..." he said while looking at her. Sweat beads fell off her brow, and he could see the presence of pain in her eyes.

"It's ok...I'm fine." she assured him.

"I should have stopped..." he trailed off, looking away from her. Her hands forced his face back to her own.

"I'm glad you didn't. Sometimes, it's ok to not be so safe, Chuck." she said. He nodded and burried his face in her neck. She held him there, not wanting to break their bond. They rolled over on their sides, not breaking their bond, legs entangled, and slept in each others arms.

If this is love, Blair thought, then I never want to love another man.