Title: Hot from A to Z

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl, any of its characters or anything of that much value.

Summary: Just some conversation overheard of an intimate moment between Blair and Chuck. Fluffy CB.

A/N: Each line of dialogue begins with the next letter of the alphabet, starting at A to Z.

Based on a really old challenge in the X-men Logan/Rogue ship, meant to be an all dialogue fic. For those interested in a really sweet example let me know and I'll point you in the right direction.

"Alright, give it to me." She is determined and her eyes tell him so.

"Blair I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me." He is arrogant, as is his nature.

"Chuck, don't be slimey. You have what I want, now give it." A hand on the hip, an arch of her brow.

"Don't think I know what you're talking about. Why don't you take off some clothes to jog my memory." He leers suggestively, making her blush.

"Enough. Stop wasting my time." She tries to compose herself.

"Fine, but quid pro quo Waldorf. " He was never one to lose on a deal.

"God, I can only imagine what depraved things you'd want in return." She was never one to give in too easy.

"History would dictate that you always know just what I want." Nostalgia hits, memories of limousines and darkened bed rooms.

"Is it that hard for you to forget about the past?" Both know it is.

"Just get on my lap and you'll find out how hard it is for me." He smirks. It is her downfall.

"Know that I mean business, otherwise I wouldn't be on you like this." Close now. Enough to feel skin on skin.

"…"

".!."

"Like that do you?" His voice is a growl, low and raw.

"My..my god. Don't stop." She can't catch her breath.

"Not a chance." Definitely no other place he'd rather be.

"Ok… mmmm. No. No, focus!" She bites her lip to try to concentrate.

"Please, you love it." He continues to nuzzle the pale skin he loves.

"Quit doing that. Mmmm.." She thinks his lips must be her favourite thing, or maybe her second favourite.

"Really stop? Just whose hand is grabbing whom Waldorf?" Clothes rustle, buttons are undone.

"So you think you can weasel out of giving me what I want?" She pouts, that is his downfall.

"Trust me, I'll give you what you want." He always gives in. He never had a chance.

"Undo your scarf then." Victory at last.

"Vixen. So demanding." That is the only way he likes her.

"Well? I told you I'd look good wearing your scarf." Posing, lips parted invitingly.

"X-rated version would be better. You in just the scarf." His mind wanders momentarily at the thought.

"You just might see that, if you play your cards right." Both are good at winning this game.

Zoom in on B's wardrobe as it hits the floor. Looks like C and B want some alone time, lets leave these love birds to it. You know you love me, xoxo.

Hope you enjoyed it!