Avoiding me over breakfast

Summary: "Would you consider avoiding me over breakfast?" he smirked at her. She considered, tilting her head to the side, before smirking back and getting into his limo. What would have happened if Blair had gotten into Chucks limousine in Seventeen Candles.

I really hope you all like this story. I don't know whether to make it a one-shot or a multi chaptered fic. Let me know!

Blair Waldorf slipped on her wide, black, Dolce and Gabana sunglasses and took off her in-mourning fascinator-like headband. She smiled with satisfaction as the morning sunlight hit her face as she walked down the steps of the old church on 15th street. Her conscience was finally clear, there was no guilt remaining from the unspeakable acts of the night before. In a certain limo. With a certain infamous playboy. After dancing at a certain less-than-reputable club. Yes, no guilt. God himself had reassured her that as long as she kept away from said playboy with the dark hair and rough voice, she would be perfectly fine. Now to spend the rest of her day planning how to get Nate Archibald, love of her life, to agree to be her boyfriend again, without her actually having to ask. Lost in thought, the brunette did not notice the sleek, black limousine that was approaching from the other end of the street. As she thought about what tone she would use when she called him and asked him how he was, the limousine drew up beside her. Seeing the car out of the corner of her eye, Blair stopped and glared at the tinted window, which slowly wound down to reveal the slightly tanned face topped with the carefully ruffled hair and piercing brown eyes that was Chuck Bass.

He was wearing his customary smirk that she had once found revolting, but now found almost charming, to her disgust. What was wrong with her? So she had lost her virginity to him after dancing for him in a strip club. That didn't mean she should suddenly feel any differently towards him than she did yesterday. She had had sex with him out of revenge on Nate, something she sincerely regretted, especially since she wanted to get back with Nate. So there was absolutely NO reason why she should feel a lurch in her stomach at the sight of his smirk, or want to run her hand through his dark, messy hair. Or kiss his soft lips. No, no she wouldn't think like that. Her heart belonged to Nate. She sent Chuck her most scornful glare, "go away Chuck. I've been given orders practically from god himself to avoid you." She desperately wanted him to say something that signified that last night hadn't been just sex for him, like she knew it hadn't been for her. But he was Chuck Bass, and she knew the best she'd get was a smirk and a dirty joke that she would feel embarrassed by.

"Would you consider avoiding me over breakfast?" he smirked at her. She considered, tilting her head to the side, before smirking back and getting into his limo.

This was reckless, even for her. There was no reason for her to have gotten into the limo, yet here she was. Sitting on the very seat where Chuck had taken where she had been throwing at Nate for so long.

She turned to see him watching her, almond eyes smouldering, and felt the lurch in her stomach again. Last night he had been looking at her with the same expression on his face as he had told her that she was amazing. Then she had leaned forward and kissed him. And he had asked her, "Are you sure?" something she knew he had never asked a girl before. She knew he was remembering it too and she felt herself flush under his gaze.

She hardly knew what was happening as he moved slowly towards her, his eyes never leaving hers and before she knew it she had leant forward to meet his mouth with hers.

His lips pushed against hers harshly, and she let out a moan of satisfaction. She kissed him back feverishly and he pulled her onto his lap, winding his arms around her waist. Just as his tongue entered her mouth, Arthur's voice called from the driver's seat, "Mr Bass we have arrived." Blair started to pull away but Chuck's arms had her in an iron hold. She gave in and locked her arms around his neck. Chucks hands went slowly up her legs to where the top of her thigh-length stockings ended and kept going up, touching the very tops of her legs, the edge of her la perlas. She moaned and pulled at the buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest hair. She had pulled his shirt off and her hands had gone to his buckle before she realised he was chuckling into her mouth. She pulled away and glared at him. "What, Chuck?" He smirked at her, "nothing, Waldorf. I'm just enjoying the skill with which your hands undid my buttons." She opened her mouth to retort but he sucked on her lip and she melted into his kiss again.

Nate Archibald knocked on the door of Chuck's hotel suite, needing someone to talk to, or more accurately, get high with. Chuck opened the door, looking very ruffled and in his dressing gown made of purple silk. "Err... is this a bad time man?" Nate enquired, "Is she anyone you can get rid of? Cos I kinda need to 'talk'" Chuck's expression went through a few different changes. "Actually Nathaniel, I actually slept last night. I am just having breakfast with a friend. But feel free to come in and join."

Blair watched as Chuck pulled open the door to reveal Nate, who looked shocked to see her there. She continued eating her croissant calmly.

"What's she doing here, man?" she heard Nate hiss at Chuck, and couldn't hold back a smile.

"Nate, let's be civil shall we?" she smirked at him. "Since Chuck and I are having breakfast and you interrupted, it's only fair that you be polite. Would you like a croissant? Bass was quite the pig, there's only one left."

Chuck sat back down next to Blair, and when Nate wasn't looking, whispered in her ear, "well of course I'm a pig; you've given me a healthy appetite with our morning activity." She smirked at him and kissed his ear.

Nate left after only half an hour, since Chuck and Blair were clearly in their own little world full of private jokes that Nate did not understand.

Blair sighed and stood up, "I should be leaving too Bass. I have a party to organise for tonight."

Chuck kissed her neck and ran his hands up her waist to the buttons on her shirt, "or you could stay with me a while longer." He murmured.

She giggled in a very un-Blair-like way and nodded.

So that's it.

Review please! I'd like to know whether you like it and/or you think it should be multi chaptered or just a one shot.

XOXO, Lissa