A/N: Once again, I have waited till nearly midnight to write up the next chapter. This story just offers me some relief I think….I mean, I can only NOT do my homework for so long…and believe me the GUILT is piling on, but hey as long as CB have possibilities, how can I not write another chapter? ;p PLEASE REVIEW!!!! =DDDDDDDDD
*A bit of sexual reference near the end of this chapter, but it shouldn’t be too bad. ;p
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CH.6—Eyes of Fire
    “Chuck,” she said, louder this time, her tone taking charge of the situation. She had fallen under his spell again, like she did every time he was within two feet of her, or in the same room really, but she forced herself to look away. And when she did, he pushed the door further in and stepped inside her room, walking past her.
    “I was wondering if you’d seen my…” he paused just before her bed, where he spotted her phone.
1 NEW MESSAGE FROM: CHUCK BASS
    His eyebrows furrowed as he went to pick up the phone, but she followed his gaze and snatched the phone up first, hiding it in her crossed arms. Chuck snickered as the vibrating phone sent colorful lights across her skin.
    “How—“ he maintained his snickers, “how are you---hmm,” he stopped himself.
    She raised her eyebrows. “Is there something you need Chuck?” she asked, nonchalantly.
    “Uh….” He seemed confused, far too confused for being Chuck Bass. The phone was STILL vibrating.
    Blair bit her lip painfully, trying to hold the anguished moans inside. Damn that Vanessa! When will she learn?! Don’t call, if I don’t respond to the freaking message! Yes, somehow in the last few minutes Blair had come to the conclusion that she infact, had not responded to Abrams’ pathetic excuse for posing as Chuck Bass.
    Chuck walked closer to her, trying to steal away the phone, which he had so obviously seen Blair place between her arms. Becoming aware of his intent, Blair grabbed hold of the item with her hand and waved her arms around in odd directions so as to prevent Chuck from grabbing hold of it. She tried to run off, but she was blocked at every turn. When he finally grabbed her arm in which the hand was holding her phone, she panicked, her eyes widening.
    She gulped, thinking desperately to herself how in the world she could get out of this. That sickening smile of his grew even wider, and when she slipped the phone into the front of her nightgown, (quite proud of herself for thinking of the idea) it only widened all the more. She frowned.
    “Don’t think I won’t go in there,” he whispered huskily.
    Her mouth opened in shock, though she really shouldn’t have been surprised at his snide remark. Luckily, another thought came to her mind and she took it instantly. She clutched at her chest through the fabric of her dress, making sure the phone did not fall through to the ground and slipped past Chuck before he could stop her.
    She was panting when she finally turned around on the opposite side of her bed.
    “I always did like the chase,” he slyly spoke. He tried to just simply walk to the side of the bed Blair was on, but she jumped back over the bed, and in such a hurry, it nearly made his stomach hurt in laughter. He followed her, even attempting to reach her speed for half a moment.
    After playing Ring-A-Round the Rosy for nearly ten minutes, Chuck grew annoyed.
    “Blair, knock it off! You’re acting like a wild monkey!” he said, finally catching up to her and holding her arms in place at her sides. “Why won’t you let me see what’s on your phone?” he asked, his voice calming now.
    She looked scared to death. What had gotten into her?
    “Why do you need to see it?” she spat angrily, struggling through his hold on her.
    He let go of her and backed away, as she found herself sitting on the edge of her bed again. After awhile, she composed herself, and sighed, bringing her hands up to rub her temples. “Why are you here Chuck?” she nearly whined.
    A few moments of silence passed and, he turned for the door. She looked up at him, anger evident in her eyes. He was going to leave right when they were about to actually have a decent conversation?! NO. WAY. She ran to the door and blocked his exit. “What do you think you’re doing?!” she almost screeched. And in the stretching out of her arms across the closed door, the object inside her nightgown fumbled and slipped through the opening at the bottom, now reaching mid thigh.
    She was panting, but made enough energy to scoff at herself for how stupid she had been…playing right into his trap. “Ugh,” she let out, mentally smacking herself.
    Chuck’s face lit up, reluctantly taking his gaze away from the gorgeous girl in front of him and laying it on the ground. He snatched the phone up in an instant, slightly confused as to why Blair had made no effort to retain back her prized possession.
    “Now, don’t be too hard on yourself,” he said, turning around and heading towards her bed. Once he was seated he looked up to her defeated form again and the fire shone in his eyes. “It was a solid effort,” he winked.
God. Did he HAVE to throw my own words back in my face?! Oh wait…I did that earlier didn’t I? She huffed, slowly making her way over to him and took a seat next to him on the bed, careful not to be touching him. It just wasn’t safe. No one was home. It was just her and him. And that fire in his eyes….well it had caused a flush in her face.
    She flipped on the lamp beside them on the night table, quite aware by now that they had been scampering around her room in the dark. Goodness knows how they hadn’t run into anything.
    “Who is this?” Chuck asked, confused, bringing Blair out of her thoughts.
    “I’m pretty sure it’s Vanessa,” she said casually.
    He looked at her, partly in shock, partly with a wicked wide smile shining across his face, in awe of the manipulative girl sitting beside him. Man, how I love her.
    “Really?” he asked, pretending he didn’t believe a word.
    “Mmhmmm,” she said, leaning over him so that her body rested lightly against his left arm. She pushed her fingers across the buttons on the phone, so as to find Vanessa’s latest message. After all, she had to focus on SOMETHING other than Chuck’s body holding her up, if she was going to get out of here alive. “See? She has you apologizing,” she laughed out right, looking at him again.
    His eyes.
    So intense.
    They penetrated through to her very soul. Her laughter ceased.
    “Blair?” he asked, barely a whisper.
    She couldn’t look away. Her eyes anticipated his next words.
    “Why didn’t you want me to see this?” he held up the phone.
    She snapped out of the heavy attraction she had fallen into and laughed nervously, trying to grab the phone back from him, but he held it tightly in his grip. The struggle went on for a few seconds more, before he successfully had it far enough away from her, and she had given up on trying to retrieve it.
    He flipped back through the messages rapidly until he found the messages Blair had sent supposedly to his phone. He turned back to her. She looked so guilty. Or was that her trying to look innocent?
    “Blair, did you really mean these?” he questioned. “You feel nothing?”
She gaped, shocked by his question. Since when was Chuck Bass insecure? How could he insinuate a fact so obviously not true?! Of course she had feelings for him! Very DEEP feelings, in fact! But was it really worth it to put herself out there again, after all the pain he had caused her earlier? Didn’t she deserve a little pride in this instance? A little white lie?
    He scoffed at her silence. “Well thanks for the heads up!” he snapped, pushing past her to leave.
    Her anger was brewing, her pain too. He couldn’t just walk away from her, regardless if she felt a need not to stop him. She wanted to scream, and every fiber of her being felt as though it would self-combust in a matter of seconds. She forced herself to roll her eyes at his proceeding departure, feeling the need to gain some control.
    “Thanks, you too!” she bit the dust with such sarcasm. He paused in his steps, and whipped his head around to her.
    “What are you talking about?!”
    “You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about,” she declared, stepping towards him and pressing her finger into his chest for several pokes.
    He looked at her confused, pushing her hand away.
    “Vanessa?!” she hissed.
    He exhaled, becoming aware. His head hung low. Headache. Headache. Why did I come? Oh, right. Phone. Waldorf. Blair.
    She folded her arms across her chest again. “If I don’t have feelings for you, then YOU have feelings for that little troll. Simple as that.”
    His gaze shot to her, widening. Was he hearing this correctly? Did Blair Waldorf just admit to having feelings for him?
    She noticed the shift in the meaning behind her eyes, and distanced herself from him slightly. She held up a hand as he attempted to approach her. “I only told her that stuff so that she would act outrageously and therefore give away her identity,” she said, turning and sitting pristinely on the edge of her bed once again.
    Chuck hadn’t heard a word she’d said. All he knew was she had inadvertently admitted to still having feelings for him, or having them at one point. That, and she was wearing a very thin loose piece of clothing. He stalked towards her seductively.
    “Chuck,” she warned, looking up at him again, after crossing her legs over each other.
    “Chuck,” she said again, holding out her hands to block him from coming any closer.
    “Chuck.” She crawled backwards onto her bed and stayed in that hands and knees positions, until he crawled onto her bed in the same manner, kicking off his shoes at the edge of her bed.
    “So help me, if you rape me, I will never speak to you again,” she warned, scared for her own soul in that very moment, because she knew that if anything did happen right then and there, speaking would not be an issue….because it would’ve been completely consensual.
    He smirked, letting out a quiet laugh. “Please Waldorf.”
WORDS! FINALLY WORDS!! After all of that intense stare had sent her chills and yet warmed her so completely…she was being brought back to the reality of language and vocabulary.
    She laughed nervously, quietly, pushing herself as far away from him as she could manage. “Bass, I’m warning you,” her eyes darted to him as he resumed his stare.
    “Warning me against what?” he asked huskily, as he finally caught hold of her. His palms grasped her tiny wrists and she froze in his hold. She was breathing harder, faster, but she wouldn’t look him in the eye. If she did, there would be no turning back.
    She gulped. “Against rape!” she forced herself to snap at him, but it was not very effective, since she was still staring at the bed sheets and not his determined face. She tried to unleash herself from his curled fingers, but she only weakened when he brought her arm towards him and began to kiss it sensually. It sent tingles down her spine when he reached her neck and whispered the dirtiest nothings into her ear.
    “Chuck,” she moaned, her resolve completely weakening. She got up on her knees, so as to push him away, but he only followed suit and kissed her hard on the mouth.
    Her eyes rolled back into her head as she pulled him closer to her and ravaged his own mouth, pressing up against him desperately, finding the desire in his eyes fully falling into her own when he laid her delicately against her own pillows. His clothes suddenly found themselves on the ground, and there was not much of hers to discard. Though he did love that pretty little nightgown she had been traipsing about in.
    “Chuck…ch-chuck,” she gasped, biting her lip to keep the initial moans from escaping, as he continued to caress her.
    He climbed on top of her, leaving sweet butterfly kisses across her face and down her other, untouched arm. “It’s not rape, if I’m in love with you.”
    Her eyes shut tightly, letting a quiet tear escape as he entered her. Again. And again. And again. And she didn’t stop him. Somewhere in the midst of arguing and playful banter, she had found her relief in him. In his touch. In that deadly stare of his. And she had found out everything she ever needed to know to believe in herself all over again. To believe in them.
As their hands found themselves intertwined together, Chuck found himself releasing the now still phone, and just before it landed softly on the carpet just below them, Blair clicked the switch off. To Silent.
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A/N: No Vanessa in this chapter….I know you all are just SOOOOOOO disappointed (lol), but don’t worry….for those of you who actually missed the spazzing out Brooklynite, she will be returning. This isn’t the end of the story, but it probably is coming to a close….less than 5 chapters I should guess. ;p Hope you loved it! PLEASE REVIEW!!! =DDDDDDD