::She pulled herself onto the counter and smiled at him::
::He kissed her quickly on the lips and turned back to his creation. The timer went off and he drained the pasta and poured the sauce on. He made them two plates and brought it into the Archibald's beautiful dining room.::
"Sit down, I'll be right back."
::He opened the parent's wine cellar and pulled out a bottle of rare French one. He returned to the table and poured them each a glass.::
::He said with a goofy French accent.::
::Trying to be as sexy as possible, Blair picked up her fork, twirling a small bite of pasta around it and slid it into her mouth. She chewed softly and then swallowed, smiling at him::
::She sipped her wine and ran her hand against his arm::
"Glad you like it. But I didn't make any dessert.."
::He said suggestively.::
"Ooo, thats too bad"
::She leaned in and kissed his ear lightly::
::He put his hand behind her neck and kissed her neck.::
"Any suggestions? I mean.. I could go pick up some ice cream."
::He laughed and then took a sip of his wine.::
"We'll figure something out"
::Blair wanted Nate. They still hadn't had sex and she wouldn't mind doing it with him right now. It obviously wasnt that, exact moment she pictured, but those planned situations never seemed to work, so she was up for just about anything::
"Yeah, we're prety clever."
::He grinned and picked up both their plates and walked into the kitched.::
::She followed Nate into the kitchen and put her plate down::
"I'll be right back"
::She kissed his cheek and then turned and walked towards the bathroom. This was a process Blair was used to. It had been going on at every meal/snack/nervous situation since she was 12. She walked into the bathroom, shutting the door lightly behind her, she pulled a clip out of her purse and pulled her long dark hair back behind her ears, clipping it before kneeling on the ground::
::Nate rinsed the plates and left them in the sink, the housekeeper would take care of them in the morning. He walked back towards his bedroom, and heard a weird sound from the bathroom. He knocked gently and opened the door.::
"Blair, are you ok?"
::He looked and saw her head over the toilet.::
"What... what are you doing?"
::Blair quickly jumped to her feet, wiping her mouth with a tissue::
"I wasn't feeling good"
::He shook his head.::
"No, Blair. I saw.. I saw your finger down your throat."
::Blair answered immediatly::
"Sometimes it just, helps to...get it out. You know?"
::Even though she thought she was making sense, she was positive Nate knew her well enough to know if she was lying or not::
::he didn't believe her. He walked closer to her and grabbed her hand.::
"Blair, you know that I know you better than that. Why would you do this yourself?"
"Nate- its not what you think it is.."
::She hated lying to him. But what else was she supposed to do. No one knew about this, and she wasn't about to let him know::