Today is my birthday so I decided to gift my wonderful readers with chapter one of my honeymoon fic. Just a note about timing; Chuck and Blair's wedding takes place at the beginning of December. I believe that someone has pointed out in the past that Nate's cell phone says that it is December 1st the day before the wedding so that is the date I am going with for this story. Also this fic is obviously rated M for a reason. If it's not your thing move on. A big thank you to SL Millar from Twitter for coming up with the title to this fic. It's perfect. Each chapter will take place at a new destination. I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for the continued support of my work. As always nothing belongs to me.
Blair became aware of several things as she slowly began to wake. The first was the fact that she was most certainly alone in the large, comfortable though very rumpled bed. She felt his absence immediately. In truth it was probably the cause of her release from her deep slumber. She felt slightly sad to be waking up alone on this of all mornings.
Second she was keenly aware of the aches throughout her body. It seemed like every muscle was screaming in discomfort as she rolled from her stomach onto her back. This also made her realize that she was naked. Her beautiful white lace and silk Carine Gilson negligee was missing. She recalled him removing it from her body only a few hours ago. He had pushed into her as she slowly woke.
She reluctantly opened her eyes taking in the small amount of sunshine that was sneaking in through the partially opened drapes. She winced as she felt the soreness between her thighs. He had been insatiable last night and after nearly seven months of celibacy she was quite out of practice. She smiled softly at the memory of her husband making love to her.
Her husband; how sweet did that sound? After years of making up and breaking up, banter, heartbreak, missed opportunities and poor timing they were finally husband and wife. No one could change that now. He was hers and she in turn belonged to him in every way.
She stretched as she pulled the duvet closer. She realized for the first time in a very long time she was happy. There was absolutely nothing that she wanted that she didn't already have. She felt secure, safe and loved and that equaled bliss. There was no worrying about what tomorrow would bring. She had Chuck by her side and nothing else mattered.
She waited a few more minutes hoping her husband would return to their bed but when that didn't happen she pushed herself upright shoving her hair back and sliding out from under the covers. She got up stifling a yawn.
She spied the white silk of her negligee on the floor peeking out from under the end of the bed. She bent over and picked it up slipping it on. She headed into the bathroom to freshen up.
Ten minutes later feeling refreshed she pulled on her robe and headed out to find Chuck.
He had brought her back to the penthouse of the Palace last night. It felt like coming home in a way. They had spent so many happy days and nights locked away here back when they were first dating.
She stepped out of the room and headed down the hall to the living room. She immediately saw Chuck, still in his bathrobe, sitting on the couch. He had a cup of espresso in one hand and a newspaper in the other. Whatever he was reading had him completely engrossed because he didn't even hear her come down the hall.
She came up behind him wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He jumped a little at being caught off guard. She kissed his cheek. "Good morning, my handsome husband."
He tossed the paper aside and reached up caressing her arm. "Good morning, my beautiful wife."
She released her hold on him and stepped around the couch taking the seat next to him. She tucked her legs under her facing him. "I woke up all alone and I didn't like it one bit." She reached out caressing his shoulder. She gave him a pout.
He leaned forward setting his cup aside. He lifted the coffee pot from the service tray and poured a cup. He picked it up sitting back and handed it to her. "Disappointing my bride the morning after our wedding; clearly I'm failing at this husband thing already." He gave a smile that was anything but happy.
Blair looked confused as she set the freshly poured cup of coffee aside. She then leaned closer to him. "What are you talking about? You haven't failed at anything."
"The papers would say differently." He gestured towards the stack of discarded newspapers.
The Post was on top and she glanced at the headline. "Billionaire CEO dead (again); Bass heir marries in suspicious shotgun wedding." There was a picture of Chuck and Blair from several years ago.
Blair rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck resting her forehead against his temple. "You aren't really going to pay attention to a tabloid newspaper are you? They have no idea what they're talking about."
When he remained silent she kissed his cheek and pulled back a little. "Chuck, it's gossip, nothing more."
"Is it? I let my father die and then I ran off and married you. Not exactly on the up and up." He wouldn't look at her.
Blair realized he was slipping into a dark place and she refused to let that happen. "You did not let him die. You were protecting yourself. He was ruthless and wouldn't have stopped until you were dead. I'm sorry, but better him than you. And as far as running off and marrying me, we've been basically engaged for the past seven months and we have a marriage license dated two months ago. So let The Post, and whoever else, say what they're going to say because we know the truth and that's all that matters."
He finally glanced at her. "I put a ring on a chain and we forged a license hardly…"
"Stop it." She cut him off. "Didn't you want to marry me?" She raised her eyebrows at him.
"More than anything else in the world," it was barely a whisper.
She smiled softly. "And I was desperate to be your wife." She cupped his cheek. "The only thing that matters is right here; you and me, that's it." She kissed him. "I love you, Chuck Bass, and I have never been happier in my life and I owe it all to you." She stared at him for a moment, tears filling her eyes. "Please, be happy too."
He stared at her. He searched her face for a moment. Blair nodded her head gently. He smiled, genuinely this time, and pulled her to him. He captured her lips in a searing kiss. When they separated he pulled her into his arms.
"I am happy, Blair. You know that I have never been anywhere near happiness until you. You are everything good in my life."
She laid her head against his shoulder as she took his hand in hers and entwined their fingers together. "I cannot imagine how hard all this has been for you and I want you to know that I'm here for you. I told you once before that I would stand by you through anything and I meant it. We're a team now and you're not alone. We'll face whatever we have to face together." She lifted her head and glanced at him. "Okay?"
He nodded. "Thank you."
"I love you."
Suddenly she didn't feel like talking anymore and he obviously had the same thought as he pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling his thighs.
He reached for the silk sash tied around her waist and pulling on it opened her robe. "Now I think it's time for a proper good morning."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Good morning." She leaned forward and met his lips in a passionate kiss. As he cupped her bottom she let all thoughts about the future slip from her mind and concentrated only on her husband.
She was going to make sure he was loved and happy for once in his life. He was going to know the security of a family and unconditional love, something he had never had before. He was, from this moment on, her priority. No one was going to tear him down or upset him in any way, not as long as she could help it.
She was Blair Waldorf Bass and she was planning on having a great life with the man she loved and if there was one thing she was good at it was following through on a plan.
The next couple of days flew by. Chuck and Blair had vacated the Palace after twenty three hours. The press and paparazzi were desperate for any bit of information and their presence in the courtyard was causing guests to complain. They both realized it was bad for business and so they had moved back to the Waldorf penthouse. It wasn't ideal but Chuck had promised Blair that it was only temporary while he had his team searching for the perfect prewar townhouse.
So Blair got to work overseeing the blending of their households. When Chuck's wardrobe started to arrive she knew her closet was a no-go, so she immediately set Dorota to work converting Serena's old room into a dressing room and closet for Chuck. It was no small feat that Dorota handled with ease as always. In addition to all this, Blair was knee deep in Waldorf Designs and the Fall line.
Chuck, along with Jack and Lily, were doing massive damage control at Bass Industries. Bart had not altered his will from the first time he was pronounced dead so once again Chuck was CEO and controlling shareholder. The board was grumbling and gossiping about the "real" death of Bart Bass and the suspicious circumstances surrounding it and his son. There had even been some whispering about a vote of no confidence.
Both Jack and Lily thought it was imperative to present a united front and also to have a proper memorial and burial for Bart. Chuck was adamant that he would take no part in any such tribute to his unfeeling father. Lily had tried to explain that it was strictly for appearances' sake and nothing more, but Chuck held steadfast to his decision. There was no way in hell he was going to pretend to mourn the man who threatened his family and nearly killed him.
They were at a crossroads and something had to give.
Lily knocked lightly on the open door to Blair's office. Blair glanced up from the patterns she was adding notes to.
A smile spread across her face. "Lily, what a nice surprise." She pushed her chair back standing up and coming around her desk to hug her mother-in-law.
Lily pulled back and smiled at Blair. "Do you have a minute to talk?"
Blair nodded. "Of course. Do you want coffee or tea?"
Lily took one of the chairs in front of Blair's desk, crossing her legs and smoothing out her skirt. "No, thank you. I'm good Blair."
Blair had known Lily all her life and she knew the look on her face; she was worried about something. Blair walked to her office door and leaned over the threshold telling her assistant not to bother her. She then closed the door and, turning the other chair in Lily's direction, sat down.
"What's wrong? Is it Serena?" Blair was worried about her best friend. Ever since learning that Dan was Gossip Girl, Serena seemed to be all googly-eyed again for the so called writer. Blair was still not happy about that situation and she couldn't understand why more of them didn't feel the same way.
Lily sighed looking up at Blair. "Serena has been surprisingly happy the past two days." Blair rolled her eyes and Lily ignored it. "I'm actually here to talk to you about Charles."
Blair's brow wrinkled in confusion. "What's wrong? He's been okay the past day or so."
"This isn't personal, Blair, it's business."
Blair held up her hand to stop her mother-in-law from proceeding. "Lily, I can't get involved with BI stuff. Chuck and I have made a decision to keep business separate from our personal lives. If he needs to talk to me about something then he'll come to me, otherwise I'm staying out of it."
Lily nodded and stared at the picture of Bianca Jagger hanging right behind Blair. "I respect that, Blair, I really do. But this is more than just business." She turned her gaze to her daughter-in-law. "I'm assuming you and Charles will want to start a family one day."
Blair's hand unconsciously drifted to her stomach. "We haven't talked about it, but I do know that having a child of his own is something Chuck wants and I, of course, would like to be able to give him that."
Lily leaned forward a bit in the chair. "I'm also assuming you would want that child to inherit his or her father's legacy."
Blair wistfully smiled at the thought of their son working side by side with Chuck at Bass Industries. "Of course."
"If Charles doesn't do what he needs to do, there won't be a Bass Industries for your son or daughter to inherit. This concerns you as much as it does Charles. Do you understand?"
Blair leaned back into her chair, sighing. "I don't know the first thing about that business. I don't see how I can be of any help."
"This is about appearances and no one knows how to act appropriately or more put together than you, Blair. We need to have a memorial service for Bart and Charles needs to attend. It is imperative that we show the board and the shareholders that Bart's death was nothing more than a tragic accident and that we, his family, are completely above suspicion." She held Blair's gaze letting her words soak in.
Blair swallowed hard. She knew what Lily was saying was true, but the thought of trying to coerce Chuck into doing something that would be so painful for him made her heart hurt. "I don't know what I can do."
"You have a way with him that none of us do. He listens to you. He always has." Lily stood up. "You have to get him onboard with this. Blair, it is so important."
Blair joined her getting to her feet. "I'll do my best. I'll talk to him tonight."
Lily reached out squeezing her hand. "Thank you. I know I can count on you." She turned to leave and paused before opening the door. "Oh and Blair, you may want to think about hosting a dinner party for the board members in the next week or so. It would give them a chance to see that Charles is settled and happily married to a woman he loves."
Blair nodded. "Of course."
Lily gave her a weak smile and opened the door leaving her alone in the office. Blair sat back down in the chair. She would have to approach the subject of Bart's memorial service very carefully. She didn't want Chuck to think they were ganging up on him or trying to force him to do something that he didn't want to do.
She had absolutely no idea how she was going to do this, but she knew she had to. It would kill Chuck to lose Bass Industries. It was his legacy and they needed to protect it. Somehow she'd have to convince him that a memorial service was the first step in doing just that.
She got up and went to her desk picking up her phone and calling Dorota. Step one would be a beautiful dress and quiet dinner for just the two of them. She needed Eleanor and Cyrus out of the house and everything arranged perfectly. Dorota was going to be very busy the rest of the day.
Blair heard the ding of the elevator and she turned to greet her husband a glass of his favorite scotch in hand.
Dorota had handled everything perfectly. She had arranged for Cyrus and Eleanor to go to the opera. The Met was doing Carmen, which, with its four acts, was the perfect way to get them out of the house for the night. Dinner had been cooked to perfection by the head chef of Per Se and was ready to be served in fifteen minutes. Blair was perfectly dressed in Herve Leger. The cobalt blue Jules scalloped A-line bandage dress clung to her curves accenting them perfectly. Her hair was loose and curled hanging down her back.
She had had Graham, the doorman, ring up when Chuck pulled up to the building so she could pour his drink and make sure everything was in place.
Chuck stepped off the elevator tossing his wool and cashmere coat onto the bench in the hall and setting his briefcase onto the floor. Blair watched as he came into her line of vision. She knew the minute he spied her.
He paused a moment before sauntering over to her.
She smiled sweetly as he looked her over from head to toe. "Welcome home."
He smirked at her as he placed his hands on either side of her hips squeezing as he kissed her. He took the glass from her hand and stared at her as he took a sip. "I think I like this marriage thing." He reached around her waist and rested his free hand on her ass. "Is this how you you're going to greet me every night?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. "As many nights as I'm able to." She went to kiss him again but he stopped her.
"We better stop or I'll end up fucking you on the chaise and I really don't want Eleanor to find us like that." He kissed her cheek and turned away from her crossing to the couch.
Blair picked up her martini from the bar and followed him. "You'll be happy to know that my mother and Cyrus are at the ballet for the night." She sat next to him arranging her skirt and taking a sip of her drink.
Chuck thought for a moment. "Carmen, right? That means we have at least," he did a quick calculation in his head, "four hours of alone time."
She smiled nodding her head. "Yes." She reached out setting her glass aside. "And there's Per Se for dinner." She rested her hand on his thigh and leaned in to kiss him.
Chuck immediately pulled back. "What's going on, Blair?"
Blair feigned innocence and shook her head as she tried to kiss him again. This time Chuck physically moved his whole body back from her. "I know you, Blair Waldorf, and I know when you're up to something. The dress, which looks amazing by the way, the drink, your mother absent from the house and now dinner from one of my favorite places. Spill it." He raised his eyebrows at her.
She sat back, pretending to pout crossing her arms in front of herself. "First of all, it's Bass, not Waldorf, and second, can't I plan a romantic evening for my husband?"
He watched her for a minute before taking a sip of his drink and setting it aside. "Alright, Bass," he emphasized the name, "look me in the eye and tell me there's not an angle here."
Blair met his eyes and knew the gig was up. "Fine; Lily came to see me today."
"She did what?" He stood up abruptly grabbing his glass. "She had no right to do that." He stormed over to the bar and refilled his glass. He swallowed it all at once and filled it again.
Blair crossed over to him putting her hand on his shoulder. "Don't be angry with her. She's looking out for you."
He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. "I can't pretend to mourn that bastard."
Blair moved her hand down his back and around his waist. She squeezed gently as she gripped his upper arm with her free hand. "I understand that and no one expects you to. We just need to have a small private service, family only. I'll be by your side through it all."
She could tell he was thinking it over so she waited a minute to give him time to let her words sink in.
He took another sip of his drink setting it down and shook his head. "He doesn't deserve that kind of respect." He sniffed and Blair knew he was more affected than he had expressed. "I would feel differently if it had just been me that he threatened and hated, but he used you and that's something I can't forgive."
"Chuck, this isn't about Bart or the awful things he did. This is about you and me and our family." He glanced down at her. His eyes were full of unshed tears. "Don't let him take anything else away from you. This company is yours and someday it'll belong to our child. We have to protect it for him. It's your legacy and if we have to pretend that we are in a state of mourning for a few hours then it's a small price to pay."
He turned to face her wrapping her in his embrace. He squeezed her tightly. "I'll do it, but it means nothing. It's strictly for show."
She released the breath she was holding. "I can't ask for anything more than that."
Dorota suddenly entered the room. "Dinner is ready, Miss Blair."
Chuck and Blair separated. "Thank you, Dorota. We'll be right in." Blair turned back to Chuck. "We can do this. It's one day."
He leaned down and kissed her. "What would I do without you?"
She smiled softly at him. "Good thing you won't ever have to find out." She took his hand and started to lead him to the dining room.
Suddenly he stopped her. "Did you say 'our child'?"
"Yes." She raised her eyes to meet his intense gaze. "I know we haven't talked about it, but I'm assuming one day you'd like to have a child."
A huge smile spread across his face. "You have no idea how much I want that; the sooner the better."
She cupped his cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss. "Don't get too excited. I have no intention of getting pregnant any time soon." She started to turn away again and he pulled her back.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and ran hand over her bottom and down to the hem of her dress. He slowly slid his fingers underneath and over her upper thigh. "I can be very persuasive when I want something."
She sighed reaching around and pulling his arms from around her. "And I can be very stubborn. Now let's eat before Chef Keller's Wagyu becomes cold."
He smirked as he followed her into the dining room. "You really went all out, didn't you?"
"I thought it was going to take a lot more to persuade you." She sat down at the table as he held her chair out for her. "You should see the lingerie I'm wearing."
He slid her in and leaned over placing his hands on her shoulders. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and then whispered in her ear, "Oh, I plan on seeing it. And just so you know for the future, I'm much more amenable with you completely naked under your dresses." He kissed her ear and then took the seat next to her arranging his clothe napkin across his lap.
Blair stared at him and wondered if they'd even make it to dessert before they ended up making love. Twenty minutes later, she had her answer as he carried her upstairs to their bedroom.
Blair woke with a start. She glanced at the clock. Four forty-two. Then she felt Chuck turn and moan and realized he must have woken her. He seemed to be having a bad dream.
She fell back against her pillow and reached out with an arm to touch his back giving him a little shake. He woke up rolling onto his back panting.
Blair raised herself up a little bit. "Are you okay? I think you were having a bad dream."
Chuck ran a hand over his face still trying to catch his breath. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
She closed the space between them wrapping an arm around his waist and resting her head against his pajama covered chest. She could hear his heartbeat. It was racing.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" she whispered.
He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back gently. "No, not really."
She decided not to push it. She lay there for a few minutes listening to his heartbeat return to a slower pace. His breathing deepened and she realized he was already falling back to sleep. Unfortunately she wasn't able to.
The memorial service was held two days later and it was strictly family only. They had had a small luncheon after and then it was over. Chuck had to admit it wasn't as bad as he had thought it was going to be. They still faced reporters when leaving and returning, but with Blair grasping his hand tightly he was able to get through it.
Now he could concentrate on Bass Industries and getting the confidence of the board and shareholders back. He would do whatever it took to make sure he kept his company.
Jack entered his office, knocking once before walking in. Chuck glanced up from the contracts he was looking over. He watched as Jack crossed the space.
"So I spoke directly to Magnus Larsen and he's one hundred percent behind you. That's huge. He has a lot of pull with some of the board members." He took the chair in front of Chuck's desk.
Chuck nodded his head. "Thank you for doing that."
Jack shrugged. "He owed me. I got him out of a sticky situation over at the Knickerbocker."
Chuck rolled his eyes. He didn't even want to know. "What's our next move?"
Jack thought for a second. "The dinner you and Blair are hosting is a good next step. Your wife can charm anyone. Until then, we continue business as usual. Show them that you are completely in charge." He hesitated a moment. "Speaking of business as usual, I wanted to know what my standing is in the company." He stared directly at Chuck.
Chuck was confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, am I being sent back Down Under or what?"
"Do you want to go back to Australia?" Chuck leaned back in his chair.
Jack shook his head. "Not particularly. The women aren't plentiful and a good single malt is impossible to find."
He was trying to be glib but Chuck could see right through it. They hadn't always had the best relationship, but he was family. The only blood he had left. He didn't consider his mother at all in this equation, and Jack had gone above and beyond to help him and Blair out these past couple of years.
"I'd like you to stay on here in New York if you would like to."
Jack took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Great. Plus it is best to show a united front and all that." He stood up.
Chuck joined him buttoning his jacket. "It's not just about appearances, Jack. You've been a valuable asset to this company but more importantly you've proven your loyalty to Blair and me. I appreciate that, more than you know."
Chuck stepped around his desk holding out his hand. Jack shook it.
"Don't get all mushy on me, nephew." Jack smirked at him.
Chuck smiled. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Jack started to head out of the room and paused at the threshold. "By the way, great write-up in the Times today. I'm sure Blair was thrilled."
Chuck's brow furrowed as his uncle left. He went back around to his desk picking up the Times. He had gone through the business section but bypassed the rest of it. He started to flip through it and then it caught his eye.
There in the New York Today section was a picture of Blair and him at some event or another. The headline read: "Former Grimaldi Princess weds and becomes Queen of Manhattan". Immediately he felt his blood boil a little. He wondered if he'd ever not be bothered by her marriage to that French pussy.
He quickly scanned the fluff piece. It mentioned the location, her Elie Saab dress, speculation as to their future plans and living arrangements. There was a quote from a "source" saying everyone knew they would marry eventually; it was just a matter of when. It went on to mention her previous marriage and divorce and Bart's death. He tossed the paper aside and went back to his work feeling irritated.
He wasn't feeling much better three hours later when his wife breezed into his office, bringing the scent of Chanel No. 5 with her.
She tossed her coat and handbag onto the chair. "I hope I'm not interrupting. Do you have ten minutes?" She came around his desk leaning over and kissing him.
He nodded sitting back in his chair. "For you, always."
She beamed down at him as she leaned back against his desk and handed him the file she was holding. "Can you look over the guest list for dinner and make sure I haven't forgotten anyone?"
He opened the file and quickly scanned the list. It was the usual suspects. He knew his assistant had sent her the list, so he knew it was right. He also knew she could've just as easily emailed him a copy without coming to the office.
He handed the file back to her. "It's complete." He eyed her as she set the file aside.
"Good. I'm thinking a simple menu is best; three courses, cocktails a half hour before."
"Why are you here, Blair?" He knew her and he knew this was about more than guest lists and menus.
"Can't I stop by to see my husband?" She pushed away from the desk and walked to the other side.
"Yes, but I have a feeling this is about more than menus."
She sighed turning to face him. "You haven't been sleeping well and I'm worried about you."
He took a deep breath. He had been having the same nightmare since Bart died. In it, Bart is on the roof with Blair and, just as Chuck gets there to rescue her, Bart pushes her off the edge. He is helpless and unable to save her and he wakes up in a complete panic.
"I'm fine, Blair." He didn't sound very convincing.
"I was thinking maybe we should get away for a little bit, just the two of us. It could be a honeymoon of sorts. A change of scenery could be nice." She forced a smile.
"The board would love that. I'm not even CEO for a week and I'm running off to some island somewhere. I can't do that." He stood up.
Blair's face fell. "Of course. I wasn't thinking." She reached out and picked up her file. She spied the paper open to the piece about their wedding. "You saw the article?"
"Yes, I saw it. Do you think there will ever be a day that they don't mention that French fuck?" Chuck stared at her. He felt so angry and he knew it was more than the stupid article.
Blair straightened her shoulders. "I'm going to go now. You obviously have a lot to do." She turned around grabbing her coat and handbag and rushing towards the door.
Chuck was on her in a flash. He was being an ass and he knew it. As she started to pull the door open, he shoved it closed again.
"Blair, I'm sorry."
She refused to turn around. He reached out placing his hands onto her shoulders. "I'm being a jerk. I love you so much and being reminded of a time when you were completely lost to me drives me crazy." He leaned into her.
"Please, don't leave here angry." He kissed the back of her head before putting his arms around her waist. "Please, I love you." He whispered against her temple.
She dropped her coat and hand bag along with the file which fell open when it hit the floor spilling the contents that were inside. Her fingers entwined with his against her abdomen.
She turned her head looking at him. Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. He searched her beautiful face. "I'm sorry," he whispered again.
Her lips captured his and he responded immediately. He turned her around in his embrace and her arms wound around his neck. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as he felt his arousal spike. His hands roamed over her body almost frantically. He slid them under her skirt and without any preamble he tore her lace panties from her.
She gasped as he cupped her bottom and lifted her up pushing her back against the door. Her legs went around his waist as he reached behind her locking the door. Her hands reached between them and she unbuckled his belt and quickly undid his pants.
He pushed her back against the mahogany wood even harder as he torn the front of her blouse open. Buttons went flying everywhere as he pulled it apart and pushed down her lace bra, exposing her breast. He covered it with his mouth tonguing her nipple.
Her hands pushed through his hair, pulling hard as she moaned. He had a passing thought that his assistant and anyone within twenty feet of the door could probably hear them and suddenly he was even more turned on.
He entered her in one hard thrust, banging her back against the door. She started to pant and call his name. He felt her tighten her grip around his neck and he devoured her mouth as he pounded into her.
It was all over within minutes. Chuck had covered her mouth with his as she climaxed. When they were finished, they stayed as they were for a minute or two; Blair's legs wrapped around his waist, his head buried into the side of her neck and his dick still buried inside of her as it went flaccid.
Slowly he moved his one hand from her bottom and helped her lower her legs. He kissed her softly as their bodies separated. Blair whispered an "I love you" against his lips.
He pressed his forehead against hers and reached up cupping her cheeks. "I'm going to try and be less of an ass in the future."
She smiled softly. "I love you no matter what."
He kissed her one more time before reluctantly pulling away from her. He pulled up his pants and then bent down picking up her coat as she tried to straighten herself. Her blouse was completely ruined. He held the coat open for her and let her slide her arms in before pulling it up onto her shoulders. He kissed her cheek and bent down retrieving her papers and handbag.
She took the bag from him, opening it and pulling out her hand mirror. "I'm a mess."
"Go freshen up and I'll walk you out." He watched her as she crossed the office entering his bathroom.
Three minutes later she returned looking nearly immaculate. Other than her ruined blouse and flushed cheeks she looked exactly as she had when she entered his office.
She buttoned her coat and he took her hand and led her out.
Chuck's assistant, being professional as always, wished Blair a pleasant afternoon. A few other employees watched them as they walked out.
By the time they reached the elevator, Blair's cheeks were an even deeper shade of pink. Chuck pushed the button and leaned forward, kissing her.
"You're not embarrassed, are you? It's not like we haven't had sex within earshot of people before." He stared at her.
She glanced down at the floor. "These are people I have to see again."
He placed a finger under her chin and raised her head to look at him. "You're my wife and I'm pretty sure they know we have sex."
She shook her head rolling her eyes. "Knowing and knowing," she stressed the word, "are too different things."
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. "I'll see you tonight, my blushing bride." He kissed her again and she stepped inside pushing the lobby button.
Chuck stood there watching her until the doors closed. He then turned and strode back to his office. Before going in, he turned to the room and shouted, "Everyone get back to work!"
Immediately everyone started to do just that. Chuck entered his office, closing the door behind him.
Chuck jerked awake as Blair was pushed off the roof yet again in his dream. He lay there panting slightly heart pounding. He glanced at the clock; five-eleven. He felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. He had to get a grip. He ran a hand over his face breathing deeply.
He had lost so much already and he was fearful of losing Bass Industries, but all that paled in comparison to the thought of losing Blair. He didn't know what he'd ever do without her.
He glanced over at her. She was sleeping on her side with her back to him. Her dark hair was laid out against the pillow. He reached out touching a strand of it. It felt like silk.
She must have realized he was awake because she turned her head looking at him.
"Chuck? Are you okay?" Her voice was hoarse from sleep.
"Yeah, go back to sleep."
She rolled back over and he thought she was going to do what he asked but instead she reached out turning on the bedside table lamp. She then rolled back over onto her other side so she was facing him.
"Talk to me, Chuck." She placed one arm under her head and used the other to reach out to him touching his arm. "I can tell something's wrong."
He covered his face with his hands fighting back tears.
Blair pushed herself upright and moved next to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Was it the dream again?" When he didn't respond, she pushed a bit harder. "Chuck, if you talk about it you may feel better."
He released a breath and lowered his hands to rest them on top of the duvet. "I can't lose you. He's taken everything from me. My mother, my childhood, my uncle, now my company; I can't lose any more."
Blair didn't need to ask who he was talking about. She felt anger rise up inside of her. How dare he continue to torment the man she loved from the grave? She refused to let this destroy Chuck.
She reached down and grasped his hand with hers entwining her fingers with his. "Chuck, we are going to fight tooth and nail for BI. You will be CEO and you will run that company successfully. I have no doubt about that. Bass Industries is yours." She brought his hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. "And I will be right by your side. Chuck, I'm not going anywhere, ever." She released his hand and reached up cupping his cheek turning his face towards hers. "You have to believe that in your heart. That is one fear you don't need to worry about. I love you. We are married and we're going build our future together. And one day we'll have a child of our own and we'll be a family. That is something no one, not even Bart Bass, will be able to touch. Do you hear me?" Her eyes were swimming with tears.
Chuck nodded as he leaned over and kissed her. "I want that more than anything."
"And you'll have it. Please don't let him get in your head. He can't hurt you anymore unless you allow it."
He pressed his forehead to hers. "You're right," he whispered. He started to kiss her. He needed her desperately.
She lay back, pulling him on top of her. Their lovemaking was intense and quick. Afterwards Chuck held Blair tightly in his arms, kissing her bare shoulder. He made a decision right there and then to never let his father threaten what he had with Blair again. He knew she was his and she wasn't going anywhere. He drifted off to sleep. That was the last night he ever dreamt of Bart pushing Blair off the roof.
The next week passed and Chuck threw himself into work and keeping Bass Industries. The dinner party was a huge success. Blair charmed everyone as Chuck knew she would and the next day they were bombarded with thank you notes and flowers complimenting the entire evening.
Jack, Lily and Chuck had met to decide the next move. Jack brought up the idea of Chuck taking a number of trips to other branches of BI. It would help to show the shareholders that he was committed to every aspect of the company. Lily immediately agreed. Now that they had the board's confidence they needed to keep shareholders happy and invested in the company. Chuck balked at the idea of leaving Blair for extended periods of time so soon after their marriage. Once again they were at a stalemate.
After a day or two of strategizing Chuck had come up with a plan that he felt confident could work. He would agree to do a tour of Bass around the globe under the condition that Blair would accompany him. He also wanted at least two solid weeks of non-business stops. He owed her a honeymoon and he planned on giving it to her in spades.
Before he mentioned anything to Blair, he spoke to Lily and Jack and then ran his plan past Eleanor. She would have to oversee Waldorf Designs day to day while Blair was gone. Eleanor happily agreed. She told him to go and take all the time they needed.
So Chuck laid out a tentative itinerary with their first stop being Paris. Blair's father had been complaining about not being at the wedding, and Blair, being the ever faithful daughter, was feeling guilty. He decided they would celebrate Christmas there and spend time with Harold and Roman before starting their tour. Plus he figured Blair could get her trousseau while in the City of Lights.
Blair was stopping by the office to deal with some paperwork, including the changing of Chuck's will as well as her new I.D. and bank cards. He wanted everything settled before they left. He decided he'd surprise her after the meeting over lunch. He couldn't wait to see her face when he told her about the trip.
Chuck and Blair were sitting at the conference table side by side as the lawyer went over everything in depth. Chuck signed first and then pushed the documents towards Blair. There was the line she was supposed to sign on and printed below it was typed "Blair Waldorf Bass". She paused.
Chuck looked over at her. "Is everything alright?" He put and arm around her.
She nodded. "Yes. It's just the first time I'm signing my married name. It feels like a big deal." She picked up the pen and signed.
He leaned over kissing her temple. "How does it feel, Mrs. Bass?"
She smiled at him. "Fantastic."
Chuck's accountant, Thomas, handed Blair her new bank card and American Express Black card, as well as her new updated passport.
"As per Mr. Bass' instructions, you have total access to all his personal accounts, as well as house accounts at various businesses here in Manhattan and around the world. He has also stipulated that your trust fund and business remain as it is, completely in your name and control. So that is all the same." He glanced at Chuck. "Is there anything else, Mr. Bass?"
Chuck stood up reaching across the table to shake both men's hands. "No, I think that's everything for the time being."
Thomas nodded. "Mrs. Bass, you should sign the cards and your passport immediately. Everything is activated and ready for your use."
Blair smiled picking up the pen again. "Thank you." She proceeded to sign everything while Chuck walked the men out.
Chuck closed the door and turned to look at Blair. She was standing there holding her new Black card. She smiled coyly at him.
"No limits. I could do some serious damage." She waved the card back and forth.
Chuck crossed over to her placing his hands on her waist. "It's worth every penny to see you so happy."
She set the card back down onto the table and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You say that now, but wait till I purchase that matte croc Birken."
He kissed her. "You can have a thousand Birkens if you want; just one of the perks of being Mrs. Charles Bass."
"I think I'm going to like this marriage thing."
He raised his eyebrows at her. "You think?"
She tilted her head and smiled. "I know."
He kissed her one more time before separating from her. "Gather your stuff. I'm taking you to lunch."
She placed her cards in her wallet and her new passport in her handbag and then, taking his hand, allowed him to lead her out.
Chuck took her to Café Boulud, where they sat in their favorite corner booth eating the best food and sipping the best wine. When they were finished, Chef Daniel Boulud himself came out to chat with his best customers. Chuck then requested two glasses of champagne.
Blair laughed. "Are we not returning to work today?"
Chuck shook his head. "No, we're not."
Blair reached out and took his hand. "I feel like there is something you want to tell me."
He watched as the waiter set their glasses down in front of them. "I do have a surprise."
She squealed softly and turned towards him. "What is it?"
"How would you like to accompany me on a trip?"
She looked confused. "A trip? What kind of trip?"
"Well, now that we have the board members on our side, thanks to your amazing charms and hospitality, we need to reassure shareholders. So Lily, Jack and I decided that a trip to several Bass offices would help. I personally don't want to be away from my beautiful bride for that amount of time, so I want you to come with me." He pulled a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket laying it in front of her. "It's the itinerary."
Blair unfolded it, looking over the list of places: Christmas in Paris, New Years in Tuscany, Morocco, Dubai, the Maldives, India, Thailand, Tokyo, Australia, Mexico and finally San Diego before returning to New York.
Blair was silent a bit too long for Chuck. He placed a hand on her arm. "If you don't want to do this, then I'll take a couple mini trips and we'll make it work."
Blair looked up at him. "Are you kidding me? I so want to do this." A smile spread across her face. "To have this much time alone with you would be amazing."
He leaned in, kissing her. "Great. Then it's settled. We leave on the twenty-third for Paris." He reached out tucking a curl behind her ear. "This is going to be wonderful. There will be some business but a good portion of it will be for us. You deserve a proper honeymoon."
She glanced back down at the itinerary. "How long will we be gone?"
Chuck picked up her champagne glass handing it to her and then picked up his. "I'm thinking about two months."
"I can't be away from Waldorf Designs that long, Chuck."
He nodded. "Yes, you can. I okayed it all with your mother first."
"Really? She's okay with it?" Blair sat back in the booth. She glanced at the itinerary again and then back at Chuck. "I'm speechless and beyond excited."
Chuck lifted his glass. "To our grand tour."
Blair, beaming, clinked her glass against her husband's. "And to the greatest husband that ever existed."
He smirked. "To sex on six of the seven continents."
She rolled her eyes as she took a sip. "Hasn't that been marked off your bucket list long before now?"
He shook his head shushing her. "There was nothing before you." He leaned forward, kissing her.
She took another sip of her champagne. "I do have one question though. Why San Diego? I mean, L.A. maybe, but San Diego..." She wrinkled her nose.
"We're going to sail from Mexico to San Diego where we will be docking my boat." He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. "Just the thought of you naked on my yacht for a week gets me so fucking hard," he whispered against her ear as he placed a kiss against it.
She blushed taking another sip from her glass. "Let's get out of here."
Chuck motioned for the waiter, pulling out his money clip. "You always have the best ideas, Mrs. Bass."
He whisked her out of the restaurant and to the waiting limo, where he couldn't keep his hands off of her.
"I can't believe you're leaving me for two whole months. I knew this marriage thing would mess up our time together." Serena handed Blair the Chanel dress she was admiring, pouting at her best friend and sister-in-law.
Blair rolled her eyes as she took the garment from her and folded it, placing it in her Louis Vuitton trunk. "It's called a honeymoon, Serena." Blair had spent the last three days trying to placate her best friend. "Besides, now that you and Gossip Girl are all chummy again, you'll hardly notice I'm gone."
Now it was Serena's turn to roll her eyes. "That's not funny. Aren't most honeymoons like a week long, maybe two?"
Blair glanced around looking for the Marchesa clutch she had just pulled out of her closet. "Chuck and I are not most people. It's like the Grand Tours of old. It's so us."
Serena had to admit that Blair was right. "I guess I shouldn't expect anything else. What am I going to do for two whole months?"
Blair found the bag lying partially under her pillow. She tossed it into the trunk. "You'll be fine. Besides we can Skype and text and I promise to call every day."
"Not every day. I plan on keeping you very busy." Chuck had entered the room. He wrapped his arms around Blair's waist from behind placing a kiss against her neck.
Blair sighed as she turned in his embrace and kissed him. Chuck tightened his hold on her as he deepened the kiss.
After a minute Serena cleared her throat. "Hello, there are other people in the room."
Blair separated from her husband, turning back to face Serena. "Sorry."
Chuck glanced at the numerous trunks, all opened and partially packed. "Blair, I think you're over packing. I told you we would buy you most of what you would need in Paris."
Blair tossed in a pair of Valentino pumps into the trunk containing her shoes. "I know, but what if I don't find everything I need? I would hate to be caught without an important piece."
Chuck shook his head. "You're only taking half of this. Besides, I plan on having you naked at least seventy percent of the time so all this is a complete waste to bring."
Serena stood up. "Okay, that's my cue to leave." She leaned in, hugging her friend. "I'll talk to you later."
Blair smiled at her. "Thanks for your help, S. Also don't forget dinner at eight tomorrow." Chuck and Blair were hosting a dinner for the entire family before they left the next day.
Serena squeezed Chuck's arm as she started to exit the room. "I wouldn't miss it. See you later."
Chuck reached out pulling Blair back into his arms. "I love you." He started to kiss her.
She pulled back abruptly. "I'm bringing everything." She raised her eyebrows at him.
"We'll discuss it later. I don't want to talk about suitcases or anything else right now." He went back to kissing her.
Two days later Arthur oversaw the unloading from the limo and the reloading onto the plane of all of Blair's six trunks. She had decreased her number of luggage by two and explained that as a wife now she had to learn to compromise. She was very proud of herself. Chuck, deliriously in love with his bride, said nothing.
They had had a wonderful Bon Voyage dinner the night before and Blair was more than ready to go. She was craving alone time with her husband. She felt like they had had barely any time just the two of them and the thought of traveling with him for the next two months made her practically giddy.
Blair was a bit tired as they boarded the plane and got settled. They had gotten to bed late and Chuck was insistent on a six a.m. departure time. He wanted to be in Paris in time for a late dinner alone before meeting her father and Roman the next morning for breakfast.
She straightened her skirt as the flight attendant, a beautiful, buxom twenty-something blonde, entered the cabin. "Good morning, Mr. Bass," she smiled coyly at Chuck and then turned to Blair, "Mrs. Bass. May I offer you both my congratulations?"
Chuck adjusted the sleeve of his cashmere sweater. "Thank you, Charlotte, we appreciate that."
She leaned over placing the New York Times, Wall Street Journal and the Spectator all on the table next to Chuck.
Blair's forehead furrowed as she noticed how many buttons were undone on the woman's blouse. Her breasts were practically spilling out. Blair decided the blonde needed a reminder of her place. "Excuse me, Charlotte is it?" The flight attendant nodded reluctantly turning her gaze to Blair. "Could you please get my husband and me a bottle of water before takeoff?" She didn't wait for a response as she slid her arm through Chuck's. "Thank you."
Charlotte sauntered back to the galley. Blair frowned as she took in the woman's perfect body. Chuck, missing the entire exchange, was looking over the front page of the Times.
Blair felt frustrated that her husband was basically ignoring her. She pulled her arm free and squeezed his upper arm gently. "I'm so excited to get to Paris and see Daddy."
"Mm hmm," Chuck responded as he opened the paper.
"Can we just order in from La Rotisserie du Beaujolais? I don't feel like going out." She reached up rubbing her fingers along the back of his collar. "I'm feeling selfish and want you all to myself."
"Sure, whatever you want." He didn't lift his eyes from the article he was reading.
Blair sighed as she bent down picking up her handbag and looking through it. Pulling out her compact she checked her hair. She pulled her novel from her bag.
Charlotte reentered the cabin and placed a bottle of water next to Blair and did the same for Chuck. "Is there anything else I can get either of you before takeoff?" She was addressing both of them but she only had eyes for Chuck.
Chuck lowered the paper. "No, I think that will be all Charlotte. Thank you."
"We'll be taking off momentarily. Once we're up I'll be back in to check on you both." Charlotte smiled sweetly in what Blair considered to be an all too familiar way at Chuck before heading out of the cabin closing the door behind her.
Chuck returned to his paper and Blair opened her book.
Twenty minutes later they were comfortably airborne and Charlotte had laid out a continental breakfast of croissants, yogurt, fruit and coffee. Chuck apologized to Blair as he responded to a few emails.
They finished breakfast and Charlotte cleared the table while Chuck and Blair returned to the couch. He continued to look over some BI papers as Blair read.
Charlotte paused before leaving the cabin. "Will there be anything else for right now?"
Chuck glanced up at her. "No, that will be all. My wife and I would like some privacy. We'll buzz if we need anything."
She nodded. "Of course Mr. Bass." She closed the door leaving them alone.
Chuck tossed the papers aside and turned to face Blair. He reached out pulling her book from her grasp and tossed it onto the floor of the plane. "And now I think it's time for me to reinitiate you into the mile high club." He smirked at her as he started to lean forward to kiss her.
Blair leaned back pushing against his chest with the palm of her hand. "You've basically ignored me for the last hour and now you want my attention."
Chuck reached down taking her hand into his. "I wasn't ignoring you…"
She scoffed at him trying to pull her hand free to no avail. "You have barely glanced in my direction. BI and Charlotte," she rolled her eyes, "are all you have paid attention to."
He started to push her back against the leather of the couch. His free hand slowly made its way along her calf, over her knee and under the hem of her skirt. "If you would let me finish you'd understand that I wasn't ignoring you. I was trying to show some restraint. You look so prim and proper and so damn sexy that if I didn't distract myself I would've been fucking you the second we got on board." He gave her upper thigh a squeeze.
She gasped as his fingers grazed the front of her lace panties. "Would that have been a bad thing?"
He smirked down at her as he pushed her back completely and settled himself between her thighs. "It would if we wanted to get to Paris today." He covered his mouth with hers and began to kiss her passionately. Slowly he began to work his way along her jaw and down her neck.
Her hands made their way around to his back and as he slowly began to unbutton the buttons on her blouse she forgot about everything except her handsome husband. This was most definitely the beginning of what was going to be an amazing trip.