A/N: This is the sequel to A Week In The Hamptons and is dedicated to Lauren and Mary. I Pink I Love You and Otherwise Engaged are actual shades of nail polish. Please review. You have no idea how much each review means to me in terms of inspiration. This chapter is rated M.

Monday

Chuck stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed, but he was still stressed nonetheless. It was Monday and the wedding would be on Sunday. There were so many last-minute preparations that needed to be made and Blair never let him forget it. Normally, he would simply shut her up with a kiss, which would always – always – lead to a night of hot sex. This week though he knew his tactic would fail to work on her. Blair was adamant about ensuring that this would be the wedding of her dreams and he wanted to give her that. He really did.

"Blair," he asked her as he stepped into the room. "What do you have on our schedule today?"

Blair smiled at his question and gazed at him adoringly as she sat comfortably on the edge of the bed.

"You're kind of creeping me out Waldorf. Why are you looking at me like that?" he questioned, observing her sceptically.

Blair shook her head at him, but the goofy grin remained glued to her face.

"Nothing," she insisted. "It's just that you never ask me that question. I always have to tell you what we need to do for the day and then you whine about it of course saying how we can pay people to do these things."

"Then," he finished for her. "You pout that pout that you know I can't resist, tell me how much this wedding means to you and how you need it to be perfect, and then I give into you every single time."

"Well, can you blame me for wanting a perfect wedding? I'm Blair Waldorf and you're Chuck Bass," she explained. "We don't do anything less than perfect."

Chuck frowned as he walked over to sit with her on the bed.

"We're far from perfect Blair," he mentioned honestly.

Blair tilted his head towards her and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"True, but we're perfect together," she whispered as she pulled back from the moment.

Chuck cringed at her words and Blair laughed at his response to her statement.

"That was a little too..." Chuck began.

"Cheesy?" Blair offered.

Of course that line had been cheesy. She had said it just to get a rise out of him.

Chuck raised an eyebrow in her direction before answering. "Waldorf, there is a fine line between cheesy and a Nate and Serena level of cheesy and I think you just crossed it."

Blair laughed again.

"Fair enough, but you can't say that what I said isn't true and if you do, then so help me God I will call off our engagement immediately," she threatened him playfully.

Chuck smirked and leaned in close to her ear unperturbed by her threat.

"You wouldn't do that," he told her confidently.

Blair crossed her arms over her chest, turned away from him, and huffed, "And why wouldn't I Bass?"

"Because I love you," he mimicked her, his voice slightly higher than usual.

Blair scoffed as she examined the gorgeous diamond ring on her finger.

"I'll let that smart ass answer go, but only because the engagement ring you custom designed looks so damn good on me."

He grabbed her arms suddenly and pushed her back onto the bed so that he was now lying on top of her.

"I look pretty damn good on you too Waldorf," he murmured huskily.

He began to trail kisses down to the nape of her neck and Blair let out a squeal, pushing gently on his chest in a weak effort to get him off of her.

"Chuck!" she protested. "You're wet! Get off of me!"

Chuck stopped what he doing and Blair froze as well upon instinct.

"What?" Blair asked cautiously.

Chuck looked up at her and smirked all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers.

"I'll bet you are too Waldorf," he answered cockily.

Before Blair could make some smart remark about his constant need to take her comments out of context, his left hand began to graze the surface of her body until he was dangerously close to her heated core. Blair gasped as he ran two fingers over her slick folds eventually eliciting a satisfied moan from the brunette's parted lips. He kissed her and she kissed him back eagerly, losing herself in his experienced hands. All thoughts escaped her mind until all she was thinking about was Chuck and how wonderful his touch felt against her ivory skin. She closed her eyes to relish the sensations that were currently coursing through her body when he pulled back suddenly and rolled off the bed. It took a moment for Blair to realize she was missing his touch.

"What the fuck Chuck?" Blair whined.

He laughed as he made his way back into the bathroom. She cursed him under her breath as she slipped on her dress.

"You said you wanted the perfect wedding Blair and I don't think sex with your dashing fiancé is on the schedule right now. Aren't Nate and Serena coming in about five minutes to go over our plans for the day darling?" he teased.

Blair glared at him as he patted himself mentally on the back for his victory. He swallowed hard though when her insistent glare turned into a seductive smile.

"Five minutes is all I need baby," she cooed as she stood up from the bed and approached him.

"Blair," he warned as he subconsciously started to take a few steps back.

Blair smirked at the look of fear on his face. It was the fear of revenge. She looped her arms around his neck upon approaching him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips as her right hand reach down to free him of his towel. He sucked in his breath when he felt her hand wrap itself around him and she smiled at him wickedly.

"Do you like this Bass?" she asked as she began to stroke him.

He nodded his head numbly at her and she smiled fiendishly at the thought of what she was about to do. She began to pump him faster and harder until he shivered under her soft touch.

"Are you close baby?" she whispered seductively into his ear.

"Yes," he groaned on the verge of bursting. "Please Blair."

There was a knock on the door then and Blair skipped out of the bathroom to welcome their visitors.

"What the fuck Blair?" Chuck shouted, echoing her earlier sentiments.

She poked her head back into the bathroom for a second, a fake, sweet smile upon her face.

"You'll have to finish that off yourself darling. Nate and Serena are here," she purred.

Chuck muttered a string of curses under his breath as she closed the bathroom door in his face triumphantly. She patted herself mentally on the back for her victory. Karma was a bitch.

"Nate! Serena!" Blair squealed as she opened the door.

The two girls hugged one another as Nate took a seat in a nearby chair.

"Where's Chuck?" Nate asked curiously.

Blair tried hard to suppress a giggle but to no avail.

"He's in the shower. He has some business he needs to take care of," she explained, pointing in the direction of the bathroom. "He'll be out in a second."

Nate shrugged as Serena crinkled her nose in disgust.

"I don't even want to know," the blond exclaimed.

"You don't even want to know what?" Nate asked in confusion.

Blair rolled her eyes at his stupidity as did the blond.

"Never mind Nate," Serena sighed.

"You sure picked a winner S," Blair teased her best friend.

"She sure did," Nate responded, winking at his fiancée.

Blair laughed out loud at Nate's response as Serena scowled in their direction.

"Way to prove my point Nate," Blair mocked him. "Anyway, shall we go through the schedule for the day?"

"You're going to tell us anyway," Nate shot back, finally catching on to Blair's earlier use of sarcasm.

Serena laughed at this and it was Blair's turn to scowl at the two blonds.

"Alright," Serena shouted, throwing her arms up in the air in surrender. "Tell us B."

Blair smiled and turned towards Nate.

"Serena and I will be going to the spa today while you and Chuck prepare both of our wedding day personal care and emergency supplies kits," she explained.

"Every bride-to-be needs one of those," Serena agreed.

"Wait," Nate started. "Why do Chuck and I have to prepare them? We have a wedding planner with a truckload of assistants for this kind of stuff!"

"Our wedding planner and said truckload of assistants have other more important tasks to attend to before the wedding," Blair protested.

"Please Nate?" Serena urged, pouting in his direction. "Blair and I need time to relax. You want a beautiful, well-rested bride on your wedding day, don't you?"

"Besides, this task will be able to test exactly how well you two know your fiancées," Blair added.

"Fine," Nate agreed reluctantly, grabbing the list from her hand as the two girls stood up to leave.

Serena kissed him on the cheek as a final farewell as Blair reached for her purse and headed out the door.

"Oh wait!" Blair cried as she hurried back into the room. "I forgot to add something to the list."

She reached for the piece of paper and took a pen from her purse, scribbling a final item onto the list. Moments after the two beauties had left, Chuck walked out of the bathroom. He was now fully dressed.

"Where did they go?" Chuck asked.

"Blair and Serena are off to the spa for the day. We have to prepare some sort of bride-to-be kits for them," Nate answered him.

"Give me the list Nathaniel," the brunette demanded, stretching out his hand to receive said sheet of paper.

Nate handed it to him without complaint and Chuck began to read through the list of needed supplies. Everything was perfectly fine until he landed on the last item on the record.

"Oh hell no!" he shouted, throwing the list back in Nate's face. "I can purchase the clear nail polish for Blair and even the extra pantyhose she apparently needs for our wedding day, but there is no way in hell I am going to purchase feminine products for her no matter how damn amazing the sex is."

Nate laughed at his dramatics and said, "I think you're overreacting Chuck."

"You think I'm overreacting?" Chuck yelled in disbelief. "Can you imagine Chuck Bass walking down one of those aisles? No, you can't!"

"It's not that bad actually. I used to buy them for my mom sometimes when she was too busy to do it herself," Nate confessed.

Chuck looked at him in horror, but said nothing and merely went over to the closet to retrieve his shoes.

Nate chuckled over his lingering shock. Who knew there was actually something in this world that fazed the great Chuck Bass?

"Do you remember Richard Wilson from the seventh grade?" the brunette asked as he smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles in his shirt.

"Sure," Nate answered, nodding his head for the extra effect.

"Gossip Girl spotted him purchasing said feminine products for his sister and we never saw him again," Chuck reminded him as he slipped on his shoes.

Nate burst into laughter upon hearing his nonsense. "That's because the Wilsons moved to Canada."

Chuck glared at him and Nate stopped laughing immediately.

"Oh come on Chuck," Nate urged. "It won't be that bad. I suggested that we get someone else to do this, but Blair insisted that this would be like a test to see how well we know our fiancées."

Chuck scoffed. "Oh I know my fiancée Nathaniel. I know every inch of her."

"Too much information man," Nate informed him. "You have to do this. Blair practically sold this task as a challenge. Chuck Bass never backs down from a challenge, am I right?"

Chuck groaned. Oh Blair was good. She knew just how to push his buttons, but he wasn't about to let her win this game.

"Come on Nathaniel. Let's get a move on. There are a lot of things on that list," he sighed in defeat as he headed out the door.

"I can't believe you added feminine products to the list B!"

Blair shrugged.

"That will teach that motherchucker a lesson or two about messing with me."

Serena laughed as she took one of the cucumber slices from her eyelid and popped it into her mouth, giving it a satisfying crunch. Blair cringed openly at her best friend's horrible habit.

"What did he do this time?" Serena wondered in curiosity.

"Let's just say that this morning he had the nerve not to end what he started," Blair told her.

"Gross B!" the blond squealed. "Too much information!"

"Of course I gave him a taste of his own medicine before you and Nate showed up," Blair elaborated.

Serena shook her head in disapproval as she began to chew on the cucumber that was resting on her other eyelid.

"Oh my gosh B! That was the business he needed to take care of in the shower?"

Blair's silence was answer enough.

"You are so evil!" Serena commented, dissolving into a fit of giggles.

Blair smiled. "I am and just in case he didn't get the message that Blair Waldorf is far superior to Chuck Bass, I decided to add feminine products to the list."

"Chuck would never set foot in one of those aisles B. I know him well enough to know that."

Blair smirked. "No one knows him better than I do, which is why I presented the task as a challenge."

"Brilliant," Serena complimented her, grinning all the while.

"No, what's brilliant is the fact that I already sent a tip to Gossip Girl about the purchases he's about to make," Blair mentioned casually. "Why else do you think I specified the name of the store at the top of the list?"

Serena shot up from her seat upon hearing this. Normally, the cucumbers that had been on her eyelids would be sliding slowly down her face, but she had already eaten them. The blond turned towards Blair in disbelief.

"You wouldn't!" she shrieked.

Blair gave her best friend a mischievous grin to assure the blond of what she had done.

"Wouldn't I?"

"Alright," Nate started. "We have everything on the list but..."

"I know what we're missing Nathaniel and I'm not about to give my darling fiancée the satisfaction of watching me squirm, so I'm going to march into this aisle right here and...Shit! That's a lot of colors," Chuck commented as he stepped into the aisle.

Nate laughed and waltzed in front of him with ease. He grabbed a box off a shelf to his right and walked back towards his best friend who was still predictably standing there in shock.

"I'm good to go," Nate informed him.

"How the hell did you know what to get?" Chuck asked him in complete awe.

"I pay attention to the products Serena uses," the blond answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Chuck ruffled his free hand through his hair in annoyance. How hard could this be? Of course he knew what products Blair used. No one knew her better than he did.

"Let's start with the brand," Nate offered. "Always? Kotex? Playtex?"

"Always?" Chuck guessed. "Yeah, I think that's it. Grab a pack for me would you so that we can go?"

He turned to leave then, but Nate stopped him in his tracks.

"It's not that simple man," Nate told him.

Chuck groaned, but reluctantly turned around again – shopping basket in hand.

"Always Clean or Always Fresh?" Nate clarified.

"Who comes up with these product names?" the brunette exclaimed.

"Women?" the blond guessed.

"Always Fresh I guess," Chuck sighed. "Please tell me we can go now."

Nate laughed. "You're lucky this store has a pretty limited selection already."

"This is a limited selection?" Chuck scoffed in disbelief.

"I'm serious," Nate insisted. "I know from experience."

"I'm sure you do Nathaniel. Now, can we just get on with the options please?" the brunette practically begged the blond.

"Fine. Super or regular? With or without flex-wings? Scented or unscented?" Nate asked.

"Oh for crying out loud!" Chuck shouted, causing a few of the women in the aisle to turn around and look at him in wonderment.

One of the few men in the aisle who was accompanying his wife looked over at Chuck sympathetically as he randomly grabbed one of the packages in front of him, turned on his heels, and headed for the cashier. Nate followed closely behind him careful to keep his mouth shut about the fact that Chuck had just grabbed a box of Playtex Gentle Glide Multi-Pack Tampons.

Spotted: Chuck Bass and Nate Archibald purchasing a few feminine products for our leading ladies and I have proof in the form of a streaming video. Always, Kotex or Playtex Chuck? Nate knows. You know you love me.

XOXO Gossip Girl

Blair closed her phone with a satisfied smirk etched upon her face.

"Ah," she sighed. "Victory is sweet."

Serena rolled her eyes at the brunette. "You are pure evil B."

Blair raised an eyebrow in her direction as she relaxed further into the hot tub. "You say that like it's an insult."

"Seriously though," Serena started. "We have to finish this. So, I have a full list of the guests including those who are coming in from out of town and where each of them are all planning to stay."

"Wait," Blair interrupted her. "Aren't they all staying at the Plaza Hotel?"

"No," Serena answered. "Some people have opted to stay with their friends or family."

"That's fine," Blair announced. "Have any of said pending wedding guests rejected our invitation to the wedding?"

"One," Serena answered.

Blair opened her eyes. She was now on full alert.

"Who would possibly reject an invitation to our double wedding? This is going to be the wedding of the century!"

"Aaron," Serena reported.

Blair waved the issue off without a second thought.

"I wouldn't even have invited him in the first place if he weren't family."

She shuddered slightly upon saying the word family.

Serena sighed. "I think he just doesn't want to watch me walk down the aisle and marry Nate."

Blair nodded her head in sympathy and understanding. "Well, he hasn't been with anyone else since the two of you broke up according to my sources, so he could still be hung up on you. He'll get over it Serena."

"I hope so," Serena groaned as she sank deeper into the pool of hot water.

Chuck walked into the suite to hear Blair humming happily in the bathroom. He threw his purchases onto the floor and slipped off his shoes, falling onto the bed in utter exhaustion. Nate had insisted that he had gotten the wrong shade of nail polish for Serena and so they had gone back to purchase the right one except that particular store had run out of I Pink I Love You. They had searched several stores before they had managed to find the perfect shade. He thanked the heavens that all Blair had asked for was clear nail polish. She hadn't even specified the brand.

"Chuck?" Blair called out from the bathroom. "Did you get everything on the list?"

"Of course darling," he drawled, contempt drenching his every word. "I even got the feminine products you asked for. I forgot which kind you used, so I just grabbed one of the packages."

Blair giggled. "Thanks Chuck, but turns out I already have several packs here with me."

Chuck jumped up from the bed and marched into the bathroom ready to kill his fiancée for jerking him around like this.

"So help me God Waldorf I am going to..."

She kissed him hard then, interrupting the beginnings of his rant. All intentions of wanting to vent his frustrations at her flew out the window. He wrapped his arms around her delicate waist protectively as she threaded her hands through his hair in an attempt to pull him closer towards her, her lips bruising his own.

"Did you really get everything on the list?" she asked, pulling back from their heated kiss momentarily.

"We're about to have sex and you're thinking about whether or not I completed the list?" he retorted in disbelief.

"I'm sorry Chuck," she said sincerely. "I just want this wedding to be..."

"...perfect," he finished for her. "I know."

He paused as Blair practiced her signature pout on him.

"I promise you I got everything on the list Blair. Now, can we please get back to our activities?"

She nodded and they continued to implore each other's mouths as he picked her up and brought her over to the bed.

"Wait Chuck," Blair protested as he rid them of their clothes.

"What?" he murmured against her skin, although he began to trail kisses down the length of her body anyway.

She sighed in pleasure at the feel of his lips against her aching skin.

"Do you think the shade Otherwise Engaged would go better with my wedding dress instead of just clear nail polish?"

Chuck paused momentarily as he reached her core.

"How about the shade I'm About To Scream My Fiancé's Name Because He Has Such A Talented Tongue?" he offered.

Blair crinkled her nose in slight confusion.

"They don't have that...Oh my God Chuck!" she screamed as his tongue ventured into her pulsing core.

"What do you think of that shade baby?" he cooed against her inner thigh.

Blair closed her eyes as he circled his tongue against her swollen clit.

"Best shade ever," she panted before allowing herself to fall into a blinding oblivion.