AN: Been a while since I've written something for a non-challege. Can't say how frequently these will come, but be patient for me! The Dair fans are killing me. Let's reclaim this fandom, yes? Love you all xoxo KJ

His American Pie

With a victorious groan, he collapsed on top of her. Still in her. Where they laid on top of her mother's Grand piano.

Bottom line? They were so going to hell.

Neither said anything for a long, awkward minute. Still connected, still touching, still caressing and breathing so heavily...yet no words were spoken. When he pulled out without looking at her (she can only guess, since she kept her own eyes closed), she thought it was over. A fluke. A hot, passionate, nearly violent fluke.

Blair expected him to be on the elevator by the time she counted to ten. Instead she found herself being lifted up into strong arms, bridal style, and carried up the stairs.

"Chuck! What are you doing?" she asked.

"Moving this to the bedroom, unless you feel comfortable explaining to your mother how you destroyed her beloved piano" he responded without missing a step.

"We can't" Blair tried.

"Can't what? Fuck? Too late princess, we already broke that dam" Chuck said, depositing her on her bed unceremoniously.

"You mean the seal?" she asked.

"Whatever the hell it was, it's broken now and I intended to make the best of it" he explained, removing his maroon dress shirt as he does so.

Blair felt her mouth go dry as more and more inches of his body was revealed to her. Yet despite the heat she felt coiling in her belly and the delicious aftershocks that twitched through her thigh muscles, something told her to protest-at least once.

"This isn't right" she said as she reclined back on the bed, bent legs parting seductively.

As the words tumbled from her lips like some sort of sick cliche, Blair knew it was frivolous to even act like she didn't want him. Even in her darkest hours on the darkest nights of her life, she still wanted him.

"Maybe not, but it doesn't change what we both want, what we crave-the best sex either of us have ever had and you can't deny that" Chuck told her, his words melting her skin as he effortlessly pulled her silk dress down her body, leaving her clad in only a black strapless bra.

In that moment his breath came out shaky, unsure, as it did their first night together.

"I missed this" he said.

And although Blair felt more exposed in that moment than she had in a very long time, she somehow couldn't stop the next words that fell from her lips.

"The sex or me?"

He crawled up her body, settling in between her legs.

"Always you" he whispered before kissing her softly on the mouth.

Chuck resisted when Blair tried to deep the kiss, opting instead to kiss his way down her body-recommitting the memory of every curve and beauty mark to his tongue and lips.

"Chuck" she whined, wanting him everywhere-filling her, touching her, claiming her-all at the same time. Her head rocked from side to side as his tongue drew a forbidden line across her pubic bone.

"Do it" she wanted to scream but the words died on her tongue as his lips peppered kissed along her inner thighs and on top of her sensitive mound.

She felt herself being parted then, so swiftly she didn't have time to register the sensation before his sinister tongue was all over her.

"Ahh!" Blair cried, fingers fisting his in hair and nails digging into his scalp.

He lapped at her ruthlessly, causing her hips to lift off the bed with each deep thrust of his tongue.

"Love" you "that" she panted out, wrapping her ankles around his neck as she did so.

Spots began to explode behind her eyelids as Blair held her breath until she felt light headed.

"Yes...yes" she whispered, as the familiar waves of pleasure began to build inside her.

His name was on her lips as her legs quaked in orgasm, her whole body experiencing one collective release as all the tension left her.

"Fuck" she breathed, pushing his head away when the sensation bordered on pain.

Chuck moved back up her body, planting a wet kiss on her open mouth before moving his lips to her ear.

"I missed your pie" he said, smirking against her.

"Shut up and take off your pants" she whispered.

"With pleasure Waldorf."

Have I lost my chair-flare or do I still have it somewhat?