A/N: Hurray! The Week Of The Honeymoon is here! I finally found the inspiration to start this third installment of the series. Although not required, I would suggest that you read A Week In The Hamptons and then The Week Of The Wedding prior to reading this story if you haven't already. This first chapter is rated M, although the entire story has been given a T rating. Reviews are a wonderful form of encouragement, so please leave one!
Monday
The enthusiastic hotel employee stepped out of the limo and bounded purposefully towards the foursome. Blair crinkled her nose in disgust upon glancing at the stranger. She had to be wearing the most hideous floral print dress known to mankind. The brunette readjusted the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose then and scoffed when she noticed the large smiles plastered onto both Nate and Serena's faces as they greeted Rebecca and she them. Chuck merely continued to scowl as he had been doing for most of the trip over, refusing to look any one of them in the eyes. Not only did he have to sit through Breakfast At Tiffany's twice, but he had had to listen to Nate and Serena gush about how amazing this honeymoon was going to be throughout the entire trip. Originally, the four of them were supposed to have spent their honeymoon this week in Italy, but no! Blair had told him that Serena needed to spend some more time catching up with her father. Apparently, the time they had spent together on the day of her wedding and the numerous phone conversations they had shared after that simply hadn't been enough.
"Thank you so much you two for agreeing to spend our honeymoon here instead," Serena reiterated as she slid into the waiting limo.
"No problem S," Blair assured her as she elbowed Chuck in the ribs to stop him from saying anything she might have to punish him for later. "I know you've been eager to spend even more time with your dad ever since the wedding."
"I really am," Serena revealed. "I mean, talking on the phone with him doesn't really count, you know? I feel like it's been forever since I last saw him."
"Apparently a little more than a week is the new forever," Chuck commented, rolling his eyes at the blond as her husband chuckled at his comment.
Blair elbowed him in the ribs once more and Chuck winced at the pressure.
"Watch it," he reminded her, resting a hand protectively on his broken arm. "I'm healing. Let's limit the spousal abuse for the next five weeks, alright Bass?"
Blair grinned and responded, "Fine and for the record, I'm never going to get tired of hearing you call me that."
Chuck couldn't help but smirk at her confession. He ran his good hand through his tousled hair before resting it once more on his cast.
"I don't blame you sweetheart," he drawled. "It's a pretty damn amazing last name if I do say so myself."
"Oh God," Serena groaned, smacking her head against the palm of her hand. "Stop it you two before I hurl."
"I second that," Nate agreed, letting out a hearty laugh as he continued to take in the beautiful scenery.
Before Chuck or Blair could retort, the limo pulled to a stop in front of their destination, Caribbean Club.
"We're here!" Serena squealed excitedly as she stepped out of the limo, her earlier feelings of disgust forgotten.
"Wow," Blair voiced as she followed closely behind the blond. "I have to admit. This place is gorgeous."
"Not to mention the fact that we have an amazing view of Seven Mile Beach," Nate added, whirling around once to survey his surroundings.
"Whoopee!" Chuck shouted sarcastically as he joined them on the pavement, eliciting a tiny giggle from Rebecca in response.
"I assure you that you'll enjoy your stay here Mr. Bass," she told him as she led the group into the exquisite building.
Nate and Serena followed her eagerly, admiring the intricate details of the interior as the two brunettes chose to trail slightly behind them.
Blair grabbed a hold of her husband's good arm when they were out of earshot, jerked him towards her, and hissed into his ear, "What is wrong with you? Stop being so grumpy! Grand Cayman is a fantastic honeymoon destination in its own right."
"I'm sorry Mrs. Bass, but you're talking to a man who has been fantasizing about having sex with his beautiful wife on a gondola in Venice amongst other places for weeks," he informed her, pouting a little to illustrate exactly how disappointed he was.
"Oh get over it Bass," Blair told him, gripping his arm just a tad bit tighter. "I mean, I did. Serena needs her father right now, but she also needs us. Having our honeymoon here was the perfect solution. He's here on business for the entire week. Besides, we can vacation in Venice some other time. It'll be just the two of us and we can have sex wherever you want, alright? Now stop being a big baby."
"Fine," he grumbled, staring down at his cast in contempt. "By the way, did you have to write this on my cast in big, red block letters while I was sleeping? I mean, what is this? A size three hundred font?"
Blair smiled wide and nodded, admiring her work with pride.
"What? Did I overdo it?" she asked, batting her eyelashes in fake innocence.
Chuck glowered at her and answered, "Oh gee! I don't know! The man wearing this cast is property of his stunning wife, Blair Bass. I mean, was that really necessary Blair?"
"Of course," she replied smoothly, sending a wink in his direction. "How else am I going to ward off all of the scantily clad women you'll be surrounded by this week?"
"Forgive me, but I thought the wedding ring I was wearing would be a dead giveaway for them to stay the hell away from me," he drawled. "And besides, do you not trust me?"
"Oh I trust you," Blair assured him, giving him a firm nod. "It's them I don't trust."
"You're seriously taking the term possessive to a whole new level Mrs. Bass," he enlightened her, turning his head to the side to kiss her on the temple.
"Ha! This coming from the guy who gets jealous whenever I so much as look in another guy's direction?" she inquired as she pulled away from him, evidently amused by their current conversation.
"Please," Chuck scoffed. "I don't get jealous that easily. You're over exaggerating again."
Blair stopped in her tracks then as did Chuck, while Rebecca continued to give Nate and Serena a tour of the grand hotel.
"Oh!" she exclaimed dramatically in response, her hands on her hips. "I suppose it wouldn't bother you then if I simply walked over to that blond surfer over there in the blue t-shirt right now and engaged him in some friendly conversation."
"Not at all," he assured her, although the tiny flicker of jealousy in his eyes gave him away.
She shrugged, readjusted her dress, and took about three steps in the desired direction before Chuck pulled her back, whirling her around to face him again.
"You take one more step darling," he threatened her. "And I'll show you how possessive I can be."
"I'm intrigued," Blair told him, smirking as she ran an index finger up and down the length of his jaw. "How about you show me just how possessive of me you are by taking me on the balcony of our villa? I hear the view is orgasmic."
Chuck groaned at her words, his pants suddenly feeling a size too small. He closed his eyes briefly in an attempt to regain control of the situation.
"Down boy," Blair teased, patting his crotch affectionately before skipping off to catch up with the rest of the group.
"Bitch," Chuck muttered under his breath before he headed off after her, hiding his bulge as best he could.
"And here is your villa," Rebecca finished, gesturing towards the luxurious establishment. "I'll let you explore it on your own, but if you happen to have any questions or concerns, please let me know. Also let me know if you need anything at all during your stay here at Caribbean Club. I am completely at your disposal, especially yours Mrs. Bass."
With that, she spun around and swiftly left the premises, leaving four key cards on the nearby side table.
"Why is she especially at Blair's disposal?" Nate asked, confusion etched in the crevices of his face.
Serena and Blair shrugged as Chuck opened the nearby curtains and answered, "Because I told her that if Blair was the least bit unhappy during our stay here, I would have her head – literally."
"How romantic," Serena commented sarcastically as she took in the view.
"It is," Blair snapped at her best friend, Chuck's arm wrapped protectively around her waist.
"I for one can't wait to hit that beach!" Nate exclaimed, pointing towards the enormous stretch of sand before them. "It looks fantastic and the water looks just about right for an afternoon swim as well!"
"I can't wait either Nate, but I'm a little bit pooped from the ride over here," his wife confessed, glancing at him apologetically.
"Oh come on S!" Blair urged. "Nate can swim. We won't even do anything. We'll just work on our tans. It'll be relaxing."
"Fine," Serena conceded after a moment of consideration. "I'll go put on my bikini."
"Me too," Nate echoed as the rest of the non-judging breakfast club burst out laughing at the very idea.
"I can't wait to see it Nathaniel," Chuck chocked out in between bouts of laughter.
"Very funny guys," Nate retorted. "You know what I mean."
"Of course," Blair agreed before she was subsequently assaulted by another fit of giggles.
The moment Nate and Serena had closed the door to their room, Chuck and Blair ventured into theirs.
"How about we test out the bed Mrs. Bass?" Chuck suggested as he flopped back onto the silk sheets.
"How about we do that later?" she offered as she strode into the bathroom to change into her bikini. "I feel like working on my tan right now."
"Are you kidding me?" Chuck asked incredulously, instantly springing up from the bed and marching in after her. "Don't toy with me Blair. You can't just..."
He trailed off, his sentence unfinished, the vision of a naked goddess standing before him clouding his mind.
"Like what you see Mr. Bass?" she purred, slipping on her barely-there bikini.
He nodded numbly and whispered, "You have no idea Mrs. Bass."
She slipped on a matching pair of flip flops to complete her outfit and responded haughtily, "Well, you'll just have to wait because I'm really not in the mood right now."
Blair almost had her hand on the doorknob when she felt herself being yanked back, her back suddenly finding itself up against the glass door of the shower stall.
"Bullshit," Chuck challenged her, her lust-filled eyes mirroring his own. "You just take some sick pleasure out of torturing me. You want this as much as I do Blair."
The brunette smirked at him and stared him intently in the eyes, unwilling to break contact even as she trailed a hand down his clothed body to cup him through his pants.
"I beg to differ," she whispered against his lips, the words a form of sweet torture on her cherry lips.
She sealed her statement with a kiss, careful not to disturb his broken arm, and he relished in the feel of her soft lips against his own. Blair stifled a moan as he started to nibble on her exposed neck moments later before a cursed knock made its mark on their bathroom door.
"Hey! Are you two coming or not?" Serena shouted as she continued to pound on the door. "Nate and I are good to go."
"What?" Blair asked, slightly disoriented by the feel of Chuck's hot tongue running rampant against her cool skin.
"I asked if you two were coming or not," Serena repeated, tapping her foot impatiently against the carpeted floor of the villa.
"Huh?" Blair mumbled, completely out of it now as her bikini hit the marble floor.
"You two go ahead! We'll catch up with you later!" Chuck yelled out in frustration.
"Alright then," Serena answered uncertainly, spinning around to face her husband.
"You don't think they're...?" Nate wondered, trailing off for the added effect.
"I'd bet my left eye on it," Serena sighed as she grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the villa.
"Oh fuck!" Chuck seethed as Blair continued to run her tongue along his hardening length in unpredictable patterns.
"Relax baby," Blair purred before taking the tip of his cock in her mouth.
She closed her right hand around his shaft and started to pump him as her left hand attended to his balls, both hands working in perfect coordination with her swirling tongue. Chuck was forced to close his eyes then, the sensations of what she was doing to him possessing his mind.
"Easy for you to say," he managed to choke out as she began to take him fully into her warm and waiting mouth.
He threaded a hand affectionately through her silky, brown hair, guiding her up and down his throbbing member.
"Hmmm," she hummed in satisfaction when he hit the back of her throat. "Hmmm."
The feel of her throat vibrating against his taut skin sent him over the edge and he cried out in ecstasy as he spilled himself into the depths of her mouth.
"I think you enjoyed that a little too much Mr. Bass," Blair teased him as she swallowed it all, sucking him clean.
"That was fucking amazing Blair," he commented as he released the insanely tight grip he had on the silk sheets of the bed.
"Just returning the favor," she responded, reminding him of their heated encounter in the bathroom mere minutes ago.
Chuck used his good hand to help himself up from the bed only to have Blair glace at him suggestively, take his hand, and lead him towards the balcony.
"You cannot be serious," Chuck groaned in disbelief, his cock hardening once more at her unspoken suggestion.
"Oh I am darling," Blair assured him. "You promised you'd show me just how possessive of me you are by taking me on the balcony of our villa, remember?"
The lust in his eyes told her that he knew exactly what she was talking about. He pulled her flush up against him and meshed her lips with his own, leaving her skin burning from his touch. He flipped her over and Blair automatically grabbed onto the railing in front of her for support, careful to look around to make sure that no one was watching their little escapade.
"Are we finished with the foreplay Mrs. Bass?" he hissed into her ear as he massaged a pert nipple in his right hand.
"Oh God," Blair gasped, throwing her head back in pleasure. "Yes. Just give it to me Chuck. Please."
"Begging princess," Chuck started, his infamous smirk making an expected appearance across his chiseled features. "Begging will get you everywhere."
He rubbed his impressive erection over her already dripping core before rubbing the tip along her sweet folds, leaving no crevice untouched. Blair let out a satisfied moan as Chuck began to invade her opening.
"Chuck," she groaned in desperation. "Please."
He started to thrust himself inside of her then, her slick wetness in contact with every inch of his aching skin.
"Shit Blair," Chuck grunted as he continued to violate her. "You're so fucking tight."
"Hmmm," Blair murmured in agreement, pushing on the railing to meet his every thrust.
"Almost there baby," he whispered into her ear, wrapping an arm down and around her waist to access her swollen nub.
He rubbed it in tantalizing circles as he continued to take her from behind, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. He felt her walls clamp down around him moments later and unexpectedly flipped her around so that she was now facing him. He supported her waist with his good arm and she wrapped her arms around his neck to support herself. He took a few steps back from the railing for safety reasons of course.
"Chuck! Chuck!" Blair shouted moments later as they came together, his cries muffled in the nape of her neck.
He pressed his forehead to hers as both of them tried to regain their steady breathing, carrying her back into the bedroom with slight difficulty, though he would never admit it of course.
"Wow Mr. Bass," Blair commented as he set her back down on the ground. "You're a lot stronger than I thought you were."
"I aim to please," he drawled as he watched her slip on her bikini.
"Is your arm alright?" she asked in concern as she rummaged through their luggage for his swimming trunks, helping him slip them on.
"My shoulder is a little sore, but it's a price I'm willing to pay," he assured her, winking in her direction.
Blair rolled her eyes and announced, taking his hand in hers, "Come on. Serena and Nate are waiting for us."
"Nate! Stop splashing me!" Serena squealed as she put her hands in front of her face in a poor attempt to shield herself from the warm water.
"Alright," Nate conceded, a contagious laugh escaping from his soft lips.
He picked her up then and spun her around in the water. Serena giggled in response, wrapping her arms around his neck for support.
"Now," Nate started. "Aren't you glad you came in the water instead of working on your tan?"
Serena nodded vigorously and continued to laugh in between showering her husband with kisses. Suddenly, his face grew serious. He was staring at her intently now and Serena found her giggles subsiding at an alarming rate.
"What's wrong?" she asked him in concern, stroking his cheek.
"Nothing," he answered, smiling at her. "I'm just wondering what I did to deserve you is all."
Serena smiled at his words, kissed him hard on the lips, and answered, "Probably the same thing I did to deserve you."
"Nate! Serena!" Blair shouted as she approached them, interrupting their special moment. "There you are!"
"Where's Chuck?" Nate asked, noticing that his best friend wasn't by her side.
"He's sitting on the beach moping around," Blair revealed, pointing towards her husband, who was seated a few meters away. "I told him he could wade into the water up to his waist, but he's still too afraid he'll get his cast wet."
"Can't you put a plastic bag over it or something?" Serena suggested, feeling a tad bit sorry for her step-brother.
"Yeah, but he doesn't want to. We do do that when he showers though," she revealed.
"He's a big boy. He'll be fine," Nate assured the girls. "Besides, he looks like he's enjoying the sun. How about we throw the old beach ball around for a bit?"
"I'm in," Blair said as Nate swam back to the beach to retrieve said item.
"Hey Blair," Serena spoke up the moment Nate had left. "My dad wants to have dinner with all of us tomorrow night. Is that ok with you and Chuck? Nate and I can go alone if you'd like."
"Nonsense," Blair announced immediately, waving off her concerns. "We'll be there."
"Thanks B," Serena said gratefully as someone bumped into her from behind.
"Hey!" Blair chided the perpetrator, who had just bumped into her best friend. "Watch where you're going!"
The man in question spun around at the sound of her voice to apologize only to smirk instead when he recognized who they were.
"Blair? Serena? Fancy bumping into you here," he drawled.