Chuck opened the door to his suite, moving inside. He shrugged off his jacket, checking his phone. Blair hadn't called; but then he'd told her he'd be in a meeting.
He paused as the faint strains of a familiar tune drifted through the walls. A tune that would always bring to mind only one person.
Sure enough, he spotted his girlfriend's purse on the floor.
Raising an eyebrow, he followed the melody, growing more distinct as he approached the bathroom.
Moon river...
He could smell scented candles now.
He pushed the bathroom door open.
Blair was stretched luxuriously in his bathtub, back to him, eyes on the fitted television screen. He didn't need to look at the screen, of course; besides which, she was murmuring each line along with the characters. His mouth twitched. As expected.
She remained oblivious to him, as he continued to watch her with growing amusement. She was too wrapped up in the movie; that, and slowly rubbing bath oil into her skin, enjoying the steam and bubbles.
He realised her favourite line was coming up, and it was too tempting.
"So what?" he murmured. "So plenty."
Blair let out a yelp of surprise, spinning round to face him, and nearly dropped her bath oil.
"Bass!" Her cheeks flushed. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, outraged. "You're meant to be in a meeting!"
He smirked, coming to sit on the edge of the bath tub. "It got cancelled." He gazed down at her. "Anyway, I could ask you the same thing. This is my suite, remember?" He stroked her bare shoulders, fondly trailing his hand over her back.
She managed to regain her composure. "I got sick of the communal showers. I needed to feel clean."
He grinned at that. Leaned closer.
"And you decided to start without me?"
Her eyes lit up in response.
She reached up to curl her wet arms around his neck, pulling him down closer, and as he kissed her, hungry, he didn't care that his shirt got soaked.