Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
Back to the beginning….where season two left off.
"Chuck Bass, is a romantic, who knew?" Blair thought as she molded herself against him as they lay in bed together. It wasn't the first time she'd thought it, or said it for that matter. She'd first said it to him the night of his father's wedding to Lily. When he wanted to do things right. . . take it slow. But it turns out their idea of right was completely wrong.
Chuck and Blair holding hands and going to the movies didn't work. It was too ordinary, and they both prided themselves on being extraordinary. They fell apart after one week. Granted it had been a great week, but it still ended.
They tried to move on. They both really tried. Chuck - with any and every woman he could find. Blair went from one relationship to the next, from Marcus to Jack (a one night mistake) to Carter (another mistake) and then back to Nate.
Nate should have made her happy. She kept telling herself that. He had been the perfect gentleman, and did everything that she asked of him. Serena was no longer the distraction as she had been at the end of their first try, but there was a spark missing, the one that only Chuck had ever managed to ignite. Nate was gracious in letting her go again, this time for good she concluded.
Now Chuck was back . . . in her life once more. He didn't want to do it right or take it slow this time. He wanted jumped in with both feet. There would be no safety nets. If they crashed and burned this time, they would go down in spectacular fashion.
"What are you thinking about, Waldorf?" Chuck asked as he stroked her chin lightly.
"I'm thinking that this isn't really happening. I'm going to wake up in my bed and this is going to all be a dream. My heart is going to break again harder than it did the last time," she confessed. Verbalizing her emotions was hard for her. Admitting how much he had hurt her was even harder.
"This is real this time," he stated as he rolled towards her so that he could look her deeply in the eyes. "I know I hurt you, Blair, and I'll never be able to say I'm sorry enough, but this time is real."
"Can you say it again?" she smirked.
"I've said it a hundred times since this afternoon," he stated as he threw his head back and laughed.
"Make it a hundred and one," she demanded. She took in his laugh, loving the way it sounded, so free and effortless. "Maybe this time I'll believe you."
"I love you, Blair," he responded as he leaned in to kiss her lips passionately, "And I'll keep saying it until you do believe me."
"What's next for us?" she inquired curiously as she rolled out of bed, the sheet coming with her as she felt suddenly shy lying in bed naked next to him. She quickly began scanning his penthouse bedroom to try and locate her clothing.
"The modesty is really cute, Blair," Chuck stated as slid off the bed and he stood before her, as naked as she was underneath the sheet. He was tugging at the cloth, trying to get her to drop it. "But hardly necessary. I've seen all there is to see, and believe me, I intent to see it again and again."
"You aren't answering my question," Blair responded as she kept a firm grip on the bed sheet as he kissed the nape of her neck.
"What's next for us," he repeated as he gave up on ridding her of the sheet and pulled her into his arms, "How about a repeat of our last few hours together?"
"How about after that?" she pressed as she leaned into his embrace, "Are we going to try the Chuck and Blair holding hands and going to the movies thing again? We both know that doesn't work for us. We like the game. We like torturing each other, manipulating each other into getting what we want."
"I have every intention of continuing that torture," he groaned seductively, "It will just take on a completely different form."
"Come on, Chuck," she responded as she tried to break free of his grasp, "We have to be more than sex. We'll crash and burn for sure."
He knew she was right. He had spent his life crashing and burning each night with a different woman. There was a reason he didn't sleep with the same woman more than once. Blair had always been the exception. He kept asking himself why, but the answer never came.
"We'll figure it out," he responded finally as he continued to hold onto her tightly. "We're Blair and Chuck, that's all that is important right now."
"True," she agreed as she finally let go of the sheet and put her arms around his neck, the sheet falling to the floor completely forgotten.
"I love you, Blair," Chuck responded. She began beaming at his declaration. She would never tire of hearing that. A thought suddenly popped into his head. "You know you never did actually open the presents that I brought you."
"I don't even know where they ended up," she admitted as she began looking around the room.
"We should find them," he insisted, "I could use a snack and those macaroons looked so good when I bought them."
Blair began following the trail of clothes that led to his suite door. Had they really been wearing that many clothes? They felt as if they had peeled off of their own accord as Chuck and Blair found their way to his bed, a recently purchased new bed he would eventually point out. He was a new man as of that moment, and he didn't want her having to sleep were so many others had. He refused to allow her to see herself as just another one of his conquests.
She was the woman he loved. The only woman he would ever love. She deserved the best he had to offer.
Finally locating the beautifully wrapped packages she picked them up and moved to return to the bedroom. He was standing in the doorframe waiting patiently for her to return to him. She looked at the packages carefully. Were there always three? She could only remember him giving her two, the macaroon and the stockings. What was in the third package?
Chuck began laughing as she finally put together what he had purposefully withheld from her.
"Paris and Germany," she stated as began sauntering back to him making sure that her hips swayed a little bit more than normal, "But you were also in Italy. Did you get me something there as well?"
"Of course," he laughed as he pulled her into his arms, taking the boxes from her so they couldn't interfere with their closeness. She moaned at the skin-to-skin contact as she melted into his embrace. There was never going to be enough of this for them.
"Care to share?" she asked as he began nibbling on her neck drawing out a low groan from the back of her throat. Chuck smirked into the hollow of her neck as he made a mental note of that location; it was definitely one of her sensitive spots. He wanted to learn them all.
"Chuck?" she groaned as he picked her up in his arms and carried back to their bed. The presents would wait until later.
"You don't have to leave," Chuck insisted as he tried to pull her back to bed just as she finished getting dressed. They had spent their entire day in his bedroom.
"I have to go home and get a change of clothes," she responded as she tried combing her fingers through her hair as she stuffed her blouse in a laundry bag. She had tried to put it back on but found that too many of the buttons had been popped off by Chuck earlier that day. She was currently wearing one of his dressed shirts, and he had been fighting to get it off her ever since she opened his closet and put it on.
"We can send someone for them," Chuck replied as he pulled her back to the bed.
"A few hours away from me will not kill you," Blair responded as she pushed him away so she could get up.
"Why tempt fate," he stated as he caught her wrist just before she was out of reach and spun her towards him, "Haven't we tempted fate enough."
"That's a good try," she smirked as she loosened his grip, "I'll be back soon."
"Not soon enough," he responded as he pulled her into his arms, "And you never opened your presents."
"Are you still hungry," she teased.
"For more than just macaroons," he growled as she began caressing his earlobe.
"If I open my presents, you have to let me leave," she insisted.
"When you open your presents, you won't want to leave," he replied confidently as his hands found their way under the dress shirt she was sporting to caress the bare skin underneath. He'd never be able to wear the shirt again. He'd be walking around New York City with a hard-on for the entire day.
"Smug Basstard," she hissed as his fingertips tracked the curve of her spine. A smirk appeared on his face as he lifted the shirt over her head and onto the floor. He could sense that rher determination to leave had flown out the window. "You are going to kill me, Bass."
"As long as you take me with you, Waldorf," he stated as they fell into bed once more. The presents would wait many more hours.
I'm open for suggestions as to what the third present should be. Let me know. I'll take the best suggestion and I write it.