Title: A Week of Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf

Author: BookCaseGirl (Abby)

Date: June 15, 2009

Status: On-going for about a week.

Rating: T

Classification: Fluff, fluff, fluff.

Summary: After 2x25 and the Chuck/Blair 'I love you' scene. The week following Chuck's confession and the beginning of a Chair relationship. Series of very fluffy oneshots; one for each day.

Author's Note: So I basically just randomly thought of this and really figured it would keep me busy over the next week when I normally get bored. It's kind of just a collection of oneshots that follows cute little moments between Chuck and Blair over a one-week period and I hope everyone enjoys. Here's day one of the week of Chuck and Blair ;) And oh yeah...this is unbeta'd everyone...I take ownership for all of my most likely very stupid mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl

Massage

"Chuck!" Blair squealed with delight as she opened her eyes and they met with a pair of caramel ones. Her masseuse had left what seemed like ages ago, and honestly, she could not have been happier to see the man who was often affectionately titled Mother Chucker.

He mumbled a "why hello," but the smirk plastered on his face as he continued to walk towards her spoke louder than the words he said. The closer he got, the more bothered Blair was by the look on his face.

It was so strange to not see extreme amounts of mischief in his eyes as he smirked in that way. Today there was just pure emotion. Better get used to that, Blair, she said to herself, remembering that things would be different from then on.

They were going to try and be a couple. She emphasized that word not for herself, but more-so for Chuck. She had a feeling that it could be a bit of tooth and nail for a while, but she was willing to go through it all for Chuck. And that was because she loved him.

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Chuck sat down on the somewhat uncomfortable table next to Blair and lay his hands in his lap, staring down at the floor momentarily. He decided to chance a look at the goddess sitting next to him. Damn, there she was, looking right at him.

Her eyes bore into his with an intensity that had really been missing since he had said those magical words to her nearly five days ago. The robe that was around her was definitely not loose, so he was anticipating that what he had...come in here for would be harder to accomplish.

Things had definitely changed since he had decided to profess his love for Blair Waldorf, but they had changed for the better. Who knew that 'making love' was marginally more fun and fulfilling than having the hot nasty sex that they usually did?

It was slow and teasing and there were the softest touches; but sex, that was something that was also fulfilling...however it was fulfilling only until the point when Chuck became bored and another round was required. But this new phenomenon called love making left him exhausted and spent. It gave him a complete feeling unlike anything ever conceived in what was his former, immature mind.

Words had not been said in what felt like eons. He looked away from her so he could get some sort of wetness back in his throat to vocalize something – anything. Staring at the floor, he gathered himself. He was Chuck Bass for Christ's sake, he didn't lose it just because the girl he...well, he loved...was sitting not even an inch from him.

"So, Waldorf, something got you down? You must be very tense in order to require a professional's hands for relief," he whispered, seductively running his own rough hands along the very top of her thigh, which was covered by the thin layer of silk that made the robe.

"No, Bass, I just needed something gentler than sandpaper," she replied brusquely.

He hissed in a breath of 'defeat' and she smirked at him.

"In all honesty...I just needed a day to myself," Blair said softly.

That got him more worried. What, was he clouding her space? She must have seen the slight worry on his face since she instantly backpedaled – furiously, at that.

"No, no Chuck. It wasn't because of you. Everything...the stress of starting NYU, not having the realm of the Constance Kingdom...it's all been overwhelming. You are the only relief in that, believe me. And sometimes a massage is just needed," she said, running her hands along the smooth cotton of the sheets that adorned the massage table.

"Well then, I'll just leave you to it," he replied, getting up and walking – backwards – out of the private room.

"You don't have to go," Blair said, studying him closely. "I mean, who else will back me up on how unqualified the masseuse is?" She was hardly looking at him, and she could swear that she heard the smile crack onto his face – a smile of delighted contentedness.

"In that case, I suppose I could say," his suave exterior was incredibly transparent and Blair could tell that all this strangely insecure Chuck needed right now was a nice kiss on the lips.

So their lips met, tongues tangling in that always-familiar duel. And they were at peace. Who knew that three little words – eight seemingly difficult and challenging syllables – could result in such pure bliss and paradise?