"So where are we going on honeymoon?" Blair inquired as she gestured for Chuck to unzip her dress. She slithered out of her ice blue Elie Saab wedding dress and set it aside for Dorota to hang in her monstrous closet in the morning. Chuck smirked and his arm snaked around her small waist, the silky material of her slip against his fingers.
"I was thinking we'd visit Monte Carlo for a few days and then go to Tuscany. It's only fitting." Blair took his face in her hands, her wedding ring glinted and caught her attention for a grinned.
"What?" He questioned her. She held her left hand in front of his face.
"You've finally made an honest woman of me, Bass." Chuck lifted Blair into his arms suddenly and she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck for support.
"No comment about Monte Carlo?" His eyes bored into hers.
"It sounds perfect. As long as we can re-create summer." She wriggled to escape but his hold tightened and his face grew devious.
"That's what I had in mind." he promised her. Squirming, she smiled at him and he set her back on her feet. She reached up kiss him. When they resurfaced for air, she rested her forehead against his and they spent a moment, reveling in their blissful harmony. Chuck took her hands in his and held them.
"Everything I want, I have." He smiled and gazed at her with a longing stare that made her feel wanted and loved.
"You're such a hopeless romantic, Chuck." She rolled her eyes at him and padded to her bed, she sank down on the plush coverlets and propped herself up against the carved mahogany headboard.
"I still can't believe that Dan is gossip girl. To think that he'd post such vicious things about me, you, Serena. Let alone Jenny." Blair still winced slightly at the mention of the youngest Brooklynite. Chuck moved to sit beside her and his arms encircled her.
"Really, Blair. We're going to talk about the Humphrey's on our wedding night." She fondly flicked his cheek with her fingernail and he mimed pain.
"We certainly aren't going to talk about the Humphrey's. Not on our wedding night. Not ever."
Chuck smirked in response and buried his face in her soft hair, kissing the top of her head.
"Why are we still here? Surely we should be as far away from my mother and Cyrus as is possible, considering the fact that it is the night of our wedding and we've not been together since, well, Monte Carlo…" Blair said in a frustrated manner. Chuck simply pulled her to her feet and said
"I don't know, but being far away from your mother and Cyrus is probably a good plan." He smiled and pulled her towards the door. When she stopped dead, he turned around to see what the problem was.
"Chuck, I'm not dressed." She tugged at the bottom end of her lace slip. He ran his hands down the length of her arms and flashed a brilliant grin.
"That wouldn't usually be a problem, but I don't particularly want to share you with the rest of the world." He gestured for her to visit her closet with his chin. "Don't take too long, Mrs Bass." She felt a familiar sense of security when his silky voice spoke her new name and she all but skipped to her closet with glee.
Blair pulled her lingerie chest open, running her hands across the silk and satin. Nothing in her life had ever been as easy and right as being with Chuck. He was her soul mate, someone she could scheme with, of course, their mutual love of burlesque was yet another reason as to why they were so perfect for one another. The past year had been torturous. Each time that she had wanted to be with Chuck, it was impossible. But when she had her chance, she hadn't taken it. But now they were married. The year behind them disappearing into the past, she felt unstoppable. She fished out her ivory lace agent provocateur corset and matching stockings - she thought that ivory was fitting, as she was just married. After concealing the lingerie under a short, navy and incredibly tight Herve Leger number that Chuck had complimented once upon a time, she slipped her feet into matching pumps and just as she was reaching her coat, she heard Chuck behind her.
"What's taking so long?" He whinged, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Patience, Bass. They say good things come to those who wait." She whispered, smirking to herself at the ghost of conversations passed. Chuck pulled the pins from her hair, allowing her chestnut curls to cascade down her back. He twisted her round to face him, taking in the tight fit of her dress against her slight form.
"Ravishing, as always."
Blair sighed in satisfaction and let herself be pulled away from her beloved closet.
"I brought the car around." he informed her as they descended the stairs, their hands entwined.
"Oh good. You know how much I love a limo." she teased, feeling his hand tighten around hers and his heart rate quicken. She deliberately slowed herself on the way down the seemingly growing staircase. There was nothing Chuck Bass couldn't resist more than Blair and she used this information to her advantage.
When they reached Chuck's sleek black limo, he opened the door for her and she gracefully slid in, purposely revealing the bottoms of her lace garters, which she knew would drive him mad. He climbed in behind her and she moved up on the cool leather interior to make room for him. The minute the door closed, she felt herself slide along the seat as he pulled her close to him. Their electric attraction pulsing underneath their clothes. He wordlessly put his arm around her waist, drawing her even closer. She lay her head against his side and relaxed into his familiar hold, inhaling his scent. The smell of peppermint and old spice comforted and pleased her.
"So when do I get to see what you're hiding under there?" His hand moved to her exposed leg, where the suspenders were peeking out suggestively.
"Soon, if you're good." She turned to face him with a smirk plastered on her face.
"You're a tease." He stated, running his hand along the smooth skin of her thigh.
"And you can't control yourself." She responded, smacking his hand away playfully.
"I can't help it. Look at you." His eyes traveled the length of her body. She basked in his adoration and smiled at him, batting her eyelashes.
"Can we go to Victrola?" She asked him innocently, instantly feeling his body tense, she suppressed a giggle.
"Your wish is my command." He told her, giving the new instructions to his driver.
"I thought I'd reacquaint myself with your stage." Blair said casually, as if she hadn't planned it down to the very last detail. His eyes widened and once again, she delighted in his obvious desire for her. The vehicle slowly came to a halt and the driver opened the door, Chuck stepped out in a hurry and Blair idly offered him her hand which he gladly grasped, pulling her gently from the limo. She straightened her dress and marched towards the door, swaying her hips more than she usually might. Chuck reached in to his pocket, retrieving the key to the establishment and fumbled to open the multiple locks he'd had installed on the club. When the door opened, he gestured for her to step inside and she did. He locked the door behind them and switched the power on. Dim lights flickered on and the club was just as she'd remembered. The place had a sexy ambiance even when it was empty. She made her way towards the large stage and climbed up the stairs with as much sass as she could muster.
Chuck followed her with his eyes, hardly able to believe what he was witnessing. His stomach dropped when his new wife strutted to the stage of his beloved burlesque joint and once again placed herself in the centre, planning to dance for him like she had the night she'd given him her virginity, the night that they'd given in to what he knew was inevitable.
"A girl needs music to dance to." She called out to him. He pursed his lips and tried to remember how to turn on the sound system, upon figuring out the method, he decided that if they were taking a look back to the past, she should dance to the same song. He remembered the details of that night down to the very last note, so finding the song wasn't difficult. As the music pulsed through the club, he strolled back into the main room, Blair stood with her hands on her hips and her expression was decadent. He'd known he was in for quite a ride from the moment he'd said I do - but this, this was something else altogether. He sat back on the red velvet couch and looked up at her. She began to sway her hips from side to side. The memories filled his head, and he was transported back to that night.
"Come on, you're ten times hotter than any of those girls." He promised, leaning against her shoulder in order to convince her.
"I know what you're doing, Bass." She told him, stubborn as ever. A moment passed, he watched her with a knowing smirk.
"You really don't think I'd go up there…" She shook her head at him, her glossy curls bouncing at her shoulders.
"I know you won't do it." He challenged her. She stared at him, open mouthed and before he could say another word she handed him her half empty champagne flute.
"Guard my drink." She instructed him before sashaying to the stage in her pale green, high necked dress and louboutin heels. He crossed his legs and grinned. Finding it difficult to believe that Blair Waldorf, virgin queen and his best friends very recent ex-girlfriend, was about to perform at his burlesque club. True to her word, she strutted to the centre of the stage, taking her place in the middle of all the other dancers who were blurred from Chuck's vision all of a sudden. He only saw her. She moved her body in time to the rhythm of the sensual music, her hands gliding up to remove her signature headband, her eyes locked with his. She threw the headband into the crowd of cheering partiers. Her hands moved to her dress, she slowly unzipped the garment and let it fall to the floor. Chuck gaped at her flawless figure, concealed only by a thin slip. He rose to his feet and watched her as her arms rose above her head and she swayed from side to side. Chuck moved closer to the stage, feeling the presence of someone behind him, but ignoring it. She swept the hair from the back of her neck and he watched in awe as she gazed over her dainty shoulder and smirked at him.
"Who's that girl?" A voice asked from behind him. The only response he could return was
"I have no idea." Because he truly didn't. If it wasn't for her identical appearance, he would be sure that this girl was not Blair Waldorf at all, but some courageous minx, sent from the heavens, purely to torture him for his womanizing and underage partying ways. Her hands rose to tease the hem of her slip, the seam of her stockings seeming to be endless. He adjusted his jacket and gulped, feeling himself become more and more aware of her perfection.
The light thud of her jewellery against the stage brought him back to the present and he saw her again, six years older but this time, she was his. Not Nate's, not Humphrey's and she definitely did not belong to that pompous French prince. She was only his. And he loved her. More than he could put into words.
Blair grinned at Chuck. This time there was no one there to watch except him and she wouldn't of had it any other way. Her hands found the zip on her dress and she gently slipped it down and let it fall to the floor, leaving her stood in her underwear. She saw Chuck's jaw drop and took it as her cue to dance. She shimmied seductively for him, exposing the nape of her neck, his kyrptonite. She saw him loosen his collar. He was becoming aroused and she realised it wouldn't be long before he gave up on waiting and grabbed her. Forever wanting to be in control, she ended the dance and walked with poise to him. He was speechless, taking in everything about her. The way her curves were defined by the underwear she had on, her pale but glowing skin, she looked tiny, tiny and perfect. She had never looked more beautiful to him. The moment she straddled his lap, she became aware of his erection. He gripped her thighs when she threw her arms around his neck and leaned in to capture his lips. Before she could claim his mouth, he whispered
"You're beautiful, Blair." She was too overcome with happiness and the wonder of the moment to come up with a verbal response so she kissed him with everything she had. It was an explosion of passion. His mouth opened underneath hers and her tongue curled around his. He pulled her closer to him and his hands moved to un-hook her corset. Briefly she remembered when he had once allowed her underwear to be loaned out to a stripper, luckily for him, he had seen fit to never do so again. Dismissing the memory, she pulled at his bow tie and speedily unbuttoned his shirt, pushing the sleeves of his jacket over his shoulders. She hungered for his touch, craved it. He freed her of the corset and she wrapped her legs around his torso. He grasped the small of her back so her could lift her up, she felt weightless and as her pushed her up against the wall, she moaned into his skin and ran her fingers through his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. With their bodies smashed up against one another, she felt alive and needed. He cherished her in ways that no one else ever had. He made her feel loved and desired and despite everything they had been through, their bond was incomparable to any other that either of them had ever had.