I received such great responses from these one shots that I decided to compile them all together in one story. I'll be updating this whenever the Chair mood strikes – which will hopefully be often! Enjoy the lovely chuck/blair fluff.

Chuck and Blair 1 year post 5.04. Our favorite couple enjoying a leisurely morning in bed.

The soft morning sun creeps between the curtains and Blair rolls over to avoid the light. Slowly opening one eye, Blair peeks at the man lying soundly beside her. His body moves up and down perfectly matching the rhythm of his breathing.

She reaches out a hand to caress his smooth cheek, his nose, his lips. Her own lips follow the path of her fingertips. And when her lips finally reach his, he murmurs a quiet sound of approval.

"Morning," she mumbles against his lips. Without opening his eyes, Chuck's hands roam up and down her back. Even with her whole body pressing down on his body, he still can't help but draw her even closer.

They continue to breathlessly kiss each other, her tongue running across his lower lip begging entrance to his mouth.

"I love you," he whispers. "So much." She smiles and laughs freely. Those three words had caused them so much trouble and now, even when tossed frequently back and forth, they still create that light fluffy feeling in the bottom of her belly.

She kisses his lips once more and rolls back over onto her back. Her hand seeks his beneath the covers.

"So, what do you want to do today?" he asks her.

"mmm, stay in bed with my beautiful man all day." He chuckles.

"That" he turns to kiss her "sounds" kiss "absolutely perfect." Chuck's lips trail a hot path of kisses across her chest and down her flat stomach. His tongue swirls around and into each crevice of her body, as if he can't get enough of her erotic taste and smell.

"mmm Chuck" she moans, "don't stop."

"I don't plan on it," he smirks. He returns his lips to her body but stops when he feels her soft hand on his cheek.

"Chuck?" His gaze finds hers. He takes in her beautiful brown curls, her flushed face, her soft and warm eyes.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I know." He can't help but laugh at how easy it is for them to be completely together now. "And I love you. Always and forever." He enters her warmth then, and she gasps at the pleasure. He moves in and out, gaining speed with each thrust. The room fills with their gasps and moans and cries of desire. Blair arches her back and he can tell she's close. His hand travels down between them and he rubs that spot of absolute pleasure.

"Come for me Blair," he whispers hoarsely.

"Come with me?" She gasps. He nods. Pleasure overwhelms them both and their overly sensitized bodies crash together. Breathing deeply, Chuck runs his hand over her sweat slicked forehead. He kisses his way across her face and down to her lips.

"I love waking up in the mornings," Blair sighs contently.

"Me too."

"It's a perfect wake up call." He laughs. He doesn't think he has ever truly laughed this much in his life. Blair looks at him then.

"I love hearing your laugh," she says. "It's like," she pauses for a moment, "something that always should have been there, you know?" He knows. He has never felt the desire to laugh this much before. He has never felt this at home, this content. Only when he has Blair in his arms.

Instead of responding, he kisses her shoulder and wraps his arm around her body, pulling her naked frame close to his bare figure. Rolling over so they are face to face, Blair sneaks her arms up around his neck and rests her head on his arm. With every part of their bodies touching, they let their eyes drift shut.

"Do you remember this day last year?" Blair suddenly asks. He nods against her body. Yes, he remembers. He remembers every detail. How she had come to his suite late that night. How she had run into his arms, encircling his body with her arms and legs, wrapping him entirely in her scent. How she had sobbed, bursting into tears, declaring her love. How he had eagerly responded, kissing her breathless. How, when he could tear himself away from her lips and had looked up, he saw Louis watching from the doorway, smiling and softly nodding his head.

They had spent the whole night together. Tears streaming down both of their faces, he vowed never to let her go again. They cried for their lost unborn baby girl and for the wasted time and their foolish adolescent games.

"Blair," he speaks. "Do you think…" he trails off, looking down at his diamond ring on her finger and at her flat stomach. She knows what he is asking.

"Chuck," she runs her fingers across his cheeks, and his eyes flutter shut at her delicate touch. "Look at me." And he opens his eyes. "I want nothing more than to have a family with you." She smiles. He smiles. His lips seek hers. She laughs, the sweet noise filling the room. He has never felt more at home than when he is in the arms of Blair Waldorf.