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Exasperated, Blair strode into the Bass townhouse. She had a long and tiring day at Waldorf Designs, finalizing the latest designs for the launch of next season's Fall line. She just wanted to relax and settle herself in her husband's comforting arms.
It had been several excruciating hours since she had last been in her husband's embrace. Chuck always knew how to calm her scattering worries and thoughts. They were married six months today, and all she wanted was for her husband to reassure her that everything would be okay as he made love to her, showing her that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
She sighed contentedly as she realized she never wanted to lose what she had with Chuck. She never understood how she resisted him for so long, only to finally admit what she knew her heart truly sought. She swallowed, letting her troublesome thoughts wash away from her flooded mind.
As she walked into Chuck's office, taking in his form, she noticed how dazzling he looked in that suit. She just wanted to rip it off him and show him how much she loved him. But when she looked up at him, all she saw was his worried face. "Chuck," she said soothingly, "is everything alright?"
He tore his gaze away from the papers he was peering through, to gaze into his wife's concerned, deep chocolate eyes. He knew she was worried. "Just work stuff," he responded half-heartedly. "Nothing to worry about. Besides, I'd much rather talk about your day, my breathtaking wife."
Chuck's comment caused her to flush crimson. He always knew what to say to make her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. God, she loved this man. She studied his eyes carefully. "But something is up, and I want you to know you can talk to me, Chuck. I'm your wife and I will support you through everything."
"It's the board," he revealed in an almost silent whisper. "They still think I killed my father. How long before they decide I'm not worthy enough to run Bass Industries?"
Blair felt her veins turn to ice. How could they believe Chuck, the man who had run their company over four years do such a thing? How could they not see what a wonderful, intelligent, charming and innovative man he was? Chuck helped rebuild the company after Bart's "first" demise, doubling its profits and then some, and now they doubted him?
Their loyalty to the great Bart Bass caused her heart to ache for her husband. Bart was one cold bastard, and they didn't even see it. Sometimes she swore that there wasn't a heart beating in Bart's chest. Bart didn't know what love was, so it was no wonder Chuck always doubted his wealth when it came to love. Bart had made him feel like nothing he ever did would be good enough.
She wished even after six months that man wouldn't have such a forceful grip on Chuck's fragile heart. She understood it though. He didn't even have to tell her. It was an unspoken feeling that even after all Bart did, he was still Chuck's father, and nothing could ever change that. Even after everything, Chuck still craved Bart's love and approval like a child craved candy.
"What's worse is they think I married you to avoid suspicion of the murder, and prison," Chuck frowned. He never wanted Blair to think he married her out of fear or convenience. He married her for love and he hoped she knew that with every fibre of her being.
"How could they think such a thing?" she said, peering into Chuck's blazing gaze. "Chuck, I married you because I love you. You married me out of your love for me, and if they can't see that, they're idiots." She leaped into his embrace, wrapping her hands around his neck. "I love you so much, Chuck, and I can't stand to see this man hurt you so much. You've become a man in a way your father never will be."
He beamed at her words. He loved her for the way she was there for him, even if he sometimes didn't know if he really deserved her. But he knew that she loved him and would stand by him. "Jack is helping me gain support within the board," he revealed. "Now," he said, his hands caressing her arms. "Enough about me. Let's talk about you. How's the life of the most amazing CEO?" he asked with a satisfied smile.
Blair looked down, making sure to keep her perfectly still composure. Her breath came to a halt as she let Chuck's question ring in her ears. His resolute faith in her astonished her. Even after all the years of insecurities, scheming, and manipulation he still had complete trust in her. It was an incredible feeling. Even after all their heartbreak, misunderstandings, and imperfect reunions in the past, the fact that he still had this much conviction in her made her heart jump out of her chest with joy.
After the whole Prince Louis ordeal and her brief dalliance with Humphrey, she, at times still doubted whether she deserved a love so deep. But here they were, happily married, and as much in love with each other as they always had been. She knew she wasn't going to do anything to mess this up.
She looked into her husband's heated gaze. It was a look of passion, desire, and love, and still couldn't believe she was married to Chuck, the love of her life. Someone who never thought he deserved love. But he did, and she would spend the rest of her life showing him that. "It could have gone better," she murmured. "My mother wants me to hire Jenny Humphrey as the head designer, and for me to handle the more administrative responsibilities," she said through clenched teeth. "As if I would ever hire that social climbing wannabe after what she did to us."
Chuck sighed deeply, making sure to be careful of the words he chose next; he never wanted to lose Blair again. "Blair," he said softly, warmly, as he traced his fingers down the small of her back. "Jenny's been back two months now, and she's tried to fix things with you. It's been four years since our deception," he started, causing Blair to flinch at the word 'our' next to Jenny's name. "You forgave me after everything. Don't you think it's time you do the same with her, even if it's only so that we can move forward. What happened that night is my biggest regret, but if we're to move forward, maybe it's time to let go of the past completely."
Blair relaxed into Chuck's gaze, kissing him softly on the lips. "You're right," she admitted. "It's just every time I see her; I think of how she almost destroyed us."
"But she didn't," he told her, kissing her knuckles affectionately. "Because our love is inevitable. But if we are to move on with our life, that means forgiving Jenny. If we allow ourselves to hold onto the past, can we really move forward?" The way that Chuck looked into Blair's doe eyes made her heart melt. He was looking at her with such love and adoration.
"Besides," he said, touching her lips with his own. "She has a great fashion sense. And if we're being completely honest, you always were a natural born leader. You were meant to lead, not follow. You love to give orders, and this allows you to take a more direct role in managing your company. Running the operations yourself. And not to mention, you would get to finalize everything Jenny designs."
She beamed at the way he brought such tranquility to her troubled mind. He always knew what to do and say to her.
Right now she felt desire burning in her. She didn't want to think about Bass Industries, or Waldorf Designs or Jenny fucking Humphrey. She wanted Chuck inside her. "Chuck?"
"Hmm."
"Let's not talk anymore," she said lustfully. "What do you say we take this to the bedroom?" her eyes darkened seductively as she felt her desire soak down to her groin.
"I guess there could be some pleasure in that," he smirked, capturing her lips with his own as his tongue danced with hers in perfect rhythm.
Their tongues began to battle for supremacy, as they began to thrust against each other. Before she knew it, Blair removed Chuck's jacket and shirt, as Chuck ripped off her dress revealing the black lace lingerie. His hand traveled down her body, moving into the black lace, and into her core, causing her to groan "Chuckkk." She purred at the way he was causing her body to squirm with desire.
"You're so wet, Blair," he whispered lustfully.
"Blair's hand reached into his pants and through his boxers, stroking his already hard cock. "And you're so hard," she responded.
"Only for you," he began to sweep his tongue into her mouth once again, heightening her arousal even further. He unclasped her bra, exposing her breasts to him. He swept his tongue over a taut nipple, drawing it into his eager mouth and sucking hard. He began to palm her other breast while his tongue laved into the taste of her other one. "Chuckkkkkk," she cried in pleasure.
God, she didn't not want him to stop. She was so turned on right now, but knew the best was yet to come. He began to move his talented tongue over to her other hard nub, whirling his tongue over the rosy bud. Her cries of pleasure only increased further.
Blair removed Chuck from his pants and boxers, freeing his iron cock which was more than ready for her. She took her hand, and starting at the base of his penis, began to move her hand up to its head, eliciting a blissful groan from Chuck.
Chuck's hand snaked lower as he began to knead the curve of her ass. He then yanked down her panties in one swift move, and took her to the bed, laying her on her back. "Blair," he purred. "You're so beautiful," he groaned in his aroused state, yet he meant every single word.
There wasn't a woman more beautiful to him
He took two fingers and slipped into her core, causing Blair's hips to buckle and writhe as she tightened around his dexterous fingers. He pulled out as his tongue began to sweep onto her clit, causing Blair to squirm at what that sinful, and skilled tongue was doing to her. She couldn't handle it anymore, she needed him inside her. Now.
"Chuckkk," she cried blissfully again. "I want you…inside me," she said with trembling breaths as his tongue continued its assault on her.
With her latest request, he went to their nightstand, grabbing a condom, and rolling it over his strained cock. With one swift movement, he spread her legs apart to gain further access and he entered her gently. He then slid in deeper and began thrusting into her.
She felt herself tighten convulsively around his cock. Her breath began to speed up as she began to pant his name over and over as he rocked into her again and again, causing an orgasm to explode through her. They both came together, as he erupted into her, completely filling her.
They held each other close as their breathing slowed back down to normal. "I don't think this feeling will ever go away," she sighed happily as she rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"Which feeling is that?"
"The feeling of complete bliss after we've made love," she admitted. "I love you, Chuck, and that's never going to change. It's only grown stronger.
"I feel the same, Bass," he said, causing Blair's heart to melt over the way Chuck referred to her as 'Bass'. Blair didn't think she could tire of the way he looked at her when he called her that. It made her heart soar knowing that the moniker was their little secret, something he called her only when they were alone because no one could understand what it truly meant to them.
Blair had grown up with her Waldorf identity, and even though legally she was now a Bass, professionally she decided to keep her Waldorf name. It was a part of who she was, and her success derived from being a Waldorf. "Promise me something, Bass," she said, looking into his blazing eyes.
"Hmm."
"Promise me we'll never lose this," said Blair with complete gratification. "This feeling. The way you look at me with such love, like you worship me."
"Blair, that could never change. Haven't you figured it out yet?" he said, kissing her tenderly on the lips. "You're it for me. It's only you."
She beamed at him before heading off to start the water for their shower.
Later, as they got dressed for their dinner out, they heard angry voices coming from downstairs….
Jack and Georgina?
Blair looked at Chuck in surprise.
"He's supposed to drop off papers for me to review before a big meeting first thing tomorrow," her husband whispered.
They headed stealthily down the stairs to the dining room to overhear what sounded like an argument brewing between Jack and Georgina.
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Tension was radiating from the room. It left an unsettled feeling in Blair's stomach as she tried not to be seen from the living room. They needed to know what was going on, and what better way than to listen to those ringing voices echoing down the hall?
Chuck and Blair snuck themselves into the dining room, located to the left of the living room. It also made it easier to understand what Jack and Georgina were saying.
Jack and Georgina were so busy arguing that they didn't even notice Blair and Chuck sneak past them.
"I am not your fucking lap dog, Sparks," Jack hissed angrily, his voice cracking with every word he spoke. "I will not be used as your scheming weapon or some plaything that you can fuck whenever it pleases you, only to be tossed aside when you get bored. I'm not Philip!"
Blair tried to register Jack's words.
Jack and Georgina? Georgina and Jack? No, it couldn't be. Could it? Jack and Georgina were too crazy to find happiness, weren't they? But then again, they were a match made in hell - a perfect match, really. But could they ever admit that there was something blossoming between them?
Georgina had divorced Philip only two months ago. He was too amiable for Georgina's liking, always taking orders at her whim as if on a leash. She wanted a man who would challenge her. Blair could understand and appreciate that. Philip had never challenged Georgina. He was nothing more than a trophy husband.
Blair had a feeling Georgina wanted someone who made her feel alive and made her skin burn with desire.
It was obvious from the heated discussion that Jack and Georgina were having sex, but why was Jack so angry about it? She could feel the heat of his eyes as they sizzled angrily into Georgina's sea blue eyes.
"Jack," Georgina spoke irritably, her fingers tracing patterns over her tousled hair. "We both knew it was a one-time thing, and you told me you were fine with it. Besides, I know you; you're Jack Bass," she said as if that was all the explanation in the world.
Blair's face formed a scowl as she looked into Chuck's hazel eyes. She recalled a similar instance where she had said those same words to Chuck, when they had played that game. As it turned out, Chuck hadn't done what she thought he had, he'd just had a headache. Needless to say, they spent the remainder of the night roleplaying and making love to each other.
Blair recalled how simple things had been back then. Before everything had fallen apart, before all the wrong timings, princes, and Dan Humphreys. A time when it was just the two of them, irrevocably in love and just trying to make one another happy.
The course of true love had never been simple between them, but in their honeymoon phase, in that moment, it was perfect. A time before Elizabeth and Jack, before everything plummeted downwards.
She gazed into her husband's eyes with an unspoken question. Asking if he saw what she did between Jack and Georgina.
"Meaning?" Jack asked, his mouth twisting into a scowl.
"Meaning?" Georgina repeated mockingly. "Meaning you don't want a relationship, Jack. I know you. You make your nephew look like Prince Charming."
Jack blanched at Georgina's harsh words, completely aware of what she was telling him. She was talking about his womanizing past, much like his nephew had.
Had. As in the past.
Why couldn't she see that was all in the past? That he could change? If Chuck could change and settle down with the woman he loved, why couldn't he do the same?
Was he just a fuck buddy to Georgina? The thought was unsettling in Jack's mind, as the anger from her harsh outburst rippled through him in a heated frenzy. "You know, it's no wonder you divorced Philip," he spat without thinking how harsh he sounded. He was so livid about how quick Georgina was to dismiss him that he didn't think. "You can't stay interested for more than a day," he crossed his arms over his chest. "Face it, you didn't love Philip. He was nothing more than a pawn in your arsenal, and maybe the thought of something real with me terrifies you. Come find me when you're ready to stop running away," he said before storming away.
The two of them left the Bass townhouse in a fury, going in opposite directions as if the other was the plague.
Blair and Chuck had managed to stay hidden, without being seen or heard by Jack and Georgina. The silence in the room was deafening, and she had to think, what should they do?
Should they help them get together?
Jack had hurt Chuck and her in so many ways, it was overwhelming. And Georgina had been a constant pain in her ass throughout her high school years, college years and beyond. Yet Blair couldn't help but wonder if she owed them this.
Georgina had helped her escape the rooftop after Bart's untimely demise. If it wasn't for her, Blair wasn't sure she and Chuck would've been able to leave unseen, and Chuck might've had to go to prison. The thought sent a chill up her spine as her mind began to recollect that night. The way Bart attempted to murder the love of her life, his son, her Chuck.
A life without Chuck was a chilling thought. He held her together when she doubted herself and she did the same for Chuck. They were inseparable. They were two damaged people who loved each other with every piece of their beating hearts and completed each other. Without the other, their hearts would become hollow. She never wanted to lose Chuck again.
Perhaps they owed some of their current happiness to Jack and Georgina. Jack helped them procure their wedding license, without any suspicion from the authorities, While Georgina helped them plan their escape without any suspicion from the feds, and helped Jack organize their wedding and bring the guests to the wedding, the happiest and scariest day of Blair's life.
Scary, because the thought of Chuck going to prison over his father's death - a father who didn't show any semblance of emotion towards his own flesh and blood - shook her to the core. It was a feeling she couldn't seem to let fade from her mind.
A father was supposed to protect his child, not hurt him. She knew one day she wanted to have children with Chuck, and she could see them having a son. She couldn't see Chuck being so cold and cruel towards their child. In fact, she knew Chuck would be a loving father who would show their child that he was loved with all their heart.
So they owed Jack and Georgina, but could she forget the pain they caused them? She knew Chuck forgave Jack for everything, but could she forgive him too?
Jack and Georgina were so ruthless and cunning, they made them look like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny by comparison. Chuck and Blair schemed to protect those they loved, but Jack and Georgina schemed in the past to destroy people, including those Blair cared about. Including the man she loved, her husband.
Could she just forget that?
Blair decided to broach the subject with Chuck, her partner in crime. Together, they would come up with a plan.
She wondered what Jack and Georgina would be like as a couple. Could Jack actually be happy? She couldn't remember a time she saw Jack happy. He always seemed so hell-bent on revenge and hatred, it was hard to imagine Jack being happy after all that.
But she had also seen how broken Jack seemed at Georgina's reaction. Was he already developing feelings for her?
They entered their bedroom as Blair wrapped her arms around her husband's waist, and kissed him ardently. He returned the kiss with just as much passion. She let herself melt into the kiss for a few beating seconds before she reluctantly pulled away. "So…" she cooed, "Jack and Georgina? Georgina and Jack?"
Chuck's eyes reached Blair's and he beamed at how happy she looked, at how happy they were now, and it made his heart swell with joy. Especially given that he was a big contributor to her happiness. He chuckled at the way Blair phrased the question about his uncle and whatever Georgina was to him. Relishing the familiarity of those words, even when directed at different people. "Sounds familiar," he said with amusement in his voice.
"Well, it's just surprising," she reasoned, leaning into Chuck's chest.
"I'm not surprised," he mused, seeing the familiarity of his relationship with Blair. "They met through a scheme, and ever since then, they've grown closer," he said as he took in Blair's scent, leaning against her. "Sound familiar?"
Realization dawned on Blair. He was referring to how they bonded over a mutual love for scheming and burlesque. It all started because of a dance at a burlesque club-Chuck's first real, successful investment and a limo ride home.
Back then she would never admit it, but that limo ride had been the best night of her life up to that point. The way he had looked at her with such yearning and devotion. He made her feel so loved like she was a goddess he worshiped.
The years that followed had been filled with both happiness and sorrow, and their love had been a complicated one, but she wouldn't change a thing about it. Because of it, she was here, married to the love of her life.
She could see the similarities between how her relationship with Chuck had started to that of Jack and Georgina, whatever they were at this point. Could their relationship blossom into love, and bring these two people together like it had for her and Chuck?
She pulled back from Chuck's warm embrace and looked up into his eyes. "Chuck, do you think we should help them?"
"How can we possibly help them? This is something they have to figure out on their own," he said in that husky voice of his that made her melt. "We can't interfere with everyone, especially with Jack and Georgina. Jack's my uncle and Georgina's his...something. They're both stubborn, but they'll figure it out."
"Do you really believe that?" she asked, crossing her arms, mulling the idea over.
"It did for us. It may have taken us a long time, but we did figure it out," he said with a satisfied smile. Not that smarmy grin she always pretended she hated. He wasn't smirking in the way the world was used to seeing, he was wearing a genuine smile, showing the gentle, sweet, loving young man she knew he could be. He was being her Chuck.
"True," she agreed. "But they're Jack and Georgina," she reasoned, searching for Chuck's hazel eyes. "They're more twisted than we are. And evil. Can we really forget what they've done to us in the past?"
"Blair," he said, looking into her eyes. "Part of that is my fault too" he tried to reason with her, remembering what he had done all those years ago. It had taken him a long time to become a man worthy of Blair Waldorf again. "He also brought us together for good. I can see he's trying to change."
"I'm not saying you have to trust him. It took me a long time, especially after everything he did to destroy us" he spoke calmly. "But if it wasn't for them I'm not sure we would be here today, happy. They saved us from prosecution and helped us get married. I can't help but feel I owe them for that."
Blair nodded silently, but still felt a bit hesitant. "But is it enough to forget everything they've done to us?"
Chuck cupped Blair's cheek affectionately before responding. "No" he admitted. "Nothing will ever be enough to forget what he did to us," he reasoned. "But," he took his hands in hers, rubbing them warmly, "But it would make them more bearable, and they wouldn't annoy us half as much, and maybe they might actually become tolerable? Plus, Jack's the only blood relative I have left after Bart's death."
Blair gulped at Chuck's last few words, sensing his unease at what happened between them and Bart. It still pained her to see Chuck so broken over the way Bart treated him in the last year of Bart's life. She knew Chuck was recovering one day at a time, but it didn't make things easy for him to deal with.
She knew Chuck was right. Jack was his only blood family left, and he had actually become somewhat of a decent uncle to Chuck, despite their past. So she would tolerate Jack, for Chuck's sake, if nothing more.
Which meant helping him get together with Georgina.
Maybe then he could actually become a decent person and not the egotistical Jack she was used to in the past.
"Okay," she agreed. "I will help them, but only because without them I'm not sure we would be here together." She placed her hands on Chuck's chest, feeling the heat of Chuck's warmth engulf her. "And for you, as he's your only blood family left, I can't fault you for wanting to build a relationship with him.
"I think in order to get them together we need to get them into the same room together somehow," she said as she went into scheming mode. "Why don't you talk to him tomorrow at Bass Industries, and I'll invite Georgina over for tea or something?" she gave a soft smile, before kissing Chuck sweetly. She was already mulling over a plan in her head.
"We just need to figure out where their heads are at before we decide what course of action to take," she said, beaming up at her husband, already excited over the idea of being able to scheme again.
"Let's just hope whatever plan you have cooking up will work," Chuck said, with warmth in his voice.
"Oh, it will" Blair thought with complete excitement. "We'll make sure of it." With that, she leaned in for a kiss, before taking her phone out and starting to put her plan into motion.
A/n: *Hides under a rock of been hiding under* So sorry for taking so long to post anything for gg. I've been busy with work, volunteer, going back to school, lost motivation. But I'm going to try my best and update more frequently after this story is complete. Yes, that's right, this story isn't complete yet. I'm in the process of doing the final edits of my final 2 chapters. This will be a three-shot. I would love to hear your comments and thoughts on, this is my first attempt at writing smut for Chuck and Blair in a really long time, and I wrote this last year, so I hope it's to your satisfaction. Please drop a review and let me know what you think because there's two more chapters to go which I'll post soon.
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