A/N: Okay, so here's the conclusion! I'm so sorry that it took me sooo much longer than I thought it would, but I hope you all enjoy it just the same. This chapter wasn't put through a beta-reader in the interest of getting it to you without further ado. Oh, and I recommend re-reading the first part before reading this one so that you'll understand. Because it's been that long. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl's Chuck Bass or Blair Waldorf... I just like to put words in their mouths and knock sense into their stubborn heads.

The Shape of My Heart

(Part II)

Standing in the hallway outside of his sister's room, with Blair inches away, Chuck had never been so nervous. His voice had just faded away after speaking those few words that, while cheesy, were the truth; he couldn't know if this was love yet and he wanted to be sure before he said it. As far as he could tell, all signs were pointing to yes, but he didn't want to be another person to say those words to her and not mean them. It wouldn't be fair... to either of them.

Right now he was waiting to find out if his 'I'm falling' line would be enough for Blair to forgive him. She wanted the truth, so he gave it to her.

Staring down into her blank expression, his fingers buried in the silky strands that he adored, it felt like an eternity.

It was the longest forty-five seconds of his life so far.

For a few seconds after she kissed him, he just stood there in shock. After the initial surprise, though, he returned the embrace ferociously. She accepted it, accepted him, and it couldn't have made him happier. Lapping at her tongue, one hand twisted in her hair trying to pull her closer than was possible, the other traveling up her leg, he had her backed up against the wall of the hallway.

About the same time that his fingers reached the fabric of her panties he realized that they were, in fact, still in the middle of the hallway.

Forehead resting against Blair's, Chuck took a moment to catch his breath before pointing out, "As exciting as it is, knowing we could get caught any moment, I think it's time we..."

"Move the make-up sex to your new bedroom?" she suggested with a grin.

He pulled her into a kiss for finishing his sentence so perfectly then released his hold on her body and took her hand in his. Leading her across the hall to his bedroom door, he opened it for her and gestured for her to enter first after hitting a light switch. Once in the room, he clicked the lock behind them and turned to find her wide brown eyes watching him curiously. Stepping as close to her as possible without touching, he brushed his fingers down her cheek before leaning in to take her lips with his.

Chuck had forgotten how soft her lips were, how sweet she tasted... and how passionate she really was under the straight-laced exterior. Her hands were already untying the sash on his robe, arms working their way around his waist to hold him closer; it seemed as if neither could get the other close enough. His hands were buried in her hair again before tracing down her neck and across her shoulder to the strap of her gown. Slipping his fingers underneath the material that was just as silky as he'd imagined it would be, he shifted it to just off her shoulder and placed a kiss were the skin had been bared.

Somewhere inside him, he'd known that this would happen tonight and he was grateful for it.

It had been entirely too long since he'd held her like this.

With Chuck's mouth alternating between her neck and her shoulder it was hard to believe she'd gone this long without feeling like this. Sure, there'd been reasons why, but it was hard to think of them now.

Now that she was pushing his robe from his shoulders to the floor and unbuttoning his shirt so that it could join it.

Now that her nightgown straps had been pushed down her own shoulders leaving her chest exposed and pressed against his.

Now that he was whispering her name so reverently...

They did a kind of half dance, half walk over to the side of the bed before her gown met the carpet and she shoved the pajama pants over down over his hips, finding that he'd been naked underneath them.

It was impressive, the way he didn't have to stop kissing her to pull the covers down. His fingertips released the bed sheets and went straight for her panties, pushing them to the floor before lying down with her on the bed.

It was at this point that she had an actual coherent thought, one that she wished she could push away. The nagging in the back of her brain that screamed, 'you don't know who's been in this bed!' It was the same voice that kept telling her that it'd been so long since she'd been with a man that she would be clumsy and unsatisfying. The same part of her that told her she wasn't beautiful every time she looked into a mirror.

She must have stopped responding because he pulled away from her mouth to look at her in concern. Concern. He cared, remember? It didn't matter who had been before her, all that mattered was now.

Chuck Bass was falling in love with her, not any of the others that she believed were prettier or skinnier.

Reaching her hand up to brush her fingers down his chest, catching in the tiny hairs as they went, they reached his stomach before tracing around to his back to pull him down. His dark eyes, lust filled and hazy, raked over her naked body before he lowered himself down to settle between her legs. Burying his face in her hair, his chest pressed against hers again, he groaned, "You're even more beautiful than I remember."

She moaned at the feel of him against her, wondering how he knew she needed to hear those words. All the years they'd known each other, he always seemed to make some lewd, flattering comment about her appearance at times she felt most inadequate; even when she wasn't his to compliment.

It seemed inconceivable that she'd lasted through the long, cold months since the day that they'd last lain together this way. Let alone all those wasted years he could have been peppering her hair and neck with kisses, his hands caressing her thighs, just as they were now…

If she'd hadn't been blinded by Fairy Tale dreams, she could have always known the pleasure of their flesh pressed together from mouths to feet, their most intimate of places separated by nothing but air…

Lying here with him, completely naked, exposed, vulnerable, she felt anything but insecure.

She could have always known the completion she felt in his arms.

The kisses he was leaving on her neck, his hands caressing her hips, the hardness pressing against the apex of her thighs… it all made her feel cherished and desirable.

With Chuck, she finally knew how it felt to be worthy of being loved instead of not being good enough.

Her hands were threaded through his hair as his mouth made the trip downward; she tried to let him take his own course, even though there were several places she wanted that hot, wet, tongue to touch so badly. Just before he took the tip of one of her breasts between his lips, his head sprang back up and buried itself into the hair covering the pillow over her shoulder.

She heard him mumble something like, "Damn, I'm gonna regret this" before he pulled away to look into her eyes in the dim light.

Smoothing the hair from her face with his hand, he heaved a deep sigh before asking, "What about Marcus?"

At first she was speechless; with Chuck-sex so close, Marcus was the furthest thing from her mind. Then again, that was really the case with any type of sex.

He must have taken her shocked silence as an admission of some sort because he continued in a tenser tone, "How do I know you're not going to run back to him in the morning?"

She could see the hurt on his face, plain as day; he was afraid of losing her to some random she'd picked up to make him jealous. Sure, she'd acted as if the lord of whatever actually meant something to her, that she wanted to be with him, but it'd been more of a cross between adoration over his title and a very horny Blair.

Her heart swelled for him just then, because she knew that she wouldn't have been able to stop and ask such a serious question in their current position if it had been the other way around.

This was important to him for him to know just like his feelings were important for her to hear; she didn't hesitate in letting him know just where he stood.

After all, they were only in this very pleasurable position because he'd obliged her with the same information.

Her hands wound their way around his neck, twirling her finger in the hair at the nape of his neck as she looked up into his eyes, taking great care not to break eye-contact with him as she spoke: "I'm not going anywhere, Chuck. I'm right where I want to be." She smiled shyly, "With you."

"We've been in this situation before, Blair; how do I know you'll still want to be here tomorrow?" He asked, unconvinced before adding, "I guess you could say I'm once bitten, twice shy."

"A simple text message is letting him down easy enough, don't you think? I'll send it in the morning…" she smirked, "Or now, if you wish." Fingers smoothing soft circles over his chest, she tried to smile up at him and choose her words very carefully, "Let's hit the ground together, Bass."

He stared wide-eyed in wonder, gazing into her eyes - seemingly deep in enough to see into her soul - before capturing her mouth with his for a tender kiss.

Pulling away, he smirked and spoke a velvety tone, "As soon as I saw you in that strategically placed nightgown, I knew I'd be taking it off of you tonight."

When his voice ran low and gravelly towards the end of his sentence, a shiver ran through her as she challenged, "Then what the hell are you waiting for, Bass?" She traced his collarbone with impatient fingertips, "I've never known you dawdle after getting me naked."

His hand reached down and grabbed her bottom, pulling her roughly against him, causing her to groan at the friction between her thighs. He whispered, "Oh, we're taking our time our time tonight, Blair. It's been entirely too long since I've been able to get my fill of you."

His mouth crushed hers, their bodies writhing together, and she knew that it wouldn't matter if it took all night. In fact, she might prefer if it did.

When he did finally bury his length deep into the part of her that was aching for him, it was an amazing feeling knowing there was meaning behind it all.

Every touch, every kiss, every thrust of their hips held more emotion then it ever did or could have before.

The difference between having sex with the infamous Chuck Bass and having him making love to you was this…

Finally seeing the heart behind it all.

Looking back on the things I've done, I've been trying to be someone, play my part,

I kept you in the dark… now let me show you the shape of my heart.

A/N: Well, that's all she… erm, I mean, I wrote! I hope you enjoyed the conclusion, even if it was shorter than the first half and long overdue. Please let me know what you thought!