Chapter 2

"Chuck?"

Light steam clouded her view slightly but his outline was unmistakable. Dark hair led to a muscular neck and broad shoulders. Her eyes drifted down his scrumptious back. She felt as though her legs were going to fail her.

He was already turning around at hearing her voice. She appeared slightly flustered from her exercise and perhaps also by his much unexpected presence.

He quickly closed the space between them, trapping her against the frosted glass of the door with his left hand on her waist and finding the lock with his right.

"Chuck! What are you..." He finished her sentence by placing his mouth gently over hers, his lips holding on softly to her own.

Her previously weakened legs found energy instantly at this connection. The butterflies turned to hungry vultures and she deepened the kiss and delved her tongue into his warm mouth, unable to show the same amount of control as he. "Too..." kiss "many..." kiss "clothes..." he responded after a few seconds and without breaking their connection.

Her vest was becoming damp from the moisture in the room and her leggings perhaps more for other reasons. He peeled the vest over her head whilst expertly unhooking her bra. He let both fall to the floor. He yanked her colourful leggings from her body, desperate for the pinkness waiting underneath.

"My my", he whispered, "Blair the secret ballerina?" She had feared this moment since noticing the gold letters but he continued only by offering an intense kiss of his own. "I'm sorry, I..." she began, pulling away but not knowing how she would end the sentence. "Later Waldorf..." He cut her off. "...It's been too long". He had sensed the worry in her few words. He pulled her towards the falling water. "Are you ready for a less innocent kind of workout?" "Yes" she managed to stutter.

She was losing the ability to talk, see or think as he ran his hands over her body and kissed and nipped his way down her neck and shoulder bone and further still. Now that they were completely soaking, her curls hung over her chest. He swept them aside before running his finger tips around one nipple as his other hand pulled her even closer by her bottom. She felt his hardness pushing into her tummy as his lips began to worship her breasts.

She breathed in the small amount of scent that remained on him. She had felt lost in the week as his smell had gradually faded from their bedsheets at home. Her eyes had watered last night when she had missed his return due to a Waldforf Designs shoot in Miami. She had spent the night in a hotel alone instead of a night reunited with her love, her King. She had returned to the city this morning but had sensed his concern over the build up of work in his absence at Bass Industries and had chosen to let him focus and surprise him tonight instead.

She was blown from her thoughts as he dropped to his knees and parted her legs slightly. His fingers softly tickled around her hips and the soft flesh beneath her naval whilst his mouth began to explore her intimately. He began with a minute of soft kisses that quickly made her relax and stop thinking about how she would explain her "new" hobby. He started poking and flicking her with the tip of his tongue. One hand moved down and began stroking the delicate skin behind her opening and occasionally drifted further back to other highly sensitive parts. The sound of the water was probably enough to mask her gasps and moans but neither of them gave a thought to the world beyond the glass door.

Her knees began to tighten, she caught her breath quickly and flexed closer towards his mouth. They both knew what this meant. He wrapped one strong arm around her thigh to support her. He knew too well how her body would react. His tongue continued to work as he stared up at her in awe and plunged two fingers into her warm centre making her lose control. He held her tightly, watching any tension break out of her and feeling so relieved to be home.

Reasserting herself from the blissful haze, she grabbed the hair on the top of his head and pulled, giving him no choice but to rise upwards. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and groaned deeply. He let her swap their places with him now against the wall. He felt light headed as she worked her way down his chest and stomach. Her mouth connected with his tip and she sunk him into her mouth and throat. He couldn't wait any longer. "Blair.." he rasped, almost apologetically as he pulled her up and stepped aside to pin her front first against the wall.

She squealed as the cold marble surface connected with her body. This time she parted her legs for him and tilted her pelvis up slightly. Gripping her hips he drove into her, both of them exhaling instantly. She raised her arms higher, scraping her hands against the wall in an attempt to grip and offer some resistance to his hard pounding. "Did you miss this?" She asked with a mocking innocence. "I missed everything about you" he responded with an air of desperation. "I thought you might have forgotten our moment by the fountain when you mis-named me just now. I've been Mrs Bass a good few months, Mr Bass!" She knew which buttons to push. Chuck groaned. "Say it again Blair, tell me your name". His thrusts became even more urgent. "I am and...always...will be...a ..Bass!" she stuttered as she exploded again around him. He felt her tighten deliciously and hooked his arms under hers and onto the front of her shoulders. He pulled her back to claim her neck with his mouth as he got his release.

Attempting to recover and breathe, he withdrew slowly and turned her around. Forehead to forehead, they gazed at each other. He smiled his real smile, the one that few, if any, other people ever saw. "I miss you so much every time I have to leave you Blair". He began to lightly kiss as many points on her face as he could, claiming her after his absence but also looking for answers. He felt like he'd stumbled upon something she didn't want him to find at that afternoon. "Are you ok?" he spoke quietly. "I am now" she said, snuggling into his chest and holding him tightly, regretting any time they had ever spent apart.