Finally an update! I know there are a few of you who have been waiting for this one. You can all thank my dear Twitter friend, Elizabeth, for it. She requested the update for her birthday which was this past Monday; so a belated happy birthday to her. I was in Italy for ten days in August and used places I had been as the settings for this chapter. It's really just a sweet, fun filler. Hope you all enjoy it. I love hearing from my wonderful readers so please review or reach out via Twitter or Tumblr. ShawnMarieH is my user name. Thank you!
Italy: La Bella Vita
Chuck and Blair had arrived in Tuscany three days earlier. They were ensconced in a private villa just outside the tiny hill town of Pienza. They had taken day trips to Florence and Siena where they shopped, visited museums, piazzas and duomos. They were lazy days. The two of them bundled up wandering through old towns. Eating wonderful meals and drinking some of the best wines. Day three had been spent locally. Carmen and her husband Giovanni, who oversaw their every need at the villa, had arranged for the local shopkeepers to open for them. Now that it was the off season many of them only opened on the weekends or not at all.
Blair was in heaven; purchasing cashmere sweaters, leather gloves and wool blankets as well as locally milled soaps and pecorino cheese. Chuck was content to bask in her happiness.
When they returned home that night Carmen had a beautiful dinner of freshly baked bread and risotto topped with a wonderful ossobuco. Blair had never eaten so much bread in her life and she couldn't be happier about it. It was a rustic meal that satisfied them completely. They ended dinner by sharing a piece of sour cherry crostata made from Carmen's homemade preserved summer harvest. Blair thought she might have died and gone to heaven with the first bite.
Later that night they were curled up in bed, Blair partially atop Chuck with his arms wrapped around her tightly. They had just made love and Chuck was lazily stroking his hands up and down her spine.
Blair sighed contentedly. "I love it here. I don't think I ever wanna leave."
Chuck leaned up kissing the top of her head. He was in awe of her ability to immerse herself into the culture almost immediately. She wasn't antsy or bored in any way. As a matter of fact she seemed completely content with the slower pace. It suited her. He could envision the two of them returning to this beautiful place many times over in the years to come.
"Does this mean you will not accompany me to Rome tomorrow?" Bass had acquired The Hassler Hotel and he was helicoptering to Rome to check in with the renovation plans and to meet the staff. He was hoping she would join him. "You can shop and sightsee while I work and then we could meet for dinner."
She took a deep breath before releasing it slowly. "No," she responded sleepily. "I'm going to stay here. The lady from the ceramics shop is going to have her stock brought in from Orveito for me and Carmen arranged for a masseuse to come here."
He tightened his arms around her. "I'm going to miss you."
Her eyes were completely shut now. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder or so I've heard," she mumbled.
He knew he was losing her to sleep. He reached over turning off the lamp before settling back into his pillow. He lay there for a while thinking about how incredibly lucky he was to have such a remarkable woman as his wife. He would pick her up something special while in the city tomorrow. With that thought he started to drift off to sleep.
Blair awoke the next morning to an empty bed. She was shocked that she hadn't heard Chuck get up. He left a note on his pillow. She read it smiling to herself. He had mentioned how he'd be counting down the minutes until he was back by her side.
She traced her finger over the C he had signed it with before getting up and sliding the note into the novel she was reading. She kept a box at home of love letters and notes that she had received from him throughout the years and this one would be added when they got back to New York. She loved this side of him; the old-fashioned, romantic. It was a side she was sure that no one but her had ever seen and that made her smile. She texted him three words, eight letters as a good morning and headed off to the shower to get ready to head into town.
Blair spent the morning shopping before coming back and having a leisurely lunch. She then had her deep tissue massage which, when finished, left her feeling totally and completely relaxed.
Carmen had brought her some sparkling water with fresh lime as she rested in the solarium while the masseuse packed up his table and things.
Blair took the glass thanking her.
Carmen smiled politely. "Signora, I was thinking a simple pasta dish for dinner this evening. Maybe gnocchi with fresh tomato sauce."
Blair nodded her head. "That sounds wonderful."
Carmen started to turn but stopped and faced Blair once again. "I was wondering if you would like a lesson?"
Blair's forehead wrinkled in confusion for a second. "A lesson?"
Carmen laughed softly. "A cooking lesson. Gnocchi is very simple to make and every good wife should know how to make a good sauce."
Blair thought for a second and decided when in Rome or Tuscany in this case, "You know what?" she took a sip of her water standing up. "I would like that. I am a wife after all."
Carmen smiled brightly. "There is no better way to keep a man happy than with great food."
Blair could think of at least one other way that would be better but she didn't argue. She started to follow the elated housekeeper out of the room. "I'll take a quick shower and meet you in the kitchen."
Carmen nodded as they separated heading in opposite directions down the hallway.
Blair spent two hours in the kitchen with the amazingly talented, Carmen. Blair realized how very much she liked the woman and they bonded quickly. Carmen told her about how she met Giovanni and fell instantly in love. The two of them had only been married a year. She also confided in Blair that she was three and a half months pregnant. As soon as Carmen had told her this Blair thought about the child her and Chuck would one day most certainly have and she smiled softly at the image in her head of a brown haired little boy of their own.
While they cooked Carmen also imparted Italian words of wisdom. Sharing with Blair her secrets to a happy marriage which included how to keep house and make the best meals. Blair didn't have the heart to tell her that that was what she had Dorota for.
They finished just as Chuck was getting ready to land and Blair decided she wanted to be a traditional wife for the night. She pressed a large sum of euros into Carmen's hand telling her to go have dinner in town with her husband. Blair would serve the meal.
Carmen gave her a quick hug thanking her profusely. She told Blair to leave the dinner dishes and she would clear up in the morning.
Blair smiled as she waved her off telling her to have a good night. Then glancing at the clock rushed to their bedroom to change.
By the time Giovanni had driven Chuck back to the villa Blair had the table set, the candles lit and his glass of scotch poured. She heard the door open and rushed down the hall to meet him.
As he straightened up from placing his briefcase on the floor she was on him and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Welcome home," she smiled sweetly at him before kissing him.
Chuck wrapped his arms tightly around her waist holding her close. They only separated when Giovanni entered the hall carrying a very large box.
Chuck released his hold on Blair and turned towards the man. "Can you put that in the bedroom?"
Giovanni nodded, "Of course, Signore." He headed up the stairs with the package.
Blair's curiosity had been peaked. Her keen observation had noticed the black silk ribbon tied around the box; clearly a gift. "What did you get me?"
"That's for later." He leaned forward kissing her lightly on the lips. "Good things come to those who wait." He took her hand placing a kiss to the back of it.
Blair decided to be patient. She started to lead him down the hall and into the living room. "Well, I have surprise for you as well."
He slipped off his jacket and removed his tie unbuttoning the top couple buttons on his shirt. "What's that?"
She went to the bar picking up his glass of single malt bringing it back to him. She sat down next to him on the couch handing him the drink. She tucked her feet under her and turned towards him placing an arm around his shoulders. She trailed her fingers back and forth along his neck above the collar of his shirt.
"Well, after a successful morning of shopping followed by a very relaxing massage I was treated to a cooking lesson by Carmen. So tonight's dinner has been prepared by yours truly." She beamed at him feeling very proud of herself.
Chuck nearly choked on his drink. He coughed lightly and stared at her. "You made dinner?"
She removed her arm from his shoulder and crossed them in front of her. Her eyebrows came together in annoyance. "Don't sound so shocked. It's not like I haven't cooked before. I grew up helping Daddy and every Thanksgiving I make his famous pumpkin pie."
"By make you mean overseeing Dorota and making sure she follows the recipe to the letter." He smirked at her as he took another sip.
She smacked his shoulder playfully. "You're not being very appreciative of the fact that I slaved over a hot stove for you all afternoon."
He set his drink aside and pulled her into his arms. She pretended to resist for a second or two. "You know I didn't marry you for your abilities in the kitchen right? You have so many other charms that I prefer." She rolled her eyes as he placed a kiss to the side of her neck. He trailed his tongue up to her ear where he took the lobe between his teeth and bit down lightly. "Although I will admit that the submissive housewife role is turning me on," he whispered.
His right hand slid under the skirt of her dress and slowly up her thigh as he covered her mouth with his.
Just as he was about to slip a finger under her lace panties she pulled back out of his embrace. "There will be none of that before dinner." She grabbed his arm removing his hand from under her skirt. "I worked too hard today to let the meal be ruined by sex."
She stood up straightening her skirt before literally flouncing out of the room.
Chuck watched her retreating back shocked before mumbling, "So much for submissiveness." Picking up his glass he followed her into the dining room.
They spent dinner discussing Chuck's day and the new hotel. He was so excited to show it to Blair tomorrow on their day trip to Rome. Blair loved his enthusiasm and how much he wanted to share it with her. He wanted her to meet the decorators so she could lend her good eye to the fabric, paint and wallpaper choices and give any thoughts she may have on the overall design idea.
Blair then went on to tell him about Carmen and the stories the housekeeper had shared with her. "She told me every good wife must be able to make an exceptional sauce. Do I pass the test?"
Chuck swallowed his last bite of gnocchi. "With flying colors." He swallowed a large sip of wine. "You are amazing in every way."
"You should count your blessings at having such a talented wife." She smiled at him.
"I do; every day." Suddenly Chuck's features shifted.
Blair reached out taking his hand. "Hey, what's wrong?"
He shook his head forcing a smile. "Nothing."
She squeezed his hand. "Chuck…"
He sighed knowing she wouldn't let it drop. "I was just thinking what might have been if I hadn't deserted you that summer. Where we might be if I had gotten on that stupid flight instead of listening to my father."
"Regret is useless. Our journey is ours and the path it took to get here is the right one. There's a good chance that if you had come to Tuscany then, we wouldn't be here now. We weren't ready." She got up going to stand behind him wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "That being said if you ever stand me up for a bleached blonde architect again I will kill you."
Chuck reached up running his hand along her arm. "She was an interior designer not a…ouch! That hurt."
She had pinched him hard. "I think I've made my point." She released her hold on him as he rubbed the spot between his neck and shoulder that he was sure was going to bruise. She reached out taking his hand. "Now, I want my present."
He stood up tossing his napkin onto the table. "I'm not sure your behavior warrants a present."
She linked her arm through his and laid her head against his shoulder. "I promise to be very good the rest of the night." She lifted her brown eyes up to meet his as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth.
He felt a tightness in his pants and didn't hesitate leading her upstairs.
When they entered the bedroom she rushed to the beautiful beribboned box placed on the padded bench at the foot of their bed. He smiled as she started to pull the ends of the silk ribbon free untying it. He loved how easily she was pleased. He wondered if he would ever tire of seeing her joy at receiving gifts and he knew that he wouldn't. It made him almost as happy as it did her. He loved spoiling her.
She tossed the lid aside and peeled back the tissue paper gasping. "Oh my God, Chuck." She gently lifted up a beautiful brown, sable stole. The collar was run through with a beautiful wide black silk ribbon that tied at the throat. It was stunning. She held it against her cheek feeling the softness of the fur.
She turned to face him. "It is gorgeous."
He cupped her face. "And yet it pales next to your beauty." He kissed her lips. "It's vintage and was reworked by Bertoletti's to make it a bit more modern. Francesco brought over several pieces for me to choose from but the minute I saw this I knew it was yours. You can wear it to the opera tomorrow night."
"Thank you, my darling. It's an absolutely stunning piece." She kissed him. "I'm going to get ready for bed." She tossed the fur onto the bed and headed into the bathroom.
Chuck stood there slightly befuddled. He thought for sure that the opening of the gift would be followed by an hour of mind blowing sex. He glanced towards the partially closed bathroom door. He could hear the water running and knew she was probably washing her face or brushing her teeth.
Sighing he entered the huge walk in closet to change into his pajamas. They had had sex nearly every day, sometimes two or three times a day, since their wedding. He really couldn't complain if she wasn't in the mood tonight.
By the time he entered the bathroom she was screwing the lid back onto her night cream. She smiled at his reflection in the mirror. "It's all yours." Turning around to face him she kissed his cheek before leaving him alone to wash up.
Ten minutes later he was steeling himself before walking out of the bathroom so he wouldn't look too disappointed when she was in bed ready for sleep. He took a deep breath and opened the door. The first thing he noticed was the empty bed. He realized the lights had been dimmed and candles had been lit. The next thing he noticed took his breath away.
Blair was sitting on the chaise in front of the French doors that led out to the balcony. She was wearing the fur stole and from what he could tell very little else. Her legs were crossed along with her hands on the top of her knees.
Her hooded eyes watched him as he came to a stop taking in the sight of her. She slowly stood up. "I thought I should try on my gift to make sure it looked all right. What do you think?"
He looked her over from the bow tied at her throat, down the front to where it ended just above, what he presumed was the only other piece of clothing she was wearing, a very sheer pair of panties and back up to her flushed face.
He nodded his head slowly as he made a motion with his hand for her to turn around.
She did so showing him the back. She glanced at him over her shoulder pushing her bottom out a bit. She knew how much he adored her ass.
"So? What do you think?" She turned back around and as she did the stole swung out a little giving him a quick peek of the bare, ivory skin beneath.
He was on her in a second lifting her up. She squealed as her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs hooked around his waist. Kissing her neck he whispered, "I think you look fucking irresistible."
He devoured her mouth as he carried her to the bed and carefully laid her back onto it. He continued kissing her as he ran his hand along her bare right leg removing it from his waist before doing the same with the other.
He then pulled away from her. Kneeling between her spread legs he reached down and untied the ribbon holding the stole together. He pushed aside the fur laying it open. He had been right; she was wearing absolutely nothing beneath it except for the sheer panties.
The stole was lined in an ice blue silk and the contrast of it against her dark hair and ivory skin was breathtaking. He continued to stare at her as he grabbed an ankle in each hand and brought her legs together in midair. He then grabbed her panties removing them slowly from her body. He tossed them aside.
Blair didn't move an inch. He ran his hands along her legs from her outer thighs back up to her ankles where he once again took them in hand spreading her wide open to him. He leaned over kissing her. He started at her lips and made his way down her body until he came to her hot, wet core. He ran his tongue along her center.
She panted as she raised her hips a little. He bit down lightly on her clit and she gasped. "Chuck, please," her fingers shoved into his hair pulling hard, "fuck me, please."
Never one to deny her anything, he sat up quickly removing his pajamas. He pushed her legs up and even further apart before burying himself deep inside her.
He was so turned on that he knew he wasn't going to last long. He stared down at her as he continued to pound into her. Her head was turned to the side with her cheek against the fur collar of the stole. Her lips were slightly parted and she was panting softly. Seeing her so wanton pushed him over the edge; there was no holding back.
Round two would last longer and it did.
"I think I've turned into a nymphomaniac," she mumbled against his bare chest an hour later.
He chuckled softly before pulling her up his body. He kissed her. "Then my work here is done."
She shook her head. "I'm serious, Chuck. We literally just finished having sex for the second time and I feel like I could do it again. What is wrong with me?"
He shoved his hands into her hair holding her face. "There's nothing wrong with you, Blair. You're a woman in love with her husband. It's a good thing." He pulled her down for another kiss. "But if we're having another go I may need a few minutes to regain my strength."
"Oh really?" She raised her eyebrows at him. "The great Chuck Bass is incapable of a third go around?" She raised herself up straddling his hips. She slowly began to grind her still wet center against him. "Don't worry I'll do all the work this time."
He reached out cupping her breast, tugging on the erect nipple. He was only too happy to lay back and enjoy the ride.
It was their last full day in Italy before leaving for Marrakech in the morning. They had spent the past hour shopping and were in Dior which was the last stop on the Via Condotti before heading to lunch.
Blair stepped out of the dressing room wearing a gorgeous slip of a dress in a shimmery silver silk. Chuck nodded his head in approval before standing up and kissing her.
"You look gorgeous. You should wear it tonight." He looked her over once more.
"I think I will." She turned to the saleslady. "I'll need the appropriate undergarments."
The woman nodded. "Of course, Signora, we'll have everything sent over to your hotel."
Blair turned back to Chuck and kissed him again. "I'll change and be right out."
He picked up his glass of champagne draining it before setting it back down. "I'll pay and make the delivery arrangements."
He left her there and headed to the front to take care of everything. Blair joined him five minutes later. He was just sliding his wallet back into his coat pocket.
He smiled at her as he held her coat open for her. She slid into it giving him a kiss before taking his hand. They thanked the salesladies and walked out hand in hand. As they left they overheard the women say something about what a beautiful couple they were.
The Hassler Hotel was at the top of the Spanish Steps which were across the street from Dior. They walked up hand in hand. Once they were at the top they stopped turning around to take in the gorgeous view.
"It really is a beautiful city," Blair said as she pulled the collar of her coat tighter around her throat.
Chuck tightened his arm around her waist. "I'm happy to be here with you." He kissed her temple. "C'mon, I want to show you the hotel. Besides the views from the penthouse are a hundred times better than this."
He led her the short distance to the front doors of the hotel. The doorman immediately greeted them by name and showed them directly to the hotel manager who explained that their luggage was already delivered and upstairs. He then asked if they would like to freshen up before lunch and when they said yes he took them to the private elevator that would take them to the penthouse on the eighth floor.
They minute the doors opened Blair was in heaven. It was one of the most gorgeous hotel suites she had ever seen. Everything about it was exquisite; from the furnishings and fabrics to the grand piano and views. She was practically speechless.
She went out onto one of the two marble balconies and took in the breathtaking site of Rome laid out before her.
Chuck came up behind her wrapping his arms tightly around her. "It's beautiful isn't it?"
She shook her head slightly. "Beautiful isn't enough. This is beyond words."
Chuck smirked against her neck before kissing her soft skin. "Blair Bass is impressed. It must be good."
She turned in his arms. "It's amazing. You did good with this one."
His smile fell and a serious look crossed his face. Nothing meant more to him than her approval and having it was everything to him. "Thank you for that. If you hadn't liked it I would've sold it immediately."
She cupped his cheeks. "Don't you dare. I plan on staying here every time I'm in Rome."
"I'll rename it the Blair Waldorf Bass Penthouse." He started to kiss her. "Now if it were warmer out we'd christen it right here on the balcony with all of Rome at our feet but unfortunately it's not so the master bedroom will have to do." He took her hand leading her inside.
"But which one will we use?" she asked. There were two to choose from.
He guided her through the living room to the right and down the hall. "Both." He pulled her into the first master suite kissing her as he kicked the door closed. "We'll start here and move on to the other."
And they did just that.
Chuck, who had just stepped out of the shower, exited the bathroom to find his wife surrounded by the remnants of their morning shopping trip. She was mumbling under her breath as she shook tissue paper and turned out boxes. He heard a breathless "idiots" and watched as she tossed aside another box.
"Blair, what are you looking for?" He was staring at her, hair damp and towel wrapped around his waist.
She looked up at him from her spot on the floor. "I swear those salesladies are the most incapable human beings in the world. They didn't send over the undergarments I need to wear with the new dress." She sighed dramatically tossing aside a lace corset from La Perla. "Now I either have to wait for them to send over what I need, which we don't have time for, or wear something different. And I had my heart set on that dress." She stood up blowing a curl from her forehead. "I'm going to call over there and give them a piece of my mind."
She reached for the phone. Chuck grabbed the receiver and hung it up before she could dial. She gave him a confused look. "What are you doing?"
"There are no undergarments because I told them you didn't need them."
"What? Why would you do that?" She held up her hands in total exasperation.
"Because I don't want you wearing them." He stared at her intently waiting for her to connect the dots.
Suddenly she got it. "Have you lost your mind? I cannot wear that dress with nothing underneath it."
He placed his hands on her waist. "Yes you can." He pulled her flush against him. "Please, do it for me."
He gave her that look that always sent her stomach tumbling. "Chuck…"
He pulled on the tie of her robe loosening it. "Get dressed or we'll be late for dinner." His hand slipped inside the now slightly parted robe and he cupped her breast as he kissed her. He then turned and headed into the closet and dressing room.
Blair stood there in complete shock staring after her husband. She glanced at the dress hanging from the full length mirror. She couldn't, could she?
It turned out that she could and now Chuck was paying the price. From the moment he stepped out of the dressing room to find her standing there in the dress, her heels and nothing else he had been in a constant state of arousal. She looked amazing. He had wrapped his arms around her whispering that maybe they should just stay in instead. She laughed softly telling him absolutely not and practically dragged him from the room.
They had a wonderful dinner and were now walking into the opera house when Chuck realized there wasn't a man inside that wasn't watching his wife. When she removed her fur at coat check the Italian man, standing behind them, actually whispered "bel culo" to his buddy next to him. Chuck knew enough inappropriate Italian to know he was talking about her ass. Chuck turned around to glare at the man who was staring at Blair's pert bottom.
The man's friend elbowed him and he glanced at Chuck shrugging realizing the American had understood him.
Chuck put his arm around her waist and pulled her close as she handed her stole to the coat check lady. He took the ticket sliding it into his pocket. Then he kissed her temple as they turned to walk away. The two Italian men stared after them.
As they walked to the bar to get a glass of champagne Chuck noticed a lot of men and more than a few women were watching her. He knew the women were jealous wishing they could look like her and the men were wishing they could have her. The entire scene was turning him on immensely. Everyone wanted her but he was the one she was going home with tonight.
They sipped their champagne while Blair chatted about Morocco. She was so excited to go but sad to leave this beautiful country. Chuck chimed in occasionally as he continued to sip his champagne.
"Buonasera." They were interrupted by a very handsome Italian gentleman. He smiled at Blair looking her over appreciatively.
Blair smiled sweetly back at him and responded, "Buonasera." She picked up her glass taking a sip as she watched him walk away. She turned to Chuck shrugging her shoulders slightly. "I have to admit while I was skeptical at first about being," she leaned closer to him and whispered, "sans underwear, I am rather enjoying the freedom and the attention." She raised her eyebrows at him.
Chuck's jaw clenched as he forced a smile trying to reign in his libido. What he really wanted to do was pull her into the ladies lounge and fuck her senseless.
She reached out rubbing his arm. "What's wrong?"
He put an arm around her pulling her close and lowered his voice. "What's wrong is that every man we've encountered tonight wants to fuck my wife."
Her brow crinkled. "Don't be vulgar."
"It's true. I know what men think about when they see a woman as sexy as you are. They only have one thing on their minds."
She smiled up at him coyly as she leaned in even closer. Her hand came up to toy with the buttons on his shirt. "You used to love that. Every man wanting what you have. Remember that time in Amsterdam? You were so turned on you took me down that alley and f…"
"I remember it well, Blair." He felt an even stronger tightening in his groin at the memory.
The lights flashed signaling the five minute warning. She kissed him softly on the lips. "We should take our seats."
He took her hand and they headed to their private box. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the next three hours.
It wasn't even halfway through the first act and Chuck was done. He couldn't concentrate on anything but Blair. His arm was wrapped around the back of her chair and his fingers were stroking along her bare upper arm. Blair on the other hand was completely captivated by the scenes playing out before her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her and she couldn't take hers off the stage.
He leaned into her kissing her shoulder. He whispered against her ear, "Let's get out of here."
Blair looked at him confused. "What?" She realized he was serious. "We haven't even gotten through the first act yet. You're not enjoying it?"
He shook his head. "No."
She rested her hand on his thigh giving it a squeeze. "Give it till intermission," she whispered. She turned her attention back to the stage as she absentmindedly rubbed her hand along his thigh.
Chuck clenched his jaw knowing he couldn't wait till intermission. He decided that drastic measures needed to be taken.
He tightened his arm around her shoulders and pulled her a bit closer to him. Blair oblivious of his intentions leaned into him. Chuck moved his free hand to her crossed legs resting it on top of her knee. Blair, once again engrossed in the scene playing out before, her didn't even register that his hand was slowly sliding under the hem of her dress.
Chuck slid his hand a bit higher before returning to her knee. He gave it a squeeze and she finally looked at him.
Immediately she noticed the desire in his eyes. She felt his hand uncross her legs and then his fingers pushing against her thighs opening them a bit.
"What are you doing?" She tried to close her legs but he stopped her.
"I can't wait till intermission," he whispered against her ear as his hand slid higher.
"Stop it. Someone…" her breath hitched as his fingers reached their destination.
Chuck noticed her nipples straining against the silk of her dress. He leaned into her, pressing his lips against ear again. "I would love to fuck you right here, right now. Let everyone watch as I pound into you." He shoved a finger inside her as he bit down on her earlobe.
Her eyes fluttered shut as he added a second finger. She bit down on her bottom lip, the opera completely forgotten at this point.
He pulled her in for a kiss. "Let's go." He removed his hand from between her thighs. "I don't want to spend my last hours in Italy sharing you with all of Rome." He stood up reaching out for her hand.
When she stood she felt a bit unsteady. He pulled her arm through his to give her support and they rushed out of the box and down through the main hall stopping at coat check to pick up their coats.
The coat check lady returned with their coats laying them on the counter. She smiled at the two of them. "Was the opera not to your liking?"
Chuck wrapped Blair's stole around her shoulders before picking up his wool coat and slipping it on. He pulled out fifty euros handing them to her. "My wife is unwell. She was suddenly overcome with fever."
The woman glanced at Blair. Her cheeks were a bit flushed. "Feel better, Signora."
Blair took Chuck's hand. "Grazie."
They rushed out of the opera house and straight into their waiting car. The driver had barely shut the door before Blair was on him. She most definitely had a fever and Chuck Bass was the only cure.
A/N I know there will be some anti-fur people who read this but please know I am not one of them. This was a vintage stole and I believe Blair, especially being in fashion, wouldn't have a problem wearing it. I have two pieces, a coat and a mink stole, that belonged to my Grandmother. I love them. They are already made so why shouldn't I enjoy them. Hopefully no one is too offended.