Blair is sick. Chuck returns home to take care of his angel.
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It was cold. Freezing cold. Blair wrapped herself tightly in her many blankets on her bed, burying herself deep within the warmth of her covers. But nothing helped. She still shivered relentlessly. Her head was throbbing too, as if someone was not so nicely playing the drums inside her head. And her throat was burning. She actually thought there might be hot lava trickling down her throat. She rolled over and reached her weak arm out for her phone and then pressing the speed dial button as hard as she could.
"Chuck." Her voice sounded raspy even to her own ears.
"What's wrong?" He immediately asked.
"I don't feel so good." She whispered into the phone. Talking was too painful she decided.
"What's wrong?" He asked again.
"Everything." She paused briefly. "Can you come home?" He was suddenly very worried. Blair never asked him to leave work.
"I'll be home in 10," he said. He heard her quiet sigh of gratitude. "Don't worry. I love you," he added. Blair hung up the phone and nuzzled her head into her pillow, desperate to minimize the pounding. The next thing she knew, she felt a cool hand graze her forehead. Squinting her eyes, she looked up into the worried face of Chuck Bass.
"Hey," he murmured. She tried to smile in response, but could barely muster a slight upturn of her lips. He kissed her burning forehead lightly. "Looks like you're sick."
"mmm," she responded. "I'm cold." He grazed his fingertips across her cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off her body. "That feels nice," she whispered.
"Think you could manage a shower?" He asked.
"Too cold."
"The warm water might feel good." She nodded in acceptance, and he pulled back the covers slightly from her body. She shivered.
"Ok, let me, um," and he pulled her into a sitting position. She slumped forward into his body, unable to hold herself up. "I'm gonna pick you up, ok?" She nodded. Lifting her delicate frame into his arms, he carried her into the bathroom. He peeled back each layer of clothing from her body until she was standing against him in nothing but her bra and panties.
"Cold," she whispered against his neck.
"Not for long." He looked into her eyes. "I promise." He turned the hot water on and the bathroom immediately began to steam up. "Can you sit for a moment?" He asked, placing her gently on top of the toilet seat. He stripped his clothing off and then gently picked her back up into his arms. They both now stood underneath the hot water of the shower. He kissed her wet cheek and began to gently massage her body with a soapy washcloth.
"Let's clean you up," he whispered. He traced his hands up and down her bare back, around the bas e of her neck, down her arms. Placing a soft kiss against her temple, he let the hot water rinse down her body.
"Thanks Chuck," she said hoarsely.
"Anything for you." He smiled.
"I'm so tired," she said, closing her eyes.
"Ok," he murmured. "Let's get you back into bed."
"mmhmm ok." He turned the water off and wrapped her body in a large fluffy towel. Her eyes were closed now and he could hear her breathing begin to slow.
"Don't fall asleep yet," he said. She mumbled something. He chuckled softly. Even sick, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair only added to her beauty. Laying her down on the bed, he gathered as many articles of warm clothing that he could find; a bunch of sweaters, some sweatpants, socks. Gently, he guided the pieces of clothing over her naked figure.
"That feels nice," she mumbled. He bent down and lightly brushed his lips against hers.
"No, don't." She protested weakly. "You'll get sick too." He chuckled.
"I couldn't help myself." She laughed weakly at that and tried to reach her hand up to touch his face.
"I love your lips," she sighed.
"I love you," he replied. "But now," he placed her under the covers, "it's time to sleep."
"Will you stay?" She whispered.
"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." He crawled under the covers with her, pressing her still overheated body against his own. He felt her move her legs between his and he pulled her body even closer. Kissing the side of her neck softly, he said "get some sleep. When you wake up I'll be right here."
"mmm loveyou," she muttered. He watched her eyes fluttered shut. He ran a finger down the side of her face and again marveled at how beautiful she was in this pure form, makeup-less and utterly defenseless. He felt her breathing steady and he relaxed a bit knowing she was safe in his arms. Her steady breathes then lulled him to sleep too, entangled in each other's bodies.
