A/N: For the record, it has almost been a year since A Week In The Hamptons. This chapter is rated M. You have been warned. Please leave me with a review.

Thursday

"Will you stop eating off of my plate Waldorf?" Chuck asked in a teasing manner as Blair reached over to steal another piece of bacon.

"What? You thought you could exhaust me last night and not feed me in the morning Bass?" she shot back, a naughty twinkle in her eye.

Chuck smirked and replied, "Were the strawberries not filling enough for you sweetheart?"

"Nope," she answered easily as she took a bite of his pancake. "Besides, the wedding is on Sunday. The moment we're pronounced as husband and wife, what is yours is mine and what is mine is mine Bass."

Chuck laughed at her logic as Blair batted her eyelashes at him, feigning complete innocence.

"Whatever it takes for you to walk down that aisle on Sunday Waldorf," he told her.

Blair smiled in response and he could only stare in wonderment at how genuine that smile was. His heart melted at the knowledge that he was the one responsible for her happiness.

"You two nauseate me," Serena announced as she reached over to steal a piece of bacon from Nate.

Nate was about to protest when he caught on to what Serena was trying to do and naturally, went along with it.

"Will you stop eating off of my plate van der Woodsen?" he teased.

"What? You though you could exhaust me last night and not feed me in the morning Archibald?" Serena responded, raising an eyebrow as Blair had moments earlier.

"Jealous much S?" Blair scoffed in as an affectionate manner as possible.

"Very," the blond drawled sarcastically as she continued to poke at her food.

"We should probably sort out what we're going to do today in preparation for the wedding," Nate suggested as he took another sip of his orange juice.

"Well, the first thing we need to do today is pick up our marriage licenses for the wedding rehearsal," Blair informed everyone.

"I did that first thing this morning," Nate bragged, puffing out his chest slightly as he made his confession.

Serena beamed at him proudly as did Blair.

Chuck merely rolled his eyes and commented, "What an achievement."

Blair slapped him lightly on the shoulder and sent a warning glare in his direction.

"At least Nate is on top of the wedding," she enlightened him.

"I am completely on top of this wedding Waldorf," Chuck retorted.

He looked slightly offended that Blair had thought otherwise and Nate and Serena exchanged nervous glances with one another. One wrong move and one or both ticking time bombs were bound to explode.

"Oh yeah?" Blair shot back. "How so Bass?"

As if to answer her question, his limo immediately pulled up to the curb in front of the restaurant. Blair raised an eyebrow at him questioningly and he smirked at the confused expression on her pristine face. She looked absolutely adorable when she was confused.

"Last night, I took the liberty of writing our collective thank you speech for the rehearsal dinner this Saturday," Chuck started to explain.

"You did not," Blair countered. "I was with you all night Bass."

"Believe me babe," he said, winking in her direction. "I wrote that thank you speech last night. You feel asleep between rounds three and four, remember?"

Blair pursed her lips in thought, hoping to refute his accusation, only to blush furiously when she realized that he was right. She had fallen asleep then. It was the actual memories of rounds three and four though that had her coated in a shade of crimson red from head to toe.

"I remember," she managed to choke out as she tucked a stray chocolate curl behind her ear. "Where are we going now then?"

"I thought the four of us could embark on our thank you gifts shopping spree today," he told her. "We need them for the rehearsal dinner and we both know how much you love to shop anyway."

"Great!" Serena exclaimed. "I was hoping for a day of relaxation! Nothing de-stresses you like a thank you gifts shopping spree!"

"That's because you won't be the one holding all of the shopping bags," Nate whined, running a hand through his tousled hair.

Serena pouted at him and what little resolve Nate had had to begin with disappeared almost immediately.

"Fine," the blond muttered as he slid into the limo.

Serena stepped in after him with an excited squeal.

"I guess I was wrong Chuck," Blair apologized before she too slid onto the leather seats. "You really are on top of this wedding."

Chuck smirked at her apology as he took a seat next to his fiancée and whispered into her ear, "You really hurt my feelings baby, but don't worry about it. You will have plenty of opportunities to make it up to me today."

Blair blushed at his words and the familiar feeling of his hot breath on her ear as the memories of their public escapades came back to cloud her mind all at once. The one with her up against the change room wall in the lingerie department left her particularly hot and bothered. Damn that motherchucker! It was then that Nate witnessed her evidently flushed appearance and requested for the driver to turn up the air conditioning in the back of the limo only to elicit a throaty chuckle from none other than the devil himself.

"B, will you please stop taking calls?" Serena begged her best friend as she held out the embroidered thongs for her final approval.

The girls had ultimately decided to purchase personalized embroidered thongs for each of their bridesmaids. Blair shushed the blond and flipped open her persistent cell phone anyway.

"Hello?" she spoke into her phone.

"Taylor here," the wedding planner informed her. "I'm sorry for interrupting your thank you gifts shopping spree, but I wanted to let you know that I have confirmed the reservations for the rehearsal dinner on Saturday and I went ahead and hired Christian to be the new photographer for the double wedding."

"Christian was my third choice Taylor," Blair reminded her. "Is Ian unavailable on Sunday?"

"He isn't unavailable per se," Taylor answered hesitantly.

There was a hitched pause after her words and Blair knew her wedding planner was undoubtedly withholding some important information from her.

"Taylor," she warned her, tapping her foot impatiently against the carpeted flooring of the lingerie department.

"Mr. Bass called me last night and demanded that I hire Christian instead," Taylor revealed after a few moments of consideration. "I am terribly sorry Miss Waldorf, but he was threatening me with my career. I hope you understand."

Blair felt the anger welling up inside of her. Oh she understood alright! Damn that motherchucker!

"I understand Taylor," Blair spat, failing to hide the air of contempt in her voice. "And I hope you understand that I need to hang up on you right now because I have a certain Bass to catch and grill."

Taylor let out a hearty laugh on the other end of the line as the brunette threw her cell phone back into her purse.

"Oh thank goodness!" Serena exclaimed as Blair swiveled around to face her once more. "Are these to your liking your highness?"

Blair scrutinized the embroidered thongs the blond held in her hands for a brief moment before nodding her head in approval. She then scanned the department for her fiancé only to find him browsing through a selection of lingerie near the change rooms. She stalked over to him immediately and was fully prepared to give him hell for being such an ass.

"Chuck Bass!" she shouted as she approached her fiancé.

Chuck whirled around and couldn't help but cringe at the sight of his future wife as beautiful as she was. She looked completely furious with him and he knew he was in for it.

"How could you?" she asked, hitting him on the head with her purse. "You knew Ian was my second choice!"

Chuck put his hands over his head to shield himself from her continuous beatings. Her purse had buckles for crying out loud!

"Stop hitting me Waldorf!" he shouted as he grabbed her wrists. "Let me explain!"

She glared at him for good measure, but allowed him to drag her into one of the change rooms.

He closed the door behind him as Blair spat, "Will you stop being so insecure? Ian asked me out almost half a year ago!"

Chuck scoffed at the reminder.

"He still wants you," Chuck told her. "Ian is a complete asshole Blair."

"Ha!" Blair shot back. "From what I recall, Ian was in complete understanding when I told him I already had a boyfriend. We stayed friends. You're the complete asshole here!"

"He still wants you," Chuck repeated, crossing his arms across his chest. "I heard him say so himself."

"Oh really?" Blair challenged, crossing her arms across her chest in defiance as well.

"He drunk dialed you last night Blair," Chuck explained. "The buffoon begged you to hire him to be the photographer at our wedding and then proceeded to confess his undying love for you."

"Regardless of the fact that he still wants me, I love his work," Blair retorted. "And when did he call exactly? Was it between rounds three and four again when I was asleep Chuck? You seem to have gotten a lot done during that short period of time."

The brunette smirked and took a step towards her before shoving her hard against the wall and pinning her hands over her head.

"Actually darling," he drawled as he kissed the nape of her neck. "It was between rounds seven and eight when you were once again asleep Blair."

"I hate you," she seethed as she felt her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"Sure you do Waldorf," he murmured against her ivory skin as he took one of her pert nipples in his warm mouth.

He flicked his tongue against her sensitive skin and Blair moaned as he continued to knead her other breast expertly in his right hand. He then trailed the same hand down the length of her body until he reached the lace of her panties. He tore them off of her in one swift motion and Blair hissed at the sensation of the fabric being ripped from her heated core.

He took a finger and ran it along her slick folds before announcing, "You are so wet and ready for me baby."

She purred in agreement as he plunged his finger into her without warning, her breast still in his welcoming mouth.

"Chuck," she moaned. "I love you."

His smirked at her quick change of heart and kissed his way to her inner thigh where he replaced his finger immediately with his parted lips. Blair cried out in pleasure as he teased her, his tongue darting in and out of her wet mound in an unpredictable rhythm.

"Chuck," she moaned once more as she threaded her hands through his hair in an effort to pull him even closer to where she needed him the most. "I need you."

Upon hearing those words, he delved his tongue deeper still into her center and Blair screamed his name in satisfaction as her orgasm washed over her. He licked her clean before kissing his way back up to her mouth.

"You need to be quieter Waldorf," he told her as his clothes hit the floor of the change room.

He pinned her against the wall again and she wrapped her legs compliantly around his waist in response. Chuck nibbled on her neck and she cocked her head to the side to expose more of the desired flesh. He groaned when her tiny hand snaked itself between them to take a hold of his hardened dick. She jerked him once and then twice before he took matters into his own hands. Blair wrapped her slender arms around his neck as he teased her opening with the tip of his cock.

"Tell me you want this baby," he whispered into her ear.

"I want this Chuck," she moaned as she thrust her hips upwards in a failed attempt to deepen his intrusion.

Chuck smirked against her ear at her impatience and continued to graze her entrance at a tantalizingly slow pace.

"Tell me how much you want this baby," he murmured against her flaming skin.

"Chuck," she protested as she felt a familiar fire ignite within her. "Please."

He stopped in his movements and demanded for a second time, "Tell me how much you want this Blair."

She knew what he wanted to hear, but hesitated in her words. He thrust himself into her fully at her hesitation and she gasped at the feel of him inside her.

"I want this more than I want Ian to be the photographer at our wedding," she spat as a satisfied sneer crept across his face. "Damn it Chuck! Will you please fuck me already?"

"Only because you asked me so nicely Waldorf," he responded as he began to propel himself in and out of her in a steady rhythm.

"Faster Chuck," she begged as she dug her nails into his scalp.

He complied with her request and quickened his pace as he melded his lips with her own to swallow her final, riveting screams. He pulled himself out of her slowly as the remains of their lovemaking trickled down her delicate thighs. He kissed her lightly on the shoulder before setting her back down on her feet.

"I love you Blair," he reminded her. "As long as hiring Ian will make you happy, you can call Taylor and let her know that we'll be hiring him instead. I let my jealousy get the better of me and I'm sorry. The sex was amazing though, right?"

He picked his clothes up from off of the floor and was about to slip on his boxers when Blair grabbed a hold of his wrist to stop him.

"Ian who?" Blair questioned, her eyes wide with fake innocence. "And yes, the sex was amazing."

Chuck smiled at her response to his apology and watched in utter surprise as she pushed him back seductively onto the leather chair at the corner of the change room. She mounted him without warning and smirked in amusement at the sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his head as a subtle moan escaped from her own ruby lips.

"Faster Chuck," she heard Blair demand.

Serena crinkled her nose in disgust over the activity the brunettes were clearly currently engaged in, while Nate continued to observe the sales associate intently as she rang up their purchases.

"Do you not hear them Nate?" she asked him incredulously.

"Oh I hear them," he informed her. "I'm just trying to block out the noise by concentrating on the purchases this lovely sales associate is ringing up for us here."

Serena covered her ears in mock pain as she heard another muffled scream coming from the change rooms. The sales associate smiled politely at the blonds, although she too was mortified at what was going on behind her. The manager, however, had insisted that the staff keep working as per usual as he closed off the lingerie department to all other customers. The last manager that had dared to ask Mr. Bass and the future Mrs. Bass to seize their activities had vanished the very next day without so much as an explanation and this was no exaggeration. Rumor had it that said manager had fled to Canada in fear for his life.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief when the illustrative noises had finally stopped only to groan in frustration as the very same sounds started up again from behind them mere seconds later. Serena pursed her lips and marched over to the change rooms, a storm brewing in her eyes. One round was more than enough! At this rate, her ears would start bleeding in the next two minutes!

"Chuck! Blair!" she shouted as she banged her fist against the only locked wooden door in the row. "That's enough! We are leaving now!"

"We're not ready to go yet sis," Chuck managed to choke out.

"Oh my fucking God!" Blair screamed as he thrust into her one last time.

"Shit Blair!" he shouted at the same time as she collapsed against his heaving chest.

"Gross!" Serena commented as she backed away from the barrier.

Chuck and Blair walked out hand in hand moments later and were thankfully fully dressed. They both looked so absolutely flawless that even Serena began to doubt whether she had actually heard them having sex mere seconds earlier or not. The only proof that she had not been hearing things was the relieved look on everyone's faces, which frankly, mirrored her own. One of the sales associates that had taken extreme measures to block out the sounds of their lovemaking even pulled out her earplugs with a silent thank you to the heavens upon seeing the couple leave the change room. The manager thanked the non-judging breakfast club for their purchases as they headed down the escalators before turning around to order his newest employee to sterilize the change room immediately. Those at the bottom of the food chain were always stuck with the dirty work.

The last thing the foursome heard before they were out of eavesdropping range was, "I quit! I don't get paid enough for this shit!"

Chuck smirked as Blair giggled and Nate and Serena could only shake their heads in disapproval at their best friends for their inappropriate behaviour.

"Now that was exhausting," Serena giggled as she cuddled up closer to her fiancé.

Nate nuzzled his nose against her hair and murmured in undecipherable agreement.

"Carter called while you were in the shower by the way," Nate told her. "Should I be concerned?"

She froze upon hearing him mention Carter's name, but kissed him gently on the lips to reassure him of the situation.

"Not at all sweetheart," she told him.

"He's helping you find your father, isn't he?" Nate asked in return.

Serena turned to look at him in complete shock and questioned in wonderment, "How did you find out about that?"

Nate chuckled and propped his head up with his right arm, staring at her attentively.

"Lucky guess?" he offered, taking a lock of her golden hair in his hands.

"Try again Nate," she demanded sternly.

The look in her eyes was evidence enough that she meant business.

"Alright," Nate confessed, his head falling back onto his pillow in defeat. "I may have overheard you talking on the phone with him about it the other day."

Serena bit her lip and said, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you Nate. I just..."

"I know Serena," Nate interrupted her apology. "You've always wanted your father to walk you down the aisle on your wedding day. I've been trying to track him down for you as well whatever that's worth, but I'm just not quite as connected as Carter is."

Serena lifted his chin upwards lightly with her finger, forcing him to look at her.

"Let me decide what that's worth Nate," she whispered. "It means the world to me that you even tried. I love you. You know that, right?"

He nodded as he smiled happily at her words and returned the sentiment almost immediately.

"I love you too Serena," he murmured against her soft lips. "Why don't you give Carter a call right now? He might have some good news to share with you."

"Thank you," Serena said gratefully as she grabbed her nightgown up off the floor and slipped it over her head.

She then grabbed her phone from the side table and made her way into the bathroom, closing the wooden door halfway to allow herself some privacy. The phone rang six times before Carter finally picked up on his end of the line.

"Hello? Serena?" Carter wondered.

"Yeah, you called?" she reminded him, holding her breath in anticipation over what he had to tell her.

"I found him in Fiji," he stated simply.

"You did?" Serena asked him cautiously, praying that this wasn't merely a dream.

"Yes," Carter assured her. "I took the liberty of inviting him out for a drink actually. He knows that you're getting married Serena and he's extremely happy for you."

"That's it?" Serena managed to choke out in between her tears. "That's all he said?"

There was a brief silence before he replied, "I'm sorry Serena. He left immediately after that. I did get his contact information for you though. He asked me to give it to you in case you ever needed anything from him. I can tell he really loves you Serena."

"Thank you for everything Carter," she whispered as he recited her father's cell phone number to her.

It was really the best way to reach him, since he tended to move around a lot.

"You're welcome Serena," he told her. "I've always had a soft spot for you."

With that, he left her with the familiar sound of the dial tone pounding incessantly in her ear. It wasn't until Nate had forcibly removed her cell phone from her hand and carried her back to bed that the realization that Carter had found her father hit her at full force. Nate held the blond in his arms and remained deathly silent as the blond sobbed loudly into his bare chest.

"I can't believe Carter found him," she cried as the tears continued to flow endlessly down her lush cheeks.

"I know baby. I know," he cooed, petting her hair until she finally drifted off to sleep.

The blond made a silent vow to make sure that William van der Woodsen would be giving his daughter away on Sunday before drifting off to sleep as well, his beautiful fiancée lying peacefully in the comfort of his arms.