Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
Thanks to all of those who have reviewed. I love to hear what you all think. There will be more drama coming in chapters to come, but for now a bit more Blair and Chuck couple time. Enjoy.
"How did it really go today?" Blair inquired, as they climbed into bed that evening. They had been going virtually nonstop since he arrived home from the office that morning.
After brunch with Eugenia, Chuck was pulled into a conference call with most of the financial publications that were insisting on quotes for their featured articles the next morning. He graciously agreed to their requests, knowing that investors would need his assurances as much as his employees had.
Then they took Charlotte to the art museum as they planned. When Charlotte grew particularly attached to one painting, Chuck needed to arrange for purchasing of the portrait, making the curator's day.
Later that day, Lily called and insisted that they all have dinner together that evening at her penthouse. Come to find out, it had been an impromptu celebratory dinner held in his honor with all if their closest family and friends, which Blair knew meant as much to him as his office send off had earlier that day.
Finally Charlotte had fallen asleep and they had time to talk, just the two of them.
"Amazing, inspiring, humbling," Chuck responded as he tried to pick the most appropriate words for how he had felt throughout the day. "Grateful. I'm leaving these people for purely selfish reason. They could have easily just let me walk out the door without a second thought. Yet these same people took time out to wish me luck. It wasn't just members of the board and people I worked with on a regular basis. As I finished speaking, there were mail clerks and janitors and people that I've never met nor had any interaction with all standing there, tears in their eyes, applauding as I walked away."
"Tomorrow you get to sleep in. We can be lazy and stay in bed all day if we want," she told him as she caressed his bare chest as she curled into him.
"You mean if Charlotte will let us," he amended with an amused chuckle.
"She'll let us," Blair assured him as her fingers began tracing random circles along his chest and torso, "If I sit down with her woman to woman and tell her how it is, she'll let us."
"Woman to woman," he repeated as he laughed out once more. His urge to kiss her beautiful mouth became overwhelming as he pulled her to him. He swallowed her whimper eagerly as his tongue found entrance into her mouth. His finger wove into the strands of her hair as he deepened their kiss, nearly devouring her as he rolled her under him.
Her hands slid from their place at his chest to his back and up to his shoulders. Her nails dug in lightly, enough to leave temporary marks, but not enough to cut into his skin, not that he would have minded if she had. He already had permanent scars on his back from the repeated blissful abuse he had taken over the years, and he wore them with pride. They were her marks.
"You branded me this morning, Love," he told her when they broke the kiss for air.
She looked at him in confusion as her chest heaved in the way that turned him on so thoroughly as he pointed to the marks she had left on his neck that morning.
"I had to face the board with your marks on me," he told her as she caressed his skin gently with her fingers.
"Marks for courage," she told him as her lips caressed the faint marks, "Did they help?"
"Immensely," he grinned as he devoured her again.
She let out another whimper as he invaded her mouth.
"I love kissing you," she moaned, "There isn't anything that feels better than your lips on mine."
"I can think of a few things," he smirked as his lips trailed down her neck as his tongue dipped into the hallow of her neck before he continued on his journey to the valley between her breasts.
Blair's hands found the crown of his head and held him to her as he continued to lap at her breasts with his tongue. She had to give her husband credit; he had a talented tongue. She used to lay awake at night dreaming of all the things she wanted his tongue to do to her. That was of course before her dreams came true, and he actually did them.
"Where'd you go, Blair?" he inquired as he pulled away when he realized she had zoned out for a moment.
"Just thinking back to my pre-Bass days," she sighed as he kissed her cheek softly, "When I denied myself what it was that I so obviously needed."
"Leaves me shuttering as well," he agreed as his hands continued to caress her marvelous skin as he whispered in her ear. "It seems like a lifetime ago."
"Take me," she cried out as his tongue dipped into her ear.
Never one to deny her, he settled in between her legs, pushing lightly at her entrance. He could feel her moisture and heat. It took every ounce of strength he had to not ram himself deep inside. Tonight wasn't the night for rough.
"Please Chuck," she demanded as she raised her hips so that he slid in just a fraction of an inch, not nearly enough to leave her satisfied. Her movements were his undoing as he surged forward. Blair moaned into his ear as her hands found their rightful place at his shoulder blades once more. Her nails dug in as she held on. He could feel her breaking the skin this time, which spurred him on.
He felt her on the edge. He wasn't ready for her to let go so he slowed down, determined to draw their time together out as long as he could last. They had been rebuilding their stamina after their three-month drought brought on by childbirth had left them frantic with need. His grin turned wicked as a thought entered his head.
Blair saw the familiar twinkle in his eyes. "What's that look?" she inquired as she rose up against him.
"How about we go for the record," he suggested as his lips mashed against hers.
"You sure you're ready for that?" she inquired in her playful voice, "We set that record before we became parents."
"I'm certainly ready to try," he groaned as she rolled her hips the way he loved.
"I'm not sure you can handle it, Daddy," she responded, her voice still teasing him.
"Four, is it not," he prompted her.
"Five," she corrected him, "Remember the island."
"Trying to conceive Charlotte, how could I forget," he grinned.
"Remember to pace yourself," she cautioned him, "You passed out on me that time."
"See you on the other side," his wicked smile returned as he dove into her neck with renewed purpose. Blair closed her eyes and held on as he quickly brought her to her peak using all parts of his anatomy to turn her on, his lips, his hands, and most importantly his favorite appendage, which if forced to choose was also hers.
Blair eyes rolled back as her first orgasm took over. She vaguely heard his groan as he fought his internal war to hold off. He was so conditioned to release with her that it was a difficult conflict to win.
"Sure you're still up for this?" she inquired as she came down from her first high only to feel her second building with equal intensity.
"Shut up and hold on," he growled. In everyday conversation, his words would repulse and turn her off, but in their bedroom they turned her on more than she'd ever admit as her second orgasm rushed through her unexpectedly.
She arched higher off the bed as she clung to him.
"Shit," he hissed as he waged his second battle. He had to pull himself out momentarily. Her convulsions around him were too tempting. She whimpered at the loss of him inside her as her orgasm faded out quicker than she liked.
He was panting for air as he slid inside her warm cavern again. He knew he wasn't going to get the record, but he wasn't ready to admit defeat either. Five of her orgasms before he found his release was a lofty goal even for him, but it was one that he was determined to meet.
"Don't you dare do that again," she warned him as her legs wrapped around him to keep him close.
"Wasn't my best effort," he admitted begrudgingly as he dove towards her lips once more as his hand snaked down her stomach and towards the pleasure point between her legs. The only way this record was falling was if he rushed her. The only way he knew to do that was to work her clitoris with equal attention.
"Chuck!" she cried out. She heard his chuckle of victory as her orgasm drew out. She would have slapped him if she had been able to have a rational thought at the moment. She hated when he got cocky during their bedroom activities.
"That's three," he reminded her, as her eyes were able to refocus on his gorgeous features. Blair took that as a personal challenge to make sure that four was as far as he got. "Ready for four?"
"Are you?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow as her legs wrapped tighter around his body as her hands went to his ass to pull him in deeper.
"Fuck," he cursed.
"You're not ready," she announced as she released her hold on his butt and allowed him a moment to recover. While she wanted him to release, only after he had given her the fourth orgasm, and she wasn't ready yet either.
"Damn it, Wife," he hissed as he bit down roughly on her earlobe, "You're making this impossible."
Her hands found his ass again as she felt herself building towards the inevitable again, her nails digging in to his flesh once more. Just before she lost complete control she clamped down hard on his manhood sending him to his release at the same time as she came.
"Four's not bad," she consoled him as he gasped for breath as he lay against her heaving chest.
"You did that on purpose," he spoke against her bosoms that were bouncing enticingly in front of him.
"Possibly," she chuckled as she ran her fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.
"Why would you do that?" he gasped, "We were getting so close."
"And you were getting too smug," she told him, "You know I love it when we go for the record, even more so when we break it, but sometimes you get so caught up in the record and just forget this is about us expressing our immeasurable lust and desire for each other. It shouldn't be about boosting your rather large ego."
"Satisfying you has nothing to do with my ego," he growled against her skin, "All I think about when we make love is satisfying your desires and expressing my unyielding devotion to you and our life together."
"So you're saying this doesn't boost your ego at all. Nate doesn't know anything about this personal challenge that we've set up for ourselves," she tried to poke the truth out of him.
"Nathaniel and I talk about our sex lives," he stated as he looked deep into her eyes, "But I would never share something so personal with him. Mostly our talks consist of me living vicariously through him."
"Vicariously?" she prompted him. She hadn't seen the glimmer of mischief in his eyes. She thought he was being serious, and she was letting her famous Waldorf temper rise up to the boiling point.
"Different woman all the time," he grinned. He was attempting to rile her up now. And he could see that it was working. He had to get payback for her ending his quest so abruptly, but he should have known to keep his mouth shut. He didn't as he continued speaking, "Little Chuck Bass may sleep with only one woman, but occasionally he needs to be reminded of what else is out there."
"Little Chuck Bass had better remember his place in this world," Blair scolded him as her hand slid down and cupped his manhood roughly. Chuck winced him pain as her nails dug into him. She had a thing for her nails digging into his body this evening that was turning dangerous. "I can easily end his happy existence right now."
"Blair, that hurts," he winced as her grip around him tightened as his back straightened with the tension her hand was causing.
"Tell me right now that there is no one else out there for Little Chuck Bass," she demanded as she kept her grip firm.
"You know there isn't," he groaned as she finally loosened her grasp. He sighed in relief as he collapsed against her once more. "I was teasing you. Your former lover's pathetic love life bores me. A different woman all the time. Moving from one pointless relationship to the next. Why would I want that? Why would I want anyone other than the beautiful, vivacious, intelligent, sexy, insatiable woman that I have in my bed every night of my life?"
"Remember this moment, Bass," she whispered in his ear as she caressed him gently, taking away the pain she had inflicted moments earlier. "I can make your life immensely happy, or I can end it with a flick of my wrist." She grabbed a hold of him again and gave him a remindful squeeze.
"If I ever forget, you have my permission to end my existence," he told her as she loosened her hold once more and began caressing him again.
"Forgive me?" she inquired as she felt him respond to her touch.
"Always," he assured her as he kissed her lips lightly.
"I can't believe our daughter slept through all of that," Chuck stated as he slid from the bed to check on Charlotte after they had made love a few more times.
"I can't either," Blair responded as she sat up, bringing the bed sheet up to cover her breasts to remove any temptation he may have.
As Chuck bent over his daughter's crib, he discovered that her eyes were wide open. He began laughing as he picked her up and held her close. "She didn't sleep through it. She just knew not to interrupt."
"Awe," Blair chuckled along with him as she reached out for him to bring their daughter to her.
"Such a good little girl," Chuck whispered in his daughter's ear before he passed her off reluctantly.
"She's going to walk in on us a lot while growing up," Blair realized.
"Probably," he nodded, "It's sort of a right of passage for a child anyways. Didn't you ever walk in on Harold and Eleanor?"
"That's disturbing on so many levels," Blair shuddered at the thought.
"Is that a no?" he sniggered.
"It's disgusting to even think about," Blair shuddered again, "I am fully convinced that my parents had sex one time."
"How adorably unrealistic of you," he chuckled as he kissed her temple as he climbed into bed next to her and Charlotte. "Harold may always have known he was gay, but he was still a man and a committed one at that. I'd be willing to bet that they had a pretty healthy sex life until just before their demise."
"Are you saying you walked in on Bart?" she inquired, trying to change the subject and get the mental images out of her head that were trying to form of her parents.
"Several times," he told her, "With several different women . . . purely on accident of course. My father wasn't really known for keeping it in his pants when there was a beautiful woman around."
"Sounds vaguely familiar," she interrupted.
"I was probably four the first time I remember walking in on him with some random nanny," he continued while ignoring her interrupting remark.
"Did he see you?" she inquired.
"He had to have," he chuckled at the memory, "I stood there and watched the whole thing. It seemed strangely fascinating, even at that age."
"Explains a lot," she rolled her eyes.
"Doesn't it though," he agreed. "I even walked in on him and Lily twice."
"Do I even want to hear those stories?" she cringed. She was raising the distinct possibility that she would never be able to look in her mother-in-law's eyes ever again.
"The first was in his office at Bass," he offered without waiting for her to answer her own question, "It was really the end, so I suppose that doesn't count. They were already redressing."
Blair sighed in relief. That wasn't so bad.
"The second time I most definitely caught them in fligrante delicto," he continued on. "She was bent over the ottoman in her penthouse living room. It was right after they had returned from their honeymoon. He must have surprised her by coming home early from a business trip. I didn't know the old man had it in him to bent in that direction."
"Okay, seriously, stop," Blair warned him, "Does Lily know you saw this?"
"Of course not, a Bass man is discreet. I merely continued to watch as I made my way silently to my bedroom. I had a little business I needed to tend to, but the image of you in such a position took care of that pretty quick," he grinned.
"At least it wasn't the image of your stepmother that you jacked off to," she replied.
"That's disturbing, even for me," it was his turn to cringe, "That's my mother you're talking about."
"Stepmother," she reminded him.
"I would never disrespect Lily in that manner," he assured her.
"Even a horny Chuck Bass has standards," she mused as she caressed his face softly. "Have we been in the position you found them in?"
"Several times," he assured her, "There aren't many positions we haven't found ourselves in, and I must say the reality of that position is so much better than the fantasy."
"You'll have to remind me," she requested as she leaned in to kiss him.
"Certainly not while you're holding Charlotte," he chuckled as he caught his daughter looked at the two of them making out before her eyes. "You might drop her."
TBC . . .
