A/N It's been forever, I know. My inspiration have been lower than low. I had to struggle with this one, but I really wanted to update. I hope you like it.
Summary: Chuck finds a solution to a...problem (takes place after "waiting for an answer" and "impatient")
"Ah! No! Bass, get out!" She shrieks and tries to cover her semi-clad form.
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"Blair," He is in awe, standing in the doorway, neither moving nor able to take his eyes off of her.
"Can you turn around!? You're not supposed to see me yet!" His appreciative glance is not lost on her, but she is unyielding and marches up to him.
"…do believe I've seen you in less clothing than that." He drawls, more than a little amused when she reaches out to try and cover his eyes.
"End of discussion. Now get out!" One hand still covering his vision, the other one used in a useless attempt to push him out the door.
"Forgive my blatant honesty…actually, screw that. You look ravishing, Waldorf." He is unaffected by her efforts and not going anywhere. Instead he takes her hands in his.
"Get. Out" She is hissing through gritted teeth, but her resolve is weakening and he can tell.
"How am I ever going to stay focused later, knowing that is underneath your dress?" He smirks, but keeps his eyes on the wall behind her to keep her happy.
"I trust you to keep your mind out of the gutter during our wedding, Bass." She scoffs, but is secretly pleased with his obvious approval of her attire.
"Joking, right? After seeing you in that my mind will be in the sewer during the entire ceremony." He finds the solution to their problem and flicks the light switch.
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"Keep your eyes on the floor!" She admonishes, but reaches out for him in the now dimly lit room.
"Like I'd need visual aid to find you." His voice husky now, his hands roaming freely over her curves.
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"Mm…"
"No peeking, same rules apply to you."
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"Oh, right there. Don't stop." She wants more. Wants him. Only him. Forever.
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"Perfect. You're perfect. Beautiful. Mine." His words hot against her skin.
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"Questionable resistance on your part, as usual Waldorf." She can picture the smug grin on his face.
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"Ready to do this?" He contemplates disagreeing just to push her buttons and get a second round.
"Since the day I met you." He admits, feeling her lips tug into a smile against his neck.
"That was in kindergarten, Chuck." Her hands around his waist.
"Under the monkey bars, yes I know." He cradles her face in his hands and pulls her closer.
"What took you so long, then?" She teases, resting her forehead against his.
"X-eptional patience was required, I must admit. But I was waiting for the opportune moment." He smirks, and she can still remember it like it was yesterday;
"You looked at me like I was the only person in the room…" That well remembered scrap of silk and lace is already packed for the honeymoon.
"…zest for limos, yours that is, turned out to be my cue."
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