WOW, ok long wait for this chapter. You wanted more lemons... here they are.
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25th February 1519 (continued...)
When Bart and Lily retired from the wedding feast, their minds were troubled.
Bart sighed and dismissed their attendants once they were in their nightshirts, and tossed another log on the dimming embers of the fire.
Lily glanced at him warily, wondering what had caused her husband's sudden change in mood. "What is it?"
"Nothing important," Bart shrugged, his eyes focussed on his wife's heavily pregnant stomach.
"Bart," Lily chided, "Tell me what is troubling you."
Bart pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb. "Our eldest daughter received two proposals of marriage today," he replied sombrely, dismayed at the thought that his precious Serena, his beautiful first born girl, was becoming a woman.
Lily smiled, a little confused. "But, that's good, is it not?"
"Not necessarily," Bart muttered.
"Well... which men offered her their hands?" Lily pressed, unsure as to why Bart was so depressed.
"The Duke of Florence – the King of Spain's middle son," Bart seemed to struggle for a moment, "And Nathaniel Archibald – the Duke of Northumberland's eldest son."
Lily beamed. "Which shall we accept?"
Bart's reply was immediate. "I am unsure."
"But, why, my Lord? Serena is of an age to be betrothed, and I know she is sweet on the Northumberland heir. Surely this is just what she would want?"
"Because strengthening our alliance with Spain is a more pressing matter than the flighty wants of a thirteen year old," he replied sharply, avoiding Lily's eyes. He sighed and pressed his finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose.
Lily frowned sadly. "You promised her, Bart. You promised her a love-match."
"Let us quell talk of marriage for now." Bart shrugged off her disappointed sigh and directed his gaze towards the fire.
Lily pressed a hand to the swell of her stomach and grimaced as the walls of her womb tightened.
Bart was instantly alert. "What? What is it?"
Lily's eyes softened. "False labour pains. It will not be much longer, I think."
"But, it has only been six months or so," Bart protested, and Lily shrugged.
"How can anyone ever be sure about these things?"
"The midwife seemed to be sure," Bart replied childishly.
Lily rolled her eyes. "Husband, you are forgetting the amount of children that I have birthed. I know how my own body fares during pregnancy, and I know - regardless of what the midwife says - that the baby will come soon."
Bart smiled at her certainty and he raised her hand to his lips. "Come. We are to bed."
26th February 1519
Blair rolled over and smiled at the sleeping face of the man beside her. She lay there for a moment, just gazing at his closed eyes and the delicious half smirk on his lips. Blair pulled the bedclothes over his bare chest a little more, so only his shoulders could be seen. Unlike her, Chuck had slept in the nude, and a light blush lit her cheeks as she remembered the night before. Marguerite had warned her that losing her maidenhead would hurt, and had told her that some women eventually grew to enjoy the carnal act, but Blair had never imagined this.
It had been the single most powerful experience of her life. She had done it. She was a woman now. They had done it. Made love.
She grinned and ran a hand through her tousled hair.
She pulled herself reluctantly from the bed, wincing as the ache in her thighs made itself known for the first time. She stretched like a cat, rubbing her eyes sleepily and yawning.
Blair used the closet and grimaced at the tenderness she felt at the apex of her thighs, and she had a feeling that she had probably drank too much wine the previous day, but all in all, she felt wonderful.
They had slept late; all of the curtains had been opened, the fire was roaring in the hearth and there was a jug of watered wine on a table in her ante-chamber. She was quite surprised to find her chambers deserted, but suspected that it had probably been little Jennifer's influence. The blonde was more persuasive than she looked, her heart-shaped face and big blue eyes hiding well the determination and devotion that Jennifer had for ensuring Blair's happiness.
Blair washed herself and pulled a face at the faint traces of blood that were evident on the clean piece of linen. She dabbed rosewater on the tops of her thighs and on her collarbone, ensuring that she smelt fresh enough, at least until a bath could be drawn.
She climbed back into the sheets, pressing herself against Chuck's warm body. He coughed a little and she looked up, biting her lip when she realised that he had been awake long enough to see her clean away what was left of the mess from the night before.
Chuck was gazing at her in amusement, propped up on an elbow. "Good morrow, my sweet wife. Fare thee well this day?"
She smiled and rolled her eyes, immediately at ease again. Blair edged her way towards him and curled her body around his, kissing his chest softly. "I am very well, dear husband."
"Sore?" he asked her, his voice quiet and a little embarrassed.
She shrugged and her eyes twinkled deviously. "Nothing unmanageable."
She trailed her fingers down his bare chest, smiling at the fine dusting of hair that covered his skin. Blair pressed her lips to Chuck's fiercely, shifting on the bed and straddling him. She pulled back to find him gazing at her with unbridled lust in his eyes. Blair raised an eyebrow when she felt his member harden against her thighs, and adjusted her pelvis so that she was positioned directly over him.
Blair held his eyes and sank down onto him, but was unable to hide a slight grimace as her body stretched to accommodate his length. It was still slightly painful and she stayed still until her muscles had relaxed. Her legs shook around him and she bit her lip, feeling a slight sting as she sunk lower.
Chuck cupped her cheek with a hand and rubbed his thumb gently across her skin. "Blair, we don't have to..."
She responded with a raised eyebrow and a squeeze of her internal muscles, and Chuck gritted his teeth, his sudden interruption distracting her from the pain. Blair smirked at his expression, slowly raising her hips and sinking back down on him. Chuck's eyes widened and his mouth fell open at the beautiful sight of his wife riding him. She placed her hands on his chest and arched her back, moaning as his member reached a new place inside of her.
Chuck squirmed at her torturous slow pace and couldn't help but thrust his hips into hers, and Blair immediately stopped her motions.
She raised an eyebrow and smirked challengingly. "Be still, mon amour1."
Chuck bit his lip in reply and Blair tilted her head in question. "I love it when you speak French," Chuck admitted with a smirk, his eyes grazing her naked body.
"Est-ce vrai?"2 Blair whispered, looking down at him with a sly smile. She giggled at Chuck's answering groan and cried out in pleasure when he lifted his hips suddenly.
Without any warning, she began to grind her hips against him – hard. This lovemaking was unlike the encounter from the previous night. That had been loving and tender and careful, but this was hard and rough and so unbelievably passionate that Blair felt she might explode from the pure ecstasy that came with the fire of arousal. Their bodies writhed together on the bed, to the point where Blair was unsure of where she ended and Chuck began.
His length touched places inside her that she wasn't even aware she had, and made her feel things that she had never imagined she could feel: of course, she had read about such things in Marguerite's bawdy romance novellas, but she had never thought in a thousand years that she would be lucky enough to experience love and lust hand in hand.
She tumbled happily into the flames of orgasm three times before Chuck was spent, and even then he pulled her along with him by circling his thumb around the sensitive bud of flesh at the apex of her thighs.
Afterwards, the two lay gasping for breath, tangled up in one another, their lithe bodies glistening with sweat.
Chuck stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, lovingly, and Blair closed her eyes in bliss. She knew, in that instant, that if she could purr, she would.
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When she awoke again, her naked body had been covered with the heavy blankets of the bed once again. She was alone in the bed, but when she looked around she spied a lone daffodil on the pillow beside her. The bright sun streamed in through the windows and Blair blushed a little when she realised how late it must be – midday at least.
"Chuck?" she called, tugging the covers up further to hide her bare shoulders. "Jennifer?"
She grinned as Chuck materialized in the doorway. He looked happier than she had ever seen him.
"You look like the tiger that ate the nightingale," Blair commented wryly, twisting a curl around her finger.
Chuck raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. "One wonders why that must be."
"Indeed," Blair said coyly, biting her lip and looking up at him from under her lashes. "Where are my maids?"
"Dismissed for the day," Chuck replied with a shrug, coming to sit beside her on the bed.
"And why would that be? Who will help me dress?"
Chuck tugged the cover from her chest, letting the blankets pool in her lap. He cupped her left breast with one of his hands and leaned forwards to whisper in her ear. "You will not need to dress at all today, my dear wife. It is the wish of your husband that you remain exactly as you are: naked and more beautiful than you have ever been. To hide your body with so many layers should be blasphemous."
Blair flushed and sighed at his gentle caress. "Then I must insist that you join me in my state of undress, husband."
Chuck stared at her, his gaze filled with an insatiable burning lust. "As you wish."
27th February 1519
It was another day until Blair and Chuck could bear to drag themselves from their bedchamber, and even then they (i.e. Chuck) insisted that they bathe together.
Chuck lay back in the hot water, smiling as Blair trailed her fingers along his thighs. She shifted her hips and Chuck groaned, his hands gripping her flesh beneath the water. "Keep still," he murmured into her ear, making her shiver as his tongue flicked at the sensitive part of her earlobe.
"That is probably the best idea," Blair admitted with a pout. "This is the third day that we have been in this bedchamber with only each other for company. I feel as if I am going quite mad!" She poked her tongue out to show that she was joking.
Chuck rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Have you enjoyed being my wedded wife, then?"
"Of course." Blair smiled and leaned back, her back pressing against his chest. Chuck wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled a sheet across to cover their naked bodies as the servers brought in their breakfast.
Blair avoided the eyes of the men and Chuck similarly glared at those few who dared to look at the (covered) body of his wife.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheekbones.
"As I love you," Blair replied with an adoring smile. "Come. Let us break our fast and rejoin the court. I have forgotten how it feels to wear a dress."
Chuck smirked and trailed his fingers down the bare body of his beloved. "Wonderful."
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Serena laughed in delight when she realised that Blair had finally emerged from the marital chambers. She linked her arm through her new sister's and guided her out into the Nursery gardens, where the royal children were happily chasing around Blair and Chuck's puppies.
Chuck had disappeared with Andrew to be grilled about the wedding night, and Blair felt a little pathetic for missing him already. She felt a little incomplete without him, and it bothered her.
Serena's laugh distracted her from her sombre thoughts, however, and she looked around to see the cause. "What is it, Serena?"
Serena pointed cheerfully to a tree in the distance. "Chuck has just pushed Lord Baizen into the pond."
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"How was it?" Carter asked him immediately, and Chuck wrinkled his nose in distaste.
Andrew shot Carter a funny look and patted his elder brother on the shoulder. "I hope that the night was... productive?"
Chuck could not help but smirk at that and all three of his companions guffawed at his pleased expression. "It was extremely productive, yes. Thank you for your concern, dear brother." In spite of the formal words, Chuck waggled his eyebrows to display just how pleased he had been with the entire experience.
"Been making lots of royal babies, have you?" Carter enquired, smirking at Chuck's expression. "I bet it was incredible. There's nothing like breaking a girl in, is there?"
Chuck glared at him. "Enough, Carter."
Seeing Chuck's discomfort, Carter continued. "Did you make her bleed? I love virgin blood."
Chuck stepped forwards and grabbed the front of Carter's fur coat. "You go too far, you bastard," he growled at him, and Carter's eyes mocked him.
"Did I say something?" Carter replied innocently, and Chuck hissed at him from between clenched teeth.
Nate laid a calming hand on Chuck's shoulder. "Let him go, Chuck."
And when Chuck realised just how close they were to the edge of the freshly-unfrozen pond, he let go of Carter and pushed him backwards. "I think you need to cool off, Lord Baizen," he said in a respectable tone as Carter plunged into the cold water.
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Blair lifted her skirts and ran to Chuck. She linked her arm through his and tried to pull him away from Carter, who floundered dramatically in the water. "What were you thinking?" She hissed at him, trying to cover her smile as three guards tried to pull Carter from the pond.
Chuck shook his head and tried to ignore her, but Blair was persistent. "Chuck," she growled, "Tell me."
Sighing, Chuck relented to a degree. "Let us just say that he takes too much pleasure in deflowering innocent maidens. I did not like to hear him speaking of my wife in such derogatory and familiar terms."
Understanding him at once, Blair's face flushed angrily. She turned back to Carter – who had now been heaved out of the icy water – and pushed him back in again. She caught him completely off guard and had to hold back her laughter as he swore in frustration.
Chuck beamed at her, clasping her hand in his, shooing away their attendants and guided her to a secluded part of the garden. "You amaze me," he said softly when they were alone, brushing gentle kisses to the tips of her fingers.
Blair smiled shyly and looked away from the intensity of his ochre gaze. "Your enemies are my enemies, Chuck. I am your ally in all things."
"And I yours," Chuck agreed, kissing her lips firmly as if to communicate the sentiment. Blair wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed Chuck against a tree, smirking against his lips when she felt his fully-awake erection against her warm palm. He hadn't even felt her undo his breeches, yet her hot little hand encircled his length and moved torturously slow as the other gripped the hair at the back of his head. She nibbled on the skin of his neck and tried not to let out a breathy giggle when Chuck squeezed her backside and thrust himself against her, trapping her hand within his breeches between their aroused bodies.
And then all too sudden there was a conspicuous cough and Blair looked around dazedly, blushing when she spied the grinning face of Serena.
She gently extracted her hand from his breeches and bit her lip, looking up at her husband coyly from beneath her lashes. "Until later, then."
She stepped back and moved out of his grasp, ignoring the anger, amusement and pleading that somehow his eyes communicated. Blair curtsied and smiled a sirens smile. "Your Highness," she breathed, trying to ignore the way her heart was pounding in her incredible desire for her husband.
Blair turned and walked away, leaving Chuck attempting to regain his breath against the tree. Serena linked her arm through Blair's and glanced at her sister-in-law.
"Do I want to know what you were doing?"
"No," Blair replied simply, and Serena winced.
"Didn't think so."
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Blair effectively avoided her husband for the rest of the day, though she knew she wouldn't be able to do so forever.
She decided to dress in a purple gown to firmly establish her new position as Princess of England, not to mention she knew that Chuck would love it.
The material clung to her hips and the corset beneath offered up her creamy breasts to the eye. Amethysts dripped from her ears and diamonds adorned her chest, covering up the few marks that Chuck had naughtily left with his mouth.
Her hair was left loose and curly down her back in the way that Chuck had admitted he adored, crystals shining in her mahogany locks. She looked incredibly beautiful, and yet there was something about her that set her above the rest of the ladies in her tableau; her undeniable strength, grace and confidence made her stand out and shine, even though she was wearing a darker dress than her ladies.
She ate little of her evening meal and asked for all of the meat to be shorn from the bone before she would eat it. She was a Princess of England now and had no need to hide her peeves from the nobility as she had when she first arrived. Bart had smiled a little when he overheard Blair requesting asparagus, for they were known to make male children, but was slightly disconcerted to see the way his son and daughter-in-law were interacting.
Chuck would not look directly into Blair's eyes, feeling altogether furious and absolutely aroused at her actions earlier that day. Instead, Charles directed his gaze to her bosom and thought hungrily of the night ahead.
So far, he had been reasonably gentle with her, mostly allowing her to set the pace and control their love making. It had been torturous and overwhelming and perfect for their first few days as man and wife, but tonight he would show her just how much pleasure he could bring her.
He was going to give it to her rough tonight; a part of him was certain that she knew and was intentionally torturing him for it.
He had never expected this from marriage. Never expected to be matched in stamina or wit or lust, and yet he had somehow managed to capture the heart of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
By God, with her ivory skin, slightly pointed ears and almond eyes, she could have been descended from faerie-folk. She was a mythological creature to him; enticing in the extreme, seemingly untouchable and rather cool to him in public, and yet he knew the fire that burned beneath and longed to strip her dress away to bare her soul to the world. The soul that was his, just as she utterly possessed Chuck's own.
Chuck jerked when he felt it: Blair's hand rested innocently on his leg, her fingertips just brushing his inner thigh.
She began to massage the sensitive skin there with the tiniest of movements, but stilled when Chuck's hand covered hers beneath the table.
Anger be damned, Chuck needed her to touch him. He moved her hand further up his leg and tucked himself more securely beneath the table so that the passing servers would not see what was happening. Blair slid herself closer to Chuck, her chair grinding on the floor as she moved it. Lily looked up, surprised, but Blair shrugged and smiled as Chuck slid his arm around her shoulders.
This seemingly innocent act created a wave of 'awws' from amongst the gathered nobles, and Blair blushed and went back to eating with one hand.
Chuck was almost disappointed, until he felt her squeeze his leg hard. She grazed her palm up his thigh, wrapping her fingers around his clothed erection and scraping her nails against it. Hiding his hiss of pleasure behind a handkerchief, Chuck sent Blair a sharp warning look, but she just smiled adoringly at her Prince and continued her ministrations, much to his delight and horror.
Unconsciously Chuck began to lift his hips in time with her movements, so much so that Blair stilled for a moment whilst her husband collected himself.
Once she was sure he could control his reactions, she continued, moving her hand faster and more roughly beneath the table.
Chuck glanced down at Blair's flushed face and realised just how much of a thrill this was giving her. Her cheeks were pink, her lips parted as if in a silent moan and her eyes were glazed over and heavily lidded. He smirked as she looked around the room to check that they weren't being watched too closely by any of the courtiers, and then the smile was wiped from his devilishly handsome face as Blair squeezed his length hard.
He coughed to gain her attention, but she smiled sweetly to nobody in particular and went back to her strawberries and cream, completely ignoring him.
"Blair," he whispered pleadingly, unsure if he wanted her to stop or continue at this point.
But Blair chose to continue, moving her palm in circular motions against his erections until Chuck was breathing so harshly that she was genuinely surprised that somebody hadn't noticed. And then she felt it; the spread of warm sticky liquid beneath his breeches, the sign that she had done it – pushed him over the edge and away from the confines of his control in public.
And it was absolutely thrilling. Chuck glared at her, his seed making his breeches heavy and uncomfortable, but was unable to keep the smirk from his lips.
Discreetly pulling her hand from beneath the table, Blair wiped it on a napkin and gestured for a bowl of rosewater to be brought over so that she could wash the sweat from her hands.
Blair smiled at the server and yawned, blushing when ten or eleven courtiers chuckled knowingly.
She didn't quite catch their comments, but judging by Chuck's reaction he clearly had some indication of what they were saying and was unhappy with it.
Bart looked at the men sharply and each of them quickly returned to their conversations, desperate to avoid a dressing down in front of the entire court.
Chuck brushed Blair's hair away from the back of her neck so that it cascaded over one shoulder, and pressed a wet kiss to her nape. She shivered and bit her lip, a fire sparking in the pit of her stomach. She looked at him meaningfully and Chuck smirked.
"Ready for bed, Princess?" he asked her quietly, his eyes lowering to her bottom lip as her teeth nibbled on it.
Blair nodded. "I would've liked to have danced awhile in my husband's arms, but I am your humble and obedient wife and will be agreeable to your decision," her tone was respectful, but the devious blaze in her eyes said otherwise. Oh yes, Blair was definitely aware that their sexual escapades were about to change drastically, and she wanted to fight for control just as much as he did.
At that, Chuck stood and pulled Blair's chair out for her, waving away the serving boy that leapt forward to help. Blair stood and gave her husband a shallow curtsey, blushing again as everyone in the room stood with her.
"We shall retire now, if it pleases your Majesty?" Chuck asked his father, trying not to sound impatient or disrespectful.
Bart nodded sleepily, his hand resting on Lily's pregnant belly. "Yes, yes, goodnight."
Blair curtsied again, to the King this time, and stepped down from the dais. She focussed on nothing but Chuck's hand on the small of her back, guiding her from the room and straight to her chambers.
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They entered in a rush of silks and satins, Chuck waving Blair's ladies from the room without even a word. He locked the door behind them and stood there, staring hard at his panting wife.
And then they were together, his lips attacking her delicious neck, her hands fumbling at the laces of his breeches.
Chuck didn't bother removing her dress. He pressed her up against the double oak doors into her chambers, hitched her skirts around her waist and lifted her, her legs wrapping around him and locking behind his back. She cried out as her back hit the wood, then hissed in pleasure as his hardness sprung free and rubbed himself against her core.
"Please," she begged, her hands clawing at his back as he mercilessly marked her neck, "God, Chuck, please."
He reached up and grabbed one of the sleeves of her gown, ripping it away from her body and exposing more of her creamy skin to his mouth. Blair moaned at his brutality and arched against him, desperately shifting her hips for more friction.
"No, Blair," Chuck mumbled against her, managing to sound commanding even as he shuddered at the feel of his wife's nails clawing at the skin of his back. "You thought you could control me, me, the Prince of Wales."
"I did not," Blair protested weakly, wriggling her hips to try and get Chuck to enter her. "I would never..."
"'Humble and obedient wife'," Chuck mimicked, "You don't have a humble or obedient bone in your body, Princess."
Blair's head fell onto Chuck's shoulders as one of his fingers slipped into her wet heat, clenching her muscles in an attempt to stop him from pulling away from her. "Please," she begged again, feeling tears pool at the corners of her eyes at the absolute frustration she felt. Chuck swiftly removed the digit and coolly appraised her.
"Your little stunt at supper could've caused quite the scandal," he growled, "Never thought you'd be one to act like a whore."
"I am not a whore," Blair spat, fury clouding her lust addled brain. "How dare you?"
"Twice today you have committed inappropriate acts in public," Chuck added mirthlessly, "Seems like whore-like behaviour to me."
"You bastard!" Blair cried, deliberately scratching his back hard enough to draw blood.
In response, Chuck slammed her again into the door, smirking at her lusty moan as his erection brushed against her folds again.
"How dare you call me a whore," she said breathlessly, her eyes narrowing. "Correct me if I am wrong but are not you the one who has bedded countless women? You were my first and only!"
Chuck scoffed. "Yes, I was your first and only, but it has not taken you very long to collect a repertoire of whores' tricks, has it my pretty wife?"
Blair scowled at him, unlocking one of her arms from around his neck and slapping his cheek with as much force as she could muster. "I hate you!" she screamed, and then her lips found his.
Their kiss was punishing, bruising, and Blair moaned loudly as Chuck finally slammed into her. She locked her fingers in his hair and pulled hard enough to cause pain, then crying out herself as the hard wooden door began to hurt her back.
Somehow, though, the pain intensified the pleasure, and Blair was soon tumbling into the abyss of orgasm.
Chuck's legs buckled beneath him and he landed with a thud on the floor, remaining inside Blair as she fell on top of him. Recognising their new position, Blair wrestled Chuck's hands above his head and held them there, riding him as fast and as rough as she was able.
And suddenly he was hovering above her again, plunging into her mirthlessly, ruthlessly, absolutely intent on driving the line between pleasure and pain higher and higher into an agonising oblivion.
Her head hurt, her thighs trembled and her back was being ground into the cold floor of her chambers, but she had never felt like this in her entire life.
Her wedding night could not compare to this, nor could the numerous times they had made love since. "God, Chuck, harder," she pleaded, arching up off of the floor as he hit that special spot inside her that made her squirm.
Screaming as she orgasmed a second time, Blair felt herself being lifted and pressed against something freezing. She wasn't too concerned about where she had been moved too because the movement of Chuck carrying her had prolonged her moments of bliss, his member edging deeper and deeper with each passing step.
When she was coherent enough to look around, Blair realised that she was leaned against the window in her bedchamber. She felt light headed and dizzy, but it wasn't in a bad way. Chuck was gazing at her warily, still hard himself but slightly concerned about Blair's lack of response. She raised a challenging eyebrow and his hard thrusting was immediately returned.
He gripped her hips tightly, his eyes rolling back into his head as he felt her orgasm build for a third time. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold on, he managed to twist them around so that Blair was bent over, her forehead pressed against the window.
He thrust into her over and over again, the rhythm brutal and hard and Blair was in heaven.
The sensation of him inside her, of his fingers tweaking her clit, her own hands massaging her breasts as she again raced towards release made her cry out breathily, begging for more and less and harder and softer and just anything to bring her orgasm to her.
Chuck pumped his hips once, twice, a third time before twisting her clitoris and grunting as Blair's orgasm washed over her. She screamed out and Chuck moaned loudly, his seed spilling from him and into her.
They fell onto the floor in a heap of sweaty tangled limbs, Blair wincing in pain at a sudden twinge in her back.
Chuck saw her grimace but did not say anything, instead trailing his fingers against the bare skin of her back.
Blair blinked up at him, wondering silently when he had managed to rid her of her dress. She snuggled against him and closed her eyes.
"Blair," Chuck mumbled tiredly, "You can't go to sleep on the floor."
Blair opened one eye and smirked wickedly. "I was just resting my eyes for round two."
Chuck spluttered as Blair's fingers found his now soft member, stroking it back to life for the fourth time that day. "You're trying to kill me, woman," he said playfully, moaning as Blair's lips enclosed around one of his nipples.
She stood suddenly, pulling him to his feet and pushing him onto the bed. She climbed atop him and straddled him, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she sank down onto his fresh hardness.
Grinding themselves together, Blair and Chuck soon found mutual release, each of them crying out the other's name as their orgasms exploded.
Afterwards, they lay against one another, her head on his stomach as his rested on her legs. They talked about everything and nothing in the way that only couples who were truly comfortable with each other could.
"Just think," Chuck said softly before they succumbed to sleep, "Our first child could have been conceived tonight."
Blair smiled and closed her eyes.
Ps, I hope you appreciate this. I have a Religious Studies A-Level tomorrow and a fractured wrist, but Chuck and Blair's rough Tudor-style sex could not be ignored.
Reviews will equal an update, considering I have a week off starting the 1st June!
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1 "Be still, my love."
2 "Is that so?"