Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.

"Ms. Walforf, Mister Bass has left the office for the day," Eugenia notified Blair much sooner than Blair had anticipated. She had just returned to his suite from her marathon shopping adventure with Serena. Serena was currently helping her decide which of the many clothing options she had purchased would be the most appropriate for the evening she had planned.

"Eugenia, he's much earlier than you had anticipated," Blair responded in a frantic tone.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Waldorf, but he finished his work much sooner than even he anticipated," Eugenia responded.

"That's alright, Eugenia, I can work with what time I've got. Can you call his driver and have him circle Central Park a few times to buy me a little more time?" Blair inquired.

"I will do my best," Eugenia agreed.

Serena looked at her friend curiously as Blair closed her phone. "Sounds like you and Chuck's assistant are getting along very well. She sounds like your new partner in crime."

"That title still belongs to you," Blair assured her, "But it never hurts to make new allies."

"What do you need me to do?" Serena inquired as she saw the panicked look build in Blair's eyes.

"You can start by hanging up all of these new purchases in his closet," she stated as she began to throw bag after bag into it.

Serena looked through the door to see that Blair already had her own section. She raised a curious eyebrow towards her friend.

"This was the housekeeper's doing, not mine," Blair assured her as she read her best friend's mind.

"What did Chuck say when he saw that?" Serena asked.

"He hasn't said a word. It's almost as if he enjoys seeing my things hanging in his closet," Blair replied as she stepped into the room they were referring to, pulling a few drawers open when she did, "I even have my own few drawers. This was Chuck's doing. He did it when I was sound asleep one evening. When I woke up the next morning, my things had disappeared into these drawers."

"I never thought I'd see the day," Serena shook her head.

"We still have our bumps, but we're settling into a very comfortable place," Blair replied.

"Well, don't get too comfortable," Serena cautioned her best friend, "If there is one thing about Chuck that I do know, he has a short attention span and things that bore him quickly get discarded like yesterday's laundry."

"I will never be yesterday's laundry," Blair assured her, "I said we are settling into a comfortable place, I didn't say we were falling asleep in boredom. The level of comfort is good for us. It's something different . . . something better."

"Something permanent?" Serena questioned. Blair's eyes widen as the words sunk in.

"Don't you dare let Chuck hear you say that!" Blair exclaimed.

"I would never," Serena assured her friend.

"Okay, enough dawdling, " Blair proclaimed, "We have work to do, and less time than expected to do it. I've got to order Chuck's dinner and then get the table set. You've got to get these clothes that I bought him put away and then out the door."

"You mean I don't get to see Chuck's reaction to the lingerie that you purchased for the evening?" Serena pouted.

"I'm not so sure it's a good idea," Blair shook her head, "I have a feeling that I won't be wearing it for too long."

"Here comes my lunch," Serena responded as she put a hand on her stomach in an effort to settle it down.

"Honestly, for as wild a child as you once were, you're turning into a prude!" Blair replied.

"I am not!" Serena responded defensively, "If it was anyone other than Chuck, I'd be asking for details . . . but it's Chuck."

"He's your step-brother," Blair chuckled, "His charms should have rubbed off on you while you were living together."

"It wasn't exactly his charms that rubbed on me," Serena rolled her eyes as she began her task, "You didn't have to watch him parade different women into the apartment every night."

Blair frowned at the reminder of the playboy he once was. She wasn't so stupid as to completely forgot his past. It was a part of who he was, how he got to where he is now. That was the person that she loved unconditionally. There was a part of her that feared that part of him, feared that he would get bored with her as Serena had mentioned and look elsewhere, but she knew that she had time. She was determined to enjoy everything that they currently had.


"Honey, I'm home!" Chuck laughed as he came through the suite door. He had just caught Serena at the elevator leaving. She had wishing him a good evening with a sly grin on her face which made him even more eager to get into his room.

"How did your first day go?" Blair asked as she rushed into his arms and kissed him in greeting.

"Better than I expected," he confessed as he dropped his briefcase and hugged her tight.

"Well, considering you thought the company would implode in one day, that doesn't take much," she replied as he pulled her closer to him as her arms circled his neck.

"So perhaps I know more than I gave myself credit for," he conceded.

"I saw the stock updates, sounds like Wall Street gives you more credit than you do too," she replied.

"I wouldn't know," Chuck stated, "Eugenia took my phone away after lunch. Apparently the random updates were wearing on her nerves. She deprogrammed my phone."

"Awe, I knew I liked her," Blair replied with a slight giggle, "Are you hungry? Dinner should be here in a few minutes."

"I'm starving," he responded as he began nipping her neck, "But not for food."

"You'll just have to be patient," she replied as she shrugged out of his arms, slide his coat off his shoulders, pulled his tie away, and pushed him towards the elegantly set dinner table. She quickly lit the two candles as she tried to avoid his hands, which were trying to pull her into his lap.

"Why are you wearing so many clothes?" Chuck inquired as he finally got a firm enough grip on her hips to pull her towards him. She was still wearing the same outfit she had worn this afternoon when they had met for lunch. He was slightly disappointed. He had hoped to walk into the suite and find her on their bed in a flimsy piece of lace that would give under the slightest bit of stress.

Blair allowed him to pull her into his lap as she began to unbutton the top few buttons of his dress shirt to make him more comfortable. His lips kept attempting to capture hers, but she always ducked away at the last possible moment. She had a planned the events of their evening to happen in a certain order. She was pretty sure that if she let him begin kissing her, she wouldn't be able to stop and dinner would go to waste.

"Patience, Bass," she smirked as she tilted her head back so that she could avoid his seeking lips once more. He landed on her neck with drew out an impassioned moan from her. He chuckled at the sound. He knew that nobody else could cause her to make that noise. That sound was all his, just as she was all his.

"I don't have a patient bone in my body," he groaned against the silky skin of her neck.

"Least of all that one," she hissed as her hand pressed against his groin. Chuck gasped in surprise at her forwardness.

"Especially that one," he hissed as he bucked up against her hand that was gently stroking him through his designer dress pants as he captured her lips finally with his, his hands tangling in her hair to press his lips harder against hers. He was punishing her for denying him for the few unsuccessful attempts.

"Dinner will be here soon," she responded as her eyes began to cloud over with the familiar arousal that was pooling deep within her, "We don't want to keep the server waiting."

"I pay the server's wages," he reminded her, "They'll wait for as long as it takes for us to answer the door."

The convenient knock at his suite door provided her the necessary respite that she needed. Things between them were heating up faster than she had planned. She began giggling at the growl that came deep from within Chuck's throat as she stood up from his lap, removing herself and her hand from him.

"I can take it from here," Blair assured the server as he began to wheel the food tray further into the suite. She quickly grabbed the server's receipt, provided the generous tip that she knew would make the server's day and shoved him gently out the door. Once the platter of food was in front of Chuck, she returned to her seat on his lap. His hands reflexively went to her hips.

"What about dinner?" he teased as he smirked into her neck again as his lips began a path from her collarbone to her earlobe.

"Dinner is served," she assured him as she reached out and lifted the silver cover off the platter, "Champagne shrimp pasta."

"How am I supposed to eat it?" he inquired as he hands began to roam her body touching her everywhere from her tights to her breasts, "My hands are otherwise occupied."

"I plan on feeding you," she responded.

"How about I just feast on you," he groaned as he bit her neck playfully, "You taste so much better than any gourmet meal ever could." He let his tongue blaze a trail up her neck once more, smiling at the racing pulse he felt on his way. He could hear her breathing become shallower. Her body was becoming more fluid. She was melting into him. His tongue trailed the shell of her ear as his hand began to roam up her thigh under the skirt she was wearing. He was momentarily startled when he heard the piece of silverware that she must have picked up crash back down to the plate.

"Slow down, Bass," Blair commanded as the noise effectively pulled her from her trance. She caught his hand before it was able to make its way to her core and shatter her entire resolve. "I promise we'll get there later. You need to eat and build up your strength."

Chuck nodded in concession as his hands went to the safer position at her hips once again. If she was planning his seduction, who was he to refuse. She began wrapping the pasta around the fork before feeding it into his mouth. She smiling at the humming noise he made as he savored the taste.

"Do I get details of your day?" Blair inquired as she began to alternately feed him and then herself.

"There isn't all that much to tell," he replied, "I had meeting after meeting all morning, lunch with you, and then more meetings, a visit from Nathaniel, a phone call from you, and then I had several business proposals to get through and give notes on."

"Wait, back up, Nate came to see you. I thought he was still in Europe," she replied.

"He heard about my promotion and wanted to wish me luck," he offered up an explanation.

"That must have made your day," Blair smiled. She knew how important Chuck's friendship with Nate was to him. She hated that she had been the reason for all of the falling outs that they had over the past two years.

"It was good to see him," Chuck nodded, "He suggested a breakfast club dinner sometime this week. I told him I'd get with you and get back to him."

"Any time this week is fine," Blair assured him, "I'll check with Serena and get back with you."

"Speaking of Serena, how did the search for her father go?" Chuck inquired.

"The trail went cold in Venice," Blair frowned.

"Yeah, my PI lost him there too," Chuck added. Blair looked to him to offer up an explanation as to what he was talking about. "When you got the text regarding Serena's adventure with Baizen, I decided to throw in my assistance. Carter isn't exactly the most reliable person. I was worried about Serena, so I sent the PI to help out and keep an eye on the two of them to make sure that they stayed out of trouble."

"Thank you for looking out for my best friend," Blair responded as she fed him the last bite. He nodded as he finished chewing. "Now for being such a good boy, you have earned your reward."

"I hope my reward revolves that mysterious black item you were inquiring about," he responded.

"Patience," she whispered into his ear. He was officially out of patience at that moment as he quickly stood up from his chair, lifted her into his arms and deposited her on his bed moments later.

"I haven't been patient a day in my life," he growled as he covered her body with his, pressing his covered erection against her core, "I'm certainly not about to start now with my beautiful girlfriend underneath me and arching her back into me." It was true, as soon as he thrust his hips she reflexively lifted off the bed to grind against him.

"Chuck," she moaned as his lips went to her neck once more, finding her pleasure point and sucking greedily. He was going to leave a mark, but he didn't care at the moment. Her fingers found their way into his hair as she held him closer as she thrust against him once more. He hissed at the friction her movement caused.

"You make me crazy with the need I have for you," Chuck groaned as he slowly began inching up the hem of her blouse to reveal the pale cream skin beneath, his lips following the hems trail. "Nobody does this to me but you. I should have known it a long time ago. Nobody could ever feel as good to me as you do."

"Chuck," she moaned again as his hands covered the lacy silk of her bra after he removed her blouse completely. Her plans were officially cancelled as he worked the front clasp, letting the garment fall away to reveal her breast to him. He latched on to one, which drew out another sound from her lips. It wasn't his name this time. She was beyond words now. He smirked in victory. There was no stopping her when she got like this, not that he would ever dream of doing so.

"Too many clothes," she gasped as she fisted his dress shirt in her hands.

"You are absolutely right," Chuck responded as he rocked back on his knees to begin freeing himself of his shirt. She sat up and tried to assist him with the buttons but fumbled repeatedly. She gave up and then ripped the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. "I liked this shirt, Waldorf."

"I like it better now," she stated as she peeled it from his shoulders and threw it to the ground before she began working the button of his trousers. Again she fumbled, but this time he brushed her hands away and undid the buttons himself. He already lost a shirt that evening, he didn't want to lose the pants, even if he was Chuck Bass and able to buy new clothes whenever he chose. Once his pants and boxers were discarded, he quickly worked to remove the skirt and panties she had been wearing.

Chuck gasped as he raked her bare skin with his eyes. He had seen her in the flesh probably over a hundred times now, but the slight before him still momentarily took his breath away. "You're perfect, Blair," he moaned as he leaned into her once more to capture her lips. They both moaned in satisfaction as their bare skin made contact as he slipped into her.

She continued moaning into his ear as they moved in unison. The dance was becoming more familiar each day, but the feelings it inspired were still something they were getting used to. This was them making love.

TBC. . .