Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
"Blair, Baby, I'm home," Chuck called out that evening as he stepped off the elevator. He was anxious to see her as he always was but tonight felt different for some unknown reason. He'd had a hard time concentrating at work. Eugenia had noticed and sent him home early as he wasn't doing anyone any good by staying. As usual, he took her advice.
"I'm in the office, studying," she called out to him from her office. Her revelation hadn't surprised him. She was still very much the bookworm she was at Constance. "You're home early."
He quickly unloaded his possessions before he made a turn into his office to see her sitting at his desk with her head buried in her textbook. She paused when she felt his presence, looking up to give him a smile that left him breathless for a moment.
"How's the studying going?" Chuck inquired as he stepped around his desk to begin massaging her shoulders as his lips caressed the nape of her neck.
"I'm almost finished for the night," she assured him, "I have a few more pages left to read. I'll meet you in the bedroom in fifteen minutes."
"Deal," he replied as she turned so that he could kiss her lips. Their kiss turned more passionate than either had intended. They were breathless as they forced themselves to pull away.
"Ten minutes," she amended as he leaned in to kiss her quickly one more time before he forced himself from the room.
"What's all this?" Blair inquired as she entered their bedroom to find dozens of lit candles spread throughout the room. Chuck was standing at the window, smiling as he watched the lights below. Blair strolled towards him, and he pulled her eagerly into his arms as they continued to watch the city lights.
"Took you long enough," he mumbled against her skin as he began to nuzzle her neck.
"I had to finally give up," she admitted as she watched the New York lights pass all the while losing herself in the sensation of his touch, "I read the same sentence twenty times. I kept getting distracted by the fact that you were only a few rooms away."
"I'm sorry," he apologized as he smiled against her skin, "I can take a walk through Central Park and give you time to study if you need it."
"Don't be silly," she stated as she turned in his arms and pulled him closer to her before he had a chance to make good on his threat. "I want you right here with me, always."
"Do you ever find yourself thinking that this is all a fantastic dream? That one day you'll wake up and none of what we have has ever happened?" he inquired as his hands lightly trailed down her sides before he ensnared her waist.
"I hope not," she frowned, "But if it is, I hope I never wake. This dream is perfect."
"Careful, Waldorf, we're not supposed to use that word, remember," he chided her.
"Since you brought up our therapy session, I want to let you know that I called my mother, and she'll be joining us next week," Blair stated with a slight pout, "She made a bit of a fuse about it because she has to cancel a meeting with a buyer from Macy's, but she'll be there."
"I'll make sure that the meeting is rescheduled and not cancelled," he promised her. He was a little annoyed that Eleanor had made such a fuss although he should have expected it.
"I didn't realize you had pull at Macy's," she teased.
"Do I really need to say it?" he grinned devilishly. She smirked as she waited for his inevitable next comment. "I'm Chuck Bass."
"I love the way you say that," she giggled, "You make it sound so innocent, yet so dirty."
"Nobody has ever accused me of being innocent of anything," he laughed out.
"How was your day?" Blair inquired as she began to loosen his tie. He'd already discarded his suit jacket and removed his cherished cufflinks and tie clip, but he left the rest for her. He knew she saw him as a present that she could unwrap. It was just like watching her open presents at Christmas.
"I had trouble focusing after I dropped you off at the penthouse after lunch," he admitted, "Eugenia finally had enough and kicked me out of the office."
"I love your assistant," Blair laughed as she threw his tie aside as she began to work his buttons expertly.
"She's an older version of you," Chuck laughed, "She has this way about her that has me doing everything she wants me to do and think that it's all my idea. It's eerie."
"Is that what I do?" Blair inquired.
"Absolutely," he growled as she rolled her hips into him, "For example, right now you want me to carry you to that bed over there and have my way with you. You're going to let me think that this is my idea, but really you've been planning this since I stepped of the elevator tonight."
"We've both been planning this since you stepped off the elevator," she amended as he lifted her off her feet so that her legs wrapped around his waist, "This is who we are, remember, two incredibly passionate people that need to share those urges with each other as often as possible."
"I don't know how I make it through the day without you sometimes," he stated as he took a few careful steps towards their bed as he tried to avoid the clothes that she had thrown haphazardly around their room, "Do you know how many times a day my mind wanders to you? If I wasn't the boss, I'm sure I'd have been fired after a few days."
"And when your mind wanders," she prompted him as she felt herself being lowered to the bed as she sunk into the silk comforter, "Where does it go?"
"Right here," he stated as he slid her up the bed as he crawled over her, his lips fusing with her neck as he gently began sucking her skin, not enough to leave a mark, but just enough to cause her to cry out in pleasure, "Right to this very room, doing the very thing that I currently am doing."
"Working me into a frenzy," she surmised.
"What about you, Waldorf," he whispered into her ear as he worked on removing her clothes upon looking down to see that she was still fully dressed, "Does your mind wander to me while sitting in that stuffy class room at NYU?"
"Always," she gasped as his lips kissed a trail from her collarbone down to the valley between her breasts.
"And what am I doing to you during these wandering moments?" he teased as her blouse fell away, leaving her in her pleated skirt, lingerie and silk stockings. Her skirt had his mind instantly flashing back to their high school days. She had drove him crazy back then as she wanders the halls. "Something dirty perhaps?"
Blair looked at him with a stunned expression on her face.
"Come on, Blair," he encouraged her, "Let me help you live out your fantasies."
"I still have my dorm room," she stated teasingly.
"And I hope you have some sort of point," he groaned. How he hated to be reminded of the room that she kept on campus. It was as if she felt the need to have a fall back for some unknown reason. Her reasons were practical. She needed a quiet place to study in between classes, and when she needed to have study sessions it was the ideal place for everyone to meet.
"My point is that I have never truly experience dorm room sex. That is a right of passage for a college bound student that I have yet to experience. If I didn't know better, Bass, I'd say you were purposely denying me of that experience," she teased.
"You know me better than that," he smirked as he pulled away ever so slightly, "I'd never deny you anything, especially when it comes to our bedroom activities. I can have the limo brought around in ten minutes."
"Not so fast, Bass," she stated as she tightened her legs around his waist, holding him to her, "We are not leaving this bedroom until our urges have been satisfied. I don't know about you, but the sex talk we had in Doctor Boyd's office left me desperately needing the release that only you can give me."
"Had I realized that I would have forgone lunch and feasted on you instead," he proclaimed as he began to remove her clothing with renewed vigor, "You certainly taste better than some overpriced gourmet meal served by some out of work actor that was ready to ravish you the second I left the table."
"Then it was a good thing you didn't leave my side," she cooed as his hands caressed her suddenly bare legs as they travel up her body, "Because ravishing me is your job."
"Mine and only mine," he stated possessively as he sunk back into her as he captured her lips roughly.
"Chuck," she gasped for air.
"Blair," he groaned hungrily as he removed the remaining shreds of their clothing and slid into her. They both hissed in pleasure.
"This feels too good," Blair gasped as they settled into a familiar yet frenzied rhythm as she held onto him for the ride.
"Never enough," tumbled from his lips as they kept going.
"Tell me you love me," she requested as she tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck.
"I love you," he responded without missing a heartbeat, "I love you so much."
"I love you too," she added.
"Tell me you're close, Baby," he groaned as he felt the familiar release building within him. He'd never release without her joining him. He never had.
"I'm close," she assured him as his lips crashed down against hers, "Let go. I'm right behind you."
"Never going to happen," he groaned as he fought off the orgasm that threatened, "I'll never sacrifice your pleasure for my own."
A moan escaped deep within her throat as his speed increased.
"Let go, Princess," he whispered, "You know you want too."
His encouragement was exactly what she need as she came immediately, crashing down in wave after wave of pleasure. He released right after her before he collapsed on top of her, both completely spent of energy.
"You should give lessons on how to make love," Blair giggled softly as she held him tight against her.
"Not a chance," he scoffed, "Our bedroom activities are not for the viewing public. They shouldn't even be for the listening public, but there are days were we can't seem to control ourselves and our urges for each other. Besides, I'd hate for the masses to become upset seeing as how hopelessly second rate everyone is compared to me."
"When it comes to the art of sex and making love, your ego is larger than the Goodyear Blimp," she teased.
"And with good reason," he smirked, not taking the bait as he knew she was trying to goad him into an argument which would end with him feeling the need to prove how superior a lover he was. He tried to roll away from her to give her the room that she probably needed, but as always she held him close.
"Don't move," she commanded him as her legs wrapped around him tighter.
"You love feeling me inside you after we've made love, don't you," he realized.
"God yes," she moaned as he shifted slightly so that he was supporting more of his weight with his arms without sacrificing the connection they had in their lower body.
"And why is that?" he asked curiously.
"Because when we're connected is when I feel whole," she stated.
"You are whole without me inside you, Blair," he whispered softly.
"I don't feel whole without you," she admitted, "There are days in which I don't even feel like half of myself."
"We need to talk about this," he stated as his hands grasped her legs and gently released them from around his waist so that he could roll away from her.
"What is there to talk about?" she inquired as she rolled so that her head could rest on his chest as she tried to snuggle against him.
"Blair, I'm Chuck Bass," he stated.
"Trust me, I know," she replied as she looked at him in confusion.
"Seriously, I'm Chuck Bass, and you're Blair Waldorf. We don't need other people in our life to know who we are or to complete us," he stated, "We exist on our own and compliment each other. If you're not feeling whole without me, then we have a problem."
"How could us being together be a problem?" she snapped as she rolled away.
"If us being together causes you to forget who you are . . . that's the problem," Chuck responded, grasping her arm so she couldn't get to far, "We can be what we are together without forgetting who we are away from each other. We should be in each other's lives, not be each other's lives. That's not healthy for either of us."
She felt the tears begin to build in her eyes at his apparent rejection of her.
"Blair, Baby, I don't want to upset you," he continued as he leaned over to begin wiping away the tears that began trailing down her cheeks, "I love you so much, but we have to find the balance between who we are as individuals and who we are as a committed couple. Maybe us living together so soon after starting our relationship was a mistake."
"How can you say that?" she hissed angrily as she pushed him away.
"Because somewhere between us committing to each other and where we are now, you seem to have lost who you are," he stated as he pulled her close, fighting to keep her against him as she struggled to pull away. "You are Blair Waldorf, and I don't want you to ever forget that. I don't want you to forget that person that I fell in love with . . . the person that I fall more in love with each morning when I wake up next to her."
"Well tomorrow morning you can forget it," she stated as she slipped off the bed, flying towards her closet as she began getting dressed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he exclaimed as he saw her pull out a suitcase and begin throwing some of her belongings into it.
"I'm leaving," she snapped.
"What do you mean you're leaving?" he pressed as his heart stopped beating for several moments as her words seemed to stab him in the heart, "You cannot seriously be ending our relationship over this."
"Don't be obserd. I'm not breaking up with you," she snapped, "I'm just leaving for the night. I'm too mad at you to stay here. I need to go somewhere and calm down . . . think things through. We'll talk when I'm done thinking."
"Where will you go?" Chuck asked, his concern for her well being evident in his eyes.
"To the dorms maybe," she shrugged as she zipped up her bag and began rolling it out of their bedroom, "Or back to my mothers. I don't really know yet."
"Please let me know where you end up," he demanded with pleading eyes as he grabbed a hold of her arm preventing her from leaving, "I want to know that you're okay and safe."
"I will," she assured him as she paused momentarily to rise up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly. He thought for a moment that she was changing her mind about leaving, but she pulled away just as the thought entered his mind as she left.
Chuck crumbled immediately to the floor as he broke down in the most painful sob he'd ever felt in his life. The one thing he'd been dreading for the ten months they had been together had happened. She'd left, just like everyone else he'd ever loved in his life had.
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