August 10th
New York City
Chuck and Jack's plane had just touched down and they had gathered their carry ons and were exiting the plane. Their flight had been delayed an hour and it was already 11 PM in the city. They walked out of the terminal and into the staggering heat that was indicative of an August in New York even this late at night and began scanning the rows of cars lined up in the arrivals lane. Chuck spotted the license plate they were searching for and began to move toward the vehicle, signaling Jack to follow. The door to the town car opened and Nate stepped out.
"Chuck, Jack, how was your flight?" Nate asked while patting Chuck on the shoulder.
"If I don't ever fly commercial again it would be far to soon," Jack mumbled slipping into the car and lowering his sunglasses upon his face again.
"All I want is my bed and Empire room service and I can be set for months," Chuck groaned while throwing his bag into the trunk and then sliding into the car.
"You two just got back from a summer traveling everywhere and anywhere and all you can do is bitch and moan," Nate commented. "I was on a high for a week after visiting you in China."
"Literally," Chuck whispered leaning back into the leather seats.
"Jack where are we dropping you at?" Nate asked.
"I have a room at The Mark. I'll be staying there till further notice," he grumbled while turning on his side and trying to resume drowning out the conversation.
"Driver, stop at The Mark," Nate instructed before turning his attention back to Chuck. "You want to know something weird. I was sitting on the couch about an hour and a half ago playing x-box and all the sudden I hear the elevator ding. I turn around and standing there key card in hand is none other then Blair holding a bag, dropping stuff off in the kitchen and passing me with a mere "Hi Nate" before running off into your room."
Chuck raised his eyebrows before turning his head to stare off out the window without saying a word.
"Explain," Nate stated seriously.
"Nathaniel we have never really been big on the talk about your issues thing unless its a dire situation. Blair and I are working on things, together and that's the end of it," Chuck replied listlessly.
"So you guys are back together?" Nate asked confused.
"What is the obsession with the title? It is what it is okay?" Chuck spewed.
"Someone is a little on edge," Nate retorted.
"I was just on a seven hour flight turned eight. I haven't eaten all day and drank on an empty stomach. I am tired and now I have to go home and have engage in psychological warfare with one of the few people I know on this earth that is more able to read between the lines then I am," he offered back.
"I didn't know that you left her card activated," he stated boldly while cocking his head to the side in amusement.
"Leave it alone," Chuck mumbled.
Nate looked at Chuck and shook his head before scrolling through his phone. "I think I'm going to spend the night elsewhere tonight. I remember what it was like when you and Blair were dating before and I would rather not endure an evening of listening to...well listening to that."
"Nate you don't have to leave your own place," Chuck said.
"Oh no, just think of it as a favor," he laughed back.
They dropped Jack off at his hotel with the agreement that they would meet for lunch tomorrow and discuss the intel that they were to receive in morning from their New York crew they had assembled and headed to the Empire. The car pulled up and Chuck let out a deep sigh before moving to open the door.
"Man, really is everything okay?" Nate asked sheepishly.
"Peachy."
"I thought this was what you wanted. You and Jack seem to be heading in the right direction in regards to Bart. You had an awesome summer and made a whole bunch of cash and you get to come home to Blair. What are you so down about?" he asked.
"It's nothing," Chuck mumbled.
"Whatever you say. I'll come back tomorrow once your gone to lunch with Jack," Nate replied.
Chuck nodded and opened the door and stepped out. He stared up at the hotel and couldn't help but think that it looked so different since he had left for the summer. He walked inside into the lobby and nodded to the door man and women at the reception desk. He heard various staff members around him mumbling their hello's but kept walking without saying a word. He reached the elevators and took the lift up, sliding his penthouse key. He leaned against the elevator wall and watched the numbers lighting up in ascending order. He should have stopped down at the bar or his office even, given himself sometime to think up a game plan. That had been his intention upon the flight but the mission seemed to elude him. The ding brought him back to reality and he stepped into his suite.
The lights were dimmed and he saw a full spread of food across the kitchen counter with champagne and glasses untouched. He set his bags down on the floor and looked into the living room and spotted Blair fast asleep on the couch with her hair dangling over the edge of the arm rest. He walked over and observed her peaceful sleeping form. He smiled at the image of her and leaned down near her and gently kissed her cheek causing her to stir.
"Hey," he whispered into her ear and her eyes begin to flitter open.
"Chuck, your home," she mumbled sitting up. "I must have dozed off. What time is it?"
"Late," he replied while taking a seat next to her on the couch. She sat up slightly and applied a kiss to his lips.
"Uh, I can't believe I fell asleep. I got us dinner from The Lion," she began to explain and stand up as Chuck pulled her back down onto the couch.
"It's my fault, my flight ran late and traffic was horrible," he countered wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Please, I had this all planned. It was suppose to be perfect," she stated sitting up fully and kissing his cheek. "Let me warm all this up and we can have a nice dinner together." She stood from the couch and grabbed his hands pulling him up and leading him into the kitchen.
"Who am I to refuse watching Blair Waldorf slave over a stove?" Chuck drolly stated walking with her and taking a seat on a stool at the counter.
"I ordered all your favorites. I'll warm up the lobster pies, why don't you start in on the blue fin tuna?" she asked grabbing the plate and putting it in front of him before turning the oven on. "You want something to drink?"
Chuck stared at her with a puzzled look. "Has Dorota been giving you lessons in being domestic?"
"No, I just wanted to do something nice for you is that so hard to believe," she asked with a smirk.
Chuck shook his head and offered her a smile before picking up his fork and beginning to eat.
"Champagne?" she asked.
"I'll get it," he proposed standing up. "Sit, eat your salad." He walked over and popped the cork and poured two glasses and handed her one. The oven beeped and he placed the pies in before taking his seat back next to her. They clinked glasses and each took a sip.
"Were finally home," she spoke breathily moving closer to him and placing her hand on his leg. He moved his hand down and interlocked his fingers with hers and smiled. "Oh my god, I didn't even get a chance to tell you. Serena called me finally," Blair said with a grin.
"About that..." Chuck began.
"Oh, don't worry everything is fine. She went off on some random quest to find herself and blah blah blah. Typical Serena fashion, she loses her phone. Probably ran around wearing sandals and jean shorts all summer, eh. Whatever she will be home Monday night and I can get everything out of her then."
"Blair, I need to talk to you about something," Chuck noted seriously.
Blair placed her fork down and turned her stool facing toward him completely. "Why do I have a feeling I am not going to like the sound of this?"
"It's about Argentina," he muttered. Her eyes narrowed on him and she pulled her hand from his grasp and placed both of hers folded in her lap. "Well?" she asked after a few moments of silence.
Chuck scooted to the edge of the stool a bit and clasped his hands on the counter, he let out a large sigh before turning to face her again. "The friend. It, well, it was Serena," he mumbled.
"Excuse me?"
"I went to see Serena. I had spoken with her and she was going through a bit of a rough patch. She needed some help with some unforeseen circumstances and I lent an ear and some assistance," he tried to remain collected while explaining.
"You knew where she was this entire time," Blair accused exhaustedly. "You knew I was going insane looking for her. Lily still doesn't even know where she is. Why would you hide this from me," her voice was raising with each sentence that was passing.
"Blair, she asked me to keep it to myself," he offered.
"God forbid you disappoint her," she exclaimed standing up and walking over to the oven.
"Blair," Chuck said turning his stool to face her. She pulled the pies out of the oven and threw them onto the stove top.
"You lied to me. Continuously and effortlessly," she stated not turning toward him.
"I'm sorry and it was not without effort. It was killing me," he said.
"Your sorry? That's all you have to say? What in the hell was so important that she called you about?" Blair spat.
"Not my secret to tell," he mumbled looking at her sullenly.
"So you decide to tell me this why? If your not going to tell the whole truth why bother?"
"I'm not lying. I'm omitting details that are not mine to share."
"You went and saw my missing best friend less then twenty four hours before you showed up at my father's house," she retorted turning around at him with anger radiating off her face.
"I'm coming clean now okay? I made a mistake, you of all people should understand," he retorted. She looked at him and shook her head in disbelief.
"Is that what this is going to be now? Tit for tat? You just expect me to accept this on the basis of everything that has come before? If you want to sit down and make a list I'm pretty sure we would come up close to even on whose screwed who more," she yelled walking past him and grabbing her purse from the couch.
"Blair, stop," Chuck demanded as he stood up from his seat and placed himself in front of her to stop her from proceeding toward the elevator.
"Move," she stated, staring him in the eyes.
"Make me," he countered. She clenched her fists together and began tossing them against his chest but Chuck could feel that she wasn't applying the full amount of pressure she really would have if she wanted him to clear the way. He grabbed her wrists and brought her hands down slowly, placing them at her sides before staring her in the eyes and raising his eyebrows.
She threw her hands up in the air and tossed her purse onto the floor before walking back and taking her seat again. She grabbed her fork and began to eat her salad again, not looking anywhere in Chuck's vicinity.
Chuck took a deep breath and walked back and sat next to her and began eating his meal again. They ate in silence, both staring forward. Upon finishing her salad Blair got up and retrieved the pies and tossed Chuck's on the counter in front of him before placing hers down and taking a bite. She grabbed her champagne and took a long swig before reaching for the bottle and filling her glass again to the rim.
Chuck began watching her actions and finally set his fork down and turned toward her.
"The comment was out of line. I apologize for it," he finally relented.
She sighed deeply before turning to him. "Thank you."
"It wasn't right for me to say that well in those terms. Obviously there is still some wounds that haven't quite healed," he mumbled.
"That's understandable. I shouldn't have reacted that way," she offered nonchalantly.
He stared at her and laughed to himself slightly. "Did we honestly just have a fight and resolve it without presents or sexual favors?"
"See we are maturing," she giggled. "But, I wouldn't call that fight resolved exactly. I'll have to speak to Serena and collaborate your stories before I give you minimal accountability."
Chuck rolled his eyes at her, "I'll accept it. Really I'm sorry for lying."
"You were the one that called it omission right?" she asked sullenly.
"Just talk to Serena okay?" he asked passively.
"We are suppose to be celebrating," she stated ignoring his previous statement and moving to kiss his lips and wrapping her arms around his neck.
He moaned lightly against her lips standing up and pulling her with him. "I think we should take dessert in my room," he suggested wrapping his arms around her waist and leading her backwards.
"Hum, lucky for you I already set that up prior to your arrival," she stated seductively pulling him at a quicken pace and closing the door once they had reached the room.
He broke from the kiss slightly to take in the atmosphere of the room. There were candles lit everywhere and a tray with deserts near the end of the bed. He smiled at her before pulling her back into the kiss.
"I had planned to be dressed in something a little more appropriate than this," she whispered while continuing to push him back toward the bed till his legs hit.
"I appreciate your effort but it would be off soon anyways," he groaned turning her quickly and pushing her onto the bed. She gasped deeply and stared up at him as he unbuttoned his shirt and descended on her in few shift motions.
"It's been a month," Blair mumbled pulling him down and flush against her while wrapping her legs around his waist.
"You are wearing far to many clothes," he whispered as he pulled her blouse over her head and began to lavish her neck with kisses before moving and paying the same attention to her chest. His hand reached behind and he unclasped her bra and pulled it off. Reaching up he kneaded her breasts before grabbing one in his hand and beginning to suck gently, eliciting moans from her. She ran her hands through his hair pulling slightly and rocking her hips to meet his.
He paid the same attention to her other breast before moving down and rubbing her hands across her stomach as he applied small gentle kisses. His mouth came down to the top of her skirt and he reached for zipper and began to unzip it slowly while still kissing her stomach. He pulled it slowly down her body applying kisses all down her legs as he went until it was off completely and hooked his fingers underneath her lacy black underwear and yanked it off. Chuck alternated between kissing and nipping at her thighs before reaching her center and blowing lightly.
Her breathing intensified and he looked up to see her head thrown back waiting in anticipation for the moment where his mouth met her. He slowly moved in using his tongue in between her folds before applying a single finger into her. She let out a breath she had been holding and moaned as he made work of his task.
Minutes later he felt her walls begin to clench around his hand and he pulled out quickly causing her to whimper. He quickly undid his belt and pushed his pants down before centering himself on top of her. She looked up at his through hooded eyes and pulled him back down into a kiss before shifting her body so that she threw him down and climbed on top of him. She slowly lowered herself onto him and leaned down kissing him as she adjusted to the invasion on her body.
After a few moments she begin to move her hips and felt him coming up to meet her thrusts. Her hands clawed at his chest as his hands came up to grasp her hips tightly and hold her firmly in place against him. She felt his hands digging into her backside causing her to moan more and push her body into a full on straight up position and throwing her head back as she rode him with abandon. They continued on this way for sometime before Blair began rising and falling upon him rapidly as she felt the coiling in her stomach that signified that she was close to pushing over the edge. She heard his breathing increasing rapidly and his legs beginning to become stiff as she rode him out into both their orgasms and fell down upon his chest gasping.
"That was amazing," Chuck murmured while pushing her hair to one side and kissing her forehead. He pulled her tight against him while still inside of her and she sighed contently against his chest while peppering him with kisses. "Always is," she responded cheekily.
"As much as I would love to repeat that performance, I have a breakfast with some potential buyers tomorrow," Blair stated sleepily as she cuddled against Chuck and began to doze off.
"Hum, I have to meet Jack for lunch but why don't you come back here after breakfast," he asked. "We still have some things we need to talk about."
"Talk later. Sleep now," Blair mumbled moving her head onto his shoulder and cuddling into him. He wrapped his arms around her body and kissed her forehead as they both drifted off to sleep.