Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
"Blair, there's sun shining outside," Chuck tried to pry her away from their bed as he pointed towards the mammoth window that was letting the spectacular tropical rays into the bedroom of their private island villa. Since they'd arrived the previous evening, she hadn't wanted to leave the comforts of their bedroom. She'd nearly jumped him as soon their caretaker had left them to settle in. Breakfast was the furthest thing from her mind even though he could feel her stomach being to rumble with hunger.
"I don't care," she shook her head as she continued pecking at his bare chest, "This is exactly where I want to be today."
"What about that sun kissed glow you were intending to work on?"
"I'd much rather have that post-coital glow, or as close to it as I can get," she replied as her lip trailed lower down his chest.
"So very tempting," he responded, "But last night was all about my needs. You have them too. I should do the gentlemanly thing to satisfy them."
"Let me have my fun," she pouted as she continued to roam along his abdomen, "I'm enjoying my very own amusement park, Chuckland."
"Is that all I am to you, a few carnival rides and cheap thrills?" he frowned, as he did his best to sound hurt.
"Oh no," she shook her head quickly, "Chuckland is the most upscale, expensive amusement park in all of the world, with only the most exquisite of rides and tempting treats."
"Are you the ride or the treat?" he snickered as his hand trailed down her spine. She shivered slightly at his touch. "I think it's time to move on to Blairland." Without warming he moved out from underneath her. She was completely caught off guard and fell onto her stomach on the soft bed. His lips blazed a slow trail up her back as he licked his way up her spine, taking detours along the way.
An unladylike moan escaped her lips as he licked the entire length of her spine in one full swoop. "Oh, Chuck," she gasped.
"Too much," he asked quickly as he halted his advances.
"Not enough," she shook her head quickly, rolling onto her back when he threatened to pull away. "Don't stop."
"If you need me to stop, tell me," he looked her deep in the eyes.
"I will," she assured him as she caressed his cheek softly as she marveled at how much further she fell in love with him each day. He had been the perfect boyfriend through this entire ordeal. Everything that she needed, he gave, mostly without her having to verbalize her thoughts.
"You still with me?" he spoke softly as he caressed her stomach softly with two of her fingers, "You seemed to drift off on me for a moment."
"I'm just thinking about how lucky I am," she smiled as she ran her fingers through the hair at his temple, "To be dating the most amazing man in the world."
"You give me far too much credit," he sighed.
"I don't give you enough credit," she corrected him as she placed a finger under his chin and drew his lips to hers. "The patience you have shown these past several months is nothing short of heroic. If they gave out medals for everything you've done for me, it would be the highest honor bestowed upon an individual."
"That would be the Presidential Medal of Freedom," he told her.
"I'm going to write our president a letter to recommend you for it then," she replied, "Because you deserve it."
"The only honor I need is the one that has you at my side," he responded.
"So amazing," she marveled as she kissed him again. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"It's so quiet here," Blair replied as they finally made their way towards the beach to soak in the sun after spending all morning and into the afternoon in bed. "The Hamptons is quiet, but not this quiet. It's like we're the only two people in the world."
"You aren't very far off on this island," he replied, "We're two of five, at most."
"You're spoiling me," she smiled as she set aside her textbook to concentrate on him for a few moments.
"Haven't I always," he smiled back as he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. Blair took that as her cue to climb into his chair with him. "We're supposed to be getting some sun."
"And I am," she replied as she straddled his waist with her legs as her arms came around his shoulders, "My backside is fully exposed to the sun."
"But I'm in nothing but shadows," he told her as he brushed the hair away from her face, "People will think you've gone on a weekend vacation without me."
"You're legs are still exposed," she replied as she began nibbling on his collarbone, "They'll get a little color."
"Which no one will see as I wear pants to the office everyday," he replied.
"You should have a casual day so you can show off those delicious gams of yours," she suggested.
"Delicious gams," he hollowed with laughter, "Are you telling me I have the legs of a woman?"
"Yes," she giggled. "So nice and shapely. I love watching you strut around our penthouse bare legged."
"When I'm bare legged, I'm usually naked," he pointed out.
"I like that too," her lips curled into a crooked grin.
"Right now, you like anything sexual that I do," he chuckled. "That shower in the Hamptons opened up the floodgates."
"Is that a complaint I'm hearing?" she lifted an eyebrow as she climbed off him and rose to her feet dramatically, "Because we can go back to the hands free way things were for three months if you'd like."
Chuck lunged for her arm and pulled her back onto him. She landed in a heap on top of him, knocking the wind out of him.
"Chuck, are you okay?" she asked in concern as his eyes went wide in pain.
"I'm fine," he gritted out.
"I didn't break a rib, did I?" she inquired as she rubbed his chest affectionately.
"You didn't land that hard," he assured her as she maneuvered in the chair so that her weight was off him.
"I'm sorry," she responded as she began pecking at his chest in hopes of making amends for her awkward landing. "What can I do to make it up to you?"
"One kiss right here," he told her as he tapped at his lips.
"Is that it?" she inquired as she pecked at his lips. "What happened to the devious mind that was so quick to think up a punishment that involved torture and groveling?"
"What can I say?" he shrugged as he ran his finger along her torso, "I'm going soft on you."
"I beg to differ," she smirked as she tapped his lap, the beginnings of an erection evident.
Chuck growled as her actions began to excite him more.
"Sit back, relax, and I'll make you all better," she grinned widely as she began a trail down his chest to the hem of his swim trucks.
"Blair, that's really not necessary," he told her as she hooked her fingers into them and began inching them down his hips, "I'll calm down."
"Why would I want that?" she replied as she continued on with her task as she urged him to lift up his hips to aid in her task. "You're much more fun to play with in your excited state."
Before he could dissuade her, her lips closed around him, taking him in as far as she could. His fingers tangled in her hair as all the fight left him. All he could think about now was how wonderful her mouth felt wrapped around him, expertly working him into a frenzy. He relaxed against the chair as he watched her head bob up and down, her brunette curls acting as a curtain around her face as they tickled at his thighs.
Sooner than he was ready, he felt the familiar fire welling in the pit of his stomach. He was so close, but he wasn't sure if she was comfortable with the accepting his offering as she hadn't been up to this point. "Blair, I'm close."
Her response was to apply more pressure as her tongue swirled over the tip of his head. He couldn't prolong the inevitable any longer as he exploded into her mouth. She continued to milk him for all she could, swallowing eagerly.
As she released him from her mouth, she began kissing a trail back up his chest. Her cheeks were tinted pink. His tangled fingers in her hair proved useful as he urged her mouth to his. He could taste himself as his tongue dueled with hers.
"Chuck, I need you," Blair moaned against his mouth.
Chuck felt as if a bucket of ice water was thrown over his overheated body. He froze against her.
"Please, Chuck, take me," Blair pleaded with him, "Make love to me."
"We're not ready," he told her gently as he caressed her cheek softly, "You're not ready."
"Yes, I am," she whined as she nodded her head vigorously, "I'm so ready. I feel as though I might burst."
"Your hormones are taking control," he insisted as his fingers trailed along her exposed collarbone, "Take a moment to think this through. I promise we'll get there, but only when you're completely comfortable. Until then, we'll keep taking this slow, and in those moments that we cannot stand to take it slow, we'll touch and taste each other as we have for the past few weeks."
"And when that's not enough," she pouted, "Please, Chuck, I need you."
"And I need you," he assured her, "You have no idea how much I want to ignore this feeling in my gut and just pound into you with everything that I have, but I know what will happen if I do. You'll flash back to that night and curl into a ball."
"That's not going to happen," she shook her head, "I'm better. I'm passed all of that."
"I know you want to be," he replied, "But as much as we both want that, you're not."
"Yes, I am," she stated tearfully even though they both knew she wasn't.
"I love you, Blair," Chuck told her.
"I love you too," she added as more tears spilled down her cheeks. "I want to be better for you."
Chuck cradled her in his arms as he whispered comforting words to her. "You'll get there, we'll get you there. We will not give up."
"How much longer can you wait?" she asked.
"As long as I have to," he responded without hesitation, "I will wait forever. Sex with anyone else is no longer an option for me. I love you so much."
"I love you too," she nodded.
"Don't push yourself for me," he told her, "I'm not going anywhere. Those plans that we've made of our life together will happen, but if we need to put a hold on all of that, we will. The most important thing right now is to get you better."
"I don't want to put those plans on hold," she shook her head, "I feel as if I'm put my entire life on hold for too long as it is. I want to move forward. I want us to move forward."
"Okay," he nodded in agreement, "But not at the expense of your emotional well being. We'll continue on with all of our plans. You'll finish college, you'll make a name for yourself in the fashion world, I'll propose, and then we'll get married. We'll do all of that, I promise."
"Which is the most important part. I want to be your wife," she replied, "I want to have that ultimate commitment. I want to know that you and I will be together forever."
"You already know that," he told her as he ran his hand through her hair, smoothing it down in a soothing manner, "Neither of us is giving up on this. We've been put to the ultimate test these past few months, and we're still together. I fully believe this is the hardest test we could ever be put through, and we're going to make it through."
"Let's hope so," she replied as her head came to rest against his chest.
"Blair, is there something about your attack that you haven't told me?" he inquired as he ran a single finger along her back slowly.
"Why are you asking?" she asked as she tensed slightly.
"I went to see Lori on Monday after I dropped you off at school," he confessed.
"You went to see my therapist without me," she growled, "Did you guys talk about how crazy I am?"
"No, he shook his head quickly, "I needed some sort of reassurance that you moving home was going to last. I'm a pessimist, Blair, remember. Nothing wonderful in my life has ever lasted. Being with you these past couple of years has been the most wonderful years of my life, but . . ."
". . . how long can it last," she filled in the hesitation, "So all of that nonsense about me making you those promises, I have to make them, you don't."
"That's not what I'm saying," he responded, "I've made you those promises."
"But you don't trust me enough to keep up my side of the deal," she guessed.
"Stop putting words in my mouth," he growled. He paused for a moment to take a deep breath. "I know you intend to hold up your end of things, as I do, but things happen, life happens. How do I know that you won't find someone else down the road that gives you the same feelings that I do without all the complications?"
"That would require actually looking for it," she replied, "I'm not, nor do I ever want to. Are you ever going to trust me? Really trust me?"
"I want to," he replied, "I want to so much, but . . ."
"This has Bart written all over it," Blair growled, "He's your father and I will always be grateful for the part that he played in giving you life, but I will hate him for how he's messed you up. For you and me to work, really work and have that future that we both, you have to start trusting me, unconditionally."
"And you have to trust me," he replied, "What aren't you telling me about that night? Did the guards really get there in time?"
"Barely," she nodded as tears sprung to her eyes.
"Then what is it?" Chuck encouraged her.
"It was embarrassing . . . being found," she admitted softly as she turned to look away. "I was nearly naked. My clothes were torn to shreds. One of the guards gave me the shirt of his back, but I'd never felt so exposed as I was in that moment. I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out."
"I'm sorry, Beautiful," he told her as he put his arms around her to prove the comfort she needed.
"All I wanted at that moment was for you to put your arms around me and tell me everything was going to be okay," she replied as she buried her head into his chest, "But you were so far away."
"I'm here now," he told her as he kissed her forehead, "And everything is going to be okay."
"I feel safe now," she stated as she burrowed her head even further into his chest, "As safe as I've ever felt. I didn't think I'd ever get back to that."
"I didn't think we'd get back to that either," he admitted as he brushed the hair off her shoulder, "But here we are."
She nodded as she kissed his chest softly before settling herself against him again. She could hear his heart beating. She could feel his familiar heat. She could smell his natural musty scent. He was her anchor once again. Little by little, they were getting back to what they were.
TBC . . .