Chapter 50
On Christmas morning, Blair started to stir from the first vestiges of sleep as she sensed the first rays of the morning daylight filtering in through their bedroom windows, despite the drapes being drawn closed so that the bedroom slightly resembled a cave. A Bass Cave, as Chuck sometimes teasingly referred to it as.
As she tried to move, Blair suddenly realized that there was an arm thrown casually albeit possessively across her, above her abdomen and just below her breasts, and a leg thrown over her hip, with his knee pressing into leg just above her kneecap, his foot tangled between her feet, and his strong thigh resting on her pelvis. Blair soon realized that during the night, Chuck had possessively cuddled around her, treating her like his personal giant teddy bear or body pillow, as he sometimes did if he wanted to hold her but was too tired for sex.
Knowing how busy they'd been in the past week preparing for the Holidays and going to work as well as attending their companies' Christmas parties, and then making sure the living room was ready for Christmas morning the next day, Blair knew that was the case. As she tried to move, she realized that Chuck had her trapped where he wanted her, as his subconscious hold on her seemed to tighten as he snored in her ear.
The location of his leg was especially precarious because every time she moved, she'd rub her pelvis against his thigh and thus would send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. They hadn't actually had sex in almost a week because of the busyness of life, so just rubbing against her husband's thigh was enough to spurn the embers of pleasure at least a little bit, so since Chuck had her well and surely trapped but was still asleep, Blair decided to get her pleasure where she could and began intentionally grinding herself against his thigh until she could feel the course hair that grew on his leg through his thin silk pajama pants and her silk nightie.
She was just starting to get there, when Chuck groaned in her ear "Hmmm...if you wanted your Christmas gift...all you needed to do was ask..." as he flexed his hips and ground his hardening member against her hip.
"Well...you were asleep...and you had me trapped...so I thought I'd wake you up such as how you wake me up...Its only fair..." she replied.
"By dry humping my leg? Interesting tactic...because it worked...as you can tell...I'm up..." he seductively retorted as he flexed himself against her hip.
"Ha ha...indeed you are dear...in more ways than one...but my dry humping your leg has caused me to have to go to the bathroom..." she sighed.
"Oh really? Piss or shit?" he chuckled.
"Pee!" she said.
"Hmm...as I thought." he replied.
"That's why you have to let me go to the bathroom." she commanded.
"Nuh...uh...you're not going anywhere...I'm not gonna let ya..." he seductively teased as he rolled on top of her, thus completely trapping her with his body.
"But Chuck, I have to go! If you don't let me up I might pee on you!" she threatened.
"Really? Well I don't care...pee on me all you want...you'd just be marking your territory...me!" he seductively chuckled as he kissed her neck.
"WHAT?! You actually WANT me to pee on you?" she gasped.
"I don't care...it actually might be kinda hot watching you try!" he mused.
"Ew! Chuck you're gross!" she cringed.
"Ha ha...well it'd only be fair play since I pissed on you once before after had sex with me when I had to go..." he replied.
"Well...I'm sorry about that...I didn't realize you had to go that badly." she apologized, slightly sarcastically.
"Yes...that's why I'm giving you my Christmas present now...then if you still have to go, you can afterwards...I'll be fast..." he mused, as he proceeded to distract her with a kiss.
Blair soon was distracted by her husband's kiss, as his sensuous mouth began to make love with hers, biting and nipping at each other's lips, as her slight urge to urinate dissipated slightly while they snaked their hands underneath each other's bed clothes with the stronger urge to make love. They soon were making love in quick succession, momentarily satisfying their basest desires, with Chuck collapsing on top of her after only a few moments, and rolling them over so that she could control the next round, when there was suddenly a knock on the door. Reluctantly, Blair disengaged herself from Chuck, who was still turgid and turned on as he lay on their bed, and straightened her gown to answer the door. It was one of the servants wishing them Merry Christmas and informing them that their children were waking up.
When Blair walked back to the bed carrying their son, Chuck groaned and tried to cover himself with a bed sheet as he greeted his boy.
"Look who came to wish us a Merry Christmas, dear. But aw son, it looks like daddy has a bit of a problem, don't you daddy?" Blair teased as she handed their son to Chuck.
"Not if mommy would only come back here and finish what she started. It would only take a few moments..." he growled.
"Not if mommy doesn't want to put on a free demonstration for her son on how to have sex! He could be scarred for life!" she retorted.
"Oh like any Bass man, he can handle sex...at least from an observation standpoint. Why if he hasn't seen it yet, its high time he did, he isn't getting any younger!" Chuck replied.
"What do you mean by that? He's only a year old!" Blair gasped.
"Well he's younger than I was." he replied.
"And how old were you?" she asked skeptically.
"I think I was all of two years old when I caught my father having sex with one of his women...and I turned out fine...because I'm Chuck Bass!" he pondered for a moment, then slyly replied.
"I rest my case!" she coyly teased as she walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
While Blair was in the bathroom, Chuck threw a robe on and carried their son back to the nursery to see if his daughter was awake too. The little girl was already awake, rolling over in the crib and pushing herself around in an effort to crawl around the bed. Chuckling to himself, Chuck lowered the side of the crib and lifted his infant daughter out with one arm, while he still held his son with the other. Balancing two children at once was quite the fete, but Chuck did it as he started to leave the nursery with both children and met Blair in the hallway.
"Ah there you are my love! And who do you have with you? Two at once? Ooh my big strong man! I'm impressed." she asked as she greeted him.
"Well these two just couldn't wait to see what we brought them last night." he replied.
"What Santa brought, don't you mean?" she retorted.
"Yeah...Santa. Blair I don't know why you have to make the kids believe in Santa Claus!" he chided.
"Oh they're just babies, there's no harm in that! Why I believed in Santa Claus as a child, and so did you!" she replied.
"Well maybe I did...for awhile...but then Santa didn't give me what I wanted for Christmas...so I stopped believing in him." he admitted.
"Oh poor Chuck...and what did Santa forget to bring little Charlie that year? A new pony? A toy Rolls Royce? A new bow tie?" she teased.
"No...all I wanted for Christmas that year...was a mother...but that didn't happen." he sighed, as he carried his son down the stairs.
"Really? Aw..." Blair sighed, feeling sorry that she'd teased him.
"It's nothing...Oh look at the tree! Look who came last night!" Chuck replied, changing the subject and his mood, suddenly becoming more jovial.
"Yes Matthew, Tatum, look...Santa Claus came! Ooh look at all the gifts!" Blair cooed as she got into the holiday spirit and tried to get the children's attention.
"Ho ho hoooo?" little Matt cried as his eyes grew big at the tree with the gifts and he started to squirm to reach for it all.
"Yes Santa Claus came! Ho ho ho!" Chuck laughed as he imitated Santa a bit and jiggled his son and the little boy giggled.
Blair laughed at the scene too and tried to engage her daughter, but she just blinked and stared at everything, as any other baby her age would do.
They then sat down and began opening gifts for the kids and to each other, until the entire floor was covered in wrapping paper and toys. The children got more than enough, with a few surprises that they didn't know they'd bought for their children. Blair slightly bemoaned the fact that Chuck had actually purchased Koda the Triceratops as well as Monty the T-Rex, despite the fact their son was still too young for either toy, however one toy she'd bought their son Chuck had a minor issue with.
"Blair, you bought our son a dump truck?" he asked skeptically.
"Sure! He's a little boy, so why not? Anyway he's not any truck, watch this..." Blair slyly replied as she flipped the switch to turn the truck on.
Suddenly the truck sprang to life and made noise when Blair said "Hello Chuck." The truck said "I'm Chuck the Talking Dump Truck ready at your service...Beep...beep!" as it rolled toward her.
"'Chuck the Talking Dump Truck?' Really Blair?" Chuck sighed, sarcastically sour.
"Ha ha! Oh I thought it was so cute! Every time you say his name, he'll follow you around...or our son around as the case may be! I thought it was perfect!" she laughed.
"Yeah but the truck's name is my name! Now every time our son hears my name he'll think of a toy truck!" he sarcastically moaned.
"Oh I doubt it. It's just a toy, no big deal. Anyway we don't even have to turn it on when he plays with it...although its more fun if you do!" she laughed.
After the children's gifts, Chuck and Blair opened their gifts to each other, some of which included new pajamas, underclothes, shirts, cologne, and so forth, as well as the Beatles Rockstar game for Chuck, and La Pearla underclothes, Falke Stockings, Pierre Hermes macaroons, Chanel No. 5 perfume, a cashmere sweater, and a Hermes handbag for Blair, among other things. They both loved their gifts, although Blair always expected more, so while Chuck was relaxing on the couch after brunch, she prodded him a bit.
"Mmm...Charles my darling...I loved the gifts that you gave me...but as you always know...I always want more..." she playfully whined.
"Oh you weren't satisfied with the stockings and the perfume and such?" he asked.
"They were fine...but I've grown accustomed to getting something sparkly at the holidays...if you know what I mean...or at least something more..." she sighed.
"Something more? Hmm...what about what I gave you this morning? Didn't you like that little gift?" he mused.
"This morning? Oh that...well it was fun while it lasted but unfortunately it didn't last very long. No I want something tangible." she moaned.
"Oh you wound me Waldorf! All right, why don't you open your hands and close your eyes and I will give you a big surprise!" he teased as he reached behind the couch for his gift to her.
"Oh dear I could only imagine!" she sighed as she held out her hand.
"You'll like it, you'll see!" he replied as he handed her a gift.
She opened her eyes and saw the leather box he'd handed her. When she opened the box, she gasped "Oh darling, it's beautiful! You shouldn't have!" as she withdrew the diamond necklace and he helped her put it on.
"Oh but I should have. As I've said before, something this beautiful deserves something that's worthy of it's beauty...and that's you! But the necklace isn't all, check underneath." he replied as he stroked her cheek and gave her a kiss.
"Okay...ooh look at this...a deed to a vacation house in Bora Bora? Oh Chuck, you shouldn't have! Although when can we go?" she laughed.
"Ha ha, any time you're available! Just let me know and I'll clear my schedule..." he mused.
"Mmm...how about at the end of next month? I definitely want to go while its still cold out around here." she replied.
"That sounds good to me...I'll just have to have my secretary clear my schedule so that we can do just that. So what do you say about that?" he mused.
"Thank you my love. And your secretary better be able to clear your schedule...or else she'll be having to deal with an angry Blair...and she wouldn't like me when I'm angry." she teased.
"Ha ha...I can imagine! Hmm...an angry Blair...that is something I always love to see." he teased.
"Don't tread on thin ice Bass!" she teased.
"Aw...but that's the most fun!" he mused as he rubbed her back and prompted her to naturally acquiesce to him. They cuddled together on the couch for awhile, watching the lights from the Christmas tree and the fire in the fireplace, until they fell asleep spooned together.
~o~o~o~o~
Awhile later, Blair could hear her daughter fussing a bit because she needed fed or changed, so by a good mother's instinct, she rolled off the couch to take care of her baby, while Chuck slept on. Slightly groggy, she walked over to the portable crib and lifted her daughter out, carrying her to the bathroom to change her since Chuck claimed the smell of baby poop and soggy diapers turned his stomach if he smelled it too much.
After changing her daughter's diaper, and using the bathroom herself, Blair carried Tatum back to the living room and settled them both into Chuck's Barcolounger so that she could breastfeed her daughter a bit. Relaxing a bit as she fed her daughter, marveling at the adorable creature her daughter was with her rosebud lips, pert little nose, and somewhat curly dark hair...a baby that was mostly Waldorf with a little Bass thrown in at places too (couldn't miss that jawline), Blair glanced around the room at her family and the general state of the room.
To say the room was a mess would be an understatement. It was a near disaster, with paper, toys, and gifts strewn everywhere it seemed and Blair bemoaned the idea of even cleaning it up! Especially since Chuck would be reluctant to help since he was so spoiled. It was then that she was thankful for the help of their servants. After seeing past the general state of the living room, Blair noticed the state of her family members, who were more important than the messy room anyway. Little Matthew was still sleeping in his portable crib, although she wondered if he needed his diaper changed too. Another thing to check on, she mentally pondered.
Glancing from the direction of her son, she moved her eyes toward the couch, and just like the year before, Chuck was laying curled up there, snoring away. His hair was a bit of a mess, his mouth was hanging open a little, the front of his pajamas was matted and wrinkled from where she'd been sleeping beside him, the top few buttons on his pajama top were undone so that part of his chest and belly were exposed, and speaking of exposure the front of his pajama pants were gaping open and his penis and balls were about ready to fall out...just like the year before! He was even starting to grow slightly hard as she glanced at him.
Watching Chuck sleep like that was like waiting for a disaster to happen, as he shifted slightly and grew harder, coming closer and closer to entirely exposing himself while he slept on the couch. She wanted to help save him from embarrassment, in case Dorota or another maid walked into the room, but Tatum wasn't done nursing yet...and a sneaky part of Blair wanted to see him fall out just for fun. Even though Chuck was a hot mess, he was her hot sleeping mess, as she watched him sleep, anticipating when or if Chuckie Jr would come out and play, turning herself on as well as she watched.
Suddenly her son started to make noise, as if he wanted changed or fed, and since her daughter was starting to nod off, Blair laid Tatum down in her crib to sleep, then went and checked on Matt, changing his wet diaper as quickly as possible. As she gave Matt a toy to occupy himself in the crib she glanced towards her husband, who'd rolled over and was now sleeping with his back facing outward, although now part of his back was exposed, just above the waistband of his pajamas, where she could see the freckles and moles on the skin of his lower back and almost the cleft of his Bass ass.
Rolling her eyes and chuckling to herself, Blair picked up a blanket to cover up her husband, but as she approached him, he rolled back over again and what she feared would happen did. His hardening genitals fell out of the gaping fly of his pajamas in all their Bassian glory...just like what so often happened in bed. Laughingly sighing, Blair reached down to tuck him back into his pajama pants, causing him to groan in mock protest.
"Mmm...what are you doing?" he sleepily groaned.
"Shhh...just tucking you back in so that you don't embarrass yourself." she laughed.
"I don't get embarrassed...I'm Chuck Bass..." he groaned.
"Well I get embarrassed...and jealous! I don't want Dorota or any of the other maids seeing...you and the rest of your Bassian glory!" she teasingly admonished him.
"Bassian glory, aye? Well if you keep stroking me like this...you'll get Bassian glory all over your pretty nightgown...although I'd love to help you take care of that..." he hissed.
"What? Oh I'm sure you would!" she sarcastically quipped, then gasped as she realized that she'd been caressingly stroking him instead of putting him back into his pajamas.
"Oh you!" she scowled as she brusquely tried to stuff him back into his pajamas, but he laughed and lazily drawled "No...not yet...have sex with me..."
"What?" she gasped.
"Yes...I want to make it up to you...for what happened this morning..." he drawled as he rubbed her hip.
"I'd like to Chuck...but what about the kids? What if they see or hear us?" she inquired.
"They're our children, love, think about it. I doubt they'd mind..." he said as he lazily caressed her.
"Well then...it's a good thing I brought these along...isn't it Santa Bass..." she teased as she handed him the box of condoms she'd given him for Christmas.
"Ah yes...well darling you have the honor of placing it on me...my little ho ho ho..." he teased as he shot her a lazy smirk.
"Ah so is that what you're calling me? Well this little ho ho ho, wants Santa Bass to stuff her stocking very well, if you know what I mean..." she teased as she rolled the condom on him.
"Ah indeed I do!" he chuckled as he rolled her underneath him, lifted her gown, and took her right then.
They made love as well as they could horizontal on a couch, with Chuck collapsing on top of Blair, kissing her neck and resting after their favorite type of physical activity. Blair massaged the back of his neck with her fingers, leaning up to kiss the side of his jaw, hearing him let out a satisfying growl from deep within. At the same time she rubbed her body against his, feeling a sensuous tightening in her gut as rubbed her exposed breasts against his exposed chest with its growth of hair that proclaimed his virility and always turned her own. (In the back of her mind she briefly wondered how she ever thought having sex with young, smooth chested Nate, or any other boy, would be more sensual than Chuck Bass and his manly self.) She ran her hands along the muscles on his back, feeling his pajama top pull away from his skin with its slight perspiration from his workout with her, and contentedly sighed as she massaged him there.
To Chuck, it was the best of both worlds, having Blair like that underneath him. He could have her all soft and smooth and nearly naked under him, and still make love to her while wearing his pajamas. Just unbutton a few buttons to expose his chest and pull himself out of his fly...and voila he was ready to go. Blair rubbing her bare breasts against his chest and burying them in his chest hair as she was purring in his ear like a cat just made him all the more contented and happy, making this Christmas a great one indeed...as he accompanied her sigh with another lazy stroke, giving his wife really something to purr about. He loved that his wife seemed just as turned on by his body as he was by hers', despite the fact that they both had body image issues to some degree...hence why he almost always wore pajamas of some sort to bed.
Chuck eased his chest off of hers a bit and stared down from where he could sort of see where their bodies were connected, tracing upward the rest of their bodies past bellies and chests with his eyes, until he got up to her face and was staring at her in the eye, giving her one of his infamous sly smirks.
"Chuck, what's that look for?" Blair teasingly pondered.
"Oh...just that I have you exactly where I want you, the way I want you...and I was just admiring the view...and what a view it is, wouldn't you say?" he mused as he glanced down.
Blair glanced downward and saw too how her breasts and abdomen looked reflected beneath his manly bare chest and abdomen above, glancing all the way down to where they were connected at the waist. "Mmm...yes quite the view...even though my abs aren't what they used to be. You look good though...but...Chuck, you left your pajamas on again? You lazy ass!" she sarcastically moaned.
"What? I was cold...and it was quicker this way...the door was already open for business...so I just seized the opportunity...and the Bass come out to play..." he chuckled.
"Yeah but...ah only you Chuck only you...can get away with having sex through the fly of your pajamas and still be a great lover...for the most part." Blair chuckled back.
"For the most part?" he asked.
"Oh yes...there's always room for improvement in my book." she teased.
"Well...I'll have to take that into consideration..." he mused as he nibbled at her neck.
"Indeed...but first you have to quit being such a lazy ass about sex and your pajamas." she teased.
"Oh...but you know that's how I roll...If you surprise me, and I'm in my pajamas, and I'm cold...I make accommodations..." he replied.
"Yeah, you keep your's on, and leave me nude under you!" she sighed.
"That's how I like you...I like to have every inch of your beautiful body within reach..." he mused as he stroked her body with his hands.
"But I like to touch you too...to feel your body against mine..." she whined.
"I unbuttoned my shirt...isn't that enough?" he mused.
"It's a good start...but it's not enough..." she whined.
"Not enough?" he mockingly whine back. "Poor baby...well I'll make it up to you...but are you sure you want me to flash my bare, fat ass here on the living room couch?" he mused.
"Oh...maybe you're right. But the next time we're alone in bed, no more lazy ass Bass. No more pjs!" she admonished him.
"No more B-J's? Oh you wound me Waldorf!" he mockingly moaned.
"Pjs, not BJ's?! Oh Bass what am I gonna do with you?" she sarcastically rolled her eyes and groaned.
"Ha ha...well I have a few ideas..." he mused as he flexed his hips again and momentarily distracted her, causing her to shutter.
"Oooh...indeed you do...Chuck..." she moaned.
"Mmm...yes...well I'll agree to your idea if you'll agree to mine, darling." he poised.
"What's your idea?" she sighed.
"Hmm...well I've scratched your itch...so now you can scratch mine..." he chuckled, then seductively whispered in her ear "Scratch my aaasss..."
"What?!" she gasped nearly laughing.
"I've scratched your itch...so you can scratch mine..." he teased.
"But...ah...my itch? You mean sex? Scratch your ass? You're crude, Bass!" she retorted.
"Yes...and you love it...and so do I..." he replied.
"Well if I scratch you...you'll agree to not be lazy the next time we make love?" she asked as she rubbed her hands along his back, slipping her fingers under the waistband of his pajamas.
"Yes..." he sighed as he let out a contented growl as she scratched him.
Blair sighed too as she wrapped her hands around her man, feeling his skin on his buttocks twitch under her fingernails as she scratched him where he did feel a little rashy under his body hair there. Ah the things she had to do for her husband sometimes. Still, she was curious about his rash and why his skin felt so hot, so she asked him.
"Hmm...does that feel good hun?" she asked as she felt him acquiesce in agreement.
"That's good...still what's up with the rash, Chuck? You haven't been messing around on us, have you?" she asked seriously, digging her fingers into the side of his cheek, to which he stared her in the eye and replied defensively "No!"
"That's good...but still, what's up with the diaper rash? Do I need to rub some of the children's Desatin on your butt?" she teased as she gave him a playful spank.
"Ha ha no...though if it would feel good..." he teased.
"Oh Chuck! Seriously...I want to know what's wrong?" she sighed teasingly.
"I don't know. I visited my doctor and it's not a flare up of any...STD...or anything. He isn't sure what it is, except maybe stress...or an allergy to something. Maybe I'm allergic to you?" he replied, teasing a bit at the end.
"Me?! I hope not Bass! Anyway if you'd be allergic to me, it wouldn't be your ass with the rash." she teased.
"Ha ha...yeah I guess you're right." he laughed.
"I am. Anyway it must be an allergy to something else. I'll have to ask one of the maids or your dry cleaners if they've changed any of their detergent or cleaning solutions lately. Unless it is stress...how's work been going lately?" she asked, whispering in his ear.
"Oh...the last few weeks have been quite tendentious to say the least..." he sighed as he told how a few deals weren't operating as smoothly as they should be at Bass Industries, revealing dramatic moments that she'd had no idea about and were enough to stress out even the hardiest person. The fact that Chuck had kept it internalized over the brunt of the holidays, right during the time he'd developed his rash, led Blair to believe that it might be stress related indeed.
"Oh Chuck my love, I never knew! Maybe the rash is your body's way of telling you to relax and unwind a bit more? Maybe we should take our vacation to Bora Bora sooner than we planned?" she pondered aloud.
"Maybe...right now though, I just want to rest..." he yawned as he buried his face against her neck and went to sleep, prompting her to just hold him while he rested. Her strong, handsome, virile, yet vulnerable, flawed, and very human young husband of hers', Charles Bartholomew Bass. What a man! She loved him for who he was and the little family they'd created in the past two years. Thinking back on this day, she knew it was quite the Christmas indeed.
~o~o~o~o~
The next week went by quickly enough, with both Chuck and Blair dropping in on their companies to check up on the status of various projects and acquisitions that were occurring within Bass Industries and BWBCC. Most of them were going smoothly, although there were always tensions to deal with as is common with any company. To relieve their stress, Blair tried to book a couple's massage at her favorite spa, but the spa was booked solid until after the new year, so she decided to do it herself and gave Chuck a massage on their bed, despite his rash, and that actually seemed to help it dissipate somewhat. In the end, Chuck admitted that it was the rash that had prompted him to be lazy about having sex with his pajamas on, because he was a bit embarrassed, but she reassured him that it was nothing to be ashamed about.
When New Years Eve came, they held a party at a club in their Palace Hotel, although Blair tried to make sure that everything was taken care of so that her husband would have the least amount of stress, but that gave her stress, so she was more susceptible to colds and such and thus she caught one. Despite her runny nose, she knew the party must go on, so it did with a little help from their staff at the Palace.
The retro theme of the party was great and they both had quite the time, counting down until the ball dropped and the new year arrived. Afterwards they stayed a bit to supervise the clean up and get a tally of how much they'd made before retiring to their suite in room 1812. That night, Blair was able to convince Chuck to go sans pajamas, or at least let her strip him down as he did to her, which worked out quite well. They both reveled in kissing and touching each other's bodies in the wonderful ways they both preferred. Touching, caressing, and complimenting each other, as they united in their moments of ecstasy together, until they lay in each other's arms in their afterglow.
Cuddling up against each other was their favorite time indeed anymore. Blair especially liked watching him while he slept. The careworn edges on his face erased somewhat as he slept, his eyelashes resting against his cheek, his brow less furrowed, his nostrils flaring, and his sensuous lips parted, as he slept on contented because she'd momentarily worn him out in a good way through their escapades. She buried her face against his neck and pushed her body against his to not only keep warm and listen to his heartbeat and even breathing while he slept, but also in a vain attempt to keep him from tossing and turning so much in his sleep. She ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair on his head, messing it up a little on her own accord as she felt the slight perspiration at his hairline, then traced a line down his forehead, brow line, nose, lips, and chiseled jawline, placing a kiss on his lips before she wrapped her arm around him and fell asleep herself.
Waking from a slightly fitful sleep awhile later, Chuck reached out and was relieved to feel his wife Blair snuggled against him, her bare breasts with their pert nipples pressing against his chest, buried in his chest hair, right where they belonged. He ran a hand tentatively across her body, caressing her soft body from her breast to her abdomen and below. He slipped one hand between her thighs to fondle her there, while he cupped and lightly caressed her hip and buttocks with his other hand, hearing her sigh in contentment. Having the opportunity to leisurely caress his wife like that was one of his greatest joys, although her contented sigh was laced with a sniffle, which broke something a bit inside of him and he suddenly felt a wave of compassion toward Blair, and worry for her health.
Compassion was a new emotion for him, but it was one that he was learning to embrace through his marriage to Blair and his relationship with his children. When he thought about his children, a warm feeling came over him, although a bit of fear and self doubt about his effort so far at being a father, but still he was trying his best even if he probably wasn't a perfect father. He was holding his wife and thinking about her, their children, work, and so on, when he suddenly felt Blair unconsciously rub her swollen breasts against him and a sticky liquid cascade on his chest. Chuckling to himself, Chuck glancing down and noticed drops of breast milk dotting his chest and clinging to some of his chest hair. Apparently Blair's body knew it was feeding time, even if she wasn't conscious of the fact yet, and thus she shifted in her sleep, dribbling on him and the bed, clearly uncomfortable.
Sensing she needed relief, and wanting to have a little fun, Chuck lightly caressed her breasts with his hands, reveling in the increase in size that breastfeeding naturally gave her, then scooted downward to kiss her there, moving his lips sensuously from the side of her breast, to the nipple, which he took in his mouth and began to suckle. As he drew sustenance from her breast in an attempt to relieve her pressure there, Blair woke up, groggily glancing down to watch her husband, Chuck, suckling off of her breasts. The sight of that always caught her as sensuous yet funny, as she ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck and chuckled low.
"Chuck...what are you doing? Did you get a little hungry and were too lazy to ring room service for a midnight snack?" she laughingly teased.
"Ha ha ha...may-ve..." he laughed as he playfully held her nipple between his teeth.
"He he he...well you certainly know how to get what you want...but ow...you don't feel like no baby at my breast...you feel like...like..." she laughed.
"Like what?" he asked.
"Like...I don't know...like you! You silly man! What am I going to do with you, huh? Aw...just don't suck me dry, I need to have enough for your daughter..." she teasingly sighed.
"Our daughter's not here...don't you remember? New Years Eve party at the Palace? Room 1812?" he mused as he continued to kiss her.
"Oh that's right...we're in the suite at the Palace...Ah how could I forget?" she laughingly sighed.
"Indeed...which beckons the question, who's feeding the kids tonight...since we're here without them?" he pondered aloud.
"Oh that's easy...I pumped myself and left some of my breast milk in a bottle or two in the fridge for the nannies to use. Plus if Tatum really gets hungry, they can supplement her with formula, but hopefully it won't have to come to that." she sighed as she sniffed.
"Oh so you've lessened your stance against baby formula?" he asked.
"A little...but only in emergencies." she admitted.
"Hmm...uh darling is there something wrong or are you not feeling well?" he asked, slightly concerned.
"Oh I just have a cold I guess. Too much stressing out about the New Years Eve party and you and so on that I apparently caught a cold." she sighed.
"Aw...well darling I'll take care of you. It's high time I did since you've cared for me so often." he sighed as he held her close.
"Thanks hun, I'd love that...hmm...I suppose if you take care of me, I'll have to take care of you...it seems like part of you is straining for attention." she teased as she reached down to stroke him with her hands.
"Ah woman...you know I'm always ready for you...though are you sure you're up to it?" he seductively replied.
"Well sure...I don't think I'd let a cold interfere with that, would I? Especially when I have you right where I want you. " she mused as she wrapped a leg around him, allowing the warmth of his nude body warm and stimulate her.
"Oh you think you do? Well we'll have to see about that!" he chuckled as he rolled over to take the dominant position, settling between her thighs, before he thrust home and brought them into a satisfying wave of passion.
For the next few days, Chuck was as good as his word. Taking care of her as he could to help her get over her cold, bringing her soup, giving her back rubs, and assisting somewhat in taking care of the children, as well as surprising her with subtle tokens of affection. If this was how her husband Chuck would be in the next year, this was a happy new year indeed.
