Title: ...I Love You

Summary: If B had said those three words to C as he had asked.

Rating: MA

Timeline: "Chuck In Real Life" 2x06

Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl, Venessa and Dan would move to Ohio because they are irrelevant. (No offense to my Ohio readers; you're AMAZING!)

...I Love You

Gossip Girl here, you're one and only source to the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite. SPOTTED: C entering the Waldorf penthouse. My sources are telling me that Queen B dumped her Lord. It's okay, B. British Lord or not, there's no shame in kicking your beau to the curb, especially if the prize isn't worth it. Everyone who is one of my loyal readers knows that Chuck and Blair are always hungry… for destruction. Who will be collateral damage this time? Only time will tell. You know you love me.

XOXO,

-Gossip Girl

Blair was feeling… antsy. Blair Waldorf was never antsy. Except when it came to him. Here she was, perched on her bed in a seductive manner, wearing a matching red silk bra and panty set, with black fishnet stockings.

She should've known that Marcus wasn't the one for her when he'd called her a delicate little flower. She was the Queen, not the damsel in distress in need of saving. Nate had treated her like a 'delicate little flower' and so had Marcus. The only one who hadn't was… him.

The man who taught her that fairytale-movie sex was boring. Sex was not just about becoming one with someone but rousing her darkest desires. The things she desperately wanted but couldn't tell anyone else but him because 'it's not appropriate for society princesses to talk like that'. Because despite the amounts of times Blair had pushed this man away from her… he was the only one who could fully satiate her desires.

Even as a Lord, Marcus was awfully boring. She wanted someone to treat her right… he didn't. Besides the fact that Marcus was boning his stepmother for the entirety of their relationship, he had treated her like she was never capable of doing things on her own. He was a gentleman, but… Blair didn't like White Knights.

She liked…

The door opened, and Blair's heartbeat went into overdrive. Her palms were sweaty, her hands trembling, her words caught in her throat as Chuck Bass entered her bedroom, determination burning in his retinas.

Chuck had been handsome enough in their junior year, but she realized he was breathtaking. He had grown a few inches, his shoulders were broader, and overall he was just completely different.

"What took you so long?" Blair asked, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. She wanted him, but she didn't want to be another girl to him.

"If you thought that was long," Chuck drawled, his eyes doing a visual caress along her body. "You have no idea what you're in for."

He dropped his red coat to the floor and stepped closer to where she was perched on her bed. Her heart was pounding so loud that she wouldn't be surprised if Chuck could actually hear it. He trailed his hand along the side of her stomach. "Nervous?" He asked with a smirk.

Damn him.

"You wish, Basshole." Blair snapped back, false confidence oozing into her voice.

Slowly, very slowly, his other hand tilted her chin up, and almost like an instinct, her arm came up to loop around his neck. Their lips were inches apart, and Blair could feel the strong presence he held over her. It was going to be a long night, indeed. "You win, Bass," She whispered before their lips touched.

The first kiss was soft and gentle, it almost always was with him. Like he was trying to be good for her. The next kiss was rough and Blair felt lightheaded from the intensity of it. His tongue was moving across her lower lip, eliciting a soft moan on her end, and his hands were pushing her to lay back on her bed.

After a few more rough kisses, Blair was soaked through her panties. She ached for him, wanted him so badly that she would do anything to have him again.

"Say it," He rasped against her mouth before kissing her again.

"Say what? I'll say anything," Blair panted against his mouth as they kissed.

He pulled back this time, his eyes burning into hers. His hands trapped her waist to the bed and she'd never felt more… helpless than she did right now.

"Say those three words you wanted me to say." He told her, his breath teasing her neck.

She looked at him with incredulity. "Are you kidding?" She asked.

He smirked and moved his hand so that it pressed against her stomach. The warmth of his hand against her skin made her whimper. "Not quite. Eight letters, three syllables. Say them, and I'm yours."

"But I'm already yours, and you're ruining the mood with all this talk." She tried to catch his lips in another kiss but he pulled back.

"You can't say it. You wanted it from me." He said.

"I'm prepared to settle." She looked up at him with a burning intensity.

"Maybe I'm not," He said, looking at her caramel-colored eyes, her sinful lips, her cheeks that blushed whenever he was doing something to make her feel aroused.

"Chuck Bass…" She whispered softly, tracing a finger along his jaw. "I…" It was now or never. "...love you."

For a moment, he just looked at her, but differently. His gaze was softer, kinder. He moved his hand across her thigh, pushing it to the side so he could settle between her legs. "Is that how you really feel? Or are you just saying that so I'll have sex with you?"

"I mean it, Chuck," She whispers, and catches his lips in a kiss. "No matter what you've done in the past, how many times you've been an enormous pain in the ass," He smirks and leans down to kiss her again. "Know that I love you."

They kiss again and Chuck feels like he's about to catch fire. This woman, this incredibly hot, sexy, beautiful, bitchy, crazy woman loved him, and that's all he could ask for.

He grinds down on her, and she cries out because he's all she could ever want. "Blair... I…"

"You don't have to say it," She moans as he presses against her again.

"Blair I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. I love you, Blair Waldorf, for matching me in every possible way. Your wit, your charm, your bitchiness…" He pressed another kiss to her lips. "I love all of it. And I'm going to make love to you tonight." He whispers against her lips.

She laughed. "Please don't. I'm tired of being treated like a 'delicate little flower'." She said the last part in a false British accent, mocking Marcus.

"I forgot," He said, positioning her to lay vertically on her bed, Chuck still looming over her. "You don't like it slow." He grinds down on her this time, causing her to cry out.

"Not all the- Chuck!" She cries out his name as his fingers push the soaked fabric of her panties aside and plunges into her.

She bites her lips, trying to muffle her moans. Chuck, however, could feel the telltale signs of her orgasm coming on. She was clenching around his fingers, her walls were fluttering around them, and she was nearly screaming his name.

"FUCK!" She screams out, coming onto his fingers. Chuck's fingers continue to slide in and out of her as she comes down from her high. When she comes to her senses, she's panting and looking down at him.

"Good?" He asked, undoing the straps of her bra, and tossing it to the floor. She flushed, all the way to her breasts and looked for something to cover herself with. As she grabbed for the sheet, Chuck's fingers caught her wrist. "Don't cover up for me, love. You're beautiful."

Love.

His mouth found hers again, and he slid her soaked panties down, reveling in the fact that the only article of clothing she still wore was her black fishnet stockings. And she looked sexy as Hell.

"Why do you still have your clothes on, Bass?" Blair asked him with hooded eyes.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman," He tells her, and she laughs.

"Don't you know that White Knights are overrated? I like a Dark Prince." She says as she undoes the buttons on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Like the other pieces of clothing, it falls to the floor.

"Who would've guessed?" He asked, pulling his white undershirt over his head. He leaned over her and traced her lips. "Do you know how long it's been? How long I've had to wait to have you like this again?"

"You didn't have to wait this long," She offers.

"Blair you don't understand," He starts, but she presses a finger to his lips.

"You cheated, Chuck. But It's okay, I forgive you." She said.

"You need to know why I did it, Blair. I was going to come to Tuscany with you, I was really excited to see you and be with you for that month. But when I saw my dad he gave me a speech about settling down and giving my heart to one person only. And Blair, you have my heart now, but at the time, it scared the Hell out of me. I wanted to be with you, but I knew it was doomed. I was going to screw up one way or another."

"You could've talked to me about this. I would've listened." She said a small tear slipping down her cheek.

He kissed the tear away and looked deeply into her eyes. "Which is why this time, I want to do things right. I want to be there for you, and I want you to be there for me."

"This time?" She asked, looking up at him.

"I mean," He stuttered. Chuck prided himself on his charisma, and he was definitely not one to stutter. "If you still want me, that is."

"Chuck, of course I want you. I told you I loved you didn't I? I don't want you to be the perfect gentleman for me. I don't want you to hold your baggage back from me. I want all of you. Just… don't think that you aren't good enough for me. You need to realize that I don't want Nate or Marcus or anyone else. I want you. I love you…" She said, looking up at him.

He kissed her again, and Blair felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest. "I love you too, Blair." He whispered when he pulled away.

"Make love to me," She panted as he kissed down her neck, paying homage to her collarbones and breasts.

"But I thought you wanted me to-"

"Not anymore." She moaned when he trailed his tongue over her nipples causing them to pebble in his wake. "I need you."

"Who am I to say no to my Queen?" He asked, pulling his pants and boxers down as Blair gently removed her stockings.

Chuck pressed his naked body down on hers, causing her to gasp at the burning sensation of skin on skin. Chuck knew from the first kiss that they shared in the limo that night at Victrola that what they had was special.

"Chuck… I love you." Blair whispered as she peppered kisses on the side of his neck. "I need you to take me. Now."

When Chuck slid into her warm depths he felt like he'd died. What had he done in his entire life to deserve this girl? This absolute angel sent down from the heavens. She was absolutely breathtaking.

He stayed still inside her for a moment, trying to regain stability. He decided if only after three minutes of being inside her caused him to come, then that wasn't his fault. She was gorgeous. He felt her fingers slide into his hair and begin to tug gently. "Chuck… move." She moaned the last part out thrusting her hips up to push him deeper inside of her.

He pulled out and slowly began to push himself into her again.

"Blair…" He moaned against her ear. "I love you."

"Chuck I… I LOVE YOU!" She screamed the last part out as her orgasm swept over her, absolute bliss resonating in her gorgeous brown eyes.

Chuck's orgasm came shortly after Blair's, after she assured him that it was safe to come inside of her.

When he pulled out, he pulled her against his chest. He could hear her soft pants as she came to her senses. "Oh, B," He whispered softly, running his fingers through her soft mahogany curls. "I love you too."

After having a bath together, Chuck dried off Blair's naked body, along with himself, and carried her over to the bed.

After blowing out all the candles and turning off all the lights, he climbed into bed with her and spooned with her.

"Serena's going to kill me," Blair said with a small laugh. "I didn't even tell her about our deal."

"But this isn't a deal anymore, Blair." He held her closer, and he felt slightly uneasy. Had all this been a ploy so that Chuck would sleep with her?

"I know it isn't, Chuck. I'm so fucking tired of our back and fourth fights. I want to be with you because I love you. I love you more than I ever loved Nate or Marcus. My whole relationship with Nate pales in comparison to what I have with you, Chuck. This time, we need to do things right."

"I'm not going to betray you again, Blair. I'm done with letting my insecurities get the better of me when it comes to you. I love you. And we'll tell Serena and Nathaniel tomorrow."

"It'll go on Gossip Girl without a doubt. Everyone's going to freak out tomorrow. Remember that thread that Gossip Girl had that people could post their opinions on us as a couple?" She asked with a laugh.

"You mean the one she put up after Bart's wedding? Most of them say I don't deserve you." He said.

"You deserve me, Chuck. We deserve each other. I have a really good feeling about us." She said with a smile.

"Me too, B, me too. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow's Saturday, and I plan to fully indulge you tomorrow. We can stay in, then I'll take you out for dinner, we can go shopping."

She laughed. "I swear, you are the only boyfriend that enjoys shopping."

"I just imagine ripping whatever you're trying on at the moment off of your delectable little body."

She laughed again and her breathing slowed. "I should've guessed."

"Get some sleep, B. I love you." He whispered into her ear.

"Love you too, Bass." Was her response before they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Well two in one day. This is my gift to all you lovely people who have been waiting 1 or or two months for me to update again. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! Honestly I don't know when I'm going to put up the fics I took down but I will put them up I PROMISE! Since I'm in a lot of extracurriculars school's been kicking my ass, so there's another excuse. I will try to post more frequently.

Toodles!

-R