This was a prompt from the amazing Sabi. She wanted to see Blair and Chuck post honeymoon oversexed and how that affects their family and friends. I needed some inspiration and she gave it to me. I hope you all enjoy. I own nothing.
The sleek, black limo rushed up Fifth Avenue. The occupants inside were completely oblivious to the passing, darkened streets of Manhattan. They only had eyes for each other.
Chuck Bass reluctantly pulled his mouth from his beautiful wife's lips. He heard her moan gently as she opened her eyes to look at her husband.
"What are you doing?" She was straddling his lap and ground her hips against his very noticeable erection.
He rested his hands on her upper thighs which were gloriously exposed thanks to him pushing her skirt up a few minutes ago. "We have to pull ourselves together. We're almost to your Mother's."
Blair groaned in protest as he gently lifted her to her own spot on the seat next to him. "Let's go back to the Empire instead or better yet the Palace. It'll be Nateless."
Chuck sighed running his hand through his hair trying to put it to rights. Blair had messed it up thoroughly the minute Arthur had shut the limo door. "Blair your mother is expecting us."
"So, she's lived without us these past two months what is a few more hours?" She leaned in and started to kiss his neck making her way to his mouth.
After their wedding and a very private memorial service to finally put his father to rest once and for all Chuck had whisked Blair away on a honeymoon to rival all honeymoons. He took his cue from the storied couples of old and took her on a grand tour. They started in Paris and made their way around the world until they ended up on his yacht which they sailed up the coast from the private island of Platanitos, Mexico to San Diego. It was there just seven hours ago where they had boarded his jet and returned home after being away nearly two months.
Chuck returned her heated kiss for a few more minutes. She was just so damn irresistible. When her hand moved to cup him through his trousers he separated from her removing said hand.
Blair laid her head back against the leather seat with a pout on her face. "I can't believe you're denying me."
Chuck scoffed. "I have never denied you anything and you know it. We knew we had to return to the real world eventually."
"I don't like the real world. I like our world and I want to stay in it forever."
He glanced at her. He was still not completely used to the fact that she was finally and completely his. Every morning he woke up and for a split second he feared it had all been a wonderful dream but then he'd feel her legs entangled with his and her warm breath against his shoulder and he knew it was real. She was his wife and his forever. There were no more obstacles or stupid pacts standing in their way.
He reached out and pushed a curl behind her ear. She had gone back to wearing her hair in big bouncy curls the way he loved it so much. "Don't tempt me."
The limo stopped in front of her building.
He sighed. "I'll put my people to work first thing tomorrow morning on finding us the perfect prewar townhouse within a block of the park. Okay?"
She nodded. "You know this means we're going to have to dress for breakfast in the morning." She was still pouting.
He leaned over placing a kiss to her lips. "Or we can stay naked and have Dorota bring us breakfast in bed."
She smiled coyly at him as Arthur opened the door. "I like the way you think husband of mine."
He slid out reaching a hand back and helping her out of the car. Reluctantly they walked arm in arm into the building leaving their private paradise behind.
Serena was sitting across from her best friend trying to stay interested in what she was saying. Blair had agreed to meet her for brunch at Sarabeth's. After two months of not seeing each other Serena thought they would catch up but all Blair was doing was gushing about her perfect marriage and spectacular honeymoon. They had been sitting there for twenty minutes. She had consumed two mimosas and half her frittata and Blair had yet to ask Serena anything about her or her life.
"Oh and look at this one. Chuck on the elephant in India. It's priceless. He was adamant about not going but then I begged and coerced," she raised her eyebrows when she said this, "and he indulged me. I mean it was good enough for Jackie so…" She took a sip of her drink. "I made it up to him that night believe me." She smiled wistfully.
Serena took Blair's phone from her grasp and set it aside. "So the honeymoon was fantastic. Guess what I'm doing?"
Blair's phone vibrated before she could ask. She glanced down at it and picked it up immediately. "It's Chuck." She read his text message forgetting all about the no cellphone rule at the table that she herself had enacted years ago.
She picked up her fork and took one more bite of her coddled eggs and downed her mimosa. Serena looked at her shocked.
Blair tossed her napkin onto the table. "Chuck's outside. I'm going to go."
Serena started to protest. "Blair we haven't seen each other for two months. I was hoping to have the morning to spend with you."
Blair pulled out her wallet tossing a hundred dollar bill on the table. She stood up shoving her wallet back into her handbag. "I know. I was too. It's just Chuck had a really early conference call with Italy this morning and my mother accosted me while still in bed with Waldorf Designs issues and Chuck and I haven't had two minutes alone." She leaned over placing a kiss on her best friend's cheek.
"I promise to make it up to you. Breakfast is on me." She slid her handbag up onto her shoulder and rushed out of the restaurant without a backwards glance.
Serena sat back in her chair sighing heavily. She glanced down at the hundred dollar bill on the table. Blair Waldorf never carried cash then she realized that Blair Waldorf Bass did. Her brother would make sure her friend always had cash on her just in case. It was in his nature to take care of her; especially now that she was his wife. It was just one of many changes that had happened since their wedding.
She motioned for the waitress and paid the bill. Sadly she got up and left the restaurant. She felt like she was missing her best friend more than ever now that she was back in Manhattan.
Blair woke up to an empty bed and she was anything but happy about it. The note Chuck left for her on his pillow stated something to the effect of an emergency board meeting and he'd make it up to her later.
Blair laid there in her lonely bed reminiscing about their fantastic honeymoon. Having Chuck all to herself twenty-four hours a day. She was missing that immensely at the moment. Since they had arrived home three days ago they had had hardly any time alone. Her mother and Cyrus were planning on staying another week or so just to make sure Blair was completely back up to speed with Waldorf Designs. All this togetherness was killing Blair.
Finally she forced herself out of bed and into the shower. She texted Chuck to say good morning and see how his board meeting had gone. He responded that all had gone well but he was missing her.
She was standing in her closet trying to decide what to wear when Dorota entered carrying several boxes.
"Miss Blair, I didn't know you were still here." She set the boxes down onto the chaise.
Blair turned glancing at the boxes. "I'm having a slow start this morning. Are those my deliveries from Carine Gilson's?" She untied the ribbon and removed the lid of the top box and gasped. "It's beautiful." She removed a sheer negligée from the tissue and held it up to herself.
She had had a number of handmade pieces ordered when she and Chuck had stopped in Paris. Chuck had personally selected this piece and she had to admit it was gorgeous. It was a chemise in the palest shade of lavender silk so sheer you could see through it. There was a pattern of hand stitched embroidery running along the hem and up the bodice. It was a beautiful example of craftsmanship and design.
Suddenly she was hit with a surge of inspiration. She glanced at Dorota who was watching her.
"I don't get what the point of that is. It's completely see through. You might as well be naked." Dorota rolled her eyes. "You pay thousands of dollars for something that covers nothing."
Blair smiled at her trusted housekeeper. "That's the point Dorota. It's all about packaging." Blair set the delicate piece of material aside and removed her robe reaching in the box for the sheer thong that matched the ensemble. Sliding it on and then lifting the chemise again pulling it carefully over her head.
"Miss Blair, I'm not sure that is appropriate undergarments for the day." Dorota bent over picking up Blair's discarded robe.
"It's the perfect piece for a visit to Chuck's office."
Dorota clucked her tongue. "That is very inappropriate attire to wear anywhere especially Mr. Chuck's office."
Blair crossed over to her shoes and picked out the perfect pair of Valentino lace peep toes sliding them on. She then went and grabbed her Oscar de la Renta coat. She put it on pulling her curls out from the back of it.
"I've hardly seen Chuck since we've been back and I've had enough." She pushed past Dorota and headed out of the bedroom.
Dorota following behind her shook her head. "Sex, sex, sex. It's all you think about."
Blair stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to face her. "Does any of this surprise you? You've been around me and Chuck long enough to know how we operate. Plus I'm a lot nicer to be around when I'm completely satisfied." She crossed to the foyer mirror and adjusted her coat and then pressed the call button for the elevator.
"And you know better than anyone that sex isn't the only thing I think about." She stepped into the elevator. "I'll be back later. Unpack the rest of my boxes." The doors shut and Dorota sighing, trudged back upstairs to unpack her things.
Blair stepped off the elevator of Bass Industries and made a bee line for Chuck's office. As she approached his door his assistant, Megan, smiled at her.
"Good morning Mrs. Bass. How was your honeymoon?"
Blair beamed at the older woman. "It was lovely. Is he in?"
Megan nodded and Blair thanked her. Knocking once she opened the door and entered her husband's office.
Chuck looked up from the papers he was going over and smiled at her. "This is a surprise."
She smiled and crossed the room tossing her handbag onto a chair as she went. "A good one I hope."
He shut the file and sat back in his chair. "A very good one."
Blair glanced around the office that hadn't changed at all since the first time Bart "died". "We really need to redecorate."
He held up his hands. "Whatever you think is best Mrs. Bass."
She stepped around his desk and he turned his chair to face her. "What I think is best is for you," she untied the sash of her coat and let it drop to the floor, "to make love to your wife."
Chuck swallowed hard as he looked her over. "Blair now is not a very good time."
She stepped between his thighs. "I think now is the perfect time." She leaned forward resting her hands on his shoulders. Her lips were inches from his. "I miss you. I woke up this morning and you were gone and all I thought about is how just five days ago we were on the boat making love all day and night and sunbathing in the nude. Now we're back in Manhattan dressed and sexless and it's killing me."
She climbed onto his lap and straddled his thighs. "Don't say no to me." She leaned forward and kissed him pushing her tongue into his mouth.
Chuck's hands came to rest on her bare thighs and he squeezed the soft flesh. He reluctantly pulled his head back and looked at her. "Blair I have a meeting in like twenty minutes."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "That's plenty of time." She ground herself against his raging hard on as she attacked his mouth once again.
Chuck decided resistance was futile especially when she looked so unbelievably sexy. He reached up pulling the thin strap of her chemise off her shoulder and pulling the bodice of it down far enough to expose her left nipple to the air. He kissed a trail along her chin, down her neck and captured the hardened nipple in his mouth.
Blair's head fell back as her hands entangled in the hair at the back of his head. She moaned when she felt his hand make its way from her thigh to her barely there thong.
"Whoa, you two should really lock the door if you're going to engage in this kind of tawdry activity. Anyone could walk in."
Blair's eyes snapped open and Chuck's head came up. Quickly he pulled his hand from between her legs and pulled up the bodice of her chemise to cover her; not that it helped much in that department.
Jack was standing just inside the door with a cocky grin on his face. "We have a meeting. Do you want me to come back or…?"
Chuck shook his head. "No. I'm coming."
Jack chuckled softly. "So I can see."
Blair sighed as she adjusted herself. She slowly got up, a blush staining her cheeks and bent over picking up her coat and quickly sliding it on. Tying it she leaned over giving Chuck a gentle kiss.
"I'll see you tonight."
He nodded and squeezed her hand as she stepped away. She picked up her discarded handbag and walked towards Jack. "Always a pleasure."
He smiled at her. "Not as much of a pleasure as it is for my dear nephew."
"Good bye Jack." She left the office more dissatisfied than when she had arrived.
Jack watched her walk away and then turned back to face Chuck. "I forgot what a great ass she has."
Chuck turned his chair back to the front and rolled his eyes at his uncle. "That's my wife you're talking about. Watch it."
Jack walked over to his desk. "Hey it's a compliment. She's fucking sexy as hell. If I were you I'd be skipping the meeting."
Chuck released a breath. "If I hadn't been away the last two months believe me I would be."
Jack nodded. "I'll meet you in the conference room. I have a feeling you may need a minute to pull yourself together." He looked over the desk in the direction of Chuck's very noticeable erection.
Chuck ran a hand through his hair trying to straighten it. "Fuck. She's going to be the death of me."
Jack snickering turned to leave. "They don't call it la petite mort for nothing nephew of mine." He left with a wave of his hand.
Chuck swung and missed his second easy shot of the game. Nate glared at him.
"What the hell is your problem man? If you're not even going to try…"
Chuck knocked his racquet against the hardwood floor. "I am trying. I'm distracted."
Nate threw the ball into the air and slammed it across the court. He had met Chuck this morning at the New York Racquet Club for their usual Saturday squash game. Right away Chuck appeared to be in a foul mood.
They volleyed for a few more minutes until Chuck hit the ball out of bounds again. Nate removed his goggles and turned to his best friend. "What is it? Is it work or are you having a problem with Blair?"
Chuck shook his head picking up his towel and wiping the sweat from his face. "It's being back here. Blair and I are never alone. Her mother is constantly and I mean constantly with us. I've presented Blair with no less than four house choices this week and she shot them all down. I think she secretly doesn't want to leave the penthouse. And don't even get me started on the sex that we're not having. I mean we went from having it every few hours to maybe once a day. I think I may actually be going through some kind of withdrawal. Is that possible?"
Nate shook his head placing an arm around his best friend's shoulder. "Seriously you need to take a deep breath and relax. This is just an adjustment phase for you guys. Eleanor will head back to Paris and then you'll have the house to yourselves. Things will get back to normal. Also just so you know most normal, married couples aren't having sex twice a week let alone once a day. I think you'll survive."
Chuck groaned. "Thank God Blair and I are anything but normal. Only twice a week I'd kill myself."
Nate laughed as they gathered their stuff and headed to the locker rooms.
Blair was presenting her mother with a long list of ideas she had had while on her honeymoon. She was gushing about how inspiring the whole trip was. She was flipping through the swatches of fabrics she had picked up from various locations.
She stopped on a square of blood red silk with an embroidered gold floral pattern. "This is from Morocco. It was such a beautiful country mother. Everything is hand done. That was a magical four days." She smiled softly as she lost herself in the memory.
Her mother sighed reaching out and touching her daughter's arm gently. "Can you stay focused Blair? I swear since you've returned your mind has been everywhere but here."
Blair turned her gaze on her mother. "That's not true Mother. I'm very committed to Waldorf Designs."
Eleanor raised her eyebrows. "Oh really. Is that why every time I try and discuss things with you, you are always missing?"
"Mother, you are trying to discuss designs and line ideas at home and that's the only time I have with Chuck." Blair looked down running her finger over the silk.
"Do you need a therapist?" Her mother shut the fabric book causing Blair to look up shocked.
"I have a therapist as you very well know Mother."
Eleanor leaned in and whispered even though they were alone in the office, "I'm talking about a sex therapist. I think you have a problem. It's like you can't go a day without having sexual relations." She sighed. "I warned your father this would eventually happen way back when you started dating Charles originally. He was a known lothario and you were highly impressionable and now I think it's becoming a problem."
Blair was completely blindsided by her mother's feelings. She was actually feeling slightly offended. "We have a healthy sex life Mother which happens to be a part of a healthy marriage. Just because I enjoy making love to my husband doesn't mean there's something wrong with me."
Eleanor rolled her eyes. "It's the constant thinking about it that seems to be hindering you."
Blair straightened her shoulders and raised her head a bit higher. "Actually since I married Chuck I have be more inspired and creative than ever before." She reached down picking up her fabric sample book. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go home and have sex with my husband." Blair turned and stormed out of her office.
Eleanor sighing sat down in the chair. She had no idea how a daughter of hers had become so sexually progressive.
Everyone who was anyone was attending the Lenox Hill Hospital Charity dinner. Blair and Chuck had made their first charitable donation as a married couple to the new children's wing. Dinner had just ended and the executive director was in the middle of a speech praising the many donors for their generosity. Chuck was sitting next to Blair who was next to her mother. Serena and Lily were opposite them along with Dan who was covering the event for some paper or another.
Chuck's hand was resting on Blair's knee. He had spent all night watching her. The dress she was wearing showed all her curves in the best way possible. He knew there wasn't a single man there that didn't want her. He had been in a semi state of arousal since they had left the house. He squeezed Blair's knee and she turned to look at him smiling.
He leaned into her and whispered against her ear, "I need you now. Excuse yourself to go to the ladies' room and meet me in the service hallway."
Blair raised her eyes questioningly and he nodded his head towards the door behind them. She smiled leaning over and kissing him gently. She then turned to her mother and whispered her excuse in her ear and got up from the table to head out of the ballroom of the Four Seasons.
This wasn't their first time using the service hallway here. There were few places like this that the two of them hadn't had sex in.
Three minutes later Chuck came sauntering down the hall. Blair was leaning against the wall about halfway along the hall.
She looked at him with hooded eyes. "You know my mother accused me of being a sex addict yesterday and I'm thinking she may be right."
He smirked at her. "You're hardly an addict. You are a woman who loves to have sex with her husband. How can that possibly be wrong?"
"She asked me if I needed a sex therapist."
He stepped in front of her placing his hands on her hips squeezing. "The only therapy you need is my cock."
She reached up wrapping her arms around his neck. "See that sounds like a problem."
"Or a cure." He ran his hands down the skirt of her dress. Reaching the hem he slid his hands up under the dress grabbing her thong and ripping it from her. She gasped as it fell to the floor. Her hands went to his belt buckle and she made quick work of it and his zipper.
Suddenly he lifted her up pressing her against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He entered her in a hard thrust.
He kissed her lips making his way down her throat. He started to move his hips pushing her hard against the tile of the wall. "Let me cure you Mrs. Bass."
The door at the end of the hallway opened. Chuck stopped mid thrust as Blair buried her head against his shoulder panting. He looked down to see who it was. A waiter was standing there completely unsure of what to do.
"This hall is occupied use another entrance," Chuck growled.
The man hesitated a moment as Chuck turned his attention back to Blair. As Chuck began to move again the man turned and left.
Chuck could feel Blair contracting around his cock. He smirked at her. "You always liked being caught didn't you?"
She nodded breathlessly. "Yes. I love the idea of someone knowing just how much I love being fucked by you."
That was it. Nothing turned Chuck on more than hearing Blair talk dirty. He started to pound even harder into her. Her legs tightened around his waist as she moaned against his ear.
The door was pushed open a second time. Chuck groaned. "I told you this hallway was occupied. What the fuck do…" He stopped when he realized it was Dan. "Humphrey do you mind?"
Dan stuttered and mumbled an apology and rushed out shutting the door behind him. As he turned he practically ran into Serena.
"Hey are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Serena reached a hand out touching his shoulder gently.
Dan rubbed his hands over his face. "Oh God, I wish I had." He looked at Serena. "I just caught Blair and Chuck having sex in the service hallway. Like mid act."
Serena sighed rolling her eyes. "Those two are ridiculous. Seriously someone needs to talk to them."
So it was two days later that Chuck and Blair were sat down by Nate and Serena and reprimanded about their behavior.
Serena lamented at being left at breakfast and cancelled on for shopping. Nate had his own set of grievances which started with Chuck insisting to the board of the New York Racquet Club that they change its men only rule so he could bring Blair to play tennis to him bailing on their boys' night.
Chuck and Blair listened to their best friends and realized that the honeymoon couldn't last forever no matter how badly they wanted it to. It really was time to start facing reality a bit more; after all their relationships and businesses depended on it. They promised the golden duo that they would try their best to be more available and less consumed with each other.
They all ate lunch together and then went their separate ways. As soon as Arthur had shut the door. Blair started to kiss Chuck.
He pulled back. "Hey didn't we just promise the pretty ones that we would show more reserve."
Blair ran her hand up the inside of his thigh. "We didn't say when we'd start. Besides what they don't know won't hurt them."
He smiled at her. "I love you." He covered her mouth with his as she slid her hands into his pants. They were Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck and some things would never change.