This is a Valentine's Day one shot. I know it's a bit late but I decided to post it anyway. The prompt I used for this was given to me by one of my most loyal readers and reviewers June-Louise. She had asked me via Tumblr to write something with Chuck giving Blair a massage like in season three. I hope you like what I did with it June and thanks for your support. I always say it but I really do have the best readers. Enjoy!
Blair Waldorf Bass was exhausted both mentally and physically. There was a whole list of things that had attributed to her deprivation of sleep and exhaustion. First there was the fact that Waldorf Designs was just coming off of New York fashion week and straight into problems with the spring line which was in full blown development for fall's fashion week. This meant pre-dawn calls to Paris to discuss things with her mother and design meetings that ran way past her usual five o'clock departure from the atelier. Then there was this summer's Hampton's Classic which Blair was co-chairing with Suzanne Dobson. Unfortunately Suzanne had the tackiest taste imaginable and Blair had to personally double check each and every thing she did just in case it wasn't to Blair's specifications and high standards. Thirdly there was the small fact that Blair had fired her fifteen month old son's nanny, his fourth nanny to be exact. Blair was knee deep in resumes and pictures trying to find a good fit. Chuck refused to involve himself in any way until Blair had narrowed it down to a top five. They had been through this four times before and Chuck knew not to offer a single opinion until the interview process.
Lastly Henry, who was cutting molars and fighting a cold, wasn't sleeping more than a few hours a night before he was crying out for his mother. Blair was a hands on mom as much as possible when she was home so that meant that she was getting up with her son every night this week. By night four Chuck had insisted that she let the temporary nanny do it.
Blair had stopped what she was doing at the time to turn towards her husband and stare at him like he had grown two heads. She had then promptly burst into tears and stormed off into the bathroom shouting something about him thinking she was an incompetent mother.
So here she was early afternoon on Monday, Valentine's Day, and practically falling asleep at her desk. She knew Chuck had planned a romantic dinner for the two of them at Daniels but she literally had no idea how she was going to stay awake beyond the first course.
Her cellphone rang and she glanced at the name. Speak of the devil. She smiled softly as she answered. "Hello my love."
"How is my beautiful wife?"
She sat back in her chair sighing. "Fighting to keep my eyes open while elbow deep in fabric samples. By the way thank you for the flowers. They're lovely." She glanced at the bouquet of deep red peonies that had arrived first thing that morning. The card had simply read: "I love you. –C"
"Just a small token to let you know I'm thinking of you as always and a tiny preview to what will be a fantastic evening."
She could hear the joy in his voice and knew she couldn't disappoint him by asking him if they could skip dinner. She stifled a yawn. "I cannot wait. I'm going to try and be out of here by four, four-thirty so I can spend a little time with Henry and feed him dinner."
"I'll try to do the same. He seemed a little better this morning. Not so clingy."
Blair got up as her assistant entered her office carrying some papers she had asked for. She held out her hand taking the files from her. She mouthed thank you and glanced at the top page. "I think the antibiotics are finally kicking in. Thank God. Maybe I can get a good night's sleep tonight."
He chuckled softly in that way that made her stomach flip. "Sleep isn't high on the list of tonight's festivities," he paused a second and then added, "I've missed you."
She tossed the papers aside and sat back down in her chair. In the last week they had only made love a few times. Most nights she was already asleep before he came to bed and quite a few mornings she had been up with Henry or on the phone with her mother before he woke. This was not normal for them.
"I'm sorry I've been so tired lately. I promise tonight I'm all yours."
"Have I told you lately how amazing you are?"
She smiled. "Not since last night."
"Obviously I've been a very neglectful husband. You Blair Bass are amazing and beautiful and I love you."
"Thank you and I love you, too."
She could hear someone enter his office. "I have to go sweetheart. I'll see you tonight."
He hung up and she tossed her phone aside resting her head against the back of her chair. She didn't know how she was going to get through the rest of her day let alone dinner tonight but she would do it for her wonderful husband. It was the least she could do for him.
She pressed her intercom button and requested a double espresso as she turned her attention back to the fabric samples.
Blair rushed up the front steps pushing open the front door as she stepped into the marble foyer. She was running an hour and a half behind already and to top it all off it had started to snow. There was no way she was going to be able to wear her custom made crushed velvet Prada heels tonight.
She tossed her briefcase and coat onto the floor and went rushing up the grand staircase. She knew she had already missed dinner with her son but she was hoping to catch him getting ready for his bath.
"Chuck! Dorota," she called as she stepped onto the second floor landing. She was halfway down the hall to her son's room when she heard her husband call her name. She turned as he stepped off the staircase leading to the third floor and their master bedroom.
"Chuck. I'm so sorry. We had a problem with the pattern maker." She rushed down the hall and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He hugged her tightly and kissed her temple. "Long day huh?"
She laid her head against his cashmere covered shoulder. "You have no idea. I'm so glad to be home." She raised her head and kissed him. She then realized that he wasn't dressed for dinner but instead was in a sweater, button down and wool pants. "Why aren't you dressed for dinner?"
He placed an arm around her waist and began to turn her back towards the stairs. "I cancelled our reservations. I thought a night at home would be a much better present."
She sighed. "Chuck, I know how much you were looking forward to a night out."
He squeezed her waist. "A night out or a night in makes no difference to me as long as I'm with you." He took her hand. "I drew you a very hot bubble bath. Why don't you go up and relax and I'll get the champagne?"
She beamed at him. "Really?"
He smiled softly. "Really." He leaned forward and kissed her again.
She stopped before climbing the stairs. "Wait. I want to see Henry first."
Chuck looked at her sheepishly. "I sent Henry and Dorota to Lily's for the night." She was about to protest and he took her hands in his. "Blair, you're exhausted. You need a relaxing night and eight hours of uninterrupted sleep."
She sighed. She knew he was right but her heart panged a little at the thought of not seeing her child. She nodded and kissed him gently. "I hope it won't be completely uninterrupted." She raised her eyebrows at him.
He kissed her deeply as his hands wrapped around her waist and cupped her bottom squeezing. When he pulled back she had to steady herself by placing her hands against his arms. He literally left her weak-kneed. "Don't you worry I plan on wearing you out completely." He squeezed her ass one more time before giving it a sharp smack. "Your bath is getting cold."
She didn't have to be told twice. She rushed up the stairs and was pulling her clothing free as she walked through the bedroom and into the bathroom.
Immediately her senses were assaulted with the scent of lavender and the room was dimly lit by candles with classical music playing softly. It was warm and steamy and she immediately felt herself begin to unwind. She stripped off the last of her clothes and tested the water. It was still extremely warm. He must've used only hot water. She carefully stepped in and lowered herself into the foaming bubbles. Placing the bath pillow behind her head she closed her eyes.
This was heaven. She really did have the most perfect husband in the world.
A few minutes later Chuck entered the room. She opened her eyes and saw him carrying a glass of champagne and a box of her favorite macarons from Pierre Herme. She reached out with a dripping hand and smirking he handed her the box. He knew her well. She always preferred her favorite confections to alcohol any day.
"Flown in fresh this afternoon." He sat down on the edge of the tub.
She set the top of the box aside and peeled back the delicate paper. There, arranged perfectly, were six beautiful cookies. She picked up the light pink one and bit into it; rose and rose petal was one of her favorites.
"Mmm, you spoil me." She swallowed as she set the box aside and rested her hand on his thigh. "Are you going to join me before the water cools off?" She rubbed her fingers back and forth against the wool of his pants.
He took a sip of the champagne before lifting her hand to meet his lips. He placed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. "Not this time my darling. I need to check on dinner." He stood up leaning down to kiss her lips which were slightly parted in shock.
"But…" she raised her eyes to meet his.
He set her glass of champagne on the side of the tub. "Don't worry there's plenty of time for that later." He reached down into the water and cupped her breast as he kissed her again. Giving her erect nipple a pinch he pulled away. "Enjoy your bath." He turned grabbing a hand towel to wipe the bubbles from his hand and sleeve.
She sighed laying her head back and picked up her glass draining it in less than a minute. Suddenly she didn't feel all that tired anymore. She felt frustrated and slightly annoyed. Since when did her husband pass up on a chance to join her in the bath?
Fifteen minutes later she exited the bathroom tying her robe tightly around her waist. She sat down at her vanity and began to brush out her hair. She glanced up as Chuck entered the room.
He came up behind her and laid a beautifully wrapped present in front of her. Her eyes sparkled as she set down her hairbrush and reached out picking up the package. She turned to face him.
"Can I open it?"
He nodded smiling softly at her. "Of course. Happy Valentine's Day, Blair."
She pulled the silk ribbon from it and removed the lid to find a leather box inside. She knew it was a necklace. Tossing the box to the floor she carefully opened the case and gasped.
"Chuck, it's gorgeous." She stared down at the most beautiful ruby necklace she had ever seen. The stones were a deep, blood red and all perfectly matched and flawless. It was simple even in its decadence.
He reached out taking the case and removed the piece. "Turn around." She did as he asked lifting her hair up so he could place it around her neck.
It was heavier than she thought it would be. She reached up pressing it against her skin as he clasped it. Once it was secure she let her hair fall back down as Chuck placed his hands on her shoulders and stared at her reflection in the mirror. The look in his eyes caused her throat to go dry and her pulse to quicken.
He squeezed her shoulders as he leaned down kissing her cheek. "Beautiful," he whispered against her ear.
She reached up cupping his cheek and then turning her head kissed his lips. He continued to massage her shoulders gently as they kissed.
When they separated he gave her a concerned look. "You're so tense." He had moved his hands to the back of her neck.
She sighed. "I guess I've been a bit stressed out lately."
He removed his hands and reached out taking hers. "On the bed."
She smiled coyly. Finally they were going to make love. This was exactly what she needed.
Once at the foot of the bed she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. "I need this so much."
He smiled down at her. "I know I can feel it." He reached out untying her robe. "Face down on the bed. I'll be right back."
Blair didn't hesitate as she pulled the silk robe from her body and lay down on her stomach. She left her lace La Perlas on knowing how much he loved to pull them off of her. He often said he enjoyed taking her from behind because he loved her ass so much. She smiled as she tucked a pillow beneath her chest and pulled her right leg up making sure her bottom was on perfect display for him. She needed to be fucked and fucked hard and this position was perfect for that.
A minute later Chuck came back in from the bathroom. "Perfect." He sat down on the edge of the bed placing a kiss onto her bare back. "Now you just relax and let me do all the work."
Blair pushed down into the pillow as she raised her bottom a bit more. She could feel her own wetness between her thighs and moaned softly. "I promise to lie still." She closed her eyes as she waited for her husband to work his magic.
She listened as she heard him opening something and then there was the overwhelming scent of jasmine. Her forehead wrinkled as she had a thought that maybe he was planning on anal sex and was about to protest when he shifted on the bed and put his hands on her shoulders once again as he began to massage them. The oil felt warm against her skin.
As he worked his way down along her spine pushing she realized he was giving her his special massage. A massage technique that she found out on their honeymoon wasn't taught to him by a master in Chiang Mai but by someone else completely different.
He cracked her spine and immediately the tension started to leave her body. She was about to complain about the fact that he wasn't having sex with her when he reached the small of her back pressing again and she sighed as she realized that this just may be better than sex.
She rested her head onto the pillow as Chuck continued to work his magic. She closed her eyes as she totally relaxed.
Blair slowly opened her eyes feeling completely disoriented. The room was dimly lit and she was lying on the bed covered with the duvet. She yawned as she slowly lifted her head glancing first next to her and seeing Chuck absent she looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock. She sat up pushing her hair back. She must have fallen asleep. Why hadn't Chuck woken her? She felt awful. Dinner was supposed to be hours ago. Everything would be ruined.
She felt tears start to fill her eyes. She was a horrible wife. What kind of woman falls asleep on Valentine's night when her husband has gone through so much trouble to make everything perfect? She sat there for a few seconds pulling herself together. They still had an hour left to salvage the holiday and she was going to make sure he knew how much she loved him.
She got up picking her robe up off the floor where she had tossed it earlier and slid into it as she rushed into her closet. She went to her lingerie drawers and opened the top one. There she found the new Fleur of England bra and panty set she had personally picked out for tonight. The bra was red lace (Chuck loved her in red) with a silk ribbon band that came around and tied in the front. The matching panties were lace as well with silk tied bows on either side. She had imagined Chuck untying the silk ribbons when she purchased the set.
Quickly she slid the set on and looked herself over in the full length mirror. The rubies still wrapped around her neck were the perfect addition to the ensemble. She turned from side to side with a critical eye. Since having Henry she wasn't completely happy with her body. She knew Chuck thought she was beautiful, he showed her that every day, but it was her own insecurities that tugged at her self-confidence.
She sighed and grabbed the matching red silk robe from the hanger. Slipping it on and tying it at her waist she rushed to her vanity where she dabbed a few drops of her signature scent, Chanel No. 5, at her pulse points and then ran the brush through her curls taming them somewhat. Last minute she decided to slip on a pair of four inch black patent Christian Louboutin heels after all this was about Chuck and not her own comfort.
She headed downstairs crossing the marble foyer her heels clicking as she went. She headed down the hall and straight into the dining room. The table was partially cleared. It was obvious that her husband had dined alone.
She left the room and headed in the direction of Chuck's office. This hall was carpeted to keep out any noise when he worked from home. She glanced in the library as she went by just to make sure he wasn't in there. It proved empty so she headed to the end of the hall and stopped in the doorway that led to the office. Chuck was sitting at his desk reading some papers. He was so focused on the work that he didn't even notice her.
Blair stood there watching her husband for a moment. She thought about how lucky she was to be married to such an incredible man. He loved her to a fault and he adored their son. There was no better husband or father on the face of the planet; that she was sure of. Who would've guessed that one night in the back of a limo would lead to a lifetime of pure happiness and true love?
She lifted her hand and tapped once against the mahogany door jamb with her knuckle.
He lifted his head and looked at her as she leaned against the molding. He immediately tossed the papers aside and sat back in his chair smirking at her. "Look who's up, it's Sleeping Beauty."
She pushed off from the wood and walked into the room. Her hips swayed seductively as she crossed over to him. She watched as his eyes ran over her body; from her curls to her heels and back up again to meet her gaze.
"You should've woken me." She stopped next to his chair leaning a hip against his desk.
He turned his leather chair so he was facing her. "I thought the best gift I could give you would be a good night's sleep."
"Have I told you how much I love you?" She leaned forward slightly.
He took a deep breath as he reached out placing his hands on either side of her waist and pulling her forward between his spread legs. "Yes but I'd rather you show me."
"Have you had dessert?" She was staring down at him as her hands went to the sash of her robe.
He shook his head. "It didn't feel right to eat chocolate soufflé without you."
Blair inwardly groaned; chocolate soufflés were her favorite. She untied her robe and pushed it open revealing the lingerie underneath. "Can I interest you in something a bit more decadent?"
His breath quickened as he took in the red lace that left hardly anything to the imagination. He reached up pulling the robe completely from her body letting it pool at her feet.
He stared at her and her body reacted. Her skin became flushed and her nipples hardened standing out against the lace.
He reached out and cupped her silk and lace covered sex. "I'm dying for a piece of pie." He slipped a finger under the silk and ran it along her already wet center.
She gasped as he removed his hand and stood up shoving his chair back. He then lifted her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She started to kiss him as he began to carry her out of the room.
She assumed he was taking her to their bedroom and was shocked when he entered the dimly lit dining room. She pulled back separating from his lips.
She was about to ask him what he was doing when he set her on the edge of the table. "I prefer to eat my dessert in here." He reached out cupping her breast playing with her nipple through the lace as he covered her mouth with his once again.
Before she even realized it he had her bra unhooked and tossed aside. He was always good at that. Some things never changed. His mouth covered her right nipple taking it fully into his mouth and sucking on it as he cupped the left one pinching lightly.
Blair's head fell back as she gripped the hair at the back of his head. She moaned as his mouth released her breast. He kissed a trail back up to her neck and to her ear. He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and bit down gently.
"I'm ready for my dessert now." He kissed the spot below her ear and laid her back onto the cloth covered table.
Blair closed her eyes inhaling deeply. She could smell the sweet scent of the roses, hydrangeas and lilies that graced the table in a beautiful centerpiece.
Chuck kissed a trail down the center of her body until he came to her lace panties. He placed a kiss against her center. He could feel her dampness through the fabric and he smirked as he kissed a trail to the bow resting against her left hip. He grabbed the end of the silk ribbon between his teeth and tugged untying it. He then used his fingers to pull it apart completely. He did the same to the bow on the right and then slowly pulled the panties off her.
He tossed them to the floor. She was now dressed in nothing but the ruby necklace and the Louboutin heels and she could tell by looking at him that he was thrilled.
He leaned over her placing a kiss to her lips. "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?"
She shook her head as she licked her lips. He kept staring down at her and she was feeling slightly self-conscious. "Chuck," she whispered in a breathless plea.
It was all he needed to break the spell. He kissed her again and then reaching back with his leg he pulled the chair to himself sitting down onto it. He then cupped her bottom pulling her nearly off the edge of the table. He placed her left leg onto his shoulder and pushed the right wide and to the side. He then buried his face between her thighs.
The second his mouth met her hot, wet core Blair gasped arching her back off the table. He was beyond talented with his tongue and she felt like she was going to explode almost immediately. Of course he would never allow that to happen and he used his tongue to bring her just to the brink before pulling back and preventing her from completely losing it.
She buried her right hand into his hair while the left gathered a fistful of the silk, damask tablecloth twisting it in her grasp. She closed her eyes as she began to pant in ecstasy.
A few minutes later and she knew she was going to lose it. Suddenly he removed himself from between her thighs lowering her left leg to the table. He then stood up abruptly and Blair knew he wasn't as in control as he was pretending to be.
He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pulling them and his boxers down enough to free his raging hard on and without any preamble what so ever cupped her bottom once again and thrust deeply inside her.
She cried out in pure pleasure. He was filling her completely, stretching her wide and it felt so good. He held himself buried deep inside her for a minute before he started to pull back and plunge back in. Suddenly it was like he couldn't get enough. He moved faster and harder pushing her legs even wider apart.
This was one of those nights where she was so incredibly aroused that she wasn't going to need any help to reach her orgasm and a few minutes later she proved herself right; calling his name as she came hard.
Chuck wasn't far behind her and a minute later he collapsed against her.
She wrapped her arms around him as he panted against her chest. She played with the damp hair at the back of his neck.
When he had caught his breath he lifted himself off of her leaning over her and kissing her deeply. "I don't think you have any idea how amazingly perfect you are. I love you Blair."
She pulled him to herself for another kiss. "I love you too. I'm the luckiest woman in the world."
He stood up pulling his boxers and pants back up closing them. He then reached out and helped her sit up. He then removed his cashmere sweater and put it on her.
She rolled the sleeves up as a soft smile graced her lips.
He looked at her questioningly. "What are you smiling at?"
"You, always being so attentive to my needs, you knew I was cold so you gave me your sweater; such a true gentleman."
"I do know how to satisfy you, don't I?" He ran his hands up along her bare thighs.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Like no one else ever has." She kissed him.
Finally he lifted her up off the table and back down to the carpet. He then took her hand. He was about to lead her out of the room when he smirked. "Someone made a mess."
Blair glanced down at the wet spot on top of the gorgeous tablecloth. "I don't think that was just me."
He kissed her temple as they walked out of the room. By the time they had reached their room he was fully aroused again. Watching her walk in front of him dressed only in his necklace and sweater that barely covered her ass and those heels of hers was just too much temptation.
They made love a second time followed by a shower. Afterwards she fell instantly asleep wrapped in her husband's arms. It was the most relaxed she'd been in weeks and she had him to thank for it.
The next morning he had let her sleep until nine when he woke her with breakfast in bed and then the two of them went to pick up their son. They spent the day together just the three of them alone. It was the most perfect Valentine's Day Blair had had since the previous one. She was spoiled and she loved every minute of it.