I know I've been MIA lately but this really is my crazy time; tons of travel and all the kids home. I will be honest and say I haven't been all that motivated to write lately. I feel like I've lost a bit of my muse. That changed yesterday when I had a Twitter convo with my dear friends Sabi and Angela about Blair wearing Chuck's shirt and their basic epicness. This is the result of that. You can all thank those two ladies for my inspiration. I've done no editing. I just wanted to write for fun so take that into account. If you like it let me know and if you don't hit the X in the top right corner. Enjoy and as always nothing belongs to me except Cordelia. Have a great weekend.

Chuck entered his unusually quiet Hamptons house. With three children, two nannies and a full staff not to mention various extended family members the house was many things at any given moment but quiet was not one of them. He walked directly through and into the kitchen. Normally someone could be found there but obviously today was an exception. He walked over to the large French doors looking out towards the porch. It was there that he spotted his beautiful wife. A quick glance at the pool told him she was alone as she lay on the oversized chaise reading a book.

He smiled to himself turning the knob and stepping through the door and out onto the porch. As he approached her he noticed she was wearing what looked and awful like his custom made lilac Turnball and Asser dress shirt. It fell mid-thigh leaving most of her tanned legs bare.

He had a fleeting thought about how much better it looked on her than him as she turned her face to him and smiled brightly. His heart skipped a beat. He swore that look of pure joy she gave him would never get old.

She reached up pushing her Ray-bans up on top of her head tucking her curls back behind them. "Hello, you're back early."

Chuck bent down kissing her lips. Separating from her he sat down on the edge of the chaise next to her. "I only played nine holes. I missed you guys too much."

Chuck had been playing a charity golf game with Nate, who had convinced Chuck to join him. He got halfway through and decided that he'd rather be home with his family. He had spent all week in the City closing a huge deal and had just arrived in the Hamptons last night just in time for dinner and baths. So he wrote a huge check apologizing for leaving early and rushed home.

He reached out taking her hand in his. "Speaking of my family, where is everyone?"

Blair set her book aside on the table next to her glass of iced tea. "Lily and Serena took Cordelia with them to get their nails done and Mom and Cyrus took the boys to the Bridgehampton Polo Club to see some of the horses. Ralph and Ricky promised them a tour and lunch."

"Henry will love that." He reached out toying with the buttons on the shirt she was wearing. It was unbuttoned quite far but not far enough for his taste. He released another one. "Is this my new shirt?"

She arched her back slightly pushing her breasts upward, smiling at him coyly. "You left it lying on the chair and I was chilly."

He looked her over. "It looks so much better on you than it does me." He leaned over her capturing her lips again. This time it was less chaste and more passionate. His hand toyed with another button popping it free. He slid his hand into the opening and was shocked to find her bare breast.

He pulled back looking down at her in mild surprise. "Were you sunbathing topless, Mrs. Bass?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. I was alone for the first time in a week and you know how much I hate tan lines. They're so tacky."

He smirked down at her. "Yes they are." He finished unbuttoning the last three buttons and pushed the sides of the shirt open. She was only wearing her bikini bottoms which were white, eyelet lace. He met her gaze as he ran a finger along the center of the lace.

"I think from now you should only wear my shirts. You look so sexy in them." His hand slipped into the top of her bottoms.

She spread her legs a bit allowing him more room. "What are you doing?" Her hips flexed as his fingers found her clit.

"I'm going to fuck my wife." He removed his hand and reaching the sides of her bikini bottoms he slowly pulled them from her legs tossing them aside.

"Chuck, what if someone comes back. Jean Michel only ran to the farm stand. He'll be returning shortly to prep dinner for the kids." Her words were said in protest as her body relaxed and opened for him in agreement.

Chuck settled himself between her open thighs. He covered her body with his as his lips hovered just above hers. "It won't be the first time he's caught us in a state of dishabille."

Her arms wrapped around his neck. "He's going to quit one of these days."

"I'll write him a big, fat check." He closed the barely there space between their lips pushing his tongue into her inviting mouth.

The only sound heard was the crashing of the waves onto their private strip of beach and their quickened breath.

Chuck slowly began to kiss a trail down her body; along her chin, down her neck, over her collarbone and between her breasts before capturing her right nipple with his mouth. As he grazed his tongue over the hardened bud his hand came up cupping her other breast teasing the nipple by running his thumb back and forth over it.

Blair moaned softly as her hands entwined in his hair pulling none too gently.

Releasing both breasts he continued kissing her warm, sun kissed skin. His tongue circled her navel as his hands slid under her hooking her legs over his arms and grasping her waist. He glanced up at her as he licked a trail from her navel to her clit and back again.

He loved how perfect her body was. Even though she had had three children you could barely tell. Other than the spread of her hips that had never really gone completely back after the birth of Ned she was exactly the same as when they first married.

"You are so perfect," he breathed against her stomach.

She opened her eyes halfway to look down at him. She touched her stomach. "Hardly, birthing three children ruins things." She ran a hand over her nonexistent stomach finding a fault that was only in her head.

"It's as flat as the day I married you." He placed a kiss were her hand had just skimmed over. "I could still do a line off of it." He raised his eyebrows at her. "Remember when you allowed me to do that?"

She bit her bottom lip, nodding her head. "You always were able to get me to do things I wouldn't normally do."

He smirked at her. "We could do it again."

She shook her head. "We are a respectable married couple with a family now. We can't behave like that."

His shoulders shrugged slightly. "You're no fun."

She raised her bottom a bit. "Oh really?" She raised her eyebrows up at him.

"Well, maybe a little fun." He lowered his head and turned his attention back to pleasing her.

Blair's head fell back and she closed her eyes as her husband's tongue worked its magic. As her breathing quickened she turned her head taking in the scent of Chuck's cologne that still faintly clung to his shirt. The scent enveloped her as she felt her peak beginning to build.

Suddenly his mouth left her body and she reluctantly opened her eyes to see her husband kneeling between her thighs as he clumsily pulled his polo shirt from his shorts and quickly undid his belt. When the shorts were opened he pushed them down enough to free himself.

She sighed at the sight of his huge, erect cock.

"See something you like?" He was staring down at her with hooded eyes.

She reached out stroking him a couple of times before cupping his balls. "Yes, very much."

He growled softly as he removed her hand lowering himself back between her legs and burying himself deep inside her.

As the waves continued to pound the sand, Chuck and Blair frantically made love in the sunshine. Nothing and no one mattered in this moment but the two of them. If anyone were to walk out the pair of them would be completely oblivious to anything but each other. Nine years of marriage and they were still as in love as ever.

They had just pulled themselves back together when the door to the porch flew open and their five year old daughter, Cordelia, came bounding across the wooden floor.

"Mommy, look at my nails. I got…," she stopped turning back towards Serena who was following behind, "What's these called?" Her brow was wrinkled in confusion as she held up her hand.

"Daisies, my sweet." Serena smiled down at her.

Cordelia turned back towards her parents. "I got daisies." She stopped at the edge of the chaise showing her mother her nails. They were painted light pink with a daisy added to each one.

"Very pretty." Blair looked up at Serena with a look of disapproval and then back down at her daughter. "Did you have fun?"

Cordelia nodded her head vigorously and her dark curls bounced. "Daddy, can I get a kitty cat? They had one at the place and she was so," she dragged out the "so" dramatically, "pretty."

Blair shot Chuck a look before he gave the wrong answer. Chuck reached out picking his daughter up and settling her on his lap. Blair turned sideways a bit making more room. Serena plopped down at the bottom near their feet.

Chuck stared at his sister. "You know there are tons of other chaises to sit on."

Serena reached out squeezing his calf. "But this one is so cozy."

Blair laughed softly. Chuck rolled his eyes and Cordelia placed both hands on his face and forced him to look at her. "Can I, Daddy? Can I get a kitten?"

Chuck shook his head. "I don't think so sweetheart."

Immediately Cordelia's lip stuck out and she raised her big, brown eyes up at her father. She knew exactly what she was doing. "But why? Our house is so big," she held her arms out wide in demonstration, "and a kitty is so tiny." Her voice went high pitched at the end as she pinched her fingers together to show how small it was.

Chuck leaned forward and placed a kiss to her forehead. "I don't think Monkey would be very happy with a cat, sweetie. He's very old and kind of cranky."

Cordelia thought a minute and seemed to accept her father's answer. "Okay." She then glanced at her mother. "Mommy, why are you wearing daddy's shirt? That's for boys."

"Don't you like it?" Blair gave her daughter a pointed look.

Cordelia shook her head. "No I like you in pretty dresses and girls' stuff." She reached out with her tiny hand and touched the collar giving her mother a look of disapproval.

"I'll wear a dress tonight for dinner at the club. Will that make you happy?" Blair raised her eyebrows questioningly at her daughter.

Cordelia nodded again. "I'm hungry."

Chuck lifted her up and put her on the ground before standing up himself. "Let's go get you a snack." He leaned over giving Blair a kiss before taking his daughter's hand and leading her into the house.

Blair heard Cordelia say "Don't mess up my nails, Daddy," as they entered the house. Blair looked at Serena and they both laughed.

"She's such a little boss. Definitely no denying she's your daughter." Serena stood up.

"I am not bossy." Blair glanced up at her best friend in mock indignation.

"Sure. So, how close were we from walking in on you two going at it?"

Blair reached out picking up her book. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Serena raised her eyebrows looking down at her sister-in-law. "If you had buttoned Chuck's shirt correctly I might believe you." She turned and started to head inside. "See you at dinner," she called over her shoulder.

Blair looked down at the incorrectly buttoned shirt. Sighing, she carefully buttoned it again. Smiling to herself she opened her book and placed her glasses back on. It was a beautiful day.