"Hey so, I ran everything by Laurel and it should be doable-" a familiar voice spoke, entering the open door of Chuck's study, prompting him to look up from his mess of paperwork with a raised eyebrow in question. "Oh, Chuck! Sorry! I... I saw the door was open and just assumed Blair was in here... I didn't realize you were back!" Jenny spoke as she stopped in her tracks just inside the room and glancing up from the samples draped over her arms long enough to realize that Blair wasn't in the room.
"I've been back for almost two weeks now," he casually informed her as he sat back in his seat. "I take it you didn't see the New Gossip Girl blast?"
"No, I unsubscribed to all that years ago back when I left the city for good," she stated. "You being back... that's good though, right? Henry must be thrilled..." she spoke, not quite sure what the right answer was. While she knew there had been complications between Chuck and Blair ever since Nate's passing and had heard rumors that Chuck had been away at rehab this past summer, last she knew, Blair was still upset with him.
"It is," Chuck spoke matter-of-factly. "And he is."
Blair had been able to resolve her issues with Jenny Humphrey and bury the hatchet years ago, even going so far as to admit that Jenny was the person she needed most as Head Designer for Waldorf Designs, but there had always remained a bit of never-mentioned awkwardness between her and Chuck. While he knew talking about that night and clearing the air probably would have been the best thing for them, the truth was, it was a night he definitely wasn't proud of and would much rather forget ever happened and well, Little J knew better than to ever bring it up again. They had silently agreed to just avoid each other as much as possible, however the fact that he now had to occasionally run into her from time to time made completely moving on and forgetting much more difficult.
"If you're looking for Blair, last I knew she was upstairs," he told her, turning his attention back to his work laid out before him.
"Right, thanks," Jenny uttered as she began to back out of the room, knowing full well Chuck had nothing more to say to her. He never did. "Chuck?" she questioned him once more, pausing in the doorway.
"Yeah?" he looked up, curious as to what more she could possibly say as they never spoke anything more than pleasantries in passing to each other.
"I'm glad you're doing better," she sincerely added before turning away. Having known and witnessed first hand just how destructive Chuck could get when he was depressed, she knew it had have taken a lot for him to admit he needed help to get better.
"Thanks," he softly spoke as he watched her retreat to the hallway, making her way up the stairs to find Blair.
"Jenny! There you are – did you bring me the samples and the portfolio?" Blair eagerly questioned as she saw the tall skinny blonde now standing in her bedroom doorway.
"Yep, got them both here," Jenny showed her, holding up the prototype dresses draped over one arm and a totebag with the book in her other.
"Come in, come in – have a seat," Blair motioned for her to follow her over to the bench at the end of the bed and have a seat. "I was just sorting through my closet, making sure I have enough space for all the new Fall collections," she spoke with a smile as she reached for the book Jenny was handing her.
"I ran it all by Laurel – you'll see right there the proposed changes we make to these two dresses..." Jenny's voice trailed as she pointed at the page in question. "It will definitely be doable to make the changes and have them ready to go for Fashion Week if we act fast," she explained.
With Fashion Week beginning in ten days, Blair, Jenny and the whole Waldorf Designs team had to move quickly, having been tipped off just days ago that a competing designer's collection was almost identical down to the same fabric patterns as the collection they had been working on for months. To say their scramble to come up with something new and fresh on such short notice was stressful was an understatement.
"Looks good to me," Blair confirmed as she flipped through the pages. "You know, I have to admit, hiring you as my Head Designer I do believe was the best decision I've made for my mother's company, Little J," she spoke with a proud smile. "You've come a long way."
"Thanks, Blair," Jenny shyly replied as she accepted the compliment. "Speaking of coming a long way... I ran into Chuck downstairs – you didn't mention he was home."
"Yes well, he's still... in transition, getting back into the groove and routine of things now that summer's over and we're back in the city. I didn't want everyone hassling him," Blair tried to explain. Truthfully, she didn't know what difference it made to her business whether or not her workers at the atelier knew her husband was home or not. They had purposely tried their best to keep Waldorf Designs and Bass Industries as two separate entities.
"Good luck with that tomorrow," Jenny remarked as she stood to leave, knowing she'd have to get back to the atelier so the seamstresses could get back to work.
"Tomorrow?" Blair questioned, confused as to what Jenny was inferring.
"The annual Conservancy Gala," Jenny clarified. "The Basses are going, aren't you?"
"I..." Blair stumbled, not really sure how to answer her.
True, they had received the invitation to the exclusive event just as they had every year, however she didn't bother mentioning it to Chuck as while she knew he would insist they go for appearances sake, after The White Party she had a feeling Chuck wasn't quite ready to face their high society peers just yet. Not to mention the stress with work that they had both been under all week...
"We have decided to forgo the event this year," she simply announced, getting straight to the point. "With everything that's been going on at the atelier all week and Chuck's been so busy with Bass this week as well... getting back into the swing of things..."
"He did seem a bit stressed," Jenny chimed in.
"Exactly! And having to deal with everyone, hounding him about his whereabouts these past few months... you can see how it wouldn't help," Blair pointed out to her, realizing for herself that perhaps Chuck did need a break from work if it was obvious to someone such as Jenny Humphrey that he was stressing too much. "Now, run along – there are dresses to be fixed! Tell Laurel I give my approval for the changes and to go on ahead with them immediately," she ordered, shooing Jenny along with a wave of her hand.
"See you later, Blair," Jenny spoke as she went on her way, leaving Blair to contemplate the best, most effective way to de-stress a Bass.
Alone once again, she paused to think of the best solution.
It was after eight o'clock and Henry was already in bed for the night so they pretty much had the house to themselves.
But how to get Chuck to relax...
Her mind suddenly recalled a conversation she had once had long ago with Serena.
"B, what's it gonna take to get you to relax?" Serena had calmly questioned her, seeing just how stressed she had become talking about needing to sit in the jumpset of the helicopter that would be taking her to Teterboro to catch the Bass jet.
Without missing a beat or even needing to think about it, she immediately purred out his name, knowing there was no denying it – only he could completely distract her and put her at ease for any period of time.
She then realized that was the perfect and most obvious solution, not just for him but for her as well. As much as she had initially been holding out since his return, hesitant to fully take him back, he had definitely been proving to them all these past few weeks that he really was serious about things this time.
Sex was a guaranteed way to take both their minds off everything, however given that Chuck had been cutting their makeout sessions short all week - her craving and want to be with him again was becoming annoyingly constant and heightened more so when she'd wake in the morning or middle of the night and spy him sleeping beside her so peacefully, so handsome - at this point she was starting to theorize that as much as she knew he was awaiting their physical reunion, perhaps he was scared to push it, stopping things from going too far for fear that it was too soon? Or fear that she would end up regretting it? She knew she just had to come up with some way to convince him she was ready and to finally give in to her.
Looking around the room, she spotted her bridal set sitting at the bottom of the point in her small jewelry ring dish on her dresser. Swiftly walking over to it, Blair let out a reluctant sigh with a shake of her head and knowing grin on her face as she removed the rest of her rings to get them.
It was such a simple gesture yet she knew how much it would mean to him. She couldn't help wondering why it hadn't occurred to her sooner to put them on. While she had taken them off months ago in a spur-of-the-moment decision to make a point mainly to herself after the separation papers had promptly been returned – signed no less - she knew deep down that she most likely would never leave him for good. They were two souls forever linked, no matter how much they may hate each other at times.
As she slid the set back onto her finger, the idea of how to get Chuck Bass into the perfect position to give in to her occurred.
Quickly undressing, Blair raced to her closet to retrieve her nude, silky satin robe. Stopping by the mirror only for a second to check her appearance, she pulled the pins from her hair, allowing the curls from her updo to fall, tousling them as she then proceeded to find her prey, determined to get exactly what they both had been wanting.
"Hey," Blair's voice gently called to Chuck from the doorway as he looked up and saw her standing there in her robe, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe.
"Hey," he murmured in return, his focus back on his work as he shifted papers around in front of him while he sat at his desk in his study.
As she entered further into the room, Blair couldn't help noticing the entire top of the desk was covered. She began to feel some remorse as had she not been so busy at the atelier this week, she would have realized how bad things had been for him at BI and attempted taking his mind off things much sooner. It appeared she wasn't the only one hiding work problems while at home this week as she had done her best not to let on to Chuck just how crazy things actually were at the atelier. He already had enough on his plate sorting through Jack's mess to come up with a solution that wouldn't hurt Bass Industries even more than it already was.
"It's seriously taken me all week to get through this mess!" he huffed. "How he managed to screw up so bad in a few short months is beyond me! It's like he was purposely trying to sabotage everything I've worked so hard for the last few years!"
"Didn't you tell him just to let Hollanburg do all the actual work?" Blair couldn't help wondering as she came around the desk to stand beside him, glancing around at the mess of paperwork.
"Of course, I did! But we all know Jack..." he snarked in annoyance. "Can't do a damn thing he's told..."
"You made the right choice, cutting him out," Blair spoke up as she carefully took a seat on the arm of the chair, snaking an arm behind his shoulders.
"If only I had done it sooner... I don't know why I gave him another chance," he sighed in frustration.
"For the same reason I gave you another chance," she calmly began to explain. "Jack may be an ass, but he's still family. And although I know you'd never actually admit it, you do love him to some extent, being that he is your uncle... it's hard to turn away someone you love."
Chuck snorted at the thought. Despite knowing she was right – Jack was family and that was the only reason he had given him as many chances as he had – he would never verbally admit any feelings of love towards the man.
"Blair, I really can't think of any easy solution to fix this mess though," he worried, somewhat changing the subject as he continued staring at the mess of papers in front of him. "I'm probably going to have to either delay or cut funding on a few of the projects already underway in order to make up for these losses... I honestly don't understand – it wasn't that hard!"
"You have to remember though, Jack's used to only running one branch of the company and not the whole thing – he's not used to multi-managing an entire Fortune 50 company like you have been," she reminded him. "I can imagine it would be a lot for someone to take on who's not used to doing it on a regular basis..."
"I know, I know... and I keep trying to remind myself that..." he hissed out of habit only to quickly apologize. "Sorry... I know you're just trying to help."
"It's alright, I know you're just stressed about this," she assured him as she leaned a bit closer, her head resting against his as she now had both arms wrapped around him.
"God, I could really use a drink right now..." he lamented as he shut his eyes and rested the back of his head against the cool leather of the office chair.
"Chuck..." Blair sternly warned.
"Relax, I'm not going to," he shot back with a snarl. "I'm just saying... I'm being honest here, okay? I really could use a drink... just one..."
"Just one is what messed up your recovery after the last time you came home from rehab," she quickly reminded him. "Just one drink, I can handle having just one... every once in awhile... and a few at social events... and family gatherings... oh and a nightcap..." she continued on, attempting to mimic his voice.
"Alright, enough – I get it," he quietly growled, exhaling a deep breath a moment later. "It's just... times like this... it's hard, Blair, okay? It's really hard..." he softly spoke as he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. "I'm frustrated, I don't know what to do and I haven't figured out another way yet to cope with this kind of stress!" he stated as he felt wetness starting to prick at his eyes. "It's barely been two weeks since I've been back and I feel like I'm already starting to fail..." he admitted as he held his face in his hand.
"Chuck..." Blair gently called to him as she now pulled him into her arms, rocking him in comfort as she sweetly kissed his cheek. It wasn't often that Chuck was frustrated to the point of tears.
"Who am I kidding, Blair? Even Teddy Williams said it last week at the White Party – a sober Chuck Bass is unheard of. I don't know what I was thinking..."
"Chuck, I think... that Teddy Williams is a jerk who just wants to see you fall, and I also think that you have been trying so hard these past few weeks to prove to everyone that you can do this. You've been trying so hard... especially to prove to me, to prove to Henry... and while I appreciate the fact that you really are determined this time... you don't need to do everything all at once. You can't be everything to everyone all the time. I know you said they told you to get back into a routine, but I don't think they meant to make yourself so busy that you get overwhelmed-"
"I'm not overwhel-"
"Yes, you are," she insisted, speaking over him as she continuing what she was saying. "You know that I know what that's like, feeling stuck, like things are out of your control and you don't know what to do – I get that, believe me. But sometimes... you just need to take a step back from everything and breathe," she tried to explain. "I love you, Chuck – I really do. And that's why I gave you another chance despite the belief everyone outside our family has that I'm a fool for doing so again-"
"I'm sorry..."
"It's fine - I know their opinions don't matter in the grand scheme of things. We own this city, they'll just have to deal with it," she told him, feeling a small victory as she could hear a tiny noise that sounded like a laugh escaping from him at those words. "But Chuck... I love you and Henry loves you. No matter what happens, you'll always have us. And right now, it's the weekend. I think you should put this all away, take the weekend off and just focus on taking things one day at a time. Here. With me. Okay?" she paused as she waited for Chuck to give a little nod in agreement. "The company will still be there on Monday and perhaps you should take all this to Hollanburg and the board and the analysts and see what they suggest, alright?" she advised as he once again nodded in agreement. "Now... why don't we go upstairs and see if we can't find a way to take your mind off of all this?" she suggested with a smirk of her own.
"And just what exactly did you have in mind?" Chuck questioned as he lifted his head to look at her with a raised eyebrow only to see her giving him that look that she clearly had something in mind. He couldn't possibly believe she was suggesting what he had been secretly desiring and longing for ever since he saw her for the first time in months.
"Follow me upstairs, Bass, and you'll see," she grinned at him devilishly as she removed herself from his lap, leaning over just enough to display some of her cleavage her satin robe had been hiding from him as she passionately kissed him, pulling away before he had a chance to react. "I promise, alcohol and Jack will be the furthest thing from your mind," she teased as she began to make her way to the door.
"I don't want a pity fuck, Blair," Chuck sighed in frustration, having a feeling that was exactly what she had in mind. While they both knew it would take his mind off things, at the same time, he didn't want their sexual reunion to happen simply out of pity.
"Pity fuck?" she scoffed in amusement. "Who said anything about sex?"
"Well I'm not in the mood to curl up and watch a classic right now either..." he quipped back. While he had enjoyed snuggling together and watching old films in bed last weekend, he had far too much on his mind right now to be able to actually focus on anything entertaining.
"Charles Bartholomew Bass you will put that paperwork down until Monday and meet me upstairs in five minutes or less if you know what's good for you. Don't make me ask twice," she warned, taking the reigns and rendering him speechless as she walked out the door. He knew that tone and he knew it meant he better do as she demanded without further question.
Curious just as to what she was up to, he didn't need to be told twice. Quickly setting his work aside, he rose to his feet to follow after her.
Chuck wasn't sure what to expect as he made his way into their bedroom, pausing in the doorway as he looked around and didn't see her. But then he heard the water beginning to run in their ensuite and slowly made his way there.
"What's this?" he asked as he watched her test the water temperature in their jacuzzi bathtub with her finger.
"I thought maybe you could use a relaxing soak in the tub," she simply responded without looking at him, her focus on the bath she was currently drawing. "Lavender or warm vanilla?"
"Lavender is fine," he told her as he tried to mask his disappointment. While he appreciated the sentiment, a bath was definitely not what he was expecting when he made the decision to follow her upstairs.
"Go get undressed," she ordered as she noticed he continued to stand there in the doorway, watching. "I'll have it ready in just a minute."
Chuck reluctantly did as he was told, removing his clothing in the bedroom.
"Guess it can't hurt," he decided as he resigned himself to the fact that tonight wasn't going to be the night he was so anticipating. He agreed to give her all the space and time she needed before she felt ready to be with him again beyond a doubt, not bothering to bring the topic up again since he first arrived in the Hamptons. He had to admit though, not allowing things to escalate too quickly was starting to become excruciating.
All that changed when he walked back into the ensuite to see her sitting there in the tub among the jets quietly churning bubbles, a bobby pin between her teeth as she finished pulling her hair up, the top her breasts and bare shoulders on full display. Several candles had also been lit, their light reflecting off the mirrored tile around the back walls of the tub. Confirming his eyes weren't deceiving him, he quickly glanced around and noticed her satin robe was now in a pile on the floor, her matching slip and panties having joined it.
"Blair, are you sure about this?" he asked her as he continued to stand there, hesitant as he wasn't sure if this was some sort of game or if she was just being a tease. Regardless, he really wasn't up for either tonight. "I'm really not in the mood for-"
"Just get in, Bass – the water's extra warm, just the way I know you like it," she informed him as she reached out a hand towards him, signaling for him to come join her.
Unsure as to what she was playing at, Chuck carefully stepped in, taking a seat near her but leaving just enough space between them in case she wasn't fully comfortable with the possibility of what could end up happening.
"Seriously, Chuck?" Blair wondered in annoyance as she noticed what he was doing. "Come over here and let me massage your shoulders," she demanded at once.
"But I thought you wanted to take it-"
"It's fine, Chuck," she firmly assured him. "Just trust me, I'm not an idiot, I know what could happen... just come here."
At her command, Chuck once again did what he was told, coming over to her and sitting right between her legs, his back to her. He closed his eyes and slowly breathed in and out as he felt her nipples lightly brush against his back. Being this close to her, like this... it was torture. He had to give it to her though, at that moment alcohol and Jack were the furthest things from his mind as he fought the urge to turn around and reclaim her right then and there.
Suddenly he felt her rubbing a loofa along his back, neck and shoulders, making his skin slippery and wet. A moment later her small hands began to work the muscles along his shoulders, kneading them as if they were clay.
"You're really tense, Chuck," she quietly spoke as she noted several knots right off the bat. "You haven't seen your masseuse yet since you've been back?" she further questioned.
"No, it must have slipped my mind," he responded as he continued focusing on just breathing. He made the mistake of opening his eyes though and looking towards the mirrored tile on the wall across from them. He almost forgot to breathe, he was so taken by the candlelit sight of how beautiful she was despite her focus on working out a knot between his neck and shoulder.
"Chuck, relax," she urged him as she noticed his breathing had suddenly stilled. Looking up herself to see what was the matter, she couldn't help smiling as she made eye contact with him in the mirror. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, giving him a tight, loving squeeze, she pulled him further back towards her. "Just relax," she spoke again, this time practically whispering in his ear as her lips softly brushed against it.
At that, Chuck finally exhaled the breath he didn't realize he had been holding and allowed himself to relax, resting his arms on top of her thighs. Her silky smooth thighs, he couldn't help noticing. If alcohol wouldn't eventually kill him someday, surely she would be the death of him, he decided as he finally let himself become putty in her hands.
He had no sooner gotten accustomed to the administrations she had been performing on his neck, upper back and shoulders when he began to feel her lips against his skin, slowly trailing kisses from his shoulder up along his neck... His breathing once again began to get heavy as he closed his eyes and carefully cocked his head to the right, gently reaching his left hand up behind him, his fingers entangling themselves in her loose tendrils she had pulled up earlier. Her hair was so soft.
As he felt her teeth beginning to nibble along his ear and one of her hands gently stroking the hairs on his chest he could only hope she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Blair..." he managed to finally breath out. "Mmm... What are you doing?" he had to ask as his right hand gripped that silky smooth thigh of hers as her teeth nipped a spot on his neck that she knew drove him crazy. If this was a game or just a tease she could kill him right now and he wouldn't even mind.
"I'm making you forget," she breathed along his neck, continuing to drive him crazy.
"Forget what?" he wondered out loud as he attempted to think, however his mind had suddenly become so cloudy that all he could think about right now was her. And her amazing naked body currently wrapped around him from behind. And that wicked mouth of hers, teasing him to oblivion. And just how badly he wanted to fuck her.
"Exactly," she grinned against his shoulder, knowing she was accomplishing her goal for the night.
He then felt her arm reaching across the front of his neck, her hand pulling his face towards her. He had no sooner opened his eyes and met hers over his shoulder when felt her lips crashing against his in a searing, passionate kiss he immediately returned with one of his own. Their tongues darted in and out of each others mouths, fully exploring. God it had been so long.
And then she pulled away.
But just for a moment as she pushed him forward enough to squeeze out from behind him, moving so she was now straddling him as she pushed him back against the back of the tub where she had been a moment before.
They stayed like that for just a second, eyes locked on each other as Chuck silently questioned if she was sure.
With a tiny nod of her head, Blair gave him the okay.
Never wanting anything more in his life, Chuck quickly sat forward, pulling her to him as his lips rushed to hers. Simultaneously, he felt her legs wrapped around his waist as her arms clung around him. His lips trailed along her wet skin, from her exposed neck down to her breasts, kissing and nipping as he went, causing her to whimper and moan in want. As if he weren't already hard, he definitely could feel himself between them now.
"Chuuuck..." she couldn't help purring his name as her head hung backwards in absolute bliss. "Chuck, take me now," she begged as she felt his teeth pulling at her nipple, her other one hardening at the sensation. "Please... I'm ready – I want to feel my husband inside me."
At that, Chuck freed the nipple he had been toying with as a sigh of relief escaped him at hearing her words.
"Please..." she begged once more, her left hand brushing against his cheek as her fingers ran through his hair, her eyes desperately pleading with his. It was then that he had noticed she was wearing her bridal set once again.
It was all the confirmation he needed. She finally decided she wanted to be with him again. And who was he to deny his wife of that?
Capturing her mouth once more with his, he leaned backwards against the tub, drawing her with him as he adjusted them, positioning himself right at her center. Pausing to take in the sight of her hovering above him, her eyes closed as she waited to feel him fill her, one hand holding onto the side of the tub for leverage while her other held tightly to his shoulder, he gently ran a finger on his left hand down her side while his right hand held onto her thigh. Ready to finally consummate their reunion, his left hand then grabbed onto her waist and slowly began guiding her down onto him as he arched his hips forward to meet her, slowly filling her to the hilt.
Aside from the faint sound of the tub's jets churning the water, the only other sound in the room was their slow, steady breathing, completely in sync together, as inch by inch they became one.
In and out he slowly guided her, both his hands now on her waist as they found their old familiar rhythm. Her hands were now each pressed against his shoulders as she leaned into him even more, her nipples grazing against his chest hairs as they rocked back and forth, his lips desperate to capture hers.
It felt good for both of them. Oh so good as they moaned and purred and whimpered each other's names.
Blair couldn't believe how she ever thought anyone else could satisfy her like he could – the man knew exactly how to worship her and make her feel like the Queen that she was. And for Chuck... the reality of their reunion was far, far better than he had ever anticipated.
It was slow and agonizing at first as he helped her ride him, slowly building things up as much as possible. They both knew that if they took it too fast, it would be over much much quicker than either of them wanted.
At first one of his hands held her by the back of the neck, holding her to him as their mouths took turns assaulting each other, while his other hand ran its way down along her wet back, the other trailing behind, following down to the curves of her ass. She gasped in pleasure as he gave it a hard squeeze with both hands. It was no secret, Chuck was a total ass-man and he had always found hers to be perfection.
Gripping onto her ass with both hands, Chuck moved her back and forth, starting to go faster and faster. Eventually she pressed herself fully against him, her arms clinging around him as she felt her release starting to build up. Her breath hitched between whimpers in his ear. She could feel moisture starting to well up in her eyes as she tightly clenched them shut while he grinded her faster and faster, up and down his length. The feeling was so amazing.
"Chuck..." she purred breathlessly as their wet skin slid against each other. "Oh god... yes... yes, Chuck... yes..." She could feel herself closer and closer to release with every stroke.
Hearing her say his name like that for the first time in what felt like forever along with feeling her walls tightly contracting around him, that was all it took to send him over the edge.
"Blair..." he panted as he looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, mouth open, cheeks flushed, stray tendrils of curls having fallen and a look of pure ecstasy on her face as she achieved orgasm... she was breathtakingly beautiful. Wrapping his arms around her as tight as he could, pulling her to him, releasing a few short breaths he came just a moment later.
After they both had their release, Blair nearly collapsed on top of him in his arms as he laid back against the tub, his chest slowly rising and falling as hers did the same against him, both trying to catch their breath.
"That was incredible," Blair gasped a moment later, her head now resting against his shoulder. "I could stay passed out like this for the rest of the night," she mumbled from her spot as Chuck finally lifted a hand to run his fingers through her tousled hair, having fallen out of the hair pins she had originally tucked it up into earlier.
"Me too," he sighed in contentment as he stayed there with her, neither one of them wanting to move. "But we both know the timer on the jets is going to stop soon and then the water will get cold... I couldn't bear to have you freeze in cold water and catch pneumonia," he playfully joked.
"Just a few more minutes then... until the jets turn off?" she pleaded against his shoulder.
"Fine, I suppose that would be alright," Chuck mocked sarcastically as he wrapped an arm around her to keep her warm. He couldn't help noticing that the water level had oddly sunk.
"I'm comfortable... and you wore me out," she was quick to declare.
"Hey! Not my fault – you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into," he reminded her with a laugh.
She couldn't help smiling at that. It had been quite awhile since she had last seen him happy and at ease like this. Come to think of it, it was the first time in awhile she too had truly felt happy.
Tilting her head upward, she stretched her neck just enough to get his attention with her lips lightly brushing his. Looking downward at her, Chuck tenderly kissed her back. As she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, keeping his mouth to hers for some time, he felt his limp cock start to harden again as she was still straddling his lap.
"Come on, let's get out of the tub," she announced a moment later as they both heard the jets kick off and she attempted to stand only to wobble.
"And go where?" he couldn't help wondering as he quickly reached up and helped her balance.
"I could go for a shower..." Blair innocently answered with a wicked grin after a second of pretending to think of her options.
"Sounds perfect," Chuck replied as he followed her out of the tub.
They had no sooner both gotten into the shower and turned the water on when Chuck lifted Blair up onto him, gently pushing her back up against the wet tile wall for leverage as he drove himself into her over and over with abandon. Animal instinct taking over, they hardly noticed the hot water from the shower head raining down on them. Her hands pulled through his hair, her head thrown back in ecstasy. His lips hungrily trailed kisses along her neck to the top of her breasts which were smashed between them as his hands behind her held tightly to her shoulders.
All Chuck could think about was her and just how long he had wanted her.
God how he loved and missed her.
So much.
After they both came again and finally got around to washing each other, they had decided to resign their activities to their bed for the rest of the night. It was getting late after all and Henry wasn't one to sleep in on a Saturday morning.
They slept off and on all throughout the night, however sleeping together naked they soon learned had been a bad idea.
"Mmm... what do you think you're doing?" Chuck sleepily moaned, his eyes still closed as he reached down and tangled his fingers in her thick curls. "Not that I'm complaining... you definitely know the best way to wake me up..." he sighed deeply as he felt her hand expertly working his length, making him hard.
"What can I say? I missed you," Blair paused, moving further down his body. He soon felt her tongue brush along him just before her mouth fully engulfed his head and began it's proficient ministrations. Lifting his head from the pillow just enough to look down at her, she paused again as they briefly made eye contact before she turned her attention back to pleasuring him, her lips wrapping around his head once more.
Chuck was completely powerless in that moment, only able to watch for a second more before the pleasure became too much, forcing him to rest his head back and close his eyes in ecstasy as she went to work, taking him in deeper.
"God, that was amazing..." he sighed happily once he was spent while she climbed back up to the top of the bed, snuggling in beside him. "You're amazing," he breathed as he glanced over at his wife, fully in awe of her. Reaching for her with one hand, he leaned up just enough to capture her lips. "I don't deserve you," he couldn't help remarking as their kiss broke.
"I know," she casually responded with a smirk as she rolled back over onto her side, her back to him, prompting him to roll over and wrap himself around her.
"I love you, Blair," he whispered in her ear as he planted a kiss on her bare shoulder, holding her tightly to him.
"I love you too, Chuck," she spoke with a slight smile. "Goodnight," she yawned, still wiped out from earlier.
"Goodnight," he uttered back to her, however feeling her silky smooth bare skin just under his hand... needless to say, he was tempted to return her little favor.
First he delicately trailed a finger just under the curve of one of her breasts to the end of her sternum, Then he traced a line down to her belly button, carefully circling it before resting his hand just over where her baby was growing to the untrained eye, gently cradling it as his lips brushed along the curve of her neck. He watched as a shy smile formed on her lips while her eyes remained closed. Next he slowly worked his hand down below her waistline, gradually cupping her sex, his thumb lingering just at her clit. As he slipped a finger past the slit of her folds, he heard a quiet purr escape from her lips.
With a wicked grin, Chuck slipped his other arm around her, reaching up to cup one of her breasts, eventually teasing her nipple as he ran his lips along the exposed nape of her neck, his fingers working up her natural wetness. He could feel her pulse racing against him as her breathing became heavier. Her breath hitched and eyes flew open the moment he slid one finger and then another fully inside her.
Soon she wrapped her leg around his, opening herself up to him further as her toes dug into his calf. As he worked his fingers in and out of her, feeling her walls clenching around them, aside from the sound of skin on skin, her moans and pants were the only other noise in the room. However he wasn't quite ready to let her come just yet.
Sliding his arm out from underneath her, maneuvering her onto her back as he leaned over and captured her mouth with his, he gave her a lingering kiss as he momentarily pulled away from her.
"Chuck?" she gasped, her breasts rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, suddenly confused as to why he stopped. Why he wasn't letting her finish.
"God, I've missed your taste," he spoke as he wrapped his two fingers in his mouth, tasting them clean. Without further delay, he had positioned himself between her legs, his tongue running along her folds before lapping at her wetness. Wetness that was all because of him and no one else.
Blair titled her pelvis towards him, her back slightly arched off the bed as her head shook back and forth in pure pleasure. His hands grasped around her thighs as his thumb teased her clit from the top, his talented tongue now darting in and out of her. With her eyes closed, she gripped the pillows around her as she felt her release building.
But again, her eyes flew open as she felt him suddenly stop and pull away once more.
"Chuck! What the hell?!" she breathed in a panic, her body suddenly frustrated. "I need you..." she whimpered, desperate for release.
"And you'll have me," he responded with a devilish grin as he climbed back up towards her, his mouth reaching hers for another kiss. She no sooner wrapped both her arms and legs around him, holding him to her so he couldn't leave again. She soon grew confused though as he continued to resist even when she leaned herself towards him and dug her heels into his buttocks, attempting to push him into her.
"Chuck? What's wrong?" she questioned, her breath short.
"You're mine," he lowly spoke, his eyes suddenly filled with a fiery look she hadn't seen since the first time they had hate sex years and years ago.
"Yes," she breathed, desperate to resume their activity as she once again attempted to pull him to her. "As you are mine."
"No one else's, just mine," he harshly spoke again.
"Jesus, Chuck! Really?" she exclaimed in annoyance as she loosened her grip around the back of his neck, sliding her hands down to his shoulders now. "I thought I made it clear," she snipped. "You know that!"
"Then say it," he snarled as they continued to stare each other down.
"Just yours, Chuck" she sighed as she sunk into the bed, frustrated. She thought they had made headway tonight. She hadn't expected him to bring up her one indiscretion now, after everything that had already happened tonight. But clearly she was wrong and he still needed the assurance. "I only want you."
They started each other down for yet another moment, as if he were studying her, trying to read into her mind that there was no doubt whatsoever, before she suddenly felt him plunge deep within her. With no control over her body, she found herself clinging to him in every possible way. Quickly finding their familiar rhythm once again, they were a tangled mess of limbs, groping and gasping for the other before Chuck had an idea and suddenly pulled out.
"Chuck!" she cried in protest, having grown tired of him prolonging their climax yet again.
"Turn around," he uttered between breaths, something having caught his eye.
"What? Why?" she gasped as she rolled over and tried to make sense of why he was torturing her so.
"Just... I want you to see," he attempted to tell her as he watched her assume the position in the mirror above their dresser on the adjacent wall. "Look," he instructed as he whispered over her shoulder, his hand holding her just under the chin as he pointed her view to where he was looking. "You're so fucking beautiful, I'm so lucky... I don't deserve you," he murmured into her ear as he ran several fingers down along her neck, along her front, between her cleavage and then down to her once flatten stomach which now was sporting a hardly noticeable baby bump, allowing her to catch a glimpse of them in the mirror, before thrusting himself into her from behind, completely catching her by surprise as she dropped to her hands.
She had to admit, watching him fuck her like that... it was definitely a turn on and satisfied the exhibitionist side of her that only Chuck knew about. She secretly loved the thrill of the risk of someone catching them in the act.
Seeing her subtly smirk as she watched them in the mirror only made him even harder as he gripped her thighs, his thumbs tracing the curves of her ass that he loved so much. Curious, he gently yet forcefully placed a thumb to her anus, rubbing just along the outside.
"Mmm," she moaned ever so sensually. Watching, he noticed her eyes close as she bit down on her bottom lip. "Oh god... Chuck..." she purred as he rubbed along the rim a little more, his cock still buried deep inside her. "Mmm, yes..." she went on, rocking her derriere against him, encouraging him to continue. "Don't stop," she nearly begged. "It feels so fucking good..." she cried in ecstasy as their bodies grinded against each other, faster and faster. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed as she began to ride out the longest orgasm she could remember having in what felt like ages.
"Almost there, baby, almost..." Chuck growled, thrusting as fast as he could, his climax just on the brink. He had no sooner come with her when her knees gave out as she collapsed on the bed with him right behind her. "That was-"
"Unbelievable!" Blair sighed in amazement as Chuck rolled off her and onto his back, both gasping for air.
"That it was," he remarked as he stretched his arm out, wrapping it around her as she scooted right up beside him, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. "Let's promise we won't ever go that long without sex again," he stated as he held her close.
"Agreed," she responded as she closed her eyes, having been thoroughly fucked and exhausted.
Spent but still wanting to be close, Chuck rolled over onto his side a moment later, facing her as he buried his face against the top of her breasts, one arm snaked underneath her, holding her as he gently stroked his other hand along her side and thigh and then onto her leg that was now wrapped around him. He couldn't help deeply sighing in contentment against her as he felt her lips brush against his forehead and her fingers combing through his hair.
"What are you thinking?" she delicately asked a moment later, breaking the peaceful silence of only their steady breaths in the room.
"How much I missed this... you..." his voice trailed as he nestled himself beside her, comfortable in their entwined position. "Feels like home... which feels like Heaven..."
Blair couldn't help smiling at his words. It had felt like Heaven to her too. And she had missed it as well.
"I am so, so sorry," he apologized a moment later, prompting her to pause her ministrations against his scalp.
"For what?" she quizzically wondered as she cocked her head slightly to glance down at him.
"I took you, took this – what we have – for granted," he clarified as he looked up at her. "I'm sorry."
"It was a rough time for you – I know he was like a brother to you... if it had been S I'm sure I would have had just as difficult a time," she tried to comfort him as she pulled him closer to her.
"No, you'd be freakishly calm after the initial shock wore off and then you'd dive headfirst into work as a distraction, picking fights with everyone over petty things to avoid dealing with your feelings," he stated, knowing he was right.
"You know me well," she remarked with a slight smile. He really did know her better than anyone.
"Admit it, I know you best... just as you do me," he declared as he held her tight, settling into her embrace one last time before he felt himself starting to drift off to sleep again, too worn out to move after their last round.
"You know me best, Bass," she uttered as she felt him falling asleep.
By the time morning rolled around and the sun had rose neither of them had gotten nearly enough sleep.
"Did you have anything planned for this weekend?" Blair couldn't help asking him as she laid curled up in his embrace, now under the covers, her head resting on his chest. At some point in the night Chuck had woken up and carefully carried her back to the top of the bed with him.
"Other than rechristening the whole townhouse with you? Nope," he responded as he leaned down and kissed the top of her curls while giving her a loving squeeze.
"I'll let Dorota know to stock us up on supplies and see if Henry can spend the night with Leo since Lily will be at the Conservancy gala tonight. Can you ask her to take Henry on Sunday? See if she can't convince him that it was her idea and not ours?" she suggested as she rolled over to retrieve her phone from the nightstand next to her side of the bed.
"Already on it," Chuck confirmed as he too reached over to his nightstand for his phone and promptly began tapping out a text to his stepmother.
"She said that's fine," Blair announced a moment later, sitting her phone back down on the table as Dorota was quick to respond.
"As did Lily," Chuck informed her as he went to do the same.
"Now that that's taken care of..." Blair's voice trailed as she plopped back down on top of the pillows, reaching across Chuck, pulling him towards her. "Mr. Bass..." she seductively called to him, gaining his full attention.
"Mrs. Bass..." he curiously replied as he rolled onto his side, leaning down to face her.
"Make love to me?" she earnestly requested, leaning forward just enough for their foreheads to meet.
"Always," he breathlessly answered before his lips passionately took to hers, her hand working through his hair as he tightly held her to him.
Henry had just approached his parent's door and was about to turn the knob when he heard his mother say his father's name with a giggle, causing him to pause.
While he didn't know and was too young to understand exactly what they could be up to, he knew well enough that whenever his father made his mother laughed like that it usually meant she would be in a good mood for the rest of the day and that he should just let them be.
With a big smile, he tiptoed away, skipping back to his room, excited and hopeful at the prospect that maybe if his daddy could once again make his mommy happy like that then maybe - just maybe - he wouldn't leave again.
AN: So... Smutfest... =D
Hope I didn't disappoint! And hey, look! It's Little J in a likeable/tolerable form (if you've read some of my other works you know Rufus is the only Humphrey I don't mind, lol).
As always, thanks for all the comments/reviews and follows/favorites as well as being understanding about the wait between updates (my vacation was quite enjoyable, although tiring - it's almost like you need a vacation from your vacation! LOL). And thank you to M (scarlett2u) for continuing to beta on this one despite knowing how busy she can be (you know I love ya! ;-) ). And don't worry, OblongCreamPuff (love the name btw - it cracks me up! =D ) - there are some conflicts/arguments planned/written that come up between C and B later on, so nope, it won't be all daisies and sunshine between them the whole fic =D
Can't guarantee when the next chapter will be up as the bulk of it needs typed (in it's current state it's just scene fragments/dialogue and a page and a half full of notes I quickly scribbled down while at work one day last month lol...) and we're coming up on one of our busy times of year at work (I work retail management and it's almost time for our annual Back to School floorset - yay! Not.) so give me a couple of weeks to get it in order. In the meantime, don't be too surprised to see the conclusion of A Royal Affair sometime soon as I'm hoping to wrap that one up if the mood strikes me, however lately I've just been writing what pops into my head (hence the long-awaited delay on Chairytale) so we shall see ;-)
Until next time... #Edfest is currently going on right now with #Westweek starting up next week in honor of Ed's birthday on the 27th!