AN: I am SO SORRY for those of you who have been waiting for this patiently. I felt there was a lot riding on this chapter and thus, it was incredibly difficult to write. I even had to rewrite a few pages of it because I felt the characterization was all wrong and didn't want to disappoint you guys after all of the build up in the past couple of chapters. Don't forget to review! Oh, and this chapter is totally rated M so enjoy it!

Chapter 11

Oh God, Blair thought with dread, it's over. He doesn't want me.

Blair felt like all of the air in the room had gotten sucked out as her chest began to move up and down at an erratic pace. She knew deep down that she should be used to this type of physical and emotional rejection by now, but for some reason the familiar feeling did not hurt any less than usual.

It must have been her destiny to suffer—to constantly love the people in her life who are only capable of letting her down.

But just before she threw in the towel for good and proceeded to tear apart every romantic, thoughtful detail she had put in the bedroom, Blair froze in place as she heard what sounded faintly like a knock on the door.

She held her breath, not trusting herself to speak, in hopes that whatever made the sound would do it one more time.

Instead, she watched with child-like wonder as the curve of the golden door handle began to twist seemingly on its own accord.

Not having time to react, Blair continued to watch as the door opened wide enough to reveal Chuck's form in the doorway.

She felt her heart melt when she saw flashes of both recognition and adoration cross his features as he drank in her appearance.

Time seemed to stop at that point. They gazed into each other's eyes in a hopeless attempt to communicate. Could they really do this? Would things ever be the same between them?

….Would they even want them to be?

Chuck wore his inner conflict on his face—caught somewhere in between wanting to dive into her arms and run away screaming. Chuck Bass wasn't good with this whole 'emotions' thing. He had made his choice; the one he secretly knew all along was no choice at all. There was Blair or there was nothing…absolutely nothing which validated his existence.

But that didn't change the fact that he was scared shitless.

Blair, on the other hand, looked down right bashful from her place on the bed. She was elated that Chuck had chosen her, but now they were stuck in limbo—where to go from here? She had sensed his hesitation almost immediately after he opened the door and she wanted to do anything in her power to make him feel safe. She smiled at him and nodded slightly, letting him know that it was okay—that she was scared too.

Chuck instinctively nodded back at her before entering the room; he stopped only briefly to shut the door behind him before approaching her from where she sat perched on the bed like the royalty she was.

Blair thought her heart was going to beat right out of her chest as he walked towards her slowly, like a lion stalking its prey. The sexual tension between them was always apparent, but now it was downright palpable—certain to knock Blair right off her stilettos had she been standing instead.

She half expected him to just push her back onto the bed and take her, but was completely thrown off when instead he knelt down on the floor in front of her. She gasped as the reality of the situation finally hit her. They were finally going to be together.

Chuck was not a submissive person by nature; like Blair, he was terrified of showing vulnerability because they both knew it made you weak—made it too easy for people to hurt you.

But tonight, in this room, their egos would not exist.

Cradling her calves in the palms of his hands, Chuck kept eye contact with Blair he leaned forward and kissed both stocking-covered knees.

Blair shuddered at the contact and made a small noise from the back of her throat. It was barely audible, yet she knew from the slight smirk Chuck flashed her that he had heard it loud and clear.

Needing desperately to touch him, Blair reached out a hand to run her fingers through his dark brown hair—a beloved ritual that she often indulged in whenever they were on good terms with each other; it was sweet, yet deeply intimate to touch him in a way they both knew no other woman bothered to before.

Chuck sighed as she continued her administrations, and responded by pressing his forehead against the small space between her knees. He then allowed his hands to explore the lower halves of her legs, massaging them sensually and recommitting each curve to his memory.

Blair's need for him grew exponentially with each gentle caress. She needed him to touch more of her—she longed to feel his heavy weight on top of her once again.

"Chuck…" she heard herself whisper suddenly.

He looked up at her with the same hooded eyes that made her fall for him so hard so long ago.

"Kiss me" she pled as she brought his face up to hers.

Chuck crawled up her body in an instant, returning the kiss with equal fervor as he made his way onto the bed with her.

"I'm sorry I'm late" he rasped against her mouth.

"You're not" she said without thinking.

"Yes I am" he said, pulled back to look at her "By about two months. Remember?"

"I don't want to remember" Blair told him, reaching up to undo the buttons of his dress shirt.

"You're here now. That's all that matters" she whispered.

Chuck felt like holding his breath as her small hands began to smooth themselves over the planes of his bare chest.

Blair smiled wickedly as she allowed her nails to gently scrape at his sensitive skin, earning herself a hiss of pleasure from Chuck's mouth.

He, in turn, ran one hand adoringly over her silk-covered form past her hip and down her thigh until his hand cupped the back of her knee. Placing his other arm around her waist, Chuck effortlessly lifted Blair up so he could lay her back down onto the middle of the bed.

As her head made contact with the comforter, her sun kissed hair fanned itself around her face in a way that made Chuck wonder how he ever tried to deny his feelings for her. She was so much more beautiful than she would ever know.

Now hovering over her, Chuck rested his weight on one arm as the one behind her knee began its torturous path back up her body. Momentarily slowing down to pay special attention to the part of her thigh covered by neither stocking nor silk, Chuck bent his head down to kiss the soft skin between her breasts. Sucking on that same spot lightly, he then moved up to capture her lips once again as his hand made its way to her ribcage. This time, he kissed her with an unhurried gentleness the two of them had never experienced together.

The pace both melted and frustrated Blair who was so used to their coupling being both rough and passionate. At the same time, she knew this change of pace was what she had asked for; it was proof that what they had surpassed the physical aspect—despite how incredible that certain aspect was. There would be time for hot and sweaty later; right now was about something else entirely—it was about two people letting each other past the protective brick walls they were once terrified to live without.

"Blair" Chuck began, a hair's breath away from her face.

"Mmm" she absently responded, tilting her head up in an attempt to recapture his lips.

"There's something I have to tell you" he told her.

"It can wait till after" Blair whispered, pulled his hand up from her hip and directly to her silk-covered breast.

Chuck instinctively began applying pressure to her breast, lavishing it with gentle squeezes as he caressed his thumb over her swollen nipple.

Blair arched her back up towards his hand in response.

He smiled at her eagerness.

"I don't think it can" he said, kissing her nose.

Blair's eyes fluttered open with a worried look. Despite his affectionate actions, she knew that when guys wanted to talk it almost always meant something bad—especially if they are putting off sex to do so. She learned that the hard way with Nate.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing" he responded, winding his hand through her hair "It's just, I realized when I was waiting for you that…Blair I…" he sighed "I just really fucking missed you."

Blair smiled at him, completely unaware of what Chuck was trying to actually tell her.

"I missed you too" she told him, touching the side of his face.

Chuck leaned down to kiss her the way she deserved to be kissed; as his tongue sought entrance inside her mouth, he maneuvered his body over hers by planting a knee on either side of her slender hips.

After a few moments, he moved his lips to her jaw and down her neck—following the trail he was making with his fingertips which sought to remove the barriers between them.

Blair chose to lay idle, save the fingers she had wound in his hair, as her dizzy brain could no longer register anything but the way he was making her feel: cherished.

As Chuck's lips made their way across her collarbone and down her cleavage, he gently began to pull the flimsy straps down her shoulders in order to reveal more of her preciously sun-kissed skin to greedy mouth.

Chuck cupped her bare breasts and felt her already hard nipples rubbed against the palms of his hands. He was in awe as he watched the way Blair's face contorted magnificently in pleasure. Leaning down, he took each bud into his mouth and lavished them with his talented tongue.

Her whole body seemed to dance under his administrations as she periodically arched up against him—brushing her own hips right up against his increasing need.

With a frustrated groan, Chuck slid off the bed, bringing Blair's chemise down with him. He froze when he saw that she wasn't wearing any panties and was now completely nude except for the stockings and heels.

"Chuck?" she whispered when she realized he stopped touching her.

"Yeah" he responded absently, completely stupefied by her beauty.

"Can we be done with the foreplay now?" she asked sweetly.

Chuck smiled as he shrugged out of his shirt.

"Feeling a little impatient are we?" he teased.

Blair grinned before sitting up and going for his belt buckle.

"Who were we fooling with that taking it slow stuff? We're Chuck and Blair" she told him, pulling his pants and boxers down.

His hard cock bobbed in the air and Blair wrapped her hand around it instinctively.

"Blair" he groaned as she began stroking him "I thought we were done with foreplay."

"But I've barely touched you" she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out.

Chuck caught her lip between his teeth as he eased himself on top of her, pressing her back onto the bed.

"Later, I promise" he told her, positioning himself at her slick entrance "Shit, condom."

"I'm on the pill" she told him, rolling her hips up to receive him.

Chuck fell forward and buried his face in her neck as he felt himself slip deeper inside of her warmth—the place he had been away from for far too long.

"Oh my god" Blair gasped, her whole body tensing around Chuck as she became readjusted to the sexual act she had been without for over six months.

She clung to him desperately, in some ways reliving the same experience she felt their first time. It had been a euphoric experience, losing her virginity—a whirlwind of pleasure, pain and indefinable human emotions she never knew existed until she felt Chuck inside of her.

"Fuck" he swore silently, willing his body to be still and give Blair time to adjust to him after so long. "Are you okay?" he asked her quietly.

"Yes" she whispered, pulled his head up to look into his eyes "Make love to me."

Slowly, Chuck began to thrust himself in and out of her wet channel.

"Like this sweetheart?" he asked, though her whimpers already told him the answer.

"Oh yes" Blair cried, his pet name prompting her to hold him even closer.

"You're so fucking beautiful" he grunted in her ear "so perfect, baby."

"Chuck" she moaned, rocking her hips up against him.

Chuck, in turn, began to pick up the speed in an attempt to keep up with the firecracker below him—spurred on by the sounds of her pleasure filling his ears.

"Yes…yes!" she cried, scratching her nails down his back.

The familiar sensation of her clawing at his back was enough to send Chuck over the edge. Barely holding on, he reached between them and rubbed her clit in hard, fast circles.

"God Blair" he groaned as he felt her walls clamp down on his cock for all he was worth.

"Oh Chuck I love you" she gasped as she came "I love you, I love you."

As her words sunk in, Chuck's hips surged forward and prompted him to cum the hardest he's ever come in his life.

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TBC…Hope it was worth the wait! More CB to come...