AN- Two updates in two days, I'm spoiling you! This chapter was written in a flash of inspiration and it came quite organically so I hope you like it! I've tried to heed what was said in my reviews and have taken everything that perhaps hasn't been included in this chapter into consideration for the last two upcoming chapters or perhaps future stories (I haven't written a smutty one-shot in a while and need a little inspiration).

Also, I agreed with a lot of reviewers that there's been nowhere near enough Chair interaction or chemistry this season. The last time they had any substantial air-time or cute interaction together was like at the auction (and I've gotta say, I absolutely loved "She took my shoes?"). They finally got them together and they have amazing actors like Leighton and Ed which seems like a recipe for epic Chair time and yet they're managing to completely eff it up!

Sorry. Surprise rant there. Reviews are always loved, especially notes re: characterization, situations etc.

19

She woke up with a familiar ache all over her body; one that she knew could only come from a heavy work out. Not that she or her boyfriend had ever stepped into a gym, but their exercise was still thorough and frequent. She smiled leisurely as she stretched out fully under the sheets, pointing her toes and reaching her arms high above her head. She twisted and contorted herself for a few minutes before relaxing back into the pillows again, enjoying the warm feeling of Chuck's heavy arm draped possessively over her bare stomach.

She sighed as she gazed at his sleeping form, taking him in with a sense of wonder that remained after a year spent together. Even after living together in The Empire penthouse for two months she still couldn't get over waking up next to him every morning, him always holding her tightly. She remembered the few times she had spent the night with other men before Chuck, the way she would fall asleep in their arms but wake to find herself cold, with them turned away from her on the other side of the bed. Whenever she woke up with Chuck he was always near her, making her feel so safe enclosed in his arms. Even in the height of the New York summer they'd always woken up entwined even though it meant they both woke sweating and sticking to one another. She smiled ruefully as she remembered the amount of times she'd woken early, dawn barely broken, too hot and sweaty to stay asleep. She stroked Chuck's hair carefully back from his brow as she recalled the numerous times she'd mounted him practically before he was awake, taking advantage of his natural morning arousal as she couldn't stop herself, so potent was her lust on those hot, heady mornings.

Blair turned onto her side to better see all of him, wriggling closer so their faces nearly touched. She loved looking at him asleep, the precious, quiet moments when he looked so peaceful. He was so much happier than during his earlier teen years, she knew, but he was rarely at peace. He had once said to her he would rather face constant misery than settle for mere contentment. Blair had felt disheartened, concerned that he would never find consistent happiness with her, but he had quickly noticed her distress and assured her that with her it was never an issue; she was the source of his joy, she was his ecstasy, his fury and his wrath. It was paved across his features during his waking hours; he was always so deeply considering everything. She had known from when they first met that he was so different from Nate and Serena, he wasn't shallow like them, he was a fathomless ocean, always planning and plotting and analysing everything happening around him. In that way he was her equal; nothing passed without its due attention.

She grazed his relaxed brow and his perfect cheekbones delicately with her fingers. Sometimes when she looked at him she couldn't understand what he saw in her, how she managed to contain him. It pained her sometimes to look at him he was so immaculately beautiful. She had wondered, on occasion, why someone like him was allowed to exist. On the Upper East Side everyone came from good genes, everybody was attractive, but nobody was like Chuck. He oozed sensuality to a dangerous level, every glance of his eyes or curve of his lips making Blair curious as to how anybody had ever resisted him. She certainly couldn't anymore, he knew her so intimately and so minutely that he needed only to quirk an eyebrow at fifty paces and she was ruining her panties and scoping out the nearest exits.

Pressing her body against his tightly, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. She hugged him tightly, squeezing her eyes shut and sighing with happiness. He murmured a little but didn't wake, only snuggled his face into the crook of her neck and pulled her tighter into his embrace. She writhed with pleasurable joy against his form, enjoying his strong arms around her, his hard chest with its smattering of hair pressed against her bare breasts. She often wondered how she'd ever found Nate and his peers attractive in school, with their over-defined, perfectly smooth torsos. There was something just so much more masculine, so much more alluring and so much sexier about Chuck's well built and mature form. Then again, she thought with a wry smile, perhaps that was just Chuck.

Feeling something against her abdomen she smiled and took an arm from around him to lift the sheet and peek down at his crotch. As expected, his morning glory had arrived right on time and she felt her body flush at the sight of his erect cock. Her nipples hardened and she felt herself growing more aroused. She would have rolled her eyes, had she had anybody to witness her exasperation. She had woken up so spent and satisfied and now she knew she would never be easy again until he had taken her. She wondered if it was too early to wake him, the light streaming through the gap in the curtains seemed pretty bright but Blair had no idea of the time. She wriggled out of his arms a little and sat up to lean over him to see the clock on his bedside table.

"Are you there, God, it's me, Chuck," she suddenly heard him murmur, his hand now firmly on her back, holding her in place, "I see you got my request for a more pleasant wake-up call and have acquiesced my request. Let me assure you of my eternal gratitude, I promise never to sin again." He placed a soft kiss between the breasts that she had inadvertently pressed onto his face in her attempts to see the clock before releasing her back. She shimmied back down into his embrace and nuzzled her nose against his.

"Finally, I thought you'd never wake up, I was getting bored." She scolded him. He smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips.

"And yet I am already regretting waking when I did, I'm intrigued to see what you would have tried next; would you have pressed something else to my face or would it be your gentle features pressing against me?" He enquired softly, his voice a little raspy from sleep. She giggled and turned slightly so he spooned her from behind. He pressed a kiss to the top of her spine.

"You are aware that sex outside of marriage is a sin?" She asked, eliciting a grunt of confusion from Chuck. "You just said you would never sin again, in front of the Lord and Baby Jesus and all the Holy Feathered Ones, that means you'll have to remain celibate until you get married."

"Hmm," he murmured into the nape of her neck, holding her close to him, "how long would it take to get to Vegas?"

"Ugh! Like I'd get married by a fat Elvis with a drink problem. When I get married it'll be somewhere classy, beautiful and in Manhattan. Also, it'll be on page six, not Gossip Girl." She replied.

"Somewhere? The great Queen of scrapbooking doesn't have her wedding venue picked out?" He joshed her, sounding a little more awake. She smiled and closed her eyes.

"I know people always get married in gardens and libraries and hotel ballrooms, but I've always wanted to get married in a church, somewhere with history, high ceilings and the light would look just perfect through the stained glass..." she drifted off, thinking of a white dress accentuated by glistening sunlight streaming through mottled, coloured glass.

"I can just imagine it." Chuck whispered. "And the reception?"

"Well I'd always thought The Plaza... but I mean now I have such close friends in the hotelier business perhaps I could get a good deal on this place?"

"Baby, for you I'd throw in the booze." He said directly into her ear, kissing the soft spot between her ear lobe and hair line. She arched her neck towards his lips and sighed softly.

"The caterers will mess up completely, there'll be freshwater fish not sea-caught." She breathed.

"Mmm quite. And I'm sure there'll be a drama with getting Harold here on time, you'll pace the bridal foyer in histrionics saying you can't go through with it without him." He murmured, bringing his hand from her waist to her breasts. She giggled softly.

"Ugh. And the florists will have made the corsages vulgarly large. My mother will scream at the bridesmaids for treading on their hems."

"The priest will have particularly bad hay fever and keep sneezing during the ceremony."

"Serena will get drunk on Buck's Fizz and be sick in the vestry."

"The hymnals will be printed illegibly."

"The organ will be clogged and the march will sound all wonky."

"The AC in the reception hall will be broken and the frosting flowers on the cake will melt."

"The traffic will be horrific and I'll be terribly late."

"But when you finally arrive," Chuck said, suddenly serious, leaning up on his arms so he was over her on the bed, "it'll be perfect. I can imagine how exquisite you'll look in your wedding trousseau, your dark hair against your white dress, smiling on your father's arm as you walk towards..." he tailed off and looked into her eyes, a fearful look of caution clouding his expression. Blair reached up to hold her hand to his cheek, winding her other hand around the arm that braced him above her as she lay on her back.

"You." She confirmed "Can you really see it, Chuck, me walking to you? Us... getting married?"

"You're all I see, Blair. I can't imagine my future without you but..." he looked searchingly over her face. She pulled him down and kissed his lips softly.

"You're all I see too, but I know we should wait, I've not even started sophomore year at college, let alone graduated." She said, caressing his cheek still and blushing as she smiled. He leant down to kiss her again, more passionately this time.

He relaxed a little on his arms, laying his body more on top of her. She arched to him and wound her arms around his neck, opening her legs to accommodate him between them, her earlier arousal rushing back to her. He brought his hand to her breasts and began to knead the flesh passionately, worrying her nipples until they were brought to tender peaks. He moved down her body, kissing her neck, biting her gently, eliciting moans from her as she writhed beneath him, gripping his hair to hold him to her. It was only when his hand began to move down her abdomen to her hot centre that she remembered their earlier discussion. She pulled him away from her by his hair.

"Ah ah! Now, what did you just promise God about the pre-marital sex?" she jokingly scolded as he looked at her aghast.

"Oh, trespass sweetly urged, give me my sin again." He finally said. Blair was halfway through a gasp of elation when his lips were on her, his tongue deep in her mouth and his body heavy on hers. He put one hand to her hip and entered her and she moaned into his mouth. He held himself in her and broke from the kiss, gazing into her eyes as he began to move slowly in her. She raised her legs around his waist and pulled him down into another searing kiss as they began to move together. Their lips separated to a grunt from him. She put her palm to his cheek again;
"You kiss by the book."

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