Chapter 6
The next day, Chuck woke up in his hospital bed a little worse for wear, with the black spittle from the charcoal diet he was force-fed by the doctors, still clinging to his lips and teeth. He groaned as he rubbed a hand across his face and thought back to his actions from the previous night, realizing then that attempting to dispose of over a gram of cocaine by eating it wasn't one of his smartest moves he'd ever made. Still what else could do in that case since he feared that he'd probably killed Blair in an accidental over dose...and along with a drugs possessions charge, he could be sent up the river for a long time. It was the abject guilt that he felt in that moment that caused Chuck to start to curl up into a near fetal position on his bed.
Suddenly, someone opened his door and walked into his room, striding across the titled floor with purpose as he stopped at the bed and peered down at him after removing his sunglasses.
"Hello Charles...I see that you're alive...but apparently as troubled as ever. Maybe this will be a lesson to you in taking responsibility for your actions for once. You have hurt and inconvenienced not only myself, but also the Waldorf girl and her family. What do you have to say for yourself?" Bart said vehemently, as he stared down at Chuck.
"I'm...sorry sir..." Chuck mumbled under his breath.
"Say it like a man! Wipe off your face, son. And straighten up! You look like a fool." he criticized him, as his son reluctantly did as he was told.
"So...will I have to go to jail for murder?" Chuck asked reluctantly.
"Murder? Why? The Waldorf girl's still alive. A little worse for wear, but she'll survive, just like you, I take it." he replied.
"That's...good. Can I see her?" he asked reluctantly.
"Her parents have requested that you stay away from her for the foreseeable future. They say you are a bad influence on her...and I am inclined to agree. Tarnish the Bass family name with your antics. Cause me to have to fly back from Miami because I heard you had over dosed. I don't know what to do with you son...other than send you to military school. Charles, you need to buck up and be a man...or else. As punishment for your actions, you are not going to Miami with me and you're banned from the Walorf girl. Am I clear?" Bart threatened, as Chuck reluctantly agreed.
Eventually Bart left in a flurry of his own entourage, leaving Chuck to ponder his bleak future alone, as he did try to ponder his actions, even if they did make him sad. After Bart left, Nate eventually sneaked in and visited Chuck a little while and they chatted. Nate informed Chuck that Blair was in a room down the hall and was in slightly worse shape than Chuck because of the drug interactions she'd had after her over dose incident. Still the doctors predicted that she'd make a full recovery within the next few weeks.
Chuck had wanted to see Blair to apologize, but because of the ban on cellphones in the hospital, and the Waldorf's ban on anything Bass, he couldn't see her. Still though, he felt the deep need to apologize, so using Nate as his carrier pigeon, he wrote her a note to be passed along.
Nate left Chuck's room, stuffing the crumpled note in his pocket, as he made his way along the corridors of the hospital until he got to Blair's room and sneaked in. When he got to her bed, he looked down at her and laughed. "Hey good to see you're awake, Blair. Though I never knew black was the new popular shade in lip color..."
"Black? Oh Nate...I wish you didn't have to see me like this! I must look like a mess! Hand me my purse, please!" Blair commanded as Nate chuckled and got her her bag.
"Oh you look okay...though you have looked better." he commented.
"Oh I most certainly have! Oh my gawd...I look like a fright! Like gothic Barbie or the Bride of Frankenstein...or..." she rambled on as she tried to wipe the charcoal off of her lips, brush her hair, and redo her face until she looked like a semblance of herself.
"Or the Bride of Chuckenstein!" Nate teased.
"What are you talking about Archibald?" she sarcastically inquired as she continued to primp.
"Oh that you're the second person I've seen today with a charcoal stained lips and tongue. There's you...and then there's Chuck Bass." he replied.
"You've seen Chuck?...How's he doing? Not that it's a huge thing to me...but I'm glad to hear he survived his little drug trip. I heard what he did...and all I can say is that attempting to eat a baggie filled with cocaine isn't the smartest thing to do. I don't know why he felt like he had to do that?" she replied nonchalantly.
"Blair! Chuck thought he killed you...so he thought he'd go down with you." Nate replied.
"What? No, he was just trying to save his own ass so that he wouldn't have a juvenile drug charge. His actions probably had little to do with what he thinks or how he feels about me. I know Chuck, he's just a greedy, selfish ass who only thinks of himself. That's why what he did was just a vain attempt at drawing attention to himself. And very stupid and dangerous too...because he could've hurt himself...and that would have made me..." Blair said as she began to stammer at the end.
"Would have made you what? Sad? Because you care?" he asked.
"Yes! I would have been sad...because I care about Chuck Bass...as a friend...A good friend...who I'd hate to lose to the grim reaper..." she pondered, though she tried to keep her emotions about Chuck in check in front of Nate.
"Okay...that's good to know. Uh...here's a note he gave me for you." Nate mumbled as he handed Chuck's note to Blair.
Blair read the note, then crumpled it and threw it in the wastebasket seemingly in doubt about the sincerity of the note, which read "I'm sorry...for everything... - Love C" even though in reality, she did care...she just didn't know how to react in front of Nate.
"That was certainly...interesting...hmm..." Blair said as she did what she did.
"So you're not accepting his apology? I think he probably cares about you more than you realize, Blair." Nate admitted, although he was surprised that he'd even told her that.
"Maybe he does, but right now, my parents are banning me from seeing Chuck, so I don't know what I can do about it at the moment anyway. Plus I think I'm supposedly going with my father to spend Christmas in Paris, so I won't even be around to reunite with Chuck even if he'd wanted to." Blair admitted reluctantly.
"Hm...I'll have to tell Chuck about that, even if he won't want to hear it I'm sure." Nate admitted.
"Thank you, Nate. I'd appreciate it if you did. And thank you again." Blair said as she let Nate give her a kiss on the cheek, as he then left her room.
~o~o~o~o~
A few days later, both Chuck and Blair were released from the hospital. Chuck went to his father's Palace Hotel alone, except for his driver, Arthur who picked him up in the limo. Blair was also similarly picked up, but she was driven to JFK international airport, from which she flew to Paris France to stay in her father and Roman's chateau for the holiday season.
Chuck ended up going around the city to various places to try to get in the 'holiday spirit' whatever that was, although in the end, it just made him feel even more like Ebeneezer Scrooge or something. Everyone seemed so happy, and everything was so commercial...yet here he was wealthy but alone. His father would rather spend his time in Miami or LA or Honolulu or Dubai or some other far flung locale for the holidays, rather than with him, so that made him feel bad. Plus the fact that he couldn't see Blair for the foreseeable future (or at least until she returned from France) upset him as well.
To entertain himself, Chuck tried to get back into some of his old vices, since his father wasn't around really no one could stop him, even if drug and alcohol were only a temporary fix and he knew it. He also did some more juvenile activities like going to Macy's and FAO Swartz to watch the families who took their kids to see Santa Claus, then made fun of them at a distance, while holding a bottle of liquor under his coat. He once even saw a young family who looked to him like how he always imagined it could be in the future if he was married to Blair. Actually the couple and their two children did look strikingly like how they could turn out someday, if he became a successful businessman in the near future and developed a penchant for wearing expensive tailored suits and combing his hair like someone from his father's office. And the couple's two kids were pretty cute, even Chuck had to admit that, and when the little boy started to squirm out of his father's arms and almost kicked him in the nuts, Chuck just had to laugh.
"I'd hate to be that father someday...and get kicked in the nuts by my own son...ha ha ha. Though it might be nice someday to have kids like that...if they could be with Blair! Yeah like she'd ever... Eh...if I was to ever be a dad to someone...I'd be better than Bart. I'd wanna do things with my kids...like that guy...even if he probably is a dork businessman who gets kicked in the nuts by his own son." Chuck pondered in his mind, although to him the idea of having children was still a long way off.
Meanwhile he was sixteen years old with much to do...like go to Rockefeller Center and check out the tree...and all of the chicks ice skating in the rink. Throw on the old Bassian charm and he was sure to get a date of some sort...or at least a hook up. So Chuck went to the ice rink and chatted up a few girls, making dates with a few who claimed they were Olympic hopefuls, as he then went on to the Rockette's show, where he got dates with a few showgirls. Chuck Bass was going be sure to have a happy holiday, no matter what it took.
The rest of December sped by, and soon it was after Christmas and almost the New Year. 2008 might prove to be an interesting year, or at least Chuck hoped so, as he planned for a New Year's Eve party at Victrola, since Bart wasn't around to tell him otherwise. He sent his invitations out via email, text messages, and Gossip Girl. To Blair he sent personal texts and emails wishing her well and inviting her to his party, however her RSVP was a "I'll have to see. - B" so Chuck wasn't entirely certain if she would be able to come...though he hoped she would.
On the night of the party, many came, including people from everywhere. Everyone was having a good time drinking, dancing, making out, and getting into all sorts of fun trouble. Chuck was the consummate host as always and much to his surprise, Blair did show up with Serena. Somehow they had mended their relationship over the holiday break, which if they could do that, it gave slim hope to a reconciliation between himself and Blair on some level at least.
For the most part Blair and Serena stuck together as they chatted with various other revelers, only greeting Chuck himself very briefly, as they moved on to the various food and drink bars. Even from across the dimly lit room, Chuck could tell that Blair looked a little nervous and perhaps a little pale, but maybe it was just the lighting...or maybe Blair still wasn't feeling good yet. Still he had a party to host, and other people to entertain...especially the girls who kept coming up to chat.
From Blair's point of view, everything seemed as it always had...but somehow changed. Her near death experience with her drug over dose had shaken her more than she'd wanted to admit, and had potentially effected her health more than she'd realized at first. Even if she'd been flippant to Nate the day afterwards, that was only as a way to mask her true nerves over the whole situation. The brief trip to the emergency room had reveled some unexpected news for her, then her trip to France had only confirmed it...but now it might be potentially too late. Perhaps she was putting her health at risk even coming to this party, and she knew that she'd be in trouble from her parents if they discovered where she was, but Serena talked her into it, so she felt she had to go.
Now she was here at the New Year's Eve party Chuck Bass was holding at his club, and suddenly the memories came back to her. Memories of the first time she'd visited on its opening night. Of when she'd danced at the club for everyone's enjoyment, but mostly for her own...and Chuck. Then what she and Chuck had done in the back of his limo...multiple times in fact. And now, seeing him again in his suit with its bowtie and boyish Caesar haircut, reminiscent of a Beatle in a way, Chuck Bass was looking good...he was looking really good...to her as well as other girls there too from the looks of things.
As each girl, each person really, approached Chuck to chat with him, Blair started to feel a little nervous about going up and talking with him...but she needed to talk with him soon. So Blair steeled her nerves and went up to Chuck before she chickened out entirely.
"Hello Chuck...nice party." she nervously said with a shout.
"Thanks. You know I'm always the life of the party. You're looking good." he said over the din.
"Thanks, yeah I try."
"Are you feeling any better?" he asked as he leaned in closer to her ear.
"Yeah...mostly. Uh...I need to talk to you though. Do you think you could spare the time?" she asked.
"Sure go ahead." he mused.
"Uh...not here. Do you have someplace quieter?" she asked.
"Yes. Come with me." he commanded as he grabbed her arm and pulled her along to the roof top. They climbed along the roof until they got to an area which looked like a cube with a door built into it, which he pulled her into and shut the door behind him.
"Oh Chuck what's this place?" she asked curiously.
"My office. I want to add a third floor sometime, but I wanted to be the first one up here, so I built this. It has a telephone line and a remote that goes straight to the loading dock, so that when the beer truck comes in the delivery men can unload their purchases and I don't even have to leave this room. It's like mission control up here...Cool, huh?" Chuck slyly commented as he proudly showed off his office, which also had its own private bar and designer sofa.
"Yes very nice Chuck. It's like your own little panic room, it seems." she laughed nervously as she glanced out the window.
"Mm...you could say so. You told me you wanted to talk to me about something, or did you just want to see my pull out sofa? Perhaps test it a bit?" he seductively mused as he began mixing a drink.
"Yes I did have something to say...and no it wasn't about your pull out sofa." she laughed, then went on. "It has to do with my health...and something I discovered while in the hospital."
Chuck's mood grew quiet then as he continued with his drink, then said "So what's wrong?"
"Chuck...when I was in the hospital...I discovered...they told me...that I was...pregnant..." she told him solemnly.
Chuck just stared up at the mirror behind his bar with a melancholy look on his face, until he looked down for a moment and replied sternly. "So did you tell Nate? I'm sure his mother will be pleased that another branch will be added to the Vanderbilt family tree. His great-grandfather Cornelius would be proud...but only if a wedding took place in time...and he was still alive."
"Great-grandfather Cornelius? Chuck, I dated Nate again...briefly...but we never got around to doing it yet! You were the only one I've had sex with, Chuck Bass, so that means you're the..." Blair began, but he interrupted her.
"But I used a condom!" he slyly admonished.
"Every time? If so it must've broken...because somehow...your little swimmers must have swum up stream and gotten caught in my Easter basket because by May or June there might be a new member of the Bass family tree. I'm sure our parents would be really proud..." Blair sarcastically replied, staring right at him, seeing fear behind his otherwise enigmatic expression.
"Don't play a joke on me Blair, because it isn't funny. I wore a condom every time. I know how to take care of my business." he sternly replied. "I can't be a...father! I'm...Chuck Bass!"
"It's no joke, Bass. I wish it was. You might take care of your business...but apparently something happened...even if you are 'Chuck Bass.'" Blair admitted.
Reluctantly, Chuck thought back to the last few times they'd had sex...on the rooftop at the Kiss On The Lips Party, in the limousine after the opening night at Victrola, and so forth. Each time he'd started out using a condom...but as he admitted to himself, the time on the roof...the second time when he'd been behind her, he'd wondered if something might've broken then. And then when they were in the limo trying all of those positions...well by the end it sort of ripped pretty easily when he pulled it off, as if it was already torn. "Oh SHIT!" Chuck thought to himself "I'm going to be a...dad?" as he tried to imagine himself wrestling a gap-toothed toddler at Macy's who'd kick him in the nuts...and then suddenly held his in front of himself in fear and protection right then.
"Uh...Bass I think it's a little too late for that now! You've already spawned a whole new generation...and now I have to bear the consequences...and the stretch marks...and the weight gain...but you're going to have to help me with the responsibility!" Blair exclaimed as she bemoaned the loss of her petite good looks. Indeed, when her mother had told her she'd never be that slim, that young, or that beautiful ever again, she was definitely right.
Chuck, his mind a muddle of thoughts, suddenly needed to be alone with his thoughts and without Blair. So being the boy he always was, he gathered his ire and told her "Waldorf...is Serena still around?"
"Yes...I believe so." she stammered.
"Good. I need you to call her because I need you to leave...now." he commanded, his voice and his face becoming stern.
"What? No! This is your responsibility too." she gasped.
"I know, I just need you to go...now!" he said as reluctantly Blair left as she called Serena on the phone to meet her on the roof, which she did, as Chuck stayed in his office pondering his future as a teenage father...and started to drink himself into a stupor...and curl up onto his sofa in a fetal position to wish it all away.
~o~o~o~o~
A few days later, both Blair and Chuck were back to school again, despite the fact that neither had spoken to each other since their incident in Chuck's office at Victrola. Blair tried to put on a brave face and was determined that no one would know her little secret until it was absolutely necessary. Her plan was that if the baby kept growing as it should, by the time the Spring Break came, she'd fly to France or Switzerland at an exclusive spa for the remaining months to wait out the rest of her pregnancy and then deal with the consequences afterward. Harold and Roman had already adopted Chinese twins Ping and Pong, so why not a baby that was Harold's own grandchild...even if it was a Bass? If she played her cards right, maybe she could convince them it was a foundling or some dairy maid's baby...you never know.
Meanwhile, Chuck had been pondering the fact that he was going to become a father in a few months, and wasn't sure if he was ready for that much responsibility. In someways the idea of having a baby with Blair Waldorf held a lot of appeal, since he'd always wanted her on some level. To mark her as his forever and ever...and as a lasting snub to his friend, Nate, that he'd taken what was cast aside and made something wonderful out of it. That he'd made Blair Waldorf his by even breeding with her...that a part of him was right now probably swimming the backstroke inside of her...and that thought filled him with smug pride. But despite vaguely fantasizing about knocking up Blair someday...and several other women he thought were hot...he never dreamed it'd actually happen AND so soon! He didn't think he was ready to become a father...and feared what Blair would make him do once it arrived. He'd hire his own au pair before he'd let Blair pressure him into changing a diaper.
Chuck was vaguely pondering that as he sat in the back of the biology room, watching his classmates arrive into the room. Eventually Blair walked into the room and took her seat as Chuck kept an eye on her the entire time, checking to see if she looked any different and if she'd gained any weight. So far to Chuck she looked about the same, although he did fear that maybe her breasts were a little larger under her blouse than they had been. Not that he'd mind if her breasts were bigger...but it was the reason why...and the fact that he was the cause...and it wasn't via a boob job...thats what had him panicked.
Suddenly, the teacher spoke giving the lesson for the day. "Today class we are going to study the life cycle and mating rituals of several different American fishes, including the Rainbow Trout and the Big Mouth Bass, by watching several videos." as he turned on the TV and DVD player and the videos started.
As most of the rest of the class settled back to watch the video, nearly falling asleep in the process, there were at least two students who were uncomfortably aware of the video and it's catch phrases about 'eggs' 'sperm' 'spawning' and 'Bass.' Even though it was supposedly about the breeding cycle of fish, the topic was hitting a little too close to home. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable and a little nervous that they'd be discovered, Chuck asked to be excused to go to the restroom...which he then used as a cigarette break, as he sneaked out of the building to do just that. Simultaneously, after watching all of that water in the video...and perhaps because she was pregnant...Blair had the sudden urge to pee, as she asked for a restroom break, which they gave her.
By the time both kids arrived back to class, the video was over and the teacher announced to them "Well Miss Waldorf, Mr. Bass, since you both took so long in your respective restroom breaks, you've ben assigned as each other's lab partner for the science project. Your particular assignment is the study and dissection of a Large Mouth Bass. You will write on how they breed, what they eat, and give a thorough description of your dissection of your specimen."
"Oh but sir...my parents said that I'm not supposed to speak with Chuck Bass." Blair piped up, hoping that it'd get her off the hook.
"Well I spoke with your mother, Ms Waldorf, told her how you are my star pupil and that I needed you to help a student who needed to learn to apply himself more to scholarly pursuits, so when she heard it was for a good cause, she wholeheartedly agreed." he said.
"She wholeheartedly agreed? Thanks for letting me know." Blair sighed.
"Yes, your mother was most kind, even if her English was a bit troublesome to understand." the teacher replied.
"Her English?" Blair asked, as she suddenly pondered "Uh oh, Dorota! I've just got to tell her to quit pretending to be Eleanor every time someone from Constance calls, when my mother is out of town!" as she reluctantly took a seat beside Chuck Bass.
"So...we're supposed to work together...hm?" he seductively teased.
"Apparently so, Bass. The mating and life cycle of the Large Mouth Bass...with Chuck Bass as my lab partner? Ah...this should be quite the science project..." Blair sighed reluctantly.
"Yes talk about an ironic coincidence...to life." he mused.
"Yes indeed."
"So meet you at your place after school...or will your 'mother' still be there?" he teasingly asked.
"My mother is still on a buying trip to Hong Kong and won't be back until Thursday or Friday. So yes you can come over...to work. You better work too because I'm not carrying the weight of both of our asses on this project, are you clear, Bass?" she proclaimed in a hushed whisper.
"Crystal clear. I have some ideas too...although the image of you trying to carry both of our asses in your tiny, delicate hands is one I can't help but picture." he bemusedly chuckled, as he lifted one of her hands up and kissed the back of it, then licked it.
"Shh...Chuck that's enough! And no funny business...or I'm not working with you!" she admonished, but he just smiled.
~o~o~o~o~
After school, Blair was waiting upstairs in her bedroom reading through the information they'd need for their project, when Dorota suddenly announced that "Mr. Chuck is here..." but even before she had time to answer her door, Chuck was already barging in and flopping down on the middle of her bed.
"Hello Bass...good to see you too."
"Yes...nice bed Waldorf...almost as firm as mine...mm..." he seductively drawled as he kicked off his shoes and lay back to relax in an oddly seductive pose.
"Thanks...but you're here to work, Bass...not...ya know..." she reprimanded him.
"But that is work...unless I let you be on top..." he mused.
"Which you've done more often than not because you're such a lazy ass, Bass...Anyway you're here now to work together on our science assignment...and that only!" she admonished.
"Oh yes...the mating rituals of the Bass...hm...quite the assignment I should say. This should be pretty easy too. Just point your web camera toward the bed...and we'll both take off our clothes...and the assignment can be finished in the matter of minutes if that's what you prefer..." Chuck seductively growled as he undid his tie and began to unbutton his shirt.
For a moment Blair began to be drawn into Chuck's web of seduction as she imagined being with him again, but then reason ruled out over anatomy. "What? No the Large Mouth Bass FISH! Not the mating rituals of YOU, you big mouthed Bassian boob!" she sighed.
"Boobs...yes! Whip them out Waldorf! I want to see if your's have grown since you broke your happy news to me the other night." he teased, but he could tell he struck a nerve then.
"Chuck...no! THAT was why I was reluctant to work with you on this project...although I'm surprised that you even wanted to see me again after you kicked me out of your office that night." she replied.
"Well...I just needed to think that night...and I still do. So how are you feeling?" he replied, shyly asking her in the end.
"Okay...but I'd rather not talk about it." she replied.
"Neither do I..." he responded.
"All right let's get to work then." she sighed, as she found the video she wanted him to see pertaining to the project and they sat back and watched it.
After awhile, they were both lounging on the bed glancing at their materials for the project, trying to think of what to do to make it stand out...or at least get it over with. Suddenly Chuck piped up in a bemused way "Hm...I just thought of something we could do. We could borrow the school swimming pool and a couple underwater cameras...and film our own mating ritual of the Bass."
"You are not filming us having sex in the pool, Bass." she sternly replied.
"We wouldn't be. I wouldn't even touch you...though you will have to be nude."
"What?" she gasped.
"Just hear me out, Waldorf. Okay we both get into the pool nude, but you wouldn't have to even touch me, just swim by and wiggle your ass a little. Then I just jack-off until I cum in the pool...then you just have to swim through it underwater, just like a fish! Brilliant idea, wouldn't you agree?" he mused, becoming excited as he imagined her agreeing to it.
"WHAT? Eww...you want to masturbate in a swimming pool until you cum...then have me swim through it in the nude? That is so gross...or ridiculous! Only you would think of a crazy idea like that, Chuck Bass!" she squealed as she acted like the idea entirely repulsed her...which it didn't...but she didn't want to film them attempting it for the school to see. "Anyway how would anyone know you'd succeeded in making yourself cum, especially in a tank filled with thousands of gallons of water? Would anyone be able to see it?"
"Oh I think they'd be able to see it. Hell, if they can see it with a fish...certainly what the Bass man is packing would be visible to the naked eye. So do you wanna try it Waldorf?" he mused aloud.
"No! We'll do the dissection, write the report, and get it over with, then you can leave and I can finish the rest of my homework...unless you need help with your homework too?" she sighed.
"I have all the time in the world, baby...and as you know I'm always willing to accept assistance with homework if the offer stands." he mused as she sighed and they got to work.
The two of them ended up working for awhile longer on their project, then Blair tutored Chuck with some of his other homework, which he could do, he was just lazy about getting it done. Finally after several hours, Chuck decided to leave, as Blair bid him farewell then stripped down to take an early shower her pregnancy, even in its early stages yet, made her achy and lethargic. Plus being with Chuck that long had sent her senses racing in ways she didn't feel like dealing with. She couldn't help it if Chuck Bass was such a sexy man that part of her just wanted to jump his bones the entire time he'd been there. "Its a good thing Chuck went home when he did..." Blair thought almost audibly as she let the warm shower ease away her tension.
She hadn't been in the shower long, when suddenly she heard the shower door open and felt someone step behind her.
"Miss me darling..." the voice seductively hissed in her ear as he touched her shoulder and pressed himself against her back.
"Chuck? What are you doing here, Bass? And in my shower too!" she gasped as she spun around and stared at him.
"Snow. It's snowing like hell outdoors and I couldn't leave...so I came back up here...and couldn't resist joining you in here...mm...nice and warm indeed." he mused as he wiped the water out his eyes and stepped back to stare at her with his enigmatic grin of his.
"Well you should get out! It was rude to just barge in like that. I suppose you wanted to see what I look like now since I told you that you'd knocked me up. Well here I am, have your fill, you can see I haven't changed much so far. Take a good look because in about two minutes you're going to have to leave, Bass." she commanded haughtily.
"Mm...okay...though I do think you have changed a little here...and here.." he said as slid a hand along one breast, plucking at a sensitive nipple, as he then trailed his hands downward between her thighs. "I don't think you want me to leave do you Blair? I can tell your body doesn't want me to leave." he seductively whispered as he ever so lightly ran his finger tip between her thighs, causing her to mew from his ministrations.
Blair stared at Chuck then, at how hot and seductive he looked then, with water from the shower running down his body, matting his body hair and the planes of his bod such as it was (even without six pack abs like Nate had, Chuck Bass still looked damn hot, naked in a shower) and with him teasing her between her thighs...she couldn't resist as desire overruled sanity and she mewed "No, stay.." as she threw her arms around his neck and drew him into a kiss.
Of course between those two, a kiss was never enough, so it soon resulted in him drawing her up around his waist and taking her in the shower, slipping into her at such an angle that she gasped at how large he felt and how he seemed to hit her g-spot already as she soon began to flutter around him and he soon began to cum too. He'd only meant to give her a few strokes, but being together with no barriers between them consciously for the first time and in a shower too...they just kept going...and when he finally reached his peak, he exploded inside of her with little care since she was already carrying his child.
To Blair, the feeling of being with Chuck again, with literally no barriers, no condom between them, and then to feel him release his seed fully inside of her, was a cataclysmic experience in itself. She had felt like she'd felt everything...every bump, every ridge, every part of Chuck anatomy with her, whether it was because of her pregnancy making her highly sensitized or something else...it was wonderful and frightening at the same time. As they both came down from their high, hearts pounding and chests heaving as the panted, Blair slid her legs down Chuck's hips until at least one was planted firmly on the floor, as she reached up and touched his face. He pressed their foreheads together and stared down at her mouth, water dripping down their faces and eyelashes, as out of instinct, Blair reached up and began to kiss his breathy mouth and whispered "I love you Chuck...I love you I love you I love you.." over and over again...as she held onto him, drawing him into a hug...and he tried to comprehend what had just happened and what it meant now that Blair claimed she "loved him." Did she mean it? And how did he feel himself about her? He was unsure he could admit it was love...but there were some awfully huge butterflies fluttering in his stomach right then...unless he was pregnant too?