Hey guys! I just caught on to a mistake from the last chapter concerning the dialogue between Chuck and Blair. I said five months, when in actuality it's been five years. And so I've revised the final section of Chapter 6 Hope-We-Don't-Get-Caught Sex:

"You. Are. Fucking. Amazing." Chuck fought to catch his breath as he leaned against the wall and rubbed his hand along Blair's ass.

She turned around then, slipping him out of her body and smiling sweetly at him.

"You're not half bad yourself, Bass," she said as she began adjusting her skirt. "It's just so sad this can never work."

Chuck tensed at her words and began to straighten himself up. "It can. You just give up too easily," Chuck bit out as he zipped his pants on glared at her.

"Me? Right. I never give up," Blair shot back, all remnants of the past fifteen minutes of sex gone from her mind.

"Well you did with us," Chuck threw back, upset and annoyed at the direction their interaction had taken. "You couldn't wait for me to settle in with my business ventures. You had to get catty and selfish and all wife-like," Chuck stated, trying hard to keep from shouting at her.

"Wife-like? Wife-like? Are you fucking kidding me? I am your damn wife! How the hell was I suppose to act? You want me to remain passive while you wander off to your next big deal. When you're gone for weeks and weeks. What kind of relationship were we suppose to have for the next few years until you "settled in" with your business?" Blair shouted, not concerned with raising her voice, feeling the need to fight him, the urge too overwhelming to let pass by.

"Don't make such a big deal out of it. I told you to wait a few months. And that's all it took. A year later I was settled. Look I'm settled. But you couldn't wait. I came back one day and you were gone! No word, no warning. Four years ago you packed up and left because you were too God Damn selfish! And now look at us!" Chuck shouted, annoyed at her, pissed off at himself, pissed at her and her behavior in the past.

The doors opened then and the firefighters stood back as they stared at the two of them fuming at each other. Their clothes were rumpled, Blair's hair was a disaster, Chuck's shirt was out of his waistband, and the elevator smelled distinctly of sex. They started to snicker as Blair blew passed them in a rush of anger, sweat, and sex scent and stomped to the door. "I'll have my lawyer call your lawyer. I think it's best if you and I don't come face to face ever again!" The redness spreading across her face, evidence of the humiliation she'd just experienced.

And with that, she flew out the door.

Chuck cursed under his breath as he ignored the jeers from the firefighters and rushed out the building behind her.

OK so those are the very minor revisions. So Chuck was off traveling a lot and Blair decided she had had enough, disappeared, and now they're back in the same place working on getting divorced after years of not seeing each other. I guess that's all for now. This is the new chapter COMFORT SEX, which takes place in the past when they were married but already having some issues. Hope you guys enjoy. Reviews=Love. Happy Readings! XOXO


Comfort Sex

"Blair, baby, you know I want to be here. But I have to do this right now. You need to understand me," Chuck whispered against her ear as he held her wrapped in his arms, with his chin resting comfortably against her shoulder. "Tell me. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you," he coaxed quietly, his desire to please her overwhelming and so selfless it scared him just a bit. But he'd gotten use to that feeling.

The need to please.

The need to fulfill.

The need to comfort.

All for her.

"I want you. Here with me. On our anniversary. It's not too much to ask," Blair cried out softly as she bravely fought to hold back the tears. "You're away all the time now, Chuck. And you just got back yesterday, and now you have to go away again. After you promised me you would be here for our anniversary."

Chuck sighed out in frustration, the need to be there for her but his responsibility toward his family business the cause of many rifts between him and his wife. His wife of one year come Friday.

"Baby, you know I love you. And I want to be here, but-"

"But. There's always a but. And I always have to be patient and understanding. But I can't anymore, Chuck. I can't deal with this anymore," Blair murmured as she held on tight to his hand and played with the ring adorning his left ring finger.

"Blair. Just a little while longer. I promise you a few more months," Chuck tried to reason pathetically.

"It's our anniversary..." Blair sighed softly as she turned in his arms and shifted the sheets around them. "Our one year anniversary, and you won't be here for it," she finished as a single tear slid out of the corner of her eye.

Chuck's heart broke as he saw his wife cry, and knowing she was crying for him. Crying because of him. Reaching out gently he wiped the tear from her eye and leaned forward. He touched his lips to hers softly and ran his fingers in her hair.

"Let me make it up to you. I won't be able to get back on Friday, but I'll be back by Saturday. I promise. And we'll go out then. We'll do whatever you want. I'll buy you whatever you want. Just name it," Chuck said excitedly, sounding optimistic and wanting to bargain with her for her happiness.

Blair swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded gently. "OK. I'll wait."

Chuck smiled at his beautiful wife and captured her lips once again. "I love you, Blair," he spoke against her lips as he felt her melting beneath his kiss.

"Mmm," was all she managed to respond as she framed his face with her hands and held him closer against her mouth.

Chuck felt her resistance giving way slowly, the tension that was in her body slowly ebbing away as he kissed away all her distractions. He would love her the way she deserved to be loved. Love her the way he always dreamt about when he was away in his business trips, settled in the cold, lonely hotel rooms. He'd love her with his heart and soul, telling her with his body how much he loved her and how much it hurt him to let her go.

He kissed his way along her jaw, down her collar and neck. He drank in every sigh and moan that escaped her pouty lips, running his hands along her negligee and removing it softly over her head. Settling her against the pillows, he began to work his way down her body, kissing every inch and corner of her body, tasting every bit of flesh and memorizing every part of her.

He licked a trail down the valley of her breasts, turning his head and capturing a pert nipple between his teeth. He sucked her gently, licking and flicking her into a wild frenzy while he maintained a steady, controlled rhythm.

Leaving her nipples wet and exposed to the cool air of their bedroom, he lowered himself before her until his mouth was inches away from her wetness. Staring up at her, he held her gaze as she stared down at him with liquid desire burning in her eyes. Easing her thighs apart gently, he took her into his mouth and made love to her with his lips, his tongue, his fingers.

And she sobbed.

And broke.

And came apart beneath him.

She bucked, cried out, thrust and gyrated her body against his mouth and fingers. She cried out his name over and over, moaning and groaning as he continued to work her over, orgasm after orgasm. And just when she couldn't feel her body anymore, when the pleasure he had brought her had lifted her into oblivion, he entered her then.

Slowly.

Fully.

She sighed in pleasure as he sank in against her womb. He groaned out in pleasure as her tightness squeezed against him, the thick, warm wetness of her body making his movements slicker and easier.

And when he could feel her deepest depth, he kissed her fully, tasting her juices and her sweet tongue in his mouth. He encircled her in his arms and began a gentle rhythm of thrusting and circling his hips, touching every corner of her.

He felt her heart beating rapidly against his chest, heard her breath becoming shorter and shallower. He felt her nails biting into his skin as her body mounted further and further onto a riveting climax. And he kept the rhythm because it was what she wanted. What she needed.

He made love to her that night in a way that left them both emotionally raw. He made love to her with every part of him- mind, body, heart and soul. He gave her everything, all that he had to give and thensome. He loved her because he was afraid to let go, loved her because he needed to reassure her how wonderful they were together, how perfect their love was.

He made love to her because somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, he knew that what they'd share that night wouldn't last forever and it scared him to death just to think about it.