Hey readers Happy New Year! I've been gone for a while so i hope i'm not too out of it with my writing...Anyway I guess I'll catch you guys up. This chapter follows immediately after Blair ran away from Chuck after being stuck in the elevator and they ended up having sex. That's where this picks up and then the later part of the chapter is a flashback to the end of Blair and Chuck's marriage, after Chuck had promised to come home on the weekend to celebrate their one year anniversary. Hope you guys understand and enjoy it. Happy Readings!! xoxo

Romantic Sensual Sex

"Dorota! Don't let that son-of-a-bi-!"

"Blair!"

"Miss Blair!" Dorota gasped in surprise as Blair blew in through the foyer with Chuck hot on her trail.

"Blair! Will you wait?" Chuck grunted as he banged his knee against the table in the center of the room, and then scurried to dodge the handbag that was thrown at his head.

"Do you not understand what "stay away from me" means? Because I'm sure the entire Upper East Side understood me as I shouted it to you!" Blair continued to shout as she ran, as fast as her four inch heels allowed her to, up the stairs.

"I'm sure the entire Upper West Side heard you!" Chuck prattled on, further aggravating Blair in her blinding rage. If she could throw the chandelier at his head she would so so ten times over.

"Miss Eleanor will not like this," Dorota interjected as she watched Chuck reach the foot of the stairs and begin to pursue Blair up the stairs. "Too much like the old days," Dorota whispered quietly as she watched the angry lovers disappear into the second floor of the penthouse.

"Why are you running home to mommy and Dorota, Bass? Just come out here and talk to me!" Chuck shouted through the wooden door of Blair's old bedroom. It was ridiculous for her to believe she could find refuge here, behind the walls that held so many secrets and memories of the two of them. "Blair! I know you hear me! Come out here and talk to me woman! Blair!"

"Don't you call me woman!" Blair responded angrily. "Go away Chuck! I hate you and I don't want to see you! Ever!"

"Now that's not true. And if you don't open this door, I'll knock it down myself!" Chuck threatened in vain. They both knew he lacked the capacity to do such a thing. Not the way you're feeling right now. You'll knock down the fucking roof if you have to.

A stream of laughter emanated from behind the door and Chuck had to reign in his temper as he heard the sheer enjoyment in Blair's voice. Bitch. "Blair Cornelia Bass, I will count to ten..." Chuck instructed as if reprimanding a small child.

Just then Chuck felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned around to find Dorota standing there with an equally amused expression on her face. "Try this, Mr. Chuck," Dorota stated as she offered over a silver key from between her fingers.

Chuck smiled triumphantly and hugged the portly maid tightly and quickly. Dorota blushed furiously as she turned on her heels and made her way down the stairs before she suffered the wrath of her dear Miss Blair.

Inserting the key to his....well to quite possibly his death.... Chuck turned the knob quietly and saw Blair sitting at her vanity mirror half undressed and in the mist of brushing her luscious hair. He smiled smugly as he quietly entered the room, unnoticed by Blair. Standing before the door, he slammed it sharply, drawing a startled breath from Blair.

"You asshole! How in the world....how did you....Dorota!" Blair fumed in outrage, running over to pick up her silk robe from the closet to cover her half undressed form. When she got her hands on Dorota she was going to strangle her.

"Don't bother with that. You know angry sex is the best for us," Chuck teased as he locked the door from the inside with the key and threw it behind a huge dresser across the room.

"Are you out of your mind?! I don't have another key!" Blair gasped in horror as she took in the immense size of the dresser and realized she could not move it on her own in order to retrieve the key.

"That's what I was hoping for," Chuck said quietly, his voice already smooth and relaxed now that he had her exactly where he wanted her. "Now let's relax and discuss this little rift that just occurred between us," Chuck reasoned as he walked across the expanse of the room and sat comfortably against the silk covers that adorned Blair's teenage bed. The room was as immaculate as he remembered it, as was the woman standing before him. Seeing her flustered and rumpled in her silk gown had him fighting to suppress a groan. He craved her in such a basic way it frightened him. Frightened him that after just having had sex with her not even a mere hour ago, he was as hard as a rock and wishing to have her pinned under him.

"Little rift? This little rift is the core reason as to why we're divorcing," Blair shot back indignantly. "Don't pretend as if I'm exaggerating or being melodramatic here, Bass. You started this argument."

"I started nothing. I merely stated that you're the one that is incapable of giving us another shot. You're the one that's quick to run away and hide when things get tough between us," Chuck stated matter-of-factly as he leaned comfortably against the headboard.

"Us? There is no us to speak of. And I didn't run at the first sign of things getting tough. I stood by you for a long time. I stood by us for a long time. But I'm only human, and I could only hold on for so long. You and I...we, we weren't even in a relationship. Much less a marriage. I had a relationship with your voice mail, email, secretary. Everything and everyone but you! You were always too busy. Always away," Blair said tiredly, the weight of their conflict exhausting her. Rubbing her hands over her face she sat on the opposite corner at the foot of the bed with her back turned to Chuck.

"Blair..." Chuck whispered softly.

"Don't Chuck. Whatever you think I need...don't. I don't need anything from anyone anymore."

"That's a lie," Chuck said quietly, trying to close the distance between them but knowing Blair would jump at the first creak of the mattress springs.

"How would you know what I need? We haven't been together in years. I've changed since then," Blair said, her eyes staring blankly at the walls, the memories of their life together, thoughts of her dreams for their future, all flashing before her eyes and making her lose herself in the memories.

"Have you?" Chuck continued to prod her.

Blair simply shook her head as the tears clouded her vision and threatened to spill over. "I don't love you anymore Chuck. I don't want you anymore." The words were mumbled so quietly, Chuck wasn't sure he even heard her correctly.

"I don't think that's true. I think you still love me. I think you still want me. You just don't want to want me, much less love me," Chuck said as he shifted closer to her on the bed, taking advantage of Blair's momentary weakness.

"I want you to go," Blair sniffed softly, shame and embarrassment coursing through her at the thought of crying in front of Chuck after all those years. She had sworn she'd cried her last tears for him years ago, at least the last tears she'd cry for him that he would be able to see.

"No. I'm not going to leave you. Not again. I don't want to leave and I know deep down you don't want me to," Chuck whispered softly as he closed the distance behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I've let you run away, run away for years on end. But it stops here and now. I won't let you get away from me anymore..."

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"I want you to go," Blair finished venomously, her voice barely a whisper, but Chuck knew she meant it.

"No. I'm not going to leave," he threw back stubbornly.

"Dammit! I said go! I don't want you here!" Blair cried, the tears spilling over as she walked over to the love seat that adorned their bedroom, plopped down on the seat and sobbed openly against her palms.

"Blair. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to miss it. The flight was delayed. If I could have, I would have called. But my phone died," Chuck explained, his explanation sounding lame even to his own ears.

"I don't care! I don't care anymore! Just go!"

Chuck rushed over to table in front of her and took a seat on top of the glass. After rubbing her knees gently, he took her hands away from her face and looked into her liquid eyes. "Baby...if it's any consolation...I love your surprise," Chuck said with a weak smile as he took a quick glance across the room and acknowledge the white candles burning gently, the rose petals adorning their bed and floor, the soft music drifting into the room from God knew where. And then his eyes landed on her, his angel dressed in a white negligee that would be ripped and rumpled on the floor at that very moment if he had arrived two hours earlier.

"Well it's ruined. You've ruined everything. Again. Like always. Now I said go!" Blair finished weakly, the strength to fight escaping her. The thrill and anticipation of surprising Chuck for their anniversary, then sitting around and watching the candles slowly melt away as the minutes passed by slowly on the clock, and the past twenty minutes of arguing were all too much for one night.

"I already told you that I'm not leaving. I love this. I love you. And I wish I could have been here earlier."

"You know this is never going to work Chuck. Not anymore..." Blair said softly, the tone in her voice one he hadn't recognized before, and it sent a cold chill down his spine.

"Of course it's going to work. What are you talking about?" Chuck asked worriedly, his hands beginning to shake against her arm.

"It's not. But that's OK," Blair said simply, a small smile gracing her delicate face in an eerily calm way.

"I love you," Chuck whispered, not knowing what to say, the look in Blair's eyes and smile on her face scaring him. So he said the only words he could think of to say at the moment. The only words he thought would be able to salvage their fragile relationship.

"I love you too," Blair said, this time with no light in her eyes, no smile on her face. The tears were back as she leaned forward and touched her lips gently to his own. "I love you now. I loved you then. I'll love you always."

And he wrapped her in his arms then, trying to wipe away all the crazy ideas running through her head, trying to wipe away the blazing fear cutting through his heart. He held her as if he never intended to let her go.

The candlelight offered a heavenly stage, wrapping them both in their own magic that night. The shadows and glows cast against her skin made him break out into sweat as he tried desperately to kiss, lick and bite every crevice that was lit by the light of the flames. Their skins melted around each other, slick and wet from the heat of the hundreds of candles burning around them. He tasted her, felt her, stroked her underneath it all.

It was romantic. It was sensual. It was all their love, desire, passion wrapped up in a gentle mating. It was a goodbye. It was a painful farewell. It was the end.