Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
I'm working my fingers to the bone here, people. How about a little love? So much hard work went into the last chapter, and I heard from so few of you. If you all want me to wrap this up, I certainly will.
"Rise and shine, Sunshine," Chuck whispered into Blair's ear the next morning. Somehow during the night they had managed to relocate back to their cozy bed and fell asleep. It hadn't been either of their intents but had apparently been necessary as they both slept for nearly a full eight hours.
"Where are we?" she inquired as she opened her eyes to unfamiliar surroundings.
"The Palace, remember," he whispered gently into her ear as he began chewing on her lobe softly as she snuggled against. His arms tightened around her waist as he pulled her tighter against him.
"I remember," she nodded as she felt his readiness against her backside. "I remember a perfect day in which we spent most of it in bed with each other."
"Perfect is a word we're not supposed to be using," he reminded her as he caressed her sides gently with his knuckles.
"Then find me a better word for what yesterday was for us," she requested, turning slightly on her side so that she could look into his eyes.
"Idyllic, as in serenely beautiful," he grinned.
"You've been saving up for that one," she surmised, based on his proud smile. He nodded proudly.
"We have to get ready," he told her hesitantly.
"For what?" she pouted as he sat up as if he was going to leave their warm bed without their morning ritual.
"We have two weeks before your internship starts. We have no time to waste," he told her as he pushed the bed sheets away from his body and started to get out of bed.
"Come back here right now," she commanded him as she grabbed a hold of his wrist at the last possible moment, "I have an ache inside me that only you can soothe. Come and soothe it, now!"
"Someone is feisty this morning," he chuckled as he climbed back into bed and on top of her in one swift motion.
"Now soothe that ache before I get even more feisty," she demanded as her arms came around his waist to pull him closer to her.
"You are the perfect girlfriend for an insatiable man like me," he chuckled as he filled her.
"This is not a laughing matter," she hissed as her nails dug into the flesh at his waist.
"Jesus, Blair," he growled as he felt the bite of her nails. "Aren't the permanent scars on my shoulders enough for you?"
"No," she shook her head, "I want my marks all over you so you never forget who owns you."
"Am I property to you now?" he inquired as he looked at her with intrigue. He felt her nod against his chest as he arched into her further. Her eyes suddenly rolled back inside her head as she ground herself against him, her entire body rising up of the bed. He could feel her coming apart, starting at her toes as the fire quickly spread throughout her body before she called out as she crashed back against the bed.
"Good morning, Mister Bass," the flight attendant greeted them as they stepped onto the Bass jet as soon as they were able to pry themselves out of each other's arms and make themselves presentable for the outside world.
"A good morning indeed," Chuck agreed as he ensnared one arm around Blair's waist and pulled her close.
"Good morning, Ms. Waldorf," the attendant nodded in Blair's direction. "The pilot said we are ready to leave whenever you are ready."
"Take off then," Chuck told her as he escorted Blair to a vacant seat, sitting himself down as close as possible to her. He distracted her the best way he knew how as the plane accelerated. He knew how much she disliked the take off, ever since that plane crashed into the Hudson. Rather than tease her about her fear, he used it to his advantage. When they were safely airborne and at a sufficient cruising altitude, she relaxed against him.
"Your wrists are purple," she observed for the first time as she caressed them gently. "How did that happen?"
"You handcuffed me, remember," he chuckled as she brought one wrist to her lips, leaving soothing kisses against the bruises as if her lips had mystical healing powers before she turned her attention to the other.
"How are we going to explain these to my father?" she inquired.
"I'll be sure to wear long sleeves," he told her. "With a little bit of luck, he won't even notice them."
"Daddy notices everything," she told him.
"Then I'll flat out tell him it was because his precious daughter handcuffed me to the bed so she could have her way with me," he grinned.
"You wouldn't dare?" she gasped. She was absolutely horrified at the thought. What would her father think of her if he knew such an intimate detail of her sex life?
"I'm not going to lie to your father," he told her as he fought the smirk that was forming. She actually thought he was serious.
Their intimate relationship was not for prying ears, certainly not her father's. He'd tease Nathaniel about it from time to time, but he'd never reveal the details of the previous day. Nobody needed to know how insatiable and fiery his beautiful angel was in bed with him.
Having thought all of that, he loved watching how worked up she was getting at the thought that he could actually do so.
"Chuck Bass, if you tell him that, you can forget our moonlight rendezvous in the office of the storage unit," she threatened him. Her nostrils flared as an angry blush crept up her neck and colored her face.
"We cannot have that, can we," he groaned as he began nuzzling her, his lips pecking at her fragrant neck. "That storage unit will be my only salvation."
"I'm sorry my father is so old fashioned. Roman and I have tried repeatedly to convince him to let us share a room at his vineyard, but he is being downright stubborn about it," she explained. "I think he's being ridiculous. We live together for heaven's sake . . . you could talk to him."
"I'm not having that conversation with your father," he chuckled as his tongue felt the pulse point at her neck. Her heart rate was slowly starting to accelerate as her breathing began to deepen. He knew he had her right where he wanted her. "I respect Harold more than any other man in the world. If he needs us to sleep in separate rooms for his own piece of mind, I will give him that."
"But," she pouted as his lips found hers, cutting off her protest.
"That doesn't mean we won't be sneaking out each night," he assured her, "While I respect him, my need for you is so much greater. Can you please remember your La Perlas this time?"
Blair pushed him away abruptly so she could slap him on the shoulder. He gave her his darkly amused stare that left her weak in the knees with need for him. Thankfully she was already firmly planted in her seat as he lunged towards her, or her him. She would never be certain how she ended up with her back against the plush leather of their seats with him on top of her. She didn't care.
"I say we enjoy the perks of our mile high membership," he suggested as he began unzipping the side of her dress slowly.
"I am amenable to that," she nodded as his hand began to gently caress the skin he had just revealed.
"Good," he chuckled darkly, "Because 'no' was not going an option."
"When is it ever," she grinned seductively.
"Enough talking," he told her as he skillfully removed her dress, leaving her in her lacy lingerie.
"Too many clothes, Bass," she groaned as she managed to loosen his tie as his lips skimmed across her lace covered nipple. His tongue tempting the rosy peak causing Blair's back to bow.
"No talking," he reminded her as he reached behind her with one and hand and skillfully released the clasp of her bra so her breasts were exposed to him. His lips eagerly closed around one of them as he threw the garment to the side. She arched higher.
"Bass," she hissed as his fingers skimmed down to the lace at her waist, his fingers tracing the hem. She wanted him out of his clothes, but didn't have a way to make her request as any chance of thought escaped her at the moment. She was acting out simply based on her unparalleled need for him.
Hearing her plea, Chuck pulled away enough to begin shrugged out of his clothes. Blair's eyes darkened with each piece of his clothing that hit the floor. A bit of turbulence threw Chuck off balance suddenly as he toppled to the floor, landing unceremoniously on his back with a loud thud. Blair's eyes went wide as she turned quickly to ensure that he was okay.
"I forgot how dangerous this can be," he laughed as he reached out and swiftly pulled her on top of him. They were both giggling as his hands found her waist once more so that he could pull the lace off her hips. He was cursing his lack of foresight at not having a blanket handy as he needed to flip their positions. He'd never allow the carpet to touch her delicate skin.
"What's wrong?" Blair inquired as he began looking around frantically for an alternative just as his hands closed around his dress shirt.
"Wrong positions," he told her as he spread the shirt out as best he could before he rolled her on top of it, sliding into her in the same motion. Her legs wrapped around him instantly as she took him in deeper.
"This is so much better," she moaned as he withdrew slightly only so he could surge forward again. He grinned triumphantly as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he found her sweet spot. "Do that again," she demanded as she hung onto him for dear life.
"So demanding," he moaned as he held still, refusing to give her what she needed.
"Now is not the time for games, Bass," she growled, sending a scathing look in his direction. "Take me now, or suffer the consequences for the most ragingness of hard ons you've ever had."
"I'm already taking you, Beautiful," he grinned while pinning her hands high above her head. She was now completely helpless against his assault. He could literally do whatever he pleased to her at the moment, and she had no way to defend herself. The possibilities going through his mind were endless.
"Please," she pleaded with him as she struggled against his grasp, "I need you."
Her plea did him in. He could not ignore the plea that she made, nor the way she made it. He released her arms and began ravishing her with wild abandon. Her moans and thrusts against him merely sped up his actions. He was grateful that part of the flight crew's substantial salary included discretionary pay to not only keep their distance in moments such as the one they were experiencing, but also to keep quiet about it afterwards.
Blair's release came quickly, and Chuck's soon followed.
"So, that's making love on the airplane floor," Blair stated as she held him close.
"Not the most romantic of spots we've ever picked," he chuckled as he brushed a stray hair out of her eyes, "But another location we can cross off our list."
"I want to see this list of yours," she demanded, "This cannot be something you actually wrote down."
"I add as we go," he told her.
"We're wrinkling your shirt," she told him as she wiggled slightly underneath him.
"I don't give a damn about that shirt," he growled as he began assaulting her neck again.
"What will my father say if you show up in a wrinkled dress shirt?" she pouted.
"Is that really something you want to be concerned with right now after such a mind blowing orgasm?" he inquired as he paused to stare deeply into his eyes.
"Yes," she nodded without a moment's hesitation. Appearances were still a very important part of who Blair Waldorf was, not with him but to the rest of the world.
Reluctantly he rolled away from her, allowing her to get up and retrieve her clothes. His shirt was only slightly more rumbled than usual. Blair was relieved that his suit jacket covered most of it along with the bruises on his wrists.
"Mister Bass, did you or Ms. Waldorf care for anything to drink?" the flight attendant inquired as she tentatively approached the pair, her eyes half closed with the expectation that she'd need to close them swiftly after what her and the rest of the flight crew heard not even minutes earlier. The relief washed over her as she realized they were both fully dressed.
"I'm fine," Blair shook her head, "But I'd like a pillow and a blanket. I need to catch up on my sleep, so that I look well rested for my daddy."
The flight attendant nodded as she looked to Chuck. He merely shook his head and waved the woman away.
"Blair Bear," her father exclaimed as Blair eagerly climbed out of the rented limo and made a beeline for her father.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed as he hugged her tightly.
"I missed you, Sweetheart," Harold stated as he kissed his daughter's forehead while holding out his hand to shake Chuck's. "Welcome back, Charles."
"Thank you for having me," Chuck responded as he shook his hand and then turned to greet Roman.
"How was your flight?" Harold inquired as he ushered everyone inside while Roman saw to it that the bags were taken care of.
"A little turbulence," Blair shrugged, trying to sound disinterested, but a slight blush crept to her cheeks. She was clearly recalling their little mile high romp on the plane floor. "But nothing too exciting." She tossed in a knowing wink in Chuck's direction.
"Roman and I have a little surprise for the two of you, sort of an anniversary present," Harold told them as he ushered them into the sunroom and then waited for Roman to join them. Harold and Chuck could see that Blair was struggling to contain her excitement at the prospect of another gift to open. The spoiled princess in her was shining through as it always did in her father's presence.
Roman came in with a chilled bottle of Pinot Nior, which he handed to Chuck to examine. The label looked completely foreign to him. He'd never seen it before.
"What you have there is the first bottle for Bello Amore," Harold told them.
"Beautiful Love," Chuck translated easily with a slight grin. Immediately he thought it a perfect description of his relationship with Blair.
"It's our vineyard's signature," Harold told them.
"This is yours!" Blair responded in surprise as she snatched the bottle from Chuck's hands to examine it more closely.
"Ours," Harold corrected her, "Roman and I would like to include the both of you in our vineyard . . . silent partners if you will."
"I don't know what to say," Chuck stumbled to respond. Blair's father was willingly offering him a part of his vineyard, as if he was welcoming him into the family. He didn't know what was proper behavior for something this monumental. Blair had been a natural addition to his life that required no adjustment. He had just recently accepted Lily, Serena, and Eric as part of his family, but adding Blair's extended family really hadn't entered his thoughts.
"Yes, is all you need to say," Harold told him, "We know it's not official yet, but you are a part of this family, Charles."
"This is a little overwhelming," Chuck admitted as he eyed the bottle in Blair's hand. Blair could see his eyes were shining. She thought a tear might escape, but he was able to reign it in. Showing emotion to anyone other than Blair was still a tricky thing for him.
"We figured it would be," Harold assured him, "We're prepared to put both of your shares into a trust until whenever you two decide to mutually exercise them."
"We should open bottle, and save discussion for later," Roman encouraged, with his thick accent as he handed Chuck a bottle opener. He was saving Chuck from needing to speak further. He could see the young man struggling with their gesture.
"Roman is right," Harold agreed, "We need to make sure this is a viable investment. Chuck and Blair may not want to be any type of partners."
"I'm sure you're wrong," Blair insisted as she handed the bottle to Chuck, who opened it with practiced ease and began pouring a glass for each person.
"Santé," Chuck proclaimed as he raised his glass to Blair's to toast.
"This is delicious, Daddy," Blair replied as she took a small sip.
"Outstanding," Chuck agreed. While he wasn't known to be a connoisseur of wine, he did know the difference between a good tasting wine and a bad one. This was most definitely a good tasting wine.
Harold and Roman exchanged proud looks with each other.
"You'll want to freshen up," Harold assumed.
Blair nodded as she put her arm around Chuck's waist and pulled herself tight against him. His eyes closed involuntarily as he savored her close proximity. He knew it had to hold him until the already agreed upon midnight tryst.
"Come with me," Harold told them as he showed them to their room. Blair thought that it was such an odd request as they had both stayed there before, and the sleeping arrangements had already been agreed upon. They both knew the way. "If you two promise me that their will be no extracurricular activities while in this house, Roman has convinced me to allow the two of you to sleep in the same bed."
"Harold, I can assure you that I would never disrespect you by making love to Blair in your home," Chuck responded sincerely. He hadn't missed the nervousness in Harold's voice. He did his best to reassure the man. This was hard for Harold. He wasn't used to seeing his little girl as the woman she had become.
"Just his home, right," Blair whispered into Chuck's ear as Harold turned to show them to her bedroom. "We can still have the storage room rendezvous, right?" Chuck nodded with her favorite smirk as he kissed her temple.
Harold gave them a few minutes to freshen up.
"Come here," Chuck demanded once they were alone. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her tight against him. Her arms came around his shoulders as she landed against his chest. His arms wrapped around her as he held her close.
"What about that promise to Daddy?" she inquired as she felt his hands caressing her backside as he pulled her tight against him, the beginnings of his need for her becoming evident. "He said freshen up, not get fresh with his only daughter."
"I should have had my way with you in the limo on the way here," he grumbled as his hands found more neutral territory at her waist, "Midnight seems so far away at the moment."
"I'm sorry," she apologized, "You were so sweet to let me sleep for most of the plane ride, and then when you carried me to the limo so I could continue sleeping. I will make it up to you, I promise. Perhaps, we can convince Roman and Daddy to go to bed early, so we can have our time earlier."
"Unlikely," he groaned. "I can wait until midnight, but not a minute more, so you'd better be there and as ready as I am."
"I'm ready now," she assured him as she rose up on her toes to kiss him seductively before she twisted out of his arms and left the bedroom.
"I so didn't need to know that," he mumbled to himself as he turned the opposite direction to use the bathroom. He had business that needed to be taken care of. He knew she would be upset with what he needed to do, but he didn't know of any other way to keep his dignity in front of her father.
TBC. . .
Continue? Wrap it up? Which do you want?