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"Wait a few minutes and then come join me," Blair replied as she pecked him on the lips as he laid stretched out on the bed later that evening. Her father and Roman had gone to bed about an hour ago. Chuck and Blair had agreed to wait until they were sure they would be asleep before they made their trek outdoors.
Chuck nodded as he watched her disappear, flashlight in hand. He waited the painful few minutes before grabbed his own flashlight and followed her as quickly as he dared. He made sure to be extra quiet as he passed her father's bedroom. He froze when he heard what sounded like laughter, male laughter to be specific coming from Harold and Roman's bedroom. Suddenly a moan was added in. Chuck's eyes widen as he connected the dots.
"What took you so long?" Blair cooed as she entwined herself in him as he finally found his way to the office of the storage unit. Her lips immediately attached themselves to his neck. When he didn't respond as he normally did, she pulled away slightly. "What's wrong?"
"I don't think Harold and Roman were asleep when we left," Chuck told her.
"Sure they were," she assured him, "Daddy is an instant sleeper. Mother always told me that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow."
"Then his head has yet to hit the pillow," Chuck responded, "I think Roman and your father are doing the same thing that you and I planned to do here."
Blair shook her head as she released him suddenly and went to sit on the sofa, "No."
"Blair," he prompted her gently.
"Daddy wouldn't do that to me," she spoke as she continued shaking her head.
"Wouldn't do what to you?" he asked as he sat next to her and began rubbing her back in assurance.
"Rub it in my face that he chose Roman over me," she responded as tears suddenly filled her eyes.
"That's not what happened," Chuck tried to assure her.
"How else do you explain it?" Blair inquired, "He left me."
"He left your mother, not you," he replied, "He would have taken you with if he thought you wanted to go."
"I did want to go," she replied as the tears sprung out of her eyes and down her cheeks, "I told him I wanted to go. I begged him to take me with him. I didn't want to stay with Eleanor. I didn't want to face the looks at Constance, hear the whispers and snickers."
"I know how hard that was for you," he told her as he pulled her into his chest and held her tight. "You did so admirably. Had it been me I would have beaten anyone who dared utter a syllable against me."
"I know you defended me a few times, and I appreciated it," she replied as she burrowed into him further, "I never did thank you for that."
"I am but a humble servant to my beautiful queen," he told her, kissing her temple softly. "It was worth the bruised knuckles."
"I'm ruining our plans for our midnight rendezvous," she sniffled as she shifted so that she was now sitting into his lap.
"Have you talked to your father about any of this?" he asked gently as he kissed her temple again. "He should know how you feel."
"I can't talk to him about this," she shook her head, "If I talk to him, it will sound like I'm not okay with him and Roman, and I am."
"You're not," he told her as he ran his hands up and down her arms. She shot him an angry look that had him explaining himself. "You're okay with your father being gay, and you're okay with him falling in love with Roman, but you're not okay with the way he left or that he moved so far away from you. He needs to know this."
"He abandoned me when I needed him most," she cried into his chest. Chuck held her tight as the anger coursed through her.
"I'm sorry," she replied as she wiped her eyes as she regained her composure. "This night is supposed to be about us, and I'm unloading my issues on you."
"I've unloaded my share on you," he assured her, "We are who we are. We have baggage that we both brought into this relationship that is not going away even though we are blissfully happy together."
"You're amazing," she sighed as she rested her head against his broad shoulder. "This night is supposed to be about us satisfying our physical desires for each other, and here you are holding me as I have yet another parental neglect meltdown."
"Sex can wait," he assured her, "This is more important."
"No, it can't. Nothing is more important to me than expressing my love to you," she told him.
"Seriously, Blair, I don't want you to think our physical relationship is more important than your emotional well being," he tried to convince her, "I can wait."
"I can't," she whispered into his ear before she began biting his earlobe lightly. A groaned escaped from deep within his throat that brought a smile to her lips. He wanted to hold his ground, but who was he kidding. He had no willpower when it came to her. "You are so easy," she added with a throaty laugh.
"Only with you, Beautiful," he whispered as he lowered her to the cushions of the sofa as he hovered over her, moving slowly to allow her to voice her displeasure if she became uncomfortable with his advances.
"Chuck," she moaned as he nipped lightly at her neck. He rewarded her plea with a light bite at the first of many sensitive spots he had found on her body over the past year. He in turn was rewarded as she arched into him.
"Are you sure that you're up for this?" he inquired as he pulled away, looking deep into her eyes.
"Are you?" she lifted a curious eyebrow in his direction. He thrust his hips against her to answer her question, offering up proof of his need for her. "These clothes are going to get in the way soon."
"Then I suggest they start to come off," he grinned as he lifted her nightgown over her head leaving her only in only the matching silk panties. His fingers tangled in the hem at her hips as a sly grin appeared on his lips. "Are you going to remember these tonight?"
"If you remind me," she responded without missing a beat as he slid the fabric passed her hips. His eyes turned black with lust as they raked over her naked body. "Please, Chuck, I need you."
"You have me," he told her, "Always, you have me."
"Make love to me," she gasped. He gave into her request immediately. He need for her as great as hers for his.
"I trust you slept well, Charles," Harold greeted Chuck when he sat down for breakfast the next morning. Chuck had managed to free himself from Blair as she was still sleeping soundly.
"Very much so," Chuck confirmed as he accepted the fresh cup of coffee Harold was handing him, "I always sleep well next to Blair. I really do appreciate you allowing us to share her bedroom."
"You did look very much like a zombie towards the end of your last visit," Blair's father chuckled as he recalled the young man's previous visit.
"I didn't sleep well then," Chuck laughed along with him.
"You make Blair very happy," Harold observed, "I cannot tell you how happy that makes me."
"It's an equal trade," Chuck shrugged, "She makes me very happy."
"Any questions you'd like to ask me?" Harold inquired with a nervous hitch in his voice.
Chuck knew instantly what Harold was referring to.
"When the time comes, I will ask your permission for Blair's hand in marriage before I propose. Blair and I have discussed it a little. We're not ready for that next step yet, or rather she's not," Chuck sighed.
"I hear a bit of frustration in your voice," Harold observed.
"Perhaps there is a little," he admitted. Harold's curious look urged him to explain his response. "I had a bit of a scare a few weeks ago. There was an accident with one of the limos of the Bass fleet. Blair had left school early that day with a migraine, and she shut her phone off as Eleanor was pestering her about some party she was planning. I could not get a hold of her, and there were reports of a very serious accident on her usual route home from school, which included a fatality. My pessimistic mind immediately went to the worst possible scenario. I thought Blair was dead.
"I literally lost my mind for about an hour. Obviously I was mistaken. When I got home from the office and she was laying in bed with the mother of all migraines, every fiber of my being told me to grab a hold of her and hang on for the rest of my life. I asked her to marry me right then. I wanted us to fly to Atlantic City and make our arrangement permanent for the rest of our lives that night."
"She said no," Harold responded in surprise.
"She said not yet," he sighed, "She wants to finish school first . . . find her way in the world. Who am I to deny her that?"
"You know she loves you, and is planning her future with you," Harold assured him.
"I know it's what she wants, but we don't exactly have our timing down on this. I want our life together to start now," Chuck responded.
"Have you thought about the possibility of a long engagement?" Harold suggested.
"That will never work," Chuck shook his head. "I know it will take her time to plan her fairytale wedding. I'm prepared to wait through that, but I don't think I can wait through more than that. I would drive her insane through a long engagement."
"Possibly," Harold nodded with an amused chuckle as he motioned towards Chuck to turn around. Blair had been listening in amusement for a few moments, and was nodding in agreement when he began talking about how insane he would drive her through a long engagement. Before Chuck had the chance, Blair's arms were around him from behind as she kissed his cheek as her morning greeting.
"Morning, Beautiful," Chuck smiled as he turned slightly to kiss her lightly on the lips, a brilliant smile on his face.
"Good morning," she whispered before she released him and went to hug her father before she took her seat at the breakfast table. "Where's Roman? Don't tell me he's still sleeping. He's always the first one up in the morning."
"He still is," Harold confirmed, "He's making the rounds."
"Did Daddy behave himself?" Blair inquired, looking to Chuck as she began eating the fruit salad that was set in front of her by the housekeeper her father employed.
"Admirably," Chuck nodded.
"Did Chuck behave?" she then turned towards her father.
"Commendably," her father responded without missing a beat. "Did you sleep well, Sweetheart?"
"I had my teddy bear to cuddle with. Of course, I did," she responded with a wink in Chuck's direction.
"I'm not sure Chuck appreciates being referred to as a child's toy," Harold responded, to which Chuck burst out laughing.
"Roman and I have business to attend to today, so we are hoping the two of you can entertain yourselves for the day. Tomorrow, we plan to take you to Paris to tour the sights and of course take my little shopaholic shopping, on your good old dad, of course," Harold told them.
Blair's eyes lit up at the prospect as she did a little happy dance in her chair.
"We should be able to manage," Chuck nodded with a slight chuckle at Blair's reaction. Any chance to go shopping brought out the giddy little girl inside her.
When Roman came into the house he discreetly hand Chuck a memento from the couple's previous evening rendezvous. Blair was snickering as Chuck pocketing her panties before Harold got suspicious.
"You did that on purpose," Chuck whispered into her ear as Roman and Harold prepared to leave for their business meetings as Blair was waving at her father as their car pulled away.
"You forget to remind me," she replied innocently.
"Walk me through how one forgets that their not wearing the panties they were wearing when the entered the room," he teased.
"Are you telling me you've never forgotten an article of clothing after a night of passion?" she inquired as she turned into his embrace when her father's car was out of view. "Not even a pair of underwear."
"I've never forgotten underwear," he rolled his eyes.
"Because you've never worn underwear," she grinned.
"Not true," he scoffed, "I wear them at work."
"Are you wearing them now?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow as she slowly wrapped her arms around his back, her hands sliding down until they found the waistband of his pants. She hesitated for the briefest of moments before she plunged her hands down inside his pants, grabbing a hold of his buttocks to confirm he was sans any undergarments.
"I know of a much easier way for you to find out," he offered suggestively. "For next time, of course.
"Storage unit or the bedroom?" she inquired, pulling away to take his hand.
"Storage unit," Chuck replied, "I promised your father no extracurriculars in your bedroom."
"You are a man of your word," she chuckled as she pulled him with her eagerly.
TBC. . .
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