Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.

"Where's Blair?" Chuck asked sharply as Harold stepped onto the porch alone after his walk with his daughter. Chuck was concerned that she might have run off on him after her conversation. Harold could see the panic in his eyes.

"She's behind me," he assured the young man as he placed a hand on Chuck's shoulder to reassure him, "She asked me to go on ahead. She needed a few minutes alone."

"Do I need to find her?" Chuck inquired as he quickly closed his book and began formulating his search strategy.

Harold shook his head as he gave Chuck a warm smile. "She said she'd be right in."

Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. Harold would not be nearly as reassuring if his talk with Blair had gone poorly and she'd run off.

"Hello, Beautiful," Chuck greeted Blair as she stepped onto the porch several minutes after Harold had already made his way inside. She immediately stepped into his embrace, kissing him hard, demanding all that he had to give. This had been the reason she had insisted on her father walking ahead of her. This was what made her forget her name. "Slow down, Waldorf," he demanded when her hands began tugging his dress shirt out of his trousers so she could touch the skin at his back. He was wearing far too many clothes.

"I can't," she shook her head. "I need you."

"Harold and Roman are just inside," he reminded her.

"I don't care," she insisted as she began to work the buttons of his shirt free as she shoved him onto the bench he had used for reading only moments earlier before she straddled him.

"What happened with your father?" he demanded in the hopes that she would realize what she was doing and stop before she took things too far.

"We talked," she responded, refusing to be deterred from her current path. She didn't care that her father and his lover were only a door away, and that the vineyard staff could still be milling around. She needed him desperately, and she would not take no for an answer.

"Blair, this isn't you," he told her as he tried to halt her actions, pinning her wrists behind her back although her lips were still fused to the rapidly accelerating pulse point of his neck.

"This is us," she replied. "I need you, right here, right now."

Chuck couldn't fight the pleading in her voice. He was after all still a man. She was throwing herself at him. He didn't have the willpower to resist her. For the second time today, he let her have her way. He began fumbling with his belt and then the zipper of his trousers as he worked to free himself as he simultaneously began working the skirt she was wearing up her hips. Her panties were quickly pushed aside as she rose up and then slid onto him as she lowered herself down onto his ragging erection.

Although nobody actually walked by, passersby would have been able see the pair and probably think they were merely locked in a very aggressive make out session. No one would ever suspect the owner's precious little girl of doing anything as undignified as have sex on her father's front porch, but Blair wouldn't have cared if they had. She hadn't planned on such an aggressive approach when she first sent her father on ahead, she had merely wanted to thank Chuck for encouraging her to talk with her father, but something inside of her suddenly snapped as he greeted her right where he said he would be waiting. She realized then that he would always be where he said he would when it came to her. After being let down by everyone else virtually her entire life, she finally had one person that she would be able to count on.

He wouldn't always be what she needed at the exact moment she needed it, but that was okay. He would still be there, arms open, and anxious to greet her.

"You okay?" he inquired as he watched her come down off her high as she recovered from their impromptu escapade on her father's porch. Her cheeks began to flush with the realization as to what had just transpired between them. As if he could read the embarrassment on her face he added, "I tried to stop you."

"This really should be more embarrassing than it is," she sighed as her head came to rest against his shoulder as she clung to him, savoring his thickness inside of her. "We just made love in possibly the most public place we could have ever found, and yet all I can think about is doing this again."

"You'll be on your own for that one," he cautioned her as he lifted her away from him before she could try tempting him again, smoothing out her skirt before he tucked himself back into his trousers.

"My panties are still twisted," she teased as she stepped away from him, wiggling her hips just to torment him.

"You do realize that if your father catches us out here doing what we were just doing, he will murder me," he snarled as he stood up abruptly so that he was staring her down as his hands closed around her hips to still her movements. His eyes were dark. She saw the familiar lust in them, but she also saw the anger. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," she fumbled for a response, "I just . . . I just needed . . . you."

"You know I'm usually up for anything when it comes to making love to you, but I will not disrespect your father like that ever again," he told her as he took a hold of her shoulders, holding her firm. His fingers were pressing into her skin, any harder and he knew he'd leave marks. "Do you understand me?"

She nodded as tears began welling in her eyes. Chuck was angry with her. Her euphoric high from moments earlier was gone. Her energy was drained. She was exhausted, more so from the emotional confrontation with her father than anything else.

"I'm sorry," he replied as he released her shoulders quickly, thinking that the tears in her eyes were a response to the pressure he was placing against her.

"Please don't me mad at me," she cried softly as his arms came around her as he embraced her. "I don't know where that came from. I just needed you so much. I couldn't control myself. Please don't hate me."

"Stop," he whispered against her temple as his arms tightened around her waist, "I could never hate you. That word is not in my vocabulary when it comes to you, but you scare me sometimes, Waldorf. This power that you have over me, scares me. You have the ability to make me abandon all rational thought, and someday that could get me killed because if your father came out and found us in the compromising position we were just in, my life would have been over."

"Would it have been worth it?" she inquired with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes that was mixed with the unshed tears in her eyes that were drying quickly.

"It always is," he chuckled softly as he planted his lips against her forehead, "Always will be."

She helped him re-button his shirt and make himself presentable before they made their way inside her father's home. Chuck was struggling to keep his hands at appropriate places as they found Roman and Harold in their den reading.

"I think we'll be turning in," Blair announced.

"Sleep well, Sweetheart," Harold responded as he smiled warmly at the pair.

"We will," Blair nodded as she pulled Chuck along. He followed eagerly like was a little puppy would following his favorite treat.

"You know you never really answered me earlier about how your talk went with your father," Chuck told her as they settled into bed. Blair had looked exhausted so he had suggested they forgo their midnight trek to the storage unit. She needed her rest if they were going on the much-anticipated Parisian marathon shopping adventure the next day. She wanted to be the envy of all her fellow interns when she began her internship with Michael Kors in a few short weeks. A brand new Parisian wardrobe was just what she needed.

"It went about as well as it could," she sighed as she curled in against him, her fingers finding a way under his silly silken pajamas he had insisted on wearing so she could touch his skin. He wanted to fight her on the touching as it always led further, but he also knew she was in no condition for another argument. She was physically drained and just needed his familiar heat to fall asleep.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he offered as her eyes began to flutter closed. She was trying to stay awake for him, but she wasn't having much success. "Go to sleep. We can talk in the morning."

She mumbled something in response, but it was too difficult to make out as she drifted off to sleep.

"I love you," he whispered. She smiled in her sleep, as the words appeared to register in her dreams. He kissed the tip of her nose lightly before he settled back and tried to think about something other than the delicate hand still absent-mindedly caressing him.

TBC. . .

Coming up next . . . their day in Paris.

Thoughts?