Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
"Rise and shine, my handsome man," Blair whispered into his ear before she began nibbling in the hopes of encouraging him to wake. She had woken up early enough to catch the sunrise on her father's front porch. After she made a quick pass around her father's home, as far as she could tell, she was the only one stirring in the house. She wanted Chuck to wake up so they could enjoy the spectacular view together.
"What time is it?" he mumbled as he fought to stay asleep. He had a feeling it was very early, and he was having the best dream about her.
"Time for sunrise," she told him as she nudged him harder than she knew she should have, "Wake up and enjoy it with me."
His eyes popped open and made out the clock on the nightstand. "Waldorf, it's not even fifty-thirty yet! Are you crazy?"
"About more than you?" she pondered as she continued her nibbling. He tried to brush her away so he could return to his dream, but she was being stubbornly persistent. "Come with me," she begged as she began repeatedly shaking him. "You can keep me warm."
"Not until after I finish this dream," he responded stubbornly.
"You don't need the dream," she whispered, "You know I'll give you anything you could ever want."
"How about three more hours of sleep," he responded.
"Except that," she snapped as she slapped at his shoulder. "Fine then, I'll go watch the sunrise all by myself. So much for my idea of a romantic morning together." She was off the bed and out the door in record time.
"God, she's good," Chuck smirked as he threw back the bed sheets and rose from the bed. She knew he could be cranky in the morning when their activities involved something other than sex. She knew there was a slight possibility that he may have taken her up on her offer, but she always had the fail safe back up, anger. She knew very well that he'd never be able to go back to sleep if she was angry with him.
As he made his way towards the porch, he stopped off at the dining room table. He had remembered there were freshly cut white roses the previous evening.
The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon as he brushed the rose across her cheek. The sour look she had on her face immediately disappeared as she slid over on the swing to make room for him as a smile brightened her face causing his. She took the rose from him as she inhaled it's sweet sent before she set it aside. She loved the gesture, but she was afraid that they could perhaps crush the flower if their morning progressed as she had hoped it might.
"I'm sorry I woke you," Blair stated as she snuggled into him.
"No, you're not," he chuckled as he kissed her forehead.
"No, I'm not," she confirmed.
"This is a beautiful sight," he conceded as he took his first look out at the horizon and the rapidly climbing golden sun. "More so with you in my arms."
Blair sighed in content.
"Are you looking forward to your shopping spree today?" he inquired as he gently caressed her bare arms eliciting goose bumps to rise from her skin.
She nodded as she shivered against him. He couldn't tell if it was the chill in the air or his attentions. Not wanting to take the chance, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in closer to his body so he could keep her warm either way.
"I have a surprise for you, your father and Roman when we get to Paris," he told her as he nudged her gently with his nose, enjoying the faintly delectable scent that remained from the previous day.
"What kind of surprise?" she inquired anxiously.
"The kind that you'll find out about when I give it to all of you," he replied, as his lips lightly touched her neck, tormenting her in a way he so enjoyed.
"Why do you tell me about these things before you give them to me," she sighed, "You know how anxious surprises make me. You know I'm going to try and pry it out of you."
"You can certainly try," he chuckled, "In fact, I encourage it."
"Is our office calling?" she inquired as the sun rose higher and higher. Its entire circumference was now fully visible. It was going to be a beautiful summer day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. The day fit their mood.
"When is it not calling?" he inquired as she turned in his arms so she could kiss him.
Just then the front door opened and out stepped Roman with a cup of coffee in his hand. He was surprised to find the pair. He had anticipated them to still be sound asleep.
"Good morning, Blair, Charles," Roman stated with a bit of amusement in his voice.
"Good morning," the pair replied as they untangled themselves.
"I'm going to get dressed," Blair announced as she moved towards the front door. Roman didn't miss the crestfallen look on Chuck's face. Clearly, he had interrupted them, and he felt horrible about that. He cared very much about Blair, and wished her all the happiness the world had to offer. Chuck was every bit a part of that happiness, so naturally he had become fond of him.
"You do not need to leave because of me. I am going for walk," Roman announced. "I will be back later. Enjoy the morning. Your father says that is when this place is best."
"He has a point," Blair replied once they were alone once more. "We should enjoy the morning, and more importantly each other."
"Most importantly," Chuck amended as she sunk down against him.
"We should relocate," she suggested, "I have the urge to pry that surprise out of you."
"Lead the way," he held out his hand to her.
"The summer in Paris," Blair breathed in deeply as they stepped from the limo. Their first stop of the day was Blair's favorite boutique. Harold handed Blair his credit card and told her to have as much fun as she wanted, and to call when they were ready for lunch.
"Have you ever fantasized about making love in a dressing room?" Blair inquired as she combed through rack after rack of clothing. Chuck's arms were wrapped around her as he stood behind her, offering his opinion whenever she stopped for a moment to examine an article of clothing. Her man had such impeccable taste that she didn't even bother to try on anything he didn't like.
"I'm not sure there is a room on earth that I haven't fantasized about making love to you in," he whispered against her ear. It was impossible to miss the desire in his voice. He couldn't believe that she was the one suggesting such a public place. "You'd have to be completely silent, Beautiful. Do you think you can manage that?"
She shook her head. She knew she couldn't. She'd never tried, nor did she want to, but she desperately wanted him. She didn't fully understand what had come over her in the past few days, ever since their anniversary really. She could not get enough of him right now. First in the vineyard yesterday afternoon, then on her father's front porch last evening, now she wanted him in the dressing room of her favorite boutique. The more public and dangerous the venue, the more she wanted him.
Chuck saw her warring within herself. He could see that she wanted to follow through on her suggestion, but lacked the bit of courage needed to follow through. He promptly grabbed several garments that were Blair's size and pulled her towards the back of the store where the dressing rooms were located. Fortunately, the salesladies were busy with other, much needier, customers that they were able to slip into the room unnoticed.
"Chuck," she gasped quietly as his hands promptly found the zipper at her side and slid it down.
"I'm helping you try these on," he told her as he motioned towards the random clothes he grabbed in his haste. "Before you can try them on, you need to take these off."
"And what about you, Bass," she whispered, "What kind of line are you going to use as an excuse for taking your clothes off?"
"I'm Chuck Bass," he shrugged, "Europeans know what that phrase means just as well as an Upper East Sider does, perhaps more so."
"That's a pretty good line," she laughed softly, using his shoulder to muffle the sound as they helped each other quickly remove their clothes. "What if someone finds us and throws us out? This is my favorite store, Chuck. I don't want to risk a lifetime ban."
"I'll buy you the damn store if that happens," he assured her as he removed their last garment of clothes. "Just keep quiet and trust me. I promise to keep your dignity fully in tact."
She nodded her consent as he lifted her off her feet, her legs wrapped around him with a natural grace that came with their year of rehearsal.
"Do you trust me?" Chuck inquired softly as he looked deep into her eyes as he poised himself at her entrance.
"With my life," she whispered. His lips quickly crashed down on hers, his tongue invading her mouth, swallowing her moans as he plunged inside of her. She yelped in surprise as he backed her against the cold mirror. He didn't take any risks when it came to this, their most public episode ever. He didn't toy with her. He didn't even risk releasing her lips as he swallowed each one of her moans as they came. He pushed each button he knew she had, bringing her to her release as quick as he could.
A knock at the door frightened Blair back to reality quicker than she would have liked as she clung to Chuck. "How is it going in there?" the young sounding saleslady asked in French.
"Perfectly fine," Blair responded, trying to sound as normal as she could considering she was completely naked inside the dressing room with Chuck still inside her. She couldn't remember one syllable of French at the moment, even though she was fluent in the language.
"Did you need different sizes?" the lady asked, this time in English after hearing Blair's response.
"No, these seem to be a perfect fit," Blair replied. "I have a few more to try on and then I'll be right out."
The lady must have disappeared after her response as there were no further sounds from outside the dressing room.
"I have to buy all of these now," she hissed as she reached around him to rifle through the random selections Chuck had grabbed in the first place.
"They will each look amazing on you," he assured her as she examined each item. Clearly she was impressed by the selection.
"Daddy is going to be mad," she replied as she looked at only a few of the prices. While Chuck had flawless taste, it was also extremely expensive. He probably picked out the most expensive items in the store.
"Charge the most expensive items to me," Chuck told her. "That way your father can be happy that he got to buy his princess new clothes, while still being able to afford that beautiful vineyard we enjoyed so much yesterday."
"Thank you," she replied as she hugged him to her once more before she untangled herself from around him and began redressing herself.
Chuck sent Blair out first with instructions to distract the saleslady that he knew was lurking somewhere nearby, so he could slip out unseen. Much to Blair's relief, nobody gave her a second look as she came out.
"As I told Blair earlier today, I have a surprise for you this evening," Chuck told Harold and Roman as they began making plans for dinner that evening.
The trio looked at Chuck expectantly.
"I have secured reservations at Jules Verne for this evening," Chuck told them as their driver stopped near the breathtakingly lit Eiffel Tower. While he and Blair had eaten there for lunch with Nate the previous year, he knew that Blair had always wanted to eat in the tower in the evening so she could see the city lit up in all its glory.
The one part of their dinner that he didn't mention until they actually arrived for their reservation is that Chuck had not only secured a reservation for the evening, he had also rented out the entire restaurant. They would be the only patrons that evening, so they had completely unobstructed views of the lights below. It was one of the rare times he had seen Blair completely speechless.
"You spoil her, Charles," Harold cautioned Chuck as they took their seats at the elegantly set table in the center of the room. Blair had a tough time trying to decide which view she wanted to take in as she ate. They must have annoyed the maitre d' as they waited for her to decide before the gentlemen took their seats.
"She's worth it," Chuck winked at Blair, "And so much more."
Blair leaned over and kissed him in response. "Daddy is right. You do spoil me."
"Is that a complaint?" he inquired curiously.
"Oh no," she assured him. Harold and Roman were laughing as they pursued the menu.
"I didn't think so," Chuck replied as he kissed her hand.
"Have you enjoyed your day in Paris, Sweetheart?" Roman inquired. He was fairly certain she had, but he wanted the reassurance.
"Absolutely," Blair nodded with her brightest of smiles. "How could I not? I had a morning of shopping, an afternoon of sightseeing, and an evening dinner with three of my most favorite men in the most beautiful city in the world. How can a girl go wrong?"
Before their dinner arrived, Chuck took Blair's hand and escorted her to one of the many views, his particular favorite, which was the view of the Seine.
"You have outdone yourself, Bass," Blair sighed as he held her tight. "If I didn't know better, I'd stay you are building up to something with this evening."
"I'm not proposing," he assured her. "I will continue to honor your request to wait. All I was hoping to accomplish with this evening is to give you one of your many wishes. You have always wanted to dine in the Eiffel Tower at night. I just put my own unique Bass spin on it."
"Unique spin," she chuckled. "You bought out a restaurant for an entire evening in one of the most famous landmarks in the world. People should not have the type of influence in this world that you have."
"There are perks to dating a billionaire CEO," he told her, "Money being no object is one."
"Dating, is that all we're doing?" she teased.
"It does seem a tad casual for what we are to each other," he mused.
Out of the corner of her eye, Blair saw that their server was bring out their first course, interrupting their conversation. "We'll resume this conversation later," he whispered in her ear before he led her back to the table, holding out her chair as she took her seat.
Small talk was made throughout the rest of the evening as the quartet enjoyed the Parisian view. They ate slowly, all wanting to extend their evening for as long as possible. They all recognized the unique opportunity they had been given, and were determined to make it last.
It was nearly midnight when the limo returned to the vineyard. Blair was sound asleep in Chuck's lap.
"I'll take her," Harold told Chuck as the limo door opened. Reluctantly, Chuck consented. He didn't want to, but he heard the hopefulness in Harold's voice. He saw the familiar chocolate brown gaze of his daughter staring back at him in Harold's gaze, the one he was hard pressed to resist.
"Chuck," Blair mumbled as Harold made his way towards the front door with her secure in his arms.
"It's me, Sweetheart," Harold told her.
"Where's Chuck?" Blair inquired sleepily as she began searching for her beloved boyfriend. Harold's heart broke just a bit. There had been a time when he was the most important man in her life. He hadn't been that man to her in over a year, and he never would be again.
"He's right behind us," Harold assured her. She nodded as she settled against his chest.
"I'll take it from here," Chuck told Harold as he laid Blair out on her bed. He watched as she immediately turned towards where Chuck usually was laying, her hand rubbing along the quilt as if she was searching for him. Harold nodded as Chuck bent over to whisper in her ear, assuring her he was there before she woke herself up. Harold took one last look at his sleeping beauty, watching as Chuck removed her stilettos before he tenderly massaged her feet before Harold exited the room. He suddenly felt like he was intruding on Blair's life.
TBC. . .