Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
I feel the need to remind everyone that this story completely ignores the events of this most recent season. I'm contemplating a story to fix how Season 3 ended, but I'm committed to finishing this one first. Naïve or not, I choose to keep the faith in my favorite pairing and hope they can find a way to work through it.
"Why don't you and Chuck spend another week with us," Harold suggested as the limo driver began packing up the car with their bags as they prepared to leave the vineyard.
"I only have one week before my internship starts, and Chuck's vacation is only one week longer," Blair explained.
"And you need your alone time together," Harold finished for her. He had known that he wasn't going to get anywhere with his request, but that hadn't stopped him from making it. He always hated this part of her visits, when she was leaving.
"You and Roman are welcome to visit us any time you'd like in New York, and I might be able to convince Chuck to spend Christmas in France this year," Blair replied, "We'll see each other soon."
"Never soon enough," Harold replied as he hugged her just as the last of her bags were loaded. He held on tight even when Blair tried to pull away. She waited patiently for her father to release her as she watched Chuck and Roman shake hands. Eventually Harold relented, shaking Chuck's hand and imploring the young man to take care of his little girl.
"Always," was Chuck's response.
Blair hugged Roman quickly and then kissed her father's cheek one more time before she climbed into the limo.
"Finally!" Blair sighed as she practically attacked Chuck, climbing over him, as they pulled away from the vineyard.
"It wasn't that bad," he chuckled as she worked quickly to rid him of his clothing.
"You are not allowed to wear clothes for the rest of our vacation," she told him as she began kissing her way down his chest.
"That's going to be very uncomfortable for the limo driver and the flight crew when we get to the airport," he quipped as he relaxed against the seat and let her have her fun. Their midnight romps in the office of the storage unit the past few days had been rushed. Her father had kept an extra close eye on them since their day in Paris, leaving them desperately needing their release each evening.
"I don't care," she shook her head. "No clothes."
"I must insist then that the rule will also apply to you," he smirked. He'd just won the argument before it had begun. She'd never risk public nudity to best him.
She backpedaled quicker than he had thought.
"As soon as we get to the island, no more clothes," she amended.
"Sounds like a week in paradise to me," he told her.
"I love my father, and I love spending time with him," she stated, "But every time we turned around the past few days, he was right there hovering over us. I half expected him to climb into bed between us."
"Your description is a tad extreme, but accurate," Chuck agreed. "This week was hard on him. He's realizing that some man other than himself is becoming more important in his little girl's life. He's had that distinction for eighteen years of your life. It's natural that he would want to hover, ensure that I'm taking care of you as well has he has."
"You do better perhaps," she replied, "You see to it that all my needs and desired as met. He hasn't been that person in my life for awhile."
"I meet your needs and desires because they are the same as mine," he told her. "We are the same. We always have been."
"You brought me to life that first night in our beloved limo," she proclaimed, "You showed me what I had been missing for sixteen years. You're air to me. I need you to breath."
"You have me," he responded.
"Show me," she pleaded. "Show me how to breath."
"I've been a very good sport about this," Blair insisted as they deplaned their luxurious private jet and were guiding towards a much less comfortable looking puddle jumper.
"Easy, Princess," he whispered in her ear. "I promise this is a short flight."
"I'm not sure this rusted cast-off can make even the shortest of flights," Blair insisted as she inspected the plane a little more closely with her ever critical eye.
"I'll do everything in my power to distract you," he assured her as he caressed her shoulder suggestively. "I promise the journey is well worth it."
"I'll go only if you promise to tell me where we are ending the little adventure," she compromised. "I don't know if you know this, but you are no Indiana Jones, I am definitely not Marion Ravenwood, and this is not some Lucas/Spielberg production."
"It's amusing that you think you have a bargaining chip on this little escapade," he chuckled at her cinematic reference. "I'm dragging you to paradise if I have to knock you out and throw you over my shoulder. Nothing is going to stop me from ravishing you for the next week, certainly not your fear of low class flight accommodations."
"Please," she begged as she stuck out her lower lip into a pout. He couldn't resist the urge to bite her lip lightly before he inhaled her lips. Before she knew what was happening, they were airborne and half way to their destination.
"Mister Bass, if you need anything, please do not hesitate in asking," the Tahitian concierge told him as she walked the pair into their private bungalow in the French Polynesian island of Fakarava. Chuck looked around to see that all of his earlier requests had been granted. With a generous tip, even for him, he waved the woman away before snagging Blair around her waist and pulled her to him.
"This place is beautiful, Bass," Blair announced as she looked out towards their private beach, sighing in content as the gentle waves rolled against the shore. She was in heaven.
"It will be beautiful when I get you out of these clothes," he whispered into her ear as he inched her dress hem up her thigh slowly, his fingers gently caressing the creamy skin as it was revealed. Blair's hand entwined with his as he continued to whisper into her ear darkly, "I know I've had you in the limousine, aboard the jet twice, and almost again aboard that small puddle jumper, but I need you again."
Blair eyes rolled back into her head at his confession. There was no need to respond. She knew he could tell the shallowness of her breathing that she needed him just as much as he did her.
"I'm going to make you forget your name," he pledged, as he bit her ear sharply. She yelped, but the momentary pain only heightened her need for him.
"Do I even have a name?" she inquired breathlessly as he spun her suddenly so she was facing him. Her eyes were as black as coal and unable to focus.
His hands resumed inching her dress up her hips. He frowned slightly at the sensation of silk at her hips. He distinctly remembered pocketing her La Perla panties as they exited the limo earlier that afternoon. How had she managed to slip them out of his pocket and back onto her hips without him noticing? It became irrelevant as he tore them away from her body before he resumed his focus on the dress as he lifted her arms over her head and peeled the dress away from her body. His eyes floated across the treasure he had just uncovered, sighing happily that she had no further garments left that he needed to remove.
Without warning, he swept her up in his arms and carried her across the spacious room to the king size bed that awaited them. She sunk into the soft mattress as he soared over her, his weight pressed down against her as her arms and legs wrapped around him, her hips thrashing against him as her lips sought out his.
She let out a very unladylike curse as she felt the unwelcome fabric against her blazing skin.
"You're still fully dressed," she pouted as she struggled with the simplest of tasks, removing his tie. "That doesn't work for me."
"It's not working for me either," he agreed as his tie came loose. She yanked at it hard so that it came all the way free and then she threw it behind his back.
"Get these off now," she demanded as she pulled at the offending fabric at his shoulders. He happily gave into her request. The buttons scattered, the zipper split, the fabric ripped all giving way as he hastily removed the cloth barriers between them.
As he sunk into her slowly, Blair's eyes again rolled back. She clenched around him after his first thrust. He knew she had been turned on, but her climax coming so quickly surprised him. He was good at working her into a frenzy, but he never thought he was that good.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed as her eyes went wide as he thrust into her again, drawing out her orgasm as only he could. Blair clung to him, her finger digging against the flesh at his neck as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Chuck fought with himself to hold off on joining her over the edge. He could very easily let himself explode inside her, but as her orgasm continued to wash through her he realized that he couldn't let go until she was fully satisfied.
She called out to him one final time as her orgasm mercifully concluded. He let himself go just then, spilling himself inside her with one final thrust. She blacked out immediately. Had he never witnessed it before, he would have panicked and tried to rouse her. Instead, he held her close in the way she like to be held after they made love and waited patiently for her to regain consciousness.
"My wonderful, handsome man," Blair cooed as she caressed the slightly stubble of his face when she came to minutes later. She was panting heavily and her eyelids appeared heavy as if she was struggling to keep them open, but the satisfied look in her eyes was unavoidable.
"Incredible," he added as he continued to gasp for air.
"It always is," she smiled lazily as she hugged him to her as her eyes drifted close. She was about to fall back to sleep when she felt the familiar hardening of him inside her. "Again, Bass," she chuckled softly. The gently shaking her laughter caused had him hardening that much quicker.
"God, help me, yes," he groaned, still fighting to take in an adequate supply of air. He was going to start hyperventilating soon, he could feel it.
"I'm going to pass out," she announced. "But feel free to take liberties with my body. I'm sure my body will respond even though my mind will not let join in."
"I could never do that," he gasped with the surprise her response brought.
"You've made love to me while I slept before," she insisted.
"Never," he gasped again. "You've seduced me in your sleep before, and I let you, but you are always the instigator, not me."
"Then it's your turn," she responded as she felt herself falling to sleep.
"I would rather wait through your nap with a raging hard on than disrespect you and your body in that way," he growled into her ear. "Get some sleep, Beautiful. I will not go so easy on you next time."
"Promise?" she mumbled.
"Always," he whispered, rolling over so that she was laying sprawled out on top of him. Feeling her superlative curves wrapped around his body would keep him entertained as he waited for her to recover from the energy draining orgasm she had just experienced. He was feeling mighty proud, but also a touch annoyed. Of course he was proud that he had given her so much pleasure and fulfilled his promise of making her forget her name, but it came at a cost. He was ready for the next round, and she was passed out over him.
His brain continued to churn as she slept and drifted to places he shouldn't have allowed it to go. Her offer of making love to her body as she slept was more tempting than he would ever let on. On occasion he had begun seducing her while she was still asleep, but he had never proceeded to make love to her until she was fully awake and a willing participant. Taking her without her knowledge and participation felt wrong. He'd been that guy once, before he gave himself to her, and he had vowed to never be that man again.
He suddenly wondered if she ever gave any thought anymore to the vial man he used to be, the one who had used women only to quickly discard them, forced himself on them on occasion when they tried to resist. He tried to rationalize in his mind these encounters. These women knew what they were getting into when they allowed themselves to associate with him.
His reputation was no secret. He was only after one thing, and only for one night. Everyone of the women had known that, most seemed to relish it. The dangerous, dark haired, dark eyed, menacing prince of the Upper East Side was such a turn on for most. He was their act of rebellion. He was their way to finally control one night of their lives after trying desperately to live up to their parents' impossibly perfect image of themselves. He couldn't even begin to count the number of women who had lost their virginity to him.
His heart stopped beating as Blair wrapped herself more fully around him. He had been that act of rebellion to Blair. After thinking for these past three years that their encounter had been so much different than all of the other nights he'd ever had, his heart nearly exploded at the realization that perhaps for her it hadn't been.
She must have felt him tense beneath her because her lips began searching out the Adam's apple at his neck as she started to wake. She stopped suddenly as she caught the tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Bass," she whispered softly, hoping to prompt his explanation. What she prompted was him rolling her away from him and suddenly disappear into the bathroom, locking the door when she tried to follow. "BASS!" she called out as she began banging repetitively against the door. "What's wrong? What did I do?"
Chuck crumbled against the door, breaking down in painful sobs. He was back to Christmas Day in his office. He was back into feeling the horrible emotions his memories stirred. He was back to hating himself and the rest of the world.
He felt the door shaking behind him as she continued her vicious pounding, but he couldn't let her in. She couldn't help him anyways. Mercifully, she gave up. He curled himself into a ball on the floor as his self-loathing continued. Time stood still for him as he lay out in the darkness of the room. He was hyperventilating when he heard a faint click, and then a low creak as the door slowly opened.
Blair had called the front desk and told them that she inadvertently looked herself out of the bathroom. They had come quickly and opened it. She rushed the man away before she slowly opened the door. She was surprised by the darkness.
"What happened?" Blair asked gently as she tried to sooth away his pain with gentle caresses at his shoulder as the light from the other room illuminated him. He jumped and scrambled away from her again, trying to find a corner in the bathroom darkness that she couldn't find him in. Suddenly she knew exactly what was happening. She knew that her seductive misstep from earlier had thrown him back in time. "You aren't that man anymore," she tried to assure him. She didn't go to him this time. She kept her distance. She didn't want him to run as she spoke.
"Stay away from me," he hissed.
"I can't do that," she told him, shaking her head even though the darkness precluded him from seeing her action, "I can't stay away from you anymore than I can stop loving you."
"Do you hate yourself that much?" he growled.
"I love you that much," she told him.
"How can you love a monster?" he demanded. Her heart broke. She had never seen him as the villain he was describing himself to be. He had been her equal. They had both been horrible people, while many considered him to be so much worse, she never had. His methods of manipulation had just been different.
"Because you are not that man," she insisted, "In my eyes, you've never been that man. We've each seen each other's true selves before we saw them in ourselves. Please don't do this to yourself. We're not saints, Chuck. We've made mistakes, some worse than others. It's in the past. We've changed. We aren't those people anymore. We're us; we're Chuck and Blair."
"Leave me," he demanded, choking on the words, "I'll give you anything, the penthouse, my company, my fortune, everything if you'll walk away. I don't deserve you."
Tears were streaming down her face as she took a step towards him. She could hear the anguish in his voice and it turned her stomach into knots. "Chuck," she spoke softly. She couldn't find the words to sooth him, to bury the anger he had inside him to get him to forgive himself for everything. "I'm not leaving you," she insisted, "Let all that go. Every hurtful thing you've ever done, let it go. It doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that matters to me is that you love me."
"Please," his voice broke as he spoke. She didn't know what he was asking her to do; back away from him, walk away from their life together, take away the pain. She knelt next to him and felt around until she had her arms around him to hold him close. He tried to push her away, but the corner he had found to hide himself was now the one thing keeping him to her. She knew he'd never intentionally hurt her, even through the pain and anger he was feeling, the one thing that was sacred to him was her.
He cried against her shoulder as she held him close. She cried with him.
After a cleansing bath with Blair, Chuck felt a little better. He still wasn't his usual self, but he wasn't curled into a ball on the bathroom floor, so they had made progress.
Blair couldn't hide her worry when she looked into his eyes.
"Come join me for a moonlit stroll," Blair requested as she wrapped herself up in her satin robe before she extended her hand to him. He looked as if he was going to reject her request before she handed him his silk robe with an eager smile. He consented.
They were quiet as they walked the shore.
"I'm sorry," Chuck stated suddenly. Blair froze in the sand as she tried to work through what he could be apologizing for. "I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I'm sorry I've ruined our romantic getaway, and mostly I'm sorry that I told you to leave me."
"You haven't ruined our getaway," she assured him. "You're here with me. That's all I need."
"Thank you for not listening to me," he replied, "And for not leaving me. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You won't find out," she assured him. "Through your darkest thoughts, I will stand by you through anything."
"I don't know that I can ever forgive myself for what I used to be, but you are helping me move forward," he told her, "You're helping me see that I'm not that man anymore, and that I am worthy of being loved. I never thought I'd have what we have."
"I know," she nodded, her tone barely more than a whisper. "Honestly, I never thought I'd have it either. Part of me was resigned to the fact that I would end up in a platonic marriage like my parents, whether it be with Nate or someone else. I would have sacrificed love and passion because I didn't know this type of relationship could exist. Now that I know better, I know I will never be able to give this up. I can't settle for anything less."
"We're going to be okay," he realized, "Aren't we?"
"Was there every a doubt?" she inquired as she kissed his cheek softly.
"There's always a doubt inside my head," he told her. "In some ways, I think I'm searching for the one thing that will drive you away, but I cannot bring myself to follow through. I cannot bring myself to hurt you that deeply."
She knew he was talking about cheating on her. Lord knows he probably had the opportunity. She'd witnessed women throwing themselves at him on several occasions before and after they had become seriously involved. She was comforted by the fact that he hadn't given any of them a second glance, but now she wondered if he really had been tempted.
"My body is not capable of betraying you, Blair," he elaborated. "While I think sometimes you might be better off without me, I know that you have chosen to stand beside me. I will not make a fool of you. I will not betray you. I will not betray us."
She nodded as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She brushed it away quickly before concluding that a change of topics was required. "Enough of this self loathing. This week is about you and me being alone together on this beautiful island with no distractions. We've done enough talking for today. I want some action, more specifically, I want you."
The familiar sparkle returned to his eyes, lit in the moonlight, as he rushed them back to their private hideaway. They fell into bed and made love slowly.
TBC. . .