Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
"What are you looking for?" Chuck inquired as he laid back as she was up and out of the bed, searching the kitchenette for something. He was feeling more like himself as his eyes roamed her nude body without shame.
"I see strawberries," she told as she produced the bowl that had been delivered while they had gone for their stroll earlier, "But I do not see the cream. Surely you wouldn't order one without the other. You know how much that would upset me."
"Search the fridge," he grinned. Of course he had remember the cream. He wouldn't dream of making her eat strawberries without it. Blair giggled slightly in excitement as she spotted the cream finally and grabbed it out of the fridge. She picked up the strawberries on her way back to the bed, laying the chilled bowl on his stomach as she climbed in beside him. He lurched forward as the chill coursed through his body.
Grabbing a piece of fruit out of the bowl and dipping it in the cream, Chuck quickly fed it to his beautiful bedmate. Blair's eyes closed as she savored the taste. A little bit of juice dribbled down her chin. He sat up and licked it clean with his tongue. Her finger dipped into the cream and dabbed it against his chest.
On any other night he would have foreseen the food fight and would have jumped right in, but he didn't have his 'A' game that evening. He merely laid back and let her clean him up. Blair gave him a small smile as she licked and sucked at his skin until the tasty white substance was gone. She suddenly realized she'd found her new favorite treat.
Chuck let her have her fun, even as she continued to dab cream all along his body. He wasn't in the mood for a food fight. He wanted to be taken care of that evening, and she would happily do just that.
"We're going to need more to eat than just strawberries," Blair told him as she feed him the berry. "Perhaps we should get dressed and have dinner on the beach."
"What happened to your no clothing rule for this week?" he laughed softly.
"We've already broken it with robes earlier," she countered.
"I'm not really in the mood to be around other people tonight," he shook his head as he caressed her bare shoulder softly.
"Room service then," she compromised as she reached out for the phone. After a lengthy conversation over the menu with the man on the other end of the phone, dinner was on its way.
Chuck motioned to get out of bed when dinner arrived, but Blair held him still as she popped out, wrapping herself in the comforter as she signed for their meal. Upon waving the server away, she rolled the tray towards the bed, pushing on his shoulder when he sat up.
"Relax," she told him, "Let me feed you."
He felt guilty as she fed him his first bite. He hate that she felt obligated to take care of him, but he couldn't make himself reach out to stop her. He wasn't sure he could stop her even if he had. She had a gentle yet determined look on her face.
"Thank you for tonight," he told her as he finished chewing his next bite. "For taking care of me. I know my mood is not conducive to romance, even in such a romantic setting such as this. You always manage to know exactly what I need."
"You never have to thank me for this," she told him as she kissed his cheek softly. "I love you."
"And I love you," he replied as he sat up slightly and kissed her. His lips were demanding. He needed her at that moment. His arms came around her, pulling her closer to him. She whimpered as his tongue prodded its way into her mouth. His hands began a tug of war with the comforter still around her body as he needed to feel her skin against his.
"Chuck," she gasped.
"I need you, Waldorf," he replied as his lips attached to her neck. He rolled her underneath him quickly. Dinner was completely forgotten as be began his feast on her instead. He left no piece of her untouched.
"Every time I think that you've topped yourself, you always manage to find another level," Blair gasped as she tried valiantly to catch her breath as she came down from her climax.
He chuckled lightly as he continued to nibbled at her neck. His body was exhausted but he couldn't stop himself from continuing to taste her skin. "I'm exhausted, Blair," he announced.
"Sleep, Bass," she encouraged him. "I'll be here when you wake."
He used the last residual amount of strength he had left to roll off of her before he passed out. There was a role reversal that evening as he curled in against her as he drifted off to sleep. Blair studied his features as he slept. He looked so at peace when he slumbered. She couldn't resisted stroking his chin gently. He didn't flinch away from her touch as she expected he might, nor did he stir. He merely pulled her in tighter against him, mumbling his love for her. She pressed her lips to his forehead before she allowed herself to sleep.
Blair slipped out of Chuck's arms early the next morning just as the sun was rising. She stepped out on their private balcony to watch the beauty as it unfolded. From where she was sitting she could hear Chuck's steady breathing as he continued to sleep. Fortunately, he had slept through the evening, but she wondered what type of mood he would be in that day. It had taken him a few days to return to his usual self after his similar incident on Christmas Day.
"You're breaking the rules again," he whispered into her ear as he came up behind her suddenly, putting his arms around her shoulders. She lurched forward in surprise. She thought she would have heard him coming.
"Which rules?" she smiled as she turned to kiss him.
"The no clothing rule," he told her as he stroked the silk at her shoulder before pulling her out of her chair and to her feet. He quickly rid her of the offending garment before his hands began caressing her bare skin.
"I didn't want to get a chill without my handsome man awake to warm me," she explained as he pulled her in tight against him. She grinned as she felt his readiness against her hip. "You looked so peaceful, I couldn't wake you."
"I'm awake now," he told her as his lips dusted across her collarbone. "I'll keep you warm. In fact I believe you may be downright scalding after I finish with what I have planned for you."
"Does it involve you and me naked on that extremely comfortable bed back there doing all sorts of naughty things to each other?" she inquired as she motioned towards the bed with her head.
"Where is your imagination, Waldorf," he groaned as he lifted her into his arms suddenly, guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist as he took her seat on the balcony.
"Chuck, anyone can walk past at any moment?" she gasped as she sunk down on him. Her eyes rolled back with pleasure.
"That's what makes this exciting," he whispered as she rose up before quickly thrusting her hips back towards his in perfect rhythm. "At any moment, we could be caught in the most intimate of acts. It begs the question . . . what will you do if we are discovered? Will you reach down for your robe at our feet to cover yourself and try and preserve a shred of dignity, or will you ignore the intrusion and keep going?"
"Keep going," she gasped as she felt herself near her peak.
"That's my beautiful Blair," he chuckled darkly as his head fell back as his excitement continued to build. "Oh, god, B, this is amazing."
Hearing him use one of her old nicknames threw her into overdrive as she bucked against him wildly.
"Are you close, Bass?" she whispered into his ear just before she felt herself falling apart, biting at his lobe.
"So close," he responded hoarsely. "You'd better be ready because I can't hold out any longer."
She laughed into his ear as she let go, timing her release perfectly with his.
"I love morning sex," he mumbled against her shoulder as he clung to her.
"You love sex, period," she responded as she nipped at his neck, leaving little marks against his skin.
"With you," he added.
"The longer we stay out here, the more likely it is that we are spotted," Blair told him as she shifted slightly in his lap. Now that the moment was over, her dignity needed to be preserved. "I'd like to preserve what dignity I have left."
"You have all the dignity in the world, Beautiful," he told her.
"Can we please go inside and enjoy the comforts of that soft bed?" she requested.
"Certainly," he replied as he stood up, taking her with him as he returned them to bed. Their limbs remained entangled together. It was virtually impossible for either of them to determine where they ended and the other began.
"It's still early," she realized as she curled against him as her eyes drooped close.
"Get some sleep," he whispered. "We have all the time in the world and nowhere we need to be other than in each other's arms."
She nodded against his chest as she drifted off to sleep.
"Nobody is going to believe we've been on vacation," Blair stated as they began packing their belongings as it was time to return to New York.
"And why is that?" he inquired as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Because I have no tan," she replied, her eyes closing as he nibbled at the nape of her neck. "We spent all our time in bed."
"Is that a complaint?" he inquired, pausing briefly from his assault only to resume after the words were out.
"Never," she gasped as his tongue darted out to tease her at the exact moment she chose to respond.
"I didn't think so," he grinned.
"You have to let me pack," she nudged him away.
"Why did you unpack anyways?" he inquired as his arms wrapped around her again. She may have though she needed space to back, but he wasn't going to give it to her. They had only a few hours until the real world came calling, and he wanted to make these last few moments last. "You didn't wear anything other than a silk robe this entire week."
"I didn't know that when I first unpacked," she rationalized.
"And you wouldn't change one minute of this week together," he summarized.
"I know you would like to, but no I wouldn't change one minute of this week," she responded, "We both have our ups and downs. It's part of being who we are, and I'll never trade what we have. The important thing is that we are always there for each other."
"One day I will find a way to get past all of this personal crap," he spoke with determination.
"And when you do, I will be right there with you," she assured him as she took his hand and kissed it.
"How about one last foray into that comfortable bed before we must leave the island," he suggested as his hands skimmed across the silk of her blouse.
"You read my mind," she grinned as she turned and allowed him to pull her to the bed.
Alas the real world is calling for us all. Until next time. TBC. . .