Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW. I also do not own nor have any affiliation with Michael Kors, nor his brand.
"What do you mean she turned her cell phone off," Chuck growled when Eugenia had the unpleasant task of giving him the news. "She knows better than that."
"She said she'd call soon," Eugenia tried to assure him. In truth, she'd been trying to call Blair for several hours with no success. She would have been a little more worried if she hadn't called Arthur and forced him to tell her that he had driven her to the airport several hours ago for an international flight. He hadn't known her destination, but Eugenia was fairly confident that she had figured out what Blair was up to. Now she was struggling to uphold Blair's surprise. Chuck was clearly furious that she didn't have any further details on Blair's whereabouts.
"You had better have more answers for me in thirty minutes," Chuck warned his assistant as he walked to the end of hallway towards his suite at the hotel. He'd just concluded another mind numbingly long day of meetings. There had been a major breakthrough, but still no elusive signature on the dotted line, which meant his business trip had to carry on.
Eugenia merely nodded as she backed away from the door as he keyed himself into his suite. All he wanted to do was call Blair, try to alleviate as much sexual tension as he could with her sweet voice encouraging him through the phone, wish her a good evening and try to get some sleep. It would be a futile attempt as he would get no more than a couple of hours, but that was better than nothing.
Chuck froze as he opened the door to see a soft glow escaping from inside. He was sure that he had turned out all the lights when he left the room earlier that day. Had he turned around to look at his assistant, he would have seen her grinning in obvious amusement as she had put together the significance of the glow long before he would. Then again she was functioning on a full night's rest.
The figure on his bed threw him for a loop as he stepped inside his suite. He blinked several times as he was convinced his eyes were playing tricks on him. He could have sworn that Blair was laid out in a seductive pose across his bed in deep green lingerie. His sleep deprivation was playing cruel tricks on him. He stood frozen in the doorway with his mouth hanging wide open.
"Cat have your tongue, Bass," the figment spoke to him. She even sounded like Blair. This was becoming a full out hallucination. He decided if it was a hallucination that he would take full advantage as he crossed the vast room in as few steps as possible and pulled her into his arms, his lips crashing down against the figment's. She even smelled and tasted like Blair. He'd died and gone to heaven in that moment.
"Blair," he asked hesitantly as he pulled away gasping for breath.
"Who else would it be?" she inquired in a teasing voice as she melted against him with a content sigh of relief.
"How is this possible?" Chuck asked as his arms tightened around her slim waist. He feared if he let go even the smallest fraction that she would evaporate into thin air.
"Can we save the details for later?" she requested as her arms began stroking his biceps rhythmically, "We've waited almost five days to be together."
He shook his head to tell her he couldn't wait. He still was unconvinced that she was real even though she felt real against him. He remembered the vivid fantasies he used to have while with other women in which he was able to convince himself he was with Blair. Granted those fantasies had been chemically enhanced, but he knew his sleep deprivation could possibly still be playing tricks with him. He didn't fully trust himself, and he wouldn't risk ruining their relationship by having an affair, even an accidental one.
She groaned in frustration as she began explaining her conversation with Michael and the early end to her internship. Her story sounded believable, but he wasn't able to fully convince himself until he released her ever so slightly to pull out his cell phone. Quickly scrolling through the list of contacts, he actually called Michael Kors to confirm the story.
Blair was laughing softly as he had the brief conversation with one of her fashion idols, using his shoulder to muffle the sound of her laugh, at the extreme length he went to before he could believe she really was with him.
"Will you please make love to me already," she whispered wantonly as he threw his phone to the floor behind him as soon as his call ended. The phone could have broken into a thousand pieces for all he cared as clothes began to fall away in haste.
Five days had done cruel things to him. He needed her more than he needed oxygen at the moment.
"This could be embarrassing," Chuck replied as he entered her swiftly. She was more than ready to accept him. He was momentarily frozen at the feel of her surrounding him so completely. He didn't know how he had managed to forget the exquisite pleasure he gained each time he was with her.
"This will be really embarrassing if you managed to make me orgasm without so much as another movement on your part," Blair encouraged him on, "And I can feel myself so close already."
"Thank god," he groaned as he surged forward. She was true to her word as she called out to him as she came. He'd never know how he managed to fight off his first urge to come with her, but he wasn't ready for the feelings she was inspiring in him. He fought, but not long. She felt too good. It had been too long.
"Wow," Blair managed as they lay next to each other. Both were staring at the ceiling of his luxurious suite gasping for breath. "If it wasn't so torturous, I'd say we need to spend five days apart more often."
"Never going to happen," he responded as he turned onto his side so that he could pull her to him. He sighed at the overwhelming feeling of her bare skin against his. "There are not going to be any business trips if you're not able to make the trip with me. I'd rather lose the deal than spend this much time apart ever again."
"But you have to admit that was pretty incredible," she stated as she struggled still to catch her breath.
"Mind altering," he offered, his smirk turning devilishly as he gazed into her eyes, "Woman, you do insane things to my mind."
"I can't believe that you called Michael," she chuckled softly as she rolled towards him fully.
"Better to be safe than sorry," he rationalized, "I've been in such a foul mood since the start of this trip that my team has been looking for any possible solution to pull me out of it. It was only a matter of time before they tried a prostitute. They could have hired a transvestite by mistake and my sleep depraved mind would have convinced myself that it was you."
Blair continued laughing softly as she melted against him.
"I ruined your La Perlas," Chuck responded as he eyed the shredded garment hanging at end of the bed.
"It's definitely not the first, nor the last time, that has happened," she mused, "Although this does pose a slight problem. I had fifteen minutes to pack, and I only threw in one change of clothes. I have no clean lingerie to wear after tomorrow."
"You really shouldn't have told me that," he growled as he rolled her under him. He was supporting his weight on his arms so that he wouldn't crush her. "I'll make sure that Eugenia takes you shopping tomorrow, on me of course."
Blair giggled as she reached up to cup his face. It wasn't often that he funded her shopping addiction, but when he did, it had amazing results. She stopped herself from the train of thought that she was on when she looked into his eyes. It was the first time she had really been able to look into his chocolate depths since they'd reunited. They had been too frantic with need before. He looked exhausted and beaten. He had dark circles around his eyes, brought on surely by the lack of sleep.
"Chuck," she whispered softly as he closed his eyes reflexively against her gentle caress as she traced the circles softly.
"This was really hard," he admitted as he pressed his forehead to hers as he lowered himself to her slightly. "I honestly didn't expect this. I knew I'd miss you and us being together, but never did I imagine that it would be so hard that I couldn't sleep more than a few hours a night. I never imagined that I'd lay in bed so still out of habit that I could remake the bed without housekeeping realizing that someone had slept there. I never imagined how completely you have taken over my life."
"That sounds dangerous, Bass," she warned him as she groaned as his body began to press more fully against hers.
"It is," he agreed as he nodded his head against her. "It literally hurt to be away from you. It was like someone was constantly punching me in the stomach and knocking the wind out of me. We need to figure something out. It's inevitable that I'll need to take more business trips, and the likelihood that you'll be able to come with me, especially while you're still in school, is very slim. I almost blew this deal, Blair."
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
"It's not your fault," he responded quickly as he shook his head, "But we need to work on this."
"Maybe on our break nights, I should stay at my mother's," she suggested, referring to the one night a week that they spent with their friends away from each other. It was a ritual that Blair had hated at first, but quickly realized that it had been a necessity. Now it was a weekly occurrence, as was the following evening that they set aside to read to each other.
"We'll work on this," he agreed as he collapsed against her completely as his arms gave way. His lips began to trail her neck lazily, but he didn't seem to have a true intent or purpose. He was merely doing so because he couldn't bear to part with her.
"Get some sleep," she whispered softly, "I'm not going anywhere."
He nodded against her neck as he rolled slightly so that they were both lying on their sides facing each other. The soft glow in the room illuminated each other as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Chuck began having trouble keeping his eyes open, and soon they fluttered closed for the last time as he fell into his first peaceful slumber in almost a week. Blair reached out and caressed his cheek softly before sleep claimed her as well.
Even thousands of miles away, Blair felt as if she was finally home, which is where she was in Chuck's arms.
TBC. . .