Hello everyone! So this is my longest chapter to date – for some reason the show has actually inspired me to write. Honestly, it's a ball of C/B fluff – a fluff explosion with a bit of NJBC thrown in there. But that's what I was in the mood for, and I felt like we all needed a bit more C/B than we've been seeing on our screens.
I don't own anything. And I've never been to St. Bart's, but I have been to a few of the neighboring islands (St. Bart's is still a bit out of my price range) so I am making assumptions about St. Bart's based on those experiences of mine.
Chapter 8
Monday
"We have reached our cruising altitude of 30,000 feet. It is now safe to leave your seats and roam about the cabin. We should be landing in St. Bart's in about four and a half hours," announced the pilot over the intercom.
Blair perked up at the sound of the pilot's voice. She was a nervous flyer so she didn't relax much on planes; the only times she did were those when she was asleep, completely distracted, or enveloped in Chuck's arms. Knowing that she would be on her own this flight, she had brought her latest attempt at knitting something in hopes that it would keep her occupied and calm her nerves. It was working to some extent, but she was still a bit anxious so she glanced around the cabin to see what everyone was doing. Nate was entranced with his computer screen playing a video game, Serena was singing along to her iPod while flipping through the latest issue of Vogue, and Chuck was fast asleep. He had fallen asleep before they even took off and she had a feeling that he would probably sleep for most of the flight.
To say Chuck was exhausted would be putting it mildly - he had been running himself into the ground for the past week. Before they even left the Park Avenue penthouse, Chuck contacted the real estate agent, his lawyers, and his personal accountant and put in a bid for the place. After a day of negotiations, the deal was finalized and Chuck and Blair had their first real estate purchase as husband and wife. They were both so excited about their new home, and Blair couldn't help but pester Chuck with her ideas for the décor and potential renovations. Chuck had also chosen this week to get re-acquainted with the ins and outs of his father's legacy, Bass Industries, because many of the employees were on vacation and the offices were quieter than normal. Meanwhile, business at the Empire was not quiet at all, as New York City was full of tourists for the week between Christmas and New Year's Day, as well as for the first few days following the start of 2011. For those reasons, Chuck found himself running between the Empire and Bass Industries at least once a day that week, sometimes twice. On top of it all, Chuck had decided to host a New Year's Eve party the Empire and nothing but perfection was acceptable for Chuck Bass. For all these reasons, Chuck was very much looking forward to this trip to St. Bart's and doing very little except relaxing, something he proclaimed he was starting as soon as everyone boarded the plane.
After staring an inappropriate amount of time at Chuck's sleeping form, Blair's eyes quickly darted around the cabin to make sure that no one had seen her. Once she was assured that no one had observed her lusting after Chuck, she went back to her knitting. Looking down, she noted that she had made very little progress in what had seemed like hours but was really only a couple of minutes. Huffing to herself, Blair wondered what the hell she was thinking – knitting was such a plebian task, not something that Blair Waldorf-Bass should be doing. With that, she put her attempt at a scarf away and brought out her iPad. It was a long flight and she had plenty of time to watch an Audrey marathon. She downloaded 'Roman Holiday', 'Breakfast at Tiffany's', and 'Sabrina' onto her iPad, and after one last peek at Chuck's sleeping form to get her fix, Blair slipped in her earbuds and lost herself in the misadventures of Princess Ann and Joe Bradley.
XOXO
A few hours later, while engrossed in the drama surrounding Sabrina, Linus, and David, Blair was distracted when the flight attendant handed her the necessary passport control form. Setting aside her iPad, she retrieved a pen and her passport from her purse to start filling out the form, as she had a million times in the past. Feeling someone's eyes on her, Blair looked up to see Chuck was awake and his eyes were boring into her. However, they were not filled with the lustful look they so often held, but instead appeared deeply serious. Blair glanced around the cabin again, to see if there was something she was missing, something to explain the look on Chuck's face, but she saw nothing. She couldn't figure out what had gotten Chuck so disheveled. Blair decided to finish filling out the stupid form and then she could spend her time trying to understand what was bothering Chuck. The form was easy, just the standard personal information.
Date: 03/01/2011
Last name: Waldorf
First name: Blair
Middle Initial: C
Passport #:
When she got to the line that required her passport number, Blair finally had to look at her passport because she didn't have the number memorized. That's when she saw it and she instantly knew what was on Chuck's mind. Her last name was no longer Waldorf, it was Waldorf-Bass. Her neck snapped as she quickly turned to look at Chuck. He was still looking at her with the same serious expression on his face. A silent conversation passed between the two of them, both knowing that it was entirely possible that their secret was about to be revealed to their two best friends. They weren't ready for everyone to know their precious secret, and this, certainly, was not how they wanted it to come out.
About ten minutes later, the flight attendant announced that they would be landing momentarily and that their car service would be waiting to pick them up outside of the immigration area. A feeling of dread overcame both Blair and Chuck, and their eyes locked on one another, both attempting to reassure the other with just a glance that everything would be okay, even though they knew that wasn't true. They were brought back to the present by Serena, who was so excited to finally be here and kept rambling on about shopping, relaxing on the beach, and eating delicious food. Talking with Serena provided Blair with a fleeting distraction, but that lasted only a few minutes as the plane landed and everyone gathered their belongings in order to deplane.
Not wanting their secret to be revealed, Chuck decided that he needed to do something and he needed to do it quickly. For some reason, he had come to cherish this secret that was shared between Blair and himself, it was theirs alone and he liked not having everyone's input on their life. So, he concluded that his best bet was to delay Blair, so that Nate and Serena would pass through immigration first and Blair would go through last, hence no one would see or hear her addressed as Mrs. Blair Waldorf-Bass.
Quickly, Chuck decided on a course of action, one that needed to be executed at precisely the right time otherwise it wouldn't work. Yes, he knew that it was likely that Blair was going to kill him when this was all said and done, but he couldn't think of any other way around this. He just hoped that she would understand that in the long run, this was for the best.
While everyone was distracted putting away their carry-on items, Chuck cautiously grabbed a glass full of water from the bar near his seat and he waited for his opportunity. Then he saw it. Blair had just finished primping herself with her compact, snapped it shut, and was bending over to return it to her purse. Chuck swiftly glanced around the cabin to make sure no one was looking, and when he saw the coast was clear, he 'accidently' knocked the entire glass of water over Blair's head and down the front of her top.
"EEEEEEE!" screeched Blair as she quickly righted herself, pushed her wet hair from her face, and stared at her soaken-wet dress. This drew the attention of Serena and Nate, so Chuck had to immediately suppress the grin that he couldn't seem to help from taking over his face. But it was too late, Blair caught it. "OH. MY. GOD. This isn't funny, you Basshole!"
"I'm so sorry Blair," Chuck said semi-sincerely while stifling a laugh. "I don't know what happened. I must have tripped or something."
"You don't know what happened? Huh? I'll tell you what happened Charles," sneered Blair as she rose from her seat. With a fiercely determined look in her eyes, Blair poked Chuck in the chest with her finger and stomped her feet. "You dumped water all over me and ruined my dress."
All Chuck could do was stare at her; he was getting aroused by the second. He loved it when Blair was feisty! Not only that, but the top of her dress was clinging to her wonderfully shaped curves and it was now see-through, so he could make out the lace of her lingerie. Serena's voice broke his train of thought, which was probably a good thing seeing as this was not the correct time to let his mind begin entertaining certain thoughts.
"Oh shit Blair. Let me get you a towel from the bathroom so you can dry yourself off," Serena said calmly and she moved towards the bathroom.
"No need sis," Chuck quickly jumped in. He couldn't have Serena disrupting his plan now. "I'll take care of it since I caused the problem." After which he dashed into the bathroom before Serena had the chance.
"Damn right this is your fault," cursed Blair, still huffing at her disheveled state. Then she yelled, "You owe me a new dress."
While Chuck was walking back with two towels for Blair, he called out to the others, "Why don't you two go on and Blair and I will meet you at the car. There is no need for you to wait for us. I'll help Blair with her bags and you can get a glimpse of the beautiful Caribbean. We shouldn't be more than ten minutes behind you." He handed one towel to Blair so that she could blot her face and dry her hair while he used the other to 'dry' her top with his roaming hands.
"Okay," and "Fine," were the responses from their blonde best friends, neither one of them wanting to get in the middle of Blair and Chuck's latest squabble.
A minute later when it was just the two of them left on the plane, Chuck pulled Blair flush to his chest and kissed her senseless. Once they parted he said, "I've been wanting to do that all day long. I didn't think I was going to be able to restrain myself much longer when you look like that," and his eyes traveled up and down her figure.
"Stop it you ass," Blair slapped Chuck's arm. "What the hell was that about? Did you seriously dump water on me just to have a few minutes alone with me so you could cop a feel? You couldn't wait just a little bit longer? And did you have to ruin my dress?" The last part came out as a whine.
"Blair, you can't expect me to not touch you when you look like this. You know I like you when you're all wet," and he licked his lips as he gestured from her breasts down the rest of her body. "But no, I didn't do this to get a few minutes alone with you, however that is a nice bonus. I did it so that you, Mrs. Bass, can go through passport control without having to worry about Nate and Serena finding out our secret." With that, he planted a chaste kiss on Blair's lips, picked up her bags, and motioned for her to follow him.
"Give me a second Bass. I need to at least fix my hair and make-up since you destroyed them. And seriously, you couldn't think of a better plan than drenching me with water and destroying my dress?" pouted Blair.
"I was working on very short notice here. Hey, at least I thought of something," Chuck pointed out. "And I am sorry about your dress. I'll buy you a new one, I promise." He then kissed her again.
"Damn right you're going to buy me a new dress," Blair firmly responded. "And Bass," this time her tone had softened. "Thank you."
"For you, anytime," and his lips turned up into a rare smile. "I love you Mrs. Bass."
"I love you too. Now let me get ready."
After a couple minutes of playing with her hair before deciding to pull it back and then touching up her make-up, Mrs. Bass was ready to join Mr. Bass in leaving the plane together and meeting up with their friends.
XOXO
It was mid-afternoon when the gang arrived at the Vanderbilt property. The main house was situated on the beach and it was large enough for everyone to have their own room, with the girls sharing one bathroom and the guys sharing a different one. After unpacking their things and changing into clothes more appropriate for the Caribbean, Nate and Chuck decided to run into the village to stock up on liquid refreshments and pick up some take-out for dinner, while Blair showered and changed and Serena sat on the deck taking in the ocean view. They all decided that after the long flight, they wanted to have an easy, relaxing night in, just the four of them. So they ate outside on the deck and unwound in the ocean breeze, drinking mojitos prepared by the resident bartenders Nate and Chuck. It wasn't too long before all four of them felt the effects of the alcohol in their systems, giggling over stories from their childhood, as well as the not so recent past. In all, the night was almost perfect, except for the fact that Blair and Chuck needed to maintain their distance from each other which was becoming increasingly difficult to do as they became more and more tipsy. It appeared that luck was on their side, because it wasn't long before Serena passed out in her lounge chair and Nate decided to be a gentleman and carry her to her bed. That left Chuck and Blair alone.
"This reminds me of our wedding and the day after on that boat," Blair said softly staring out at the ocean as she felt Chuck wrap his arms around her waist from behind.
"Like I could ever forget that day. It was probably the best day of my life Mrs. Bass," and he peppered her neck and jaw with tiny kisses. "Urgh, this week is going to be torture. Being this close to you, but not being able to really be with you, if you know what I mean? Tell me again why we decided to go on this trip with our best friends?"
"Because Nate was nice enough to arrange this for all of us," and she turned around, looping her arms around Chuck's neck. "And don't think that this isn't tough on me as well. I miss being with my husband," pouted Blair. Then she kissed him because she couldn't stop herself any longer.
"Well, Mrs. Bass, we are going to have to figure something out, because I am not going to make it a whole week." He continued to shower Blair's neck with open-mouthed kisses.
"I know and we will. But for now, I should go to bed before Nate comes back and catches us."
"Not so fast," Chuck said and he grabbed her hand. "I need a good night kiss first." Blair once again threw her arms around Chuck while he pulled her closer. They continued kissing until they heard Nate yell Chuck's name. Quickly, they broke apart before Nate came out onto the deck.
"I think I'm going to turn in for the night."
"Okay, good night Blair," replied Nate.
"Yeah, sleep tight B. See you in the morning," countered Chuck.
Tuesday
The next morning, all four members of the non-judging breakfast club were a bit slow to rise, maybe because they had nowhere to be or maybe because of the lingering effects of last night's alcohol consumption. Needless to say, Chuck was the first to wake (probably because of his high tolerance), so he drank his espresso while he lounged on the deck taking in the view. It was not too long before both Blair and Nate joined him, and the three of them ate in pleasant silence, the only noise being the sounds of the waves breaking against the sand. Almost an hour later, Serena made her grand entrance. She had showered and dressed, but she still showed signs of the previous night's activities. Never one to be quiet, Serena's chatter disrupted the peaceful tranquility the other three were enjoying. She decided that she and Blair were going shopping today and that night all of them were going out to dinner and then to a club. No one else had a choice in the matter, not that anyone objected to Serena's plan either.
Nate and Chuck opted to stay behind at the estate and simply relax at the beach. Chuck really needed a couple of days to decompress and Nate just wanted to hang out with his best friend. Ever since Chuck had moved out of the penthouse, the two of them didn't spend much time together, which is one reason Nate was so excited about this trip. It wasn't long before Nate busted out a joint which the two old friends passed between themselves, letting the desired effects take hold, just like old times. The two best friends wasted the day away doing absolutely nothing except catching up and taking it easy.
Meanwhile, the girls were out and about, hitting the shops. Serena had decided that Blair needed the perfect dress for their night out. "Come on Blair, we're on vacation. Let loose for one night," begged Serena. "Here, try these dresses on," and Serena handed Blair three different dresses, all of which would reveal more skin that Blair felt comfortable with.
"S, I don't think these are quite my style," said Blair as she raised a brow in Serena's direction.
"Nonsense B. You'll look great in any of them and I'm sure that most of the guys in St. Bart's will agree with me."
"Serena," Blair replied. "I am not looking to attract the attention of any guys while we are here."
"Live a little Blair," bantered Serena as she rolled her eyes. "Besides, you're on vacation. What harm is there in having a bit of fun?"
"I'm all for having fun Serena, I just don't need a guy to do it," retorted Blair.
"Okay, fine. You don't need to hook up with anyone while we are here. But you should still try on these dresses," and she pushed Blair into the dressing room.
XOXO
Chuck and Nate were patiently waiting for Blair and Serena so that they could go out to dinner. Serena was the first to emerge, looking very much like Serena with her hair flowing and a skimpy little orange dress that left little to the imagination. Chuck could care less what Serena was wearing because he only had eyes for one person, and besides, Serena was his sister. Nate, however, certainly noticed what Serena looked like which was evident by the expression on his face.
That lasted for only a minute or so, because when Blair finally appeared all three sets of eyes were fixated on her. Chuck was speechless and his jaw fell to the floor, and Nate let out a not so subtle whistle. Serena, for her part, was grinning from ear to ear. Blair was wearing a very short purple bandage dress that also revealed quite a bit of cleavage - definitely more of a Serena look than a Blair look.
When Chuck finally regained the use of his voice he choked out, "What are you wearing?" 1
Shocked and a bit giddy over Chuck's response to her outfit, Blair innocently answered, "A dress."
"Says who?" questioned Chuck, not sure if he felt comfortable with his wife wearing this particular dress out on the town. Inside the confines of their home, it would be an absolutely welcome outfit, although it wouldn't stay on for very long. Here, every pair of male eyes were sure to be staring at her, undressing her, and that made Chuck extremely uneasy. His feelings about Blair's attire were clear as day on his face, and Blair noticed.
"Herve Leger," quipped Blair before she could stop herself. She liked this jealous Chuck.
"Well I think Blair looks amazing!" interjected Serena before the Chuck and Blair standoff escalated. "Now let's go to dinner," and she hustled everyone out the door to the waiting car.
XOXO
A few hours later the happy foursome were now at a club, continuing their evening tradition with more drinks. Serena had run into someone she knew from somewhere and was chatting at the bar, while Nate, Chuck, and Blair were sitting in a booth. The music was loud and hypnotizing, and Blair couldn't help herself from being taken over by the beat. Her shoulders were moving with the music and she closed her eyes to get lost in the feeling. Maybe it was the wine she consumed at dinner or the champagne she had at the club, but Blair couldn't help the thoughts that kept playing in her mind about Chuck and all the things she wanted to do to him. She glanced a peek at him – he was still talking away with Nate - and he looked absolutely delicious doing it. Without thinking, her tongue ran across her lips while taking in the view of him and then she bit her lower lip, a gesture that Chuck caught. His response was to simply smirk at her and then his eyes traveled down her body and back up. Not one to ever let Chuck get the upper hand, Blair extended her leg and let her foot roam up the inside of Chuck's leg.
Overcome with the urge to be close to him, closer than they could be in the booth, Blair said, "Dance with me." It didn't sound like a request because Blair didn't intend for it to be. She then retracted her foot from Chuck's leg and waited.
"I don't think that's such a good idea." Chuck had been watching Blair all night and the site of her swaying to the music with her eyes shut reminded him of the night at Victrola, the night that started everything. He was currently having a difficult enough time restraining himself from jumping across the booth and having his way with her, but he knew if they were dancing together, if his body was molded against hers, that he wouldn't be able to control himself. That is why he couldn't dance with her.
Unsatisfied with Chuck's answer, Blair leaned across the booth, a move that not so subtly revealed her cleavage, and asked in a seductive voice, "Please Chuck." She then leaned back against the booth to see how he would respond.
"Blairrrr," drawled Chuck, dragging out her name. He had to resist her, but he could only do so for a tiny bit longer.
She was getting to him and she knew it. She decided to pull her final trick. "Okay, Bass. If that's how you want it I guess I'll just go and dance by myself. Or better yet, maybe I'll find someone else to dance with me." At this, Blair stood up and walked over to the dancefloor.
Chuck's eyes followed Blair with every step she took. The dress she was wearing showcased her amazing figure and from his current view of her parading across the club, her ass looked utterly fantastic. A decision was made, not that he had much choice in the matter. Nate was just about to resume their conversation, only to be cut off by Chuck. "Excuse me Nathaniel." He then quickly rose from his seat and practically chased after Blair, leaving Nate behind to simply laugh at his friend's behaviour.
On the dancefloor, Blair was rocking her hips to the beat of the music when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She didn't have to turn around to know it was Chuck – she knew him better than he knew himself and she was certain that he wouldn't able to stand the idea of her dancing with another man. For a few minutes, the two of them just danced, enjoying the feeling of being so close to each other. When the song finished, Blair turned around, laced her arms around Chuck's neck and kissed him. Chuck returned the kiss with vigor, happy to have this moment with his wife.
Regretfully, he pulled away a minute later. He cradled her face in his hands and rested his forehead against hers. "Blair, we can't do this here. Anyone could see us."
"Chuck," sighed Blair. "I have a proposition for you."
"What is it Blair?" Chuck asked. He could never deny her anything.
Blair then took Chuck's face in her hands and nudged him so that they were looking into each other's eyes. "Chuck, we're on vacation." She then stole a deep breath before proceeding, "I propose we take a vacation from our secret relationship and just be together. No hiding. Let's just be ourselves for the rest of this week."
"Its not that easy Blair," and he grabbed her hands and held them tightly. "Nate and Serena are here too."
"So what. We'll tell them the truth, that it's just for this week." Blair then tightened her grip on Chuck's hands and looked straight into his eyes. "I just want to be with you Chuck. I love you." She followed this declaration with a sweet, chaste kiss on the lips.
After not even a minute, although it felt like forever, Chuck relented. "Okay. But only if you're sure?"
In response to Chuck's question, Blair's face broke out in a huge smile and she simply nodded, a gesture that convinced Chuck she was sure. He then returned the smile and placed another kiss on her lips. When he pulled away this time he couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face. "Oh, and I love you too Mrs. Bass. Now what do you say to us getting out of this place?"
"I say lead the way." And Chuck took Blair by the hand and led her out of the club, waving to both Serena and Nate as they walked by.
Wednesday
Chuck woke up to the soft sound of Blair's snoring and he couldn't help the smile that overtook his face. He loved mornings like this, waking up with Blair in his arms. It was home. He glanced quickly at the clock and decided it would be best to wake her up now. They had all agreed last night at dinner that today Nate would take them out sailing, and he wanted to leave by 10 o'clock. That would give them a little more than three hours to eat, get showered and dressed, as well as pack things for their excursion. So he gently rolled Blair onto her back, kissed her lips, and whispered, "Good morning Mrs. Bass. It's time for you to wake up."
"No, no, no," pouted Blair. "I just want to stay in bed all day," and she curled her body into his.
"While there is nothing I would enjoy more than spending the day in bed with you," he kissed her forehead, "making love to you," he kissed her nose, "we promised Nate that we would go sailing with him," and he finally kissed her lips again. "Besides, we need to be prepared for the bombardment of questions we are likely to get from our two best friends."
"Urgh, do we really have to go?" whined Blair. "I think we would have a much better time just the two of us," and she placed her leg over Chuck's body and pulled herself up so she was now straddling him.
"Blairrrr," he moaned as she ground her hips into him. He carefully placed his hands on her hips to still her movements. "We promised Nate." But Blair was undeterred, so she removed his hands from her hips, placed them on her breasts, and resumed torturing Chuck with her lower body.
"What was that you saying Chuck? I didn't quite hear you over all the moaning you were doing," and Blair arched her back giving Chuck a perfect view of her body, one that she knew he wouldn't be able to resist.
"You little minx," hissed Chuck. "How about this – we go sailing with Nate today and I promise to make it worth your while later." The last bit came out with a groan as Blair began nibbling on his ear.
"And how exactly are you going to do that?" she whispered into his ear.
"Here, why don't I show you," and he rolled them both over and proceeded to make love to his wife.
XOXO
Blair was looking at her reflection in the mirror, doing the finishing touches to her hair, when Serena came into their shared bathroom. "How are you doing this morning Blair?"
"Oh, I'm fine," she eyed Serena in the mirror. "How about yourself?"
"You're just fine?" probed Serena as she ignored Blair's question. "I wasn't sure because Chuck didn't sleep in his bed last night."
"I don't see what that's got to do with me?" said Blair as she avoided the inevitable conversation she knew Serena was trying to have with her. That didn't last long.
"Well, you two left the club together, and when Nate and I came back last night we noticed that Chuck wasn't in his room. So we checked to see if you were here, and we saw the two of you in your bed. Now, do you have anything you want to tell me?"
"What do you want me to say Serena?" Blair paused. "Do you want me to tell you all the details about the amazing sex we had last night and this morning? Because I can." At this Serena squirmed because this was not a topic she wanted to know anything about. Then Blair continued, "You were the one who was encouraging me to let loose, so I did. Is that a crime?"
"No, of course its not a crime, I just didn't mean for you to hook up with Chuck," exclaimed Serena. More calmly, she carried on, "With you and Chuck, someone is bound to get hurt."
"While I appreciate your concern, I'm fine Serena. I know exactly what I am doing."
"Its not you that I'm worried about," and Serena looked Blair straight in the eyes.
"Huh?" was all Blair could manage and she turned back to the mirror, avoiding Serena's glare.
"Chuck loves you more than anything, and I would hate for him to get his hopes up about the two of you only to see him have his heart broken again."
Blair was touched by the concern Serena had for Chuck. At times like this she really wanted to tell her best friend, her sister-in-law, everything. But she couldn't, so she needed to reassure her that Chuck would be okay. "Serena, you don't need to worry about Chuck. We've talked about this and he's fine with how things are between us at the moment." She then moved so that she was face to face with Serena. "I love him Serena and the last thing I want to do is hurt him," her voice was soft as she spoke. "When the time is right, Chuck and I will be together and it will be forever. We both know this." She then cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, an unmistakable sign that this conversation was over. "As for right now, we're just having a bit of fun while we are on vacation. I'll let you have the bathroom now," and she exited the bathroom leaving Serena behind simply shaking her head.
XOXO
Chuck and Nate were enjoying their breakfast on the patio, when Nate finally gathered up the courage to broach the subject he'd been meaning to all morning. "So, you and Blair again?"
"Excuse me?"
"Listen, I know you two spent the night together. So, does this mean you're back together? Are you ChuckandBlair again?" His voice was actually hopeful as he asked his best friend these questions.
"No," huffed Chuck. "I mean, not really. It's complicated, okay?" hoping this would indicate to Nate that he didn't really want to continue this conversation.
Chuck would have no such luck as Nate continued, "I just hope you know what you're doing. Blair has a way of getting under your skin, if you know what I mean." Chuck had to laugh at this, because she definitely had a way of getting under his skin, as well as under him in so many other ways.
"While I am touched by the sentiment Nathaniel, I know exactly what, and who might I add, I am doing." At this comment, Nate couldn't help but roll his eyes at his best friend. "And I may as well prepare you, last night was just a prelude for the rest of this vacation."
"As long as you're sure you know what you're doing?" relented Nate. He knew there was no point in trying to talk Chuck out of anything when his mind was made up.
"Oh, I absolutely, without a shred of doubt," he reassured Nate, "know exactly what I am doing with Blair." A smirk came across his face as he began to imagine all the things he planned on doing with Blair while they were here. "There is just one rule I would like to apply to the rest of this trip – what happens in St. Bart's stays in St. Bart's. Okay?"
"Sure, whatever you say Chuck," and Nate slapped Chuck on the back and the two best friends laughed while they finished their coffee and juice.
XOXO
Hours later, in the middle of the Caribbean Sea on a sailboat, the members of the Non-judging Breakfast Club were lounging on the deck and snacking on cheese, fruit, and bread. It was a perfect day for sailing, with a clear blue sky surrounding them and only a slight breeze. Not wanting to get a sunburn, Blair placed a bottle of sunscreen into Chuck's hands and lifted her hair from her neck. Chuck got lost for a moment at the site of Blair's neck – the nape of her neck truly was his kryptonite. He quickly shook his head to rid his brain of those thoughts and began applying the lotion all over Blair's body, and he couldn't help it if his hands happened to journey to places they shouldn't.
As soon as Chuck began massaging the backs of her thighs and his hands slowly started creeping further between her legs, Blair let out a loud moan that was meant for Chuck's ears alone but instead was heard by their friends as well.
"Oh My God," squealed Serena, "can't you two keep your hands to yourselves for a few hours? Besides, there are other people here."
"Well, Serena, you are more than welcome to join us," responded Chuck, and he couldn't help the low rumble of laughter that accompanied this statement.
Serena's face turned up at his comment, "Eww, you're disgusting." At this, the other three friends started laughing at Serena's facial expressions. "You know that Nate and I are trapped on this boat with you for at least another couple of hours, so please keep your hands to yourselves."
"Well there is one way to fix the situation, sis," replied Chuck as he rose to a standing position.
"Yeah, and what's that brother dear?"
"You could go for a swim," and before Serena knew what was happening, Chuck picked her up and threw her into the water.
Both Blair and Nate's jaws dropped at this and all they could hear was Serena screaming, "You are going to pay for this Chuck. I swear."
At the sound of her best friend's yells, Blair got up and made her way over to the edge to check on Serena. "Don't worry sis, you won't be alone for long," and then Chuck turned to Nate and nodded. Nate quickly picked Blair up and tossed her into the sea as well.
"This is not funny!" shrieked Blair as she swam over to Serena. "You two better watch yourselves as you sleep tonight!"
"Empty threats don't scare me," Nate chimed in, while he and his best friend chuckled at the site of the two furious girls in the water.
A couple of minutes later, after Nate dropped the ladder off the side of the boat and Chuck grabbed a few floats, both Chuck and Nate joined the two ladies in the water. The four friends laughed, swam, and played in the ocean, as if they didn't have a care in the world.
XOXO
After a long day at sea, the four Upper East Siders decided to stay in for dinner that night as they were all exhausted and didn't feel like going out. Later on, Nate decided that they should all participate in a rum tasting, as flavored rums were all over the islands and he and Chuck had purchased quite a few (coconut, butter, mango, cherry, and banana) the other day. So they brought beach chairs down to the shore and sat next to the water, with their shot glasses in hand sampling the various treats. While they all chatted and laughed, Chuck thought this was the best time to bring up his plans for tomorrow.
"So, tomorrow I need to do a bit of work." At this off-handed comment, the other three friends turned to look at Chuck, Nate and Serena sporting confused looks on their faces while Blair wore a frown. He hated seeing the disappointed look on their faces, especially Blair's, but it was only for half a day he rationalized. "Bass Industries owns a resort and spa on the island, and I need to check it out. I was thinking that you guys could come and treat yourself to an afternoon at the spa." He hoped this last part would help to appease his friends.
Both Blair and Serena jumped at the chance to spend some time in the spa, they were already planning on massages, mani/pedis, as well as facials. Nate, on the other hand, was not very happy about this development. "That's great for the girls Chuck, but what do you expect me to do while you're at work and they are off at the spa?"
"I figured that you would join them?" Chuck replied non-chalantly.
"Um, I don't think so. I'm not going to spend my afternoon at the spa. I don't know who you think I am, but my balls are still firmly attached to my body," defended Nate.
"Oh, come on Nate. I get regular massages and pedicures, and I have been known to spend time at the spa. It doesn't make me any less of a man," countered Chuck.
"Yes," Blair, who was now feeling the effects of the rum in her system, interrupted, "I can attest that Chuck is very much a man! And his balls are definitely still there, right next to his you-know-what." At this, she fell into a fit of giggles and decided that Chuck's lap looked far more comfortable than the chair she was sitting in.
Chuck quickly enveloped her in his arms and kissed her cheek. It was the most natural reaction in the world for Chuck, something that both Serena and Nate noticed. As if it was no big deal Chuck continued, "You should give it a try man. Especially after all the sailing today, your muscles will be begging for a massage."
Finally, Serena piped in. "Do it Natie!" The nicknames came out when Serena exceeded her limit. "It will be so much fun – you, me and Blair together."
"Oh, yes Nate. You've got to come with us," squealed a drunken Blair as she clapped her hands excitedly.
"Fine," Nate reluctantly agreed. Then with a firm voice he said, "But I am not getting anything waxed and you are not allowed to tell anyone about this. Remember the rule Chuck, what happens in St. Bart's, stays in St. Bart's."
A little while later, Nate came to a realization. "You know what. So far we've had one day where we did what Serena wanted, today we did what I wanted, and tomorrow we're doing what Chuck wants to do."
"Hey," interrupted Chuck, "I don't want to work. I have to. That's different."
"Well, it still counts. Anyways, this means that Blair gets to decide what we get to do on one of our remaining days on the island."
At hearing her name, Blair quickly spun her head in the direction of Nate's voice, which probably wasn't the wisest thing to do as she became dizzy and felt herself almost get sick. Luckily Chuck was there to calm her by rubbing her back, and to hold her hair if things got bad. "What did you say about me Archibald?" she demanded.
"I simply said that you get to choose what we do on one of our last days here. So," he teased, "choose wisely."
"Oh, okay," she said not really caring. "I guess I can think of something." Blair then burrowed her head into Chuck's shoulder and whispered to him, "I don't feel so good Chuck."
Chuck responded with a small chuckle, rubbed her back, and softly said, "How about we get you to bed?" In response, Blair just nodded but instantly regretted it as everything started spinning. Noticing that Blair was not doing to well, Chuck picked her up, excused both Blair and himself to the others, and carried her to bed.
Once she was in her bed, Chuck carefully removed her clothes and gently put one of her nighties on her. He then stripped down to his boxers and joined her in the bed. Blair instantly curled into him, "Thanks Bass, I love you." And before he could even turn out the light, she was asleep.
"I love you too, Bass," he sighed as he kissed her head and wrapped his arms around her.
Thursday
The next morning was a painful one for each of the four members of the Non-judging Breakfast Club. While Blair was certain she was going to be sick, it was actually Serena who ended up worshipping the porcelain goddess. Chuck and Nate fared much better, but no one had much of an appetite that morning. It wasn't until mid-morning before anyone even ventured out onto the patio. Nate and Chuck were brave enough to have some coffee and a bit of food. Blair took her seat but she kept her sunglasses on because she claimed they were helping with her headache and she was adamant that it had nothing to do with the dark circles under her eyes. Chuck insisted that she at least drink some water and tried to get her to eat some bread, assuring her that it would help. After explaining that he has dealt with his fair-share of hangovers, he finally convinced Blair to eat something and she was surprised that it stayed in her system. When Serena ultimately made her way outside, the others were not surprised at all to see her still dragging her feet and her appearance mimicked how she felt – like shit. Not that Serena could ever really look bad, but she didn't look like her normal, glowing self. Once she sat down, she proclaimed, "I am never drinking rum again!" and while the other three laughed, they all agreed with her declaration.
A few hours later their car pulled up at the Bass Ind. owned resort/spa and both Blair and Serena were looking forward to a relaxing afternoon of pampering. Nate was still groaning about participating in what he felt was a very feminine activity, and all Chuck could do was roll his eyes at his friend because he knew that he would change his tune very soon. Chuck brought them to the spa, introduced them, and told the staff to make sure they were taken care of. After that, he bid them all adieu as he went about meeting the rest of the staff and spending a couple of hours with the current manager.
When Chuck finally finished his work, he met his three friends lounging outside at the hotel pool sipping some fruity concoctions with tiny little umbrellas. They all looked refreshed after their time in the spa, even Nate, so Chuck couldn't help but tease him about it. "Nathaniel, I see you didn't suddenly develop breasts. In fact, you still look quite masculine to me."
"Chuck, you were absolutely right," he conceded. "A day at the spa does not make me less of a man. In fact, its quite nice having a hot chick rub oil all over my body." While the girls couldn't help but roll their eyes at his use of the word chick, his comment did garner laughs from everyone.
"So, what does everyone want to do now?" questioned Chuck. They all just shrugged their shoulders, not really wanting to do much, so they agreed to hang out at the pool for a bit longer.
XOXO
That evening, the four friends opted for take-out again and a night of watching movies or playing games. They feasted on delicacies such as lobster ravioli and seared scallops, and they shared a couple of bottles of a really good dry white wine – a nice contrast to the previous evening's rum experiment. When dinner was done, everyone was more than willing to settle in for a movie. Chuck reclined in one of the sofas and Blair nestled herself between his legs, leaning against his chest. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her just above her ear, while her hands found their way to his.
As Nate handed Chuck a glass of scotch, he couldn't help but comment on their picture of domestic bliss. "You two look like an old married couple."
"Excuse me, Archibald," scoffed Blair, obviously offended by Nate's statement. "Take that back this instant. I am insulted that you would insinuate that either Chuck or I is old. Seriously!"
"Yes, Nathaniel, we are anything but old," chimed Chuck as he turned Blair's face to his own and proceeded to make out with her like two teenagers in front of their two friends.
"Get a room," joked Nate. Still, he couldn't help but notice that they were both appalled about being referred to as old and that neither one of them seemed the tiniest bit upset that he compared them to a married couple. That thought made him chuckle. The sound of Serena's voice brought him back to the present.
"Come on you guys, stop it," protested Serena, playfully covering her eyes. "You're making my eyes bleed. Now let's watch the movie." Serena produced a DVD from behind her back and waved in front of everyone.
"OK, fine, we'll stop," conceded Blair. She then perked up, "Now what film are we watching?"
"The Social Network."
"Really sis, you couldn't pick a better movie to watch?" complained Chuck. "We already know the story, we read it in the papers as it was happening. Besides, while I respect Zuckerberg for his success, the guy is an arrogant prick. And don't even get me started on the Winklevoss twins."
"I can't stand those two," Nate contributed. "I remember when I was younger, the Captain and I would see them at the yacht club in the Hamptons. They thought they were so great because they were going to compete in the Olympics. Too bad they didn't even medal," he chuckled.
"Please, can we watch it?" begged Serena. "It's got Andrew Garfield in it and I hear that he's that going to play the next Spiderman – you guys know how I love my superheroes."
"Yes, we know Serena," drawled Blair. "You keep talking about the Spiderman musical and more recently about the Green Lantern movie that coming out, although I think you are more excited about Ryan Reynolds than the actual movie."
"What can I say, he's hot," shrugged Serena. She then proposed, "How about this – we watch 'The Social Network' first and then we can watch 'Inception'? What do you think?"
The other three replied at the same exact time with "Fine," "Sure," and "Great," and they settled in to watch the movie.
About 30 minutes into the movie, Blair jumped up and yelled, "Pause the movie!" At her outburst, three heads whipped around to see what the hell Blair was talking about. "I've been trying to figure out why the Winklevoss twins look so familiar, and now I've got it. They look exactly like that con artist, ex-boyfriend of yours Serena – you know 'North Caroliar'."
Chuck couldn't hold back his laughter. "You mean the guy she 'married', right?"
"Oh. My. God," gasped Serena. "You're right, they do look so much like Gabriel."
Nate, always a bit slow on the uptake, finally piped in, "Married?"
Blair and Chuck both started laughing at Nate's question, and when Serena attempted to give them an evil stare they just started laughing more.
"Urgh, I can't believe you told him about that Blair," whined Serena. "That was a secret."
"Oh, Serena, you know I tell Chuck everything."
"Still, you were supposed to keep that to yourself," pouted Serena.
"Listen, sis. I never told a soul, so don't worry about it."
"Is someone going to tell me what the hell you are all talking about?" demanded Nate. Serena finally relented and explained what happened to Nate and after that the foursome resumed their movie night.
Later that evening, after the movies were done, Blair got up, took Chuck by the hand, and led him to her room, both of them saying good night to their friends on the way. Once out of sight, Serena simply shook her head while Nate just shrugged his shoulders. Then Serena voiced what they were both thinking, "I just don't understand why they insist on being apart. They're perfect together."
"Yeah," Nate agreed. "Not only should those two be together, but those two need to be together. But what can you do? They're Chuck and Blair – no one can tell them what to do."
"Believe me, I know." And with that they said their goodnights and went to their separate rooms.
Friday
At six o'clock AM, the alarm on Chuck's phone started going off. Blair immediately sat up, ripped off her sleepmask, and cursed the man sleeping beside her, "What the hell, Chuck! Why did you set your alarm for," and she squinted to make out the time on the clock, "6 AM?"
Chuck yawned and stretched his arms above his head. With a tired voice he answered, "Because Mrs. Bass, I am whisking you away for the day – just you and me alone for the entire day." As he pulled himself into a sitting position, he reached for Blair and pulled her into a kiss. "Now, we have a car picking us up in about 30 minutes. You don't need to worry about bringing anything."
"But we're supposed to be going snorkeling with Serena and Nate today."
"Are you telling me that you would rather go snorkeling with the two blondes instead of spending the whole day with your adoring and incredibly sexy husband?" Chuck playfully sulked.
"Of course not," and she couldn't help herself from kissing him at that moment, his bedhead hair was just too cute. "I just feel bad."
"Don't. We'll leave them a note and tell them that we will all go snorkeling tomorrow," reasoned Chuck. "Besides, I have a strange feeling that they will understand our desire to have a day to ourselves."
"Yeah, Serena will probably be happy that her eyes get a rest from seeing us together," giggled Blair. "Are you at least going to tell me what we are doing?"
"Nope," and Chuck made a clicking noise with his tongue. "So you may as well start getting ready."
"Fine," sighed Blair begrudgingly, but a smile quickly took over her face. The two of them then got out of bed and got ready as swiftly as possible.
XOXO
An hour later, Blair reclined on the bed as Chuck closed the door of a suite at the Bass Ind. owned resort. She gracefully kicked off her shoes, as she retreated further on the bed. "So, are we spending the entire day alone in this room?" asked Blair seductively.
"No," answered Chuck as he slowly stalked across the room to the bed Blair was now lying on. Unbuttoning his shirt as he walked, Chuck continued, "but I figured there is nothing wrong with having breakfast in bed. And I know exactly what I am in the mood for." Chuck then discarded his shirt and climbed on top of Blair. His lips made their way up her body, planting kisses along the way, until he reached her ear into which he whispered, "Now is there anything in this suite that you find particularly appetizing this morning Mrs. Bass?" Blair's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him attack her body with his mouth and she once again lost herself in everything Chuck.
After thoroughly exhausting themselves, both Chuck and Blair decided they needed to eat something to help them regain their energy. A spread of wonderfully delicious breakfast treats was brought to the room, including éclairs for Chuck and a chocolate croissant for Blair. Once they had their fill, Chuck informed Blair that they would be leaving soon for the rest of the day.
As Chuck and Blair made their way to the water, Blair got very excited when she eyed the yacht at the end of the dock, thinking that Chuck was going to recreate their wedding. So she was disappointed when Chuck steered her into a waiting speedboat. "Not exactly what I was expecting Bass. You know the wind is going to do a number on my hair," griped Blair.
"Blair," sighed Chuck. "I don't give a shit how your hair looks. Just sit back and enjoy the ride." The boat edged away from the dock and once it hit the open water, it started to pick up speed. Chuck leaned back and put his arm around Blair, while she rested her head in the crook of his neck. They sat back and chatted as they took in the beautiful scenery around them. Every once in a while a gust of water would spray them, and they couldn't help but squeal with laughter when it happened. Blair had long abandoned any worries about her hair because she realized it didn't matter. Chuck loved her no matter what and she felt exactly the same about him. They were happy together.
Roughly 45 minutes later, the boat began to slow down. Blair looked around confused, because she couldn't understand what was happening. Eventually, the boat pulled up as close as it could to a small, deserted island. The driver of the boat jumped out and pulled the boat closer to the beach. He then retrieved a few items from the boat, one of which Blair noticed was a picnic basket. Following his lead, Chuck took off his shoes and hopped into the shallow water. Even though the water didn't quite reach his knees, he offered his arms to Blair so she wouldn't have to get wet. Carrying her bridal style, Chuck brought Blair to the secluded beach. Once he set her down, Blair looked around in awe when she realized all that Chuck had planned; a picnic lunch for the just the two of them, with no one around to disturb them for the entire afternoon. It was perfect.
"We've got all afternoon to ourselves here. The boat will be back around 5 PM, so we can do absolutely anything we want until then Mrs. Bass."
"Chuck, I can't believe you did all this. It's," Blair stuttered, she was at a loss for words, "it's one of the most romantic things you've ever done for me. Just, wow," she gushed.
"Come," and he grabbed her hand. "Let's sit down, relax, and have a drink."
Chuck and Blair made their way to the blanket that was spread out for them and each enjoyed a glass of sparkling water. They lounged on the beach for a little while, kissing and groping, but at times just talking. Blair shared her excitement about Sotheby's while Chuck shared his nerves about Bass Industries. They talked about their hopes and dreams and their plans for their new home. These types of moments were so rare for the two of them and they knew once the semester started they would be even harder to come by, so they were savoring the opportunity to just sit back and enjoy each other's company. They lunched on strawberries and champagne, luxurious food like caviar and foie gras, simple treats like cheese and bread, and of course macarons. But they didn't spend the entire time on the beach, they also frolicked in the water, splashing around and dunking each other. Chuck dared Blair to go topless and she responded by stripping naked. They made love on the beach as well as in the ocean. If anyone from home had seen them, they would never have recognized Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf-Bass, but none of that mattered to them. They were simply ChuckandBlair, BlairandChuck, and that's all they needed.
XOXO
When Chuck and Blair returned to the Vanderbilt estate it was close to 8 PM. They had stopped by their suite to shower first, to wash the salt water and sand from their bodies. Upon entering the house, Blair noticed it was extremely quiet so she yelled out, "Serena? Nate? Is anyone home?" No response.
"Blair," Chuck called out from the back deck. "Come here."
"What is," Blair stopped mid-sentence, at a loss for words. The patio was lit by close to a hundred tealight candles, there were various types of flowers native to the Caribbean surrounding the table, and a bottle of champagne chilling with two flutes next to it. Finally she murmured, "What is all this?"
"Here, read this," and Chuck handed Blair the note that was on the table.
C & B -
We're going out for dinner and drinks, so the house is yours for a few hours. There is salad and bisque to eat if you're hungry.
Enjoy yourselves.
N & S
PS – We ARE going snorkeling tomorrow, no backing out on us again!
Blair dabbed the corners of her eyes to keep the tears from falling and again took in the beautiful setting their best friends had arranged for them. With her voice trembling, she said, "This is so sweet of them. I don't know how to ever thank them for this."
"Well," Chuck cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips, "we can do as they asked, and have a wonderful night. Why don't you sit down and pour us some champagne while I get the food."
They sipped champagne, feasted on salad and lobster bisque for dinner, and indulged on coconut cake with mango ice cream for dessert. Afterwards, they retreated to Blair's room for the night and second desserts. Some time later, they were woken up by the sound of their drunken best friends as they stumbled into the house and their rooms. Chuck and Blair shared a laugh at their friends' expenses and easily fell back to sleep in each other's arms.
Saturday
Chuck woke up earlier than usual and couldn't fall back asleep. Beside him, Blair was still sleeping peacefully and he didn't want to disturb her, but he was restless. All of sudden, an idea popped into his head so he quietly got out of bed to make the arrangements. When everything was confirmed, he knocked on Nate's door and moved inside his room to see if he could rouse his best friend.
"Nathaniel," he called out. When he heard nothing in reply he gently shook his friend and repeated his name.
Nate woke with a start, "Huh?" clearly still in a daze. He sat up and looked around the room for a second before asking while rubbing his eyes, "Chuck, what's up? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything is fine. I was just wondering if you were up for a round of golf this morning. I pulled some strings and got us a 7 AM tee time if you're interested."
Nate perked up at the idea. "Absolutely. We haven't golfed in a while. Whaaa," his words were interrupted by a yawn, "Ugh, sorry about that. What time is it now?"
"It's just about six o'clock, plenty of time for us to get ready and to the course before tee time."
"Great," and Nate was already out of bed, "I'll be ready to go by 6:45."
Chuck left his friend's room and to prepare for the day. He was really excited to hang out with his best friend for the morning. While he loved every second he got to be with Blair, he hadn't spent much time with just Nate on this trip and he thought it would be fun for the two of them to have some guy time. Before leaving, Chuck popped back into Blair's room to tell her where he was going. She sleepily told him to have fun and reminded him that they were all supposed to go snorkeling that afternoon. With that, he kissed her cheek and set off with Nate for a round of 18 holes.
XOXO
Blair and Serena had taken advantage of the boys absence to work on their tans that morning, flip through the latest fashion magazines, and simply chat, just like they had so many times over the all their summers in the Hamptons. During their morning together, Serena attempted on numerous occasions to get Blair to discuss the situation between her and Chuck, while on the links, Nate had tried a couple of times to ask Chuck what was going on with Blair. Both Serena and Nate were shot down repeatedly, with Blair insisting that things were better this way and Chuck revealing that when the time is right they'll be together. Serena and Nate protested of course and told each of them that it was obvious they should be together, a statement that neither Blair nor Chuck denied. But in the end, Blair and Chuck refused to discuss it anymore and changed the subject.
The guys returned to the house around 11 AM and found the girls lounging in their bikinis at the beach. After taking a quick dip in the water, the four of them decided they would all go out to a local café for lunch before going snorkeling.
The plan was for everyone to go snorkeling – it was Blair's idea, her choice for a NJBC outing. Blair had never been before, and she wasn't even sure if she wanted to go, but she thought it seemed like something people did when they visited the Caribbean. Turns out, both Nate and Serena loved snorkeling and thought it was a great idea. Chuck had been previously and didn't hate it, so he also agreed to go. Thus, Blair purchased snorkeling gear for all of them because she refused to rent equipment that had previously been used by unknown individuals. After lunch, they drove to a lagoon a short distance from Nate's family's house, a spot that is popular for its underwater life. Once everyone figured out how to put everything on, they set out to see the 'sites'. It took Blair a little time to get the hang of it, but it wasn't long before she was snorkeling like a veteraned pro. Blair, Chuck, Nate, and Serena were having a blast as they kept pointing out things they saw to each other. Nate actually had an underwater camera, so he snapped lots of pictures of the gang both in and out of the water. By the end, they had had so much fun that they decided they would definitely have to do this again.
That evening Chuck, Blair, Nate, and Serena elected to go out to dinner for their last night on the island. Sure, St. Bart's was renowned for its French cuisine, but after seeing all the fish swimming around that afternoon they were all suddenly in the mood for sushi. When dinner was done, they decided against going out to a bar or a club which would have been crowded and loud, but instead chose to head back to the house where the four of them could just relax and hang out. They talked about college, the upcoming semester, and their internships. After a while, Nate offered up a bit of poker, to which Chuck asked, "Strip poker?" while both girls simultaneously declared, "No strip poker!" They played for chips but, more importantly, for bragging rights. Nate proved to have a horrible poker face, and even though Blair wasn't actually great with cards her poker face could not be cracked. Before they turned in for the evening, Blair suggested a walk on the beach, to which they all agreed. It was a beautiful night, the sky was clear and there was a bit of a breeze in the air. At times the tide would touch their bare feet and at times they chose to wade in the water. It was a night the four best friends would never forget.
Sunday
Everyone was slow to rise on their final morning in St. Bart's. Like every other morning besides the first one, Chuck was sleeping in Blair's bed. They were so exhausted the previous evening that they had fallen asleep without making love and that was unacceptable in Blair's opinion. She was trying to decide on the best way possible to wake him, when she felt his hand creep between her legs and begin to tease her. She pretended to still be asleep (although he knew she was awake based on her breathing) and tried not to respond to his actions, but it was useless because her body couldn't help its reaction. Soon enough, her panties were soaked but she was determined to continue toying with him so she kept her eyes shut and pretended to ignore him. Chuck knew what Blair was doing and couldn't help but watch her as he continued tempting her with his fingers. She thought she was being so still, but her facial expressions were not and Chuck picked up on this. He could see that she was starting to break, and noticed that she bit her lip to keep her moans from escaping. Chuck then whispered seductively in her ear, "I think its time for me to wake you up properly Mrs. Bass." The next thing she felt was the bed shift and Chuck had disappeared under the sheets. He ripped her panties off and replaced his fingers with his mouth. Needless to say, both Chuck and Blair made up for anything they may have missed out on the previous evening, and because of that, they were especially late in joining their friends for brunch.
When Chuck and Blair finally emerged from the bathroom dressed for the day – they had decided it would be faster to shower together, and of course it wasn't – they walked into a disaster in the kitchen. Serena said she felt like waffles and insisted that she knew how to make them, but between her and Nate, they had managed to get the batter everywhere and broke the waffle iron. Blair couldn't understand why anyone would choose plain old boring waffles when they could have exquisite French foods like crepes and croissants. So Nate ran to the place around the corner and grabbed exactly that, crepes and croissants, for everyone while Serena stayed behind and attempted to scramble eggs. The four of them sat for one last time on the deck overlooking the ocean while they enjoyed their brunch and sipped mimosas. It was a perfectly simple morning to end a fabulous vacation.
XOXO
This time, Blair sat with Chuck for the flight back to NY. They occupied the loveseat on the side of the plane and Chuck had his arm wrapped around Blair's shoulders. While on the flight to St. Bart's everyone did their own thing, however for the return flight the four friends decided to watch a movie together. It was as if they wanted to prolong the end of the vacation as much as possible. Once the movie finished, they continued to chat among themselves, discussing the start of the semester. Classes were going to begin in just over a week and all four of them would be enrolled at Columbia now. They knew that even though they would all be attending the same college, between their classes and internships, moments like these would be hard to come by. Chuck proposed a monthly dinner at his new place, and while Nate and Serena readily agreed, they were surprised because this was the first they were hearing about Chuck's new digs.
"Wait, you bought a place?" Serena questioned.
"Yeah, why am I just hearing about this now?" interjected Nate, slightly hurt that his best friend hadn't informed him of this huge development in his life.
"Sorry I didn't tell you guys, it happened so recently. Besides, until I move in it doesn't feel real, if you know what I mean," and they all nodded in understanding.
"Well, aren't you going to tell us about it?" asked Nate. Then, to lighten the mood, he joked, "Is there at least a spare room for me to crash in?" This garnered a laugh out of everyone. Chuck went on the detail the penthouse apartment he and Blair had recently purchased, although he left out that last detail. Together, everyone agreed to a monthly dinner but they decided to rotate the location between Chuck's new place, Nate's penthouse at the Empire, Blair and Serena's joint residence, and a restaurant somewhere in Manhattan.
The plane touched down in NY around 5 PM and everyone begrudgingly gathered up their belongings. When Nate and Serena stood up, they turned to Blair and Chuck and waited for them. Chuck then spoke, "Hey guys, would you mind giving us a few minutes alone together? We'll meet you at the limo."
Both Serena and Nate understood and replied with a soft "sure" and "no problem". They picked up their bags and left the plane, leaving Blair and Chuck alone on the plane.
Blair immediately wrapped her arms around Chuck, an act he willingly reciprocated. He felt her body begin to shudder in his arms, and he knew she was crying. After holding each other for a few more minutes, Chuck tucked his fingers under Blair's chin and nudged her to look him in the eyes. "I love you Mrs. Bass," and he followed this statement by a kiss.
Blair couldn't help the tears that fell from her eyes. "I love you too Bass. I just don't want this to end."
"I know what you mean. This past week has been heaven. Who knows, maybe we can take a 'vacation' like this one again sometime?" proposed Chuck with a smile as he wiped her tears away with the pad of this thumb.
Blair knew exactly what he meant. Not just another trip, but another break from keeping their relationship a secret. Being able to just be together, hanging out with their best friends, and not having to worry about being caught was such a nice change. "That would be really nice."
"Come on," Chuck backed away and began rubbing his hands up and down Blair's arms. "We should get going."
"Do we have to?" whined Blair as she ran her hands up and down Chuck's chest.
"Yes, we do," countered Chuck even though he didn't feel it. "Hey, at least this time I didn't have to get you wet to keep our secret safe," he chuckled, trying to ease the situation.
"I still want a new dress," Blair demanded playfully. She was slowly regaining her composure as well as the courage to leave the plane.
"Let's go home Mrs. Bass. Its time to make you into a powerful woman," and with clasped hands they exited the plane to face their reality.
1, This exchange was adapted from the film 'Clueless'. Yes, I realize that is probably dating me, but I don't care. I just love that cute little movie.
A/N: So I just want to thank everyone who took the time to read and review my story – the reviews help keep me going. So thank you to: CBfanhere, amxoxo, 24hrscout, Kels, Temp02, TriGemini, Kirstenroxs22, ellibells, Iz, Yay, olimgossip, TracyGrove, msboskiera, ggreviewer, 88Mary88, Elise, Melcangel, and Dede.
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