Okay I think we all need some cheering up. I don't do NC-17, sorry. But I think my beta and I did ourselves proud with this chapter. I look forward to your replies, which have been falling off as of late. I know you're out there. Reply people.

Chair is endgame

Chapter 28

"I'm really not liking the idea of helping you shop for sex clothes for your physical reunion with Chuck," Serena groaned as she bounced Sabrina in her lap. "It's a little weird."

"Play with your niece, Serena," Blair rolled her eyes as she twisted back and forth considering a silky nightgown. "Is this revealing enough?"

"I don't know why you're stressing. Chuck's going to come in, rip that off you, and it'll be in the corner of the living room, bedroom, or dining room in five seconds."

"Chuck's got a little more finesse than that."

"There's a bit of trivia I could have gone my entire life without learning," Serena groaned as she made faces at Sabrina.

The little girl was still trying to decide if she was horrified or amused.

"Sebastian still asleep," Blair peeked over.

"Out like a light. He is definitely Chuck's kid. Falls asleep after a bottle," Serena smirked as her eyes glanced towards the boy that was sleeping soundly after draining his bottle in record time. His daddy was going to be so proud. "What do you think about Mommy and Daddy having sex tonight, Sabrina?"

The little girl responded with a giggle.

"She's definitely Chuck's kid," Serena added with a giggle of her own.

"Was there ever any doubt?" Blair smirked.

"No," Serena shook her head. "Not after watching you go through labor. You could only scream that loud at something Chuck had done. Then there was the threat of castration if you ever got a hold of him again."

"Which still isn't out of the question," Blair grinned, "But we'll see how tonight goes first."

"Are you excited for tonight?" Serena inquired curiously.

"Nervous is more like it," Blair admitted as she exhaled a shaky breath.

"What would you be nervous about? For you and Chuck, having sex is as regular of an occurrence as breathing is to most people."

"I guess I'm just nervous about whether or not my heart will hold up," she admitted.

"Okay, that's a little too creepy to think about," Serena frowned.

"Also, whether or not he'll still think we're good together."

"That I wouldn't worry about," Serena replied.

"It's been a long time," Blair reminded her. "A lot has changed between us."

"Not the important things," Serena replied. "You two still love each other and want each other more than any two people I have ever known."

"I hope that's still true after tonight," she bit her lip as she looked into the mirror again. "Maybe the buildup will be better than the actual act. I'm afraid he'll be disappointed."

"In what?" Serena asked. "You? B, the guy took your virginity. You've slept with only him and Nate and as far as I remember, Nate was one time."

"You're forgetting Baizen and Lord Marcus, but what's your point, S?"

"If he's disappointed in you, then he's the disappointment. He's taught you everything you know."

"True," she sighed, "But it's been so long. I might have forgotten some of his teachings."

"He loves you, B," Serena reminded her, "That's all that matters here."

"Yeah," Blair nodded as she spun around once more to give Serena another chance to add her opinion. "So, what do you think?"

"I think the red one would work better."

"But the black one hides my surgical scar a bit more," Blair replied.

"Chuck doesn't care about scars. He has one too."

"Which he hasn't fully explained," Blair added.

"He will," Serena said. "Give him time."

"I'm not even sure I need to know anymore," Blair replied. "It's from the past. We just need to put all that behind us and move towards the life he and I are building for ourselves and our adorable children."

"I think you need to know about this," Serena stated.

"I guess I will when it's the right time," Blair said. "What about the purple one? Chuck likes purple."

"That he does," Serena nodded.

-x-x-x-x-

Chuck looked over a spreadsheet as he leaned back in his chair.

"Mr. Bass? A Mr. Archibald is here to see you," his assistant informed him.

"Send him in."

"The Bad Boy Billionaire hard at work behind a desk on something other than his playboy reputation. Seems a little alternate universe to me," Nate chuckled as he strolled into Chuck's office. "Hot assistant, by the way, does Blair know about her?"

"She's gay," Chuck said without missing a beat. "Water?"

"No, thanks. Gay? Seriously?"

"Yes. I've met her girlfriend. She wears a spiked collar."

"Such a waste," Nate shook his head in disappointment, "But I'm sure that puts Blair mind at ease. Still, do you think she'd ever be up for a threesome?"

"Mind out of the gutter, please," Chuck groaned, "This is a respectable place of business."

Nate lifted an eyebrow as if to say, "Yeah right."

"Well it is now," Chuck clarified. "I'm a family man now. Priorities have shifted."

"Right," Nate nodded. "So, you busy tonight? Serena's got some massive test to study for, so I've been banished from the penthouse."

"I have plans," Chuck smiled.

"You and Blair doing something special?"

"You could say that," Chuck's smile widened.

"What else could I say?" Nate inquired as he caught the Cheshire grin on his best friend's face.

"Nothing if you want to keep your pretty mug intact," Chuck said.

"Oh, someone's getting lucky tonight?" Nate translated the dopey grin on Chuck's face.

"I wouldn't classify making love to Blair as getting lucky," Chuck told him.

"Then how would you classify it?" Nate inquired.

"Going to heaven and back," Chuck responded instantaneously.

"Dude, you are so whipped," Nate stated as he added a sound that was suppose to sound like a crack of the whip though he failed miserably.

"I'm a happy man, Nathaniel. You might want to try it sometime."

"I am," Nate said. "Serena is amazing."

"You two finally figuring things out?" Chuck inquired.

"We're finding our way," Nate nodded. "Not nearly as well as you and Blair, but if everyone compared themselves to the two of you, there would be a lot of lonely people in the world."

"Well, Blair and I were lonely for a long time," Chuck said.

"And most of the time was when she and I were together," Nate added.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I know," Nate nodded, "But we were unhappy. There is no point in denying it."

"I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't grateful you were such a lousy boyfriend."

"Thanks a lot, Man," Nate muttered.

"Look, if you hadn't been then Blair and I might still be trying to figure out that we belonged together."

"And Sabrina and Sebastian may not exist," Nate added.

"So you're seeing my point," Chuck replied.

"Yeah, I am," Nate nodded. "You and Blair are lucky to have found each other when you did. It saved her and me a lot of trouble."

"And a lot of heartache," Chuck added, "At least in the long run."

"Did I ever apologize for trying to strangle you?" Nate asked.

"No, but I never really apologized for sleeping with Blair twenty minutes after you two broke up."

"So we call it even?" Nate inquired.

"Completely," Chuck laughed.

"Good. You have time for lunch, or are you going home early?"

"I can make time for lunch," Chuck replied, "It will have to be a short one as I would like to get home early."

"Of course you would," Nate nodded.

-x-x-x-

Blair smiled when she heard the elevator slide open and turned around to greet Chuck.

"Something smells fantastic," Chuck stated as he pulled her into his arms.

"More than me?" she teased.

"I was talking about you," Chuck smiled as he began nibbling at her neck playfully. "But is dinner cooking?"

"I made that spinach pie you like. I hope you're hungry."

"I am, but not for food," Chuck smiled against her skin.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to take tonight slow," she smiled nervously as she played at one of the buttons on his dress shirt.

"I don't mind," Chuck shook his head as he traced a finger along her jaw and to her chin. "We can go as slow as you want."

"I'm a little nervous," she told him softly.

"You have nothing to be nervous about," he tried to reassure her. "We go at your pace. If you feel at all uncomfortable, just tell me and I'll stop."

"That's what I'm afraid of," she frowned.

"I don't understand," he frowned to match hers.

"Serena and I took the children shopping today and then out to lunch. I've been monitoring my heart all day. It's been fluttering in anticipation like it used to when you and I were together. I'm afraid I'm going to overreact, and you'll stop."

"I'm not going to take chances with you and your health, understand," Chuck was suddenly serious. "I am not going to lose you because we can't control ourselves."

Blair framed his face with her hands, "I am completely and totally in love with you, do you know that?"

"I do," he confirmed, "Maybe we need a safe word. If you feel like your heart is on overload, that word could signal me to put on the breaks."

"I'm open for suggestions," she smiled.

"How about 'attack'?" Chuck suggested.

"Funny," Blair frowned at him. "But effective. But doesn't that sort of have a double meaning? I could be asking you to attack me with renewed vigor."

"You'll have to choose," Chuck told her, "What is one word that you wouldn't normally utter in the throes of passion?"

"Stop or Eleanor," she bit her lip to keep herself from laughing.

"Okay, that may be the one thing I never want to hear while we're in bed together."

"That's the idea, isn't it?"

"Good point," Chuck smiled as he kissed her softly on the lips. "But for now, let's have dinner."

"Have a seat," she urged him towards the dining room, "I'll be right there."

"Where are you going?"

"To get dinner," Blair disappeared into the kitchen as Chuck took a seat at the table. Blair came out a few moments later and Chuck's mouth dropped open.

"Oh my God."

"I was getting warm in my dress. I hope you don't mind," she said doing a little twirl making the hem of her nightgown flare a little around her thighs as she carried two plates of food towards the table.

"Why would I mind?" he inquired as she set down his meal in front of him and then sat herself in his lap.

"Oh, I don't know. I just feel a little underdressed considering you're still in a suit."

"We need to rectify that," he smiled as she began peeling his jacket off his shoulders just before he loosened his tie.

Blair smiled as she took a bite of her dinner and then fed him some of his, "So, how was your day, Dear?"

"Mind numbingly dull until I stepped off the elevator a few moments ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Serena and I went shopping. She's still trying to talk - Chuck, stop trying to look down the front of my nightgown."

"Can you blame me?" he smirked as she put her hand over the lace at the top of her nightgown to hide her cleavage.

"Not since the first night you got me into bed."

"I don't recall a bed in the back of the limo," he laughed. "Though you do make an excellent suggestion for future detailing."

"Funny," Blair smiled. "I figured that was a little more romantic than saying 'not since the night you popped my-"

"Much more romantic," Chuck nodded as he cut her off.

"Are you at all hungry for food?" Blair inquired as his distraction became more apparent as his hands roamed her thighs softly, his fingers beginning to creep under the hem of her recently purchased piece of lingerie.

"Late lunch with Nate," Chuck admitted. "So, not so much."

"This can be reheated later," she suggested as she stood from his lap and pulled him to his feet.

Chuck quickly swept her into his arms and whisked them into their bedroom.

"You sure?" he asked again. "We don't have to."

"Oh, I know that. But we are so doing this," Blair smiled as she began to unbutton his dress shirt.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he said as he proceeded to lift her nightgown over her head revealing herself to him. As his finger traced along the scar over her heart, he felt her heart beating begin to quicken. "You still doing okay?"

"Yes," she nodded as he flatted his hand so that he could feel the full effect of what his seduction was doing to her. She tried to cover herself with her arms, having not been so exposed to him since the children were born. She knew she was still carrying some of the baby weight she'd gained during pregnancy, and she didn't want him to see that.

"Don't," he scolded her gently as he held her arms at her side. "You're beautiful, ever inch of you."

"I know I look different than the last time we did this," she frowned as she tried to fight her arms free to cover herself again.

"Blair, you are beautiful," he told her as he angled her chin so he could look into her eyes. "That will never change to me. You are as beautiful to me today as you were that first night in the limo."

"I love you so much," she told him as tears glistened in her eyes.

"I love you more," he told her as he released her arms upon being satisfied that he'd made his point. Her arms immediately wrapped around his neck as she drew him closer to her. As she gained more confidence, he began removing what was left of his clothing as he gradually lowered her to the soft mattress.

"Are we finally going to do this?" she looked deep into his eyes as he lay next to her, both of them on their sides facing each other as he awaited her cue to proceed.

"If you think your heart is going to hold out," he told her as he began tracing her scar once again. "Do we have to exercise the safe word?"

Blair's lips clamped together tightly.

He took that as his cue as he rolled her underneath him and proceeded to make love to her. He was slow and patient, pausing in the moments he thought she needed to catch her breath. There were many thanks to the heavens as they found their bliss together.

"I love you, Blair," he told her as they curled together as they basked in the afterglow just as she drifted off to sleep. She barely managed to mutter, "Love you too."