Blair stared at him, shocked. She couldn't believe the words that had just come out of his mouth. He loved her. Chuck Bass loved her. Nothing else mattered anymore. All of the pain he had put her through was suddenly a distant memory, because he had finally spoken the words she thought he would never hear him say. Chuck Bass had said "I love you."
He was staring back at her, his heart pounding, waiting to see how she would respond. He was terrified, but also relieved. It had felt better than he ever would have imagined to tell her. And when he had said those three words, he had become more acutely aware of their truth than he ever had been before. He knew he was in love with Blair Waldorf. And now she knew it too.
As they stood there staring at each other, Blair suddenly became very aware of just how close together their bodies were. His face was inches from hers, and his hands were still clamped around her wrists, holding them against the wall. The best thing about it all was that she could tell the thought of sex hadn't even crossed his mind. Yet.
She leaned forward slightly and kissed him gently, and she could feel his body relax at her touch. The feeling of her lips on his told him everything he needed to know. All was forgiven. She was his. And suddenly, Chuck too became aware of the close proximity of their bodies. An electric current seemed to shoot through him, but he hesitated, wondering whether this would be asking too much of her. And then their eyes met again, and he found his answer.
She kissed him again, this time with more force, and he responded eagerly, sliding his tongue into her mouth and crushing his body against hers. He let go of one of her wrists and ran his newly free hand along her thigh, then pulled her leg up to rest on his hip. He moved his other hand up from her wrist and wove his fingers with hers. Blair reached down and tugged his shirt out of his pants, then began to fumble with his belt. "Wait," he breathed into her mouth. "Not here. Not this time."
Blair understood what he meant. They both knew that in the future, an elevator would probably be one of the more boring places they would fuck. But this time was different. This time would be sweet and tender, and they would do it somewhere classier than in an elevator. "Okay," Blair whispered, not removing her lips from his. He let go of her hand, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He slid his hands on to her butt and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist.
Chuck stumbled out of the elevator, still kissing her, and somehow managed to make his way up the stairs and into his bedroom. They fell on to his bed, and Blair's hands once again found the bottom of his shirt. She quickly undid the buttons and yanked it off before pulling her lips away from his to kiss his neck and chest. With satisfaction, she heard a low, contented moan in his throat. She was just about to reach for his belt again when his hand caught hers. She looked up at him with a confused expression on her perfect face. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"You're wearing way too many clothes," Chuck said huskily. Blair smiled, and obligingly lifted her hands up over her head so that he could pull off her shirt. Seconds later, he had her bra off as well, and his hands were caressing her breasts, rubbing gentle circles around her nipples. It was Blair's turn to moan, and she could already feel herself getting wet. Chuck pressed her down on the bed and shifted his mouth to her breasts so that he could attend to her skirt. She lifted her hips eagerly, and he slid the skirt off and tossed it to the floor. "Much better," he whispered, and she bit her lip at the feeling of his warm breath against her skin.
She pushed him off and rolled him on to his back, deciding it was time for her to take control of the situation. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but seemed perfectly happy with the change of position as she placed a hand on his crotch and began to leave a trail of kisses down the center of his chest. When she finally reached the waistband of his pants, she made quick work of his belt and proceeded to unbutton his pants and tug them down. Then, glancing up at him seductively, she straddled him and began to grind her wetness against his boxer-clad erection. Chuck let out a groan. "I don't have the patience right now, Blair," he growled, and he flipped her over on to her back again. As their lips met once more, she helped him pull off his boxers and then began to stroke his shaft. She felt his groan against her mouth, and it made her even wetter. As if he could read her mind, he slid a hand into her panties and yanked them down, growing even harder as he felt how wet she was for him.
He positioned himself at her entrance, and she lifted her hips towards him, desperate to feel him inside of her. Exercising extreme self-restraint, he stopped himself from plunging into her. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he lowered his head to kiss her gently. "I love you, Blair," he said as he pulled away.
"I love you too, Chuck," she breathed, running a hand through his hair. It was the first time she had said it to him directly, and he didn't think he had ever experienced such perfect bliss as he did at that moment. With a thrust, he buried himself deep within her, and she let out a scream of pleasure as he rested his head on her collarbone and groaned. He continued to pound into her as she clenched around him, filling her like no one else could, hitting exactly the right sweet spot. No one else could ever make her feel the way she did when she was with him.
She clawed his back. He sucked her neck. She lifted her hips to meet his every thrust, and they fell into a perfect rhythm. And when her body shook with a mindblowing orgasm just as he exploded inside of her, there was no doubt in either of their minds that their bodies were designed for each other.