A/N: Hey everyone... I am SO sorry it's taken me so long to update this story. I've just been very preoccupied with my own life and I haven't really felt the inspiration to write. Thank you for being patient with me, and for continuing to review this story even though it's been forever since I updated. This is the Valentine's Day chapter, FINALLY. I'm not totally crazy about it, but I think it turned out alright. I hope you like it. Please read and review! And again, sorry for the delay.

Chapter 19 - Valentine's Day

"This better not be some kind of kinky joke, Bass," Blair warned. Following their escapades in her room, Chuck had led her to his limo and tied a blindfold around her eyes, explaining that he wanted her to be completely surprised when they arrived at their destination.

Chuck laughed. "Such a dirty mind, Waldorf. As enticing as that sounds, the blindfold is solely for the purpose of preventing you from knowing where we're going. Of course, we can always hang on to it for later if you want."

"I'm sure you would love that," Blair scoffed.

"Almost as much as you would," Chuck breathed into her ear, and Blair couldn't help but shiver slightly.

At that moment, the limo came to a halt outside their destination. "We're here," Chuck announced, grabbing Blair's hand and helping her step out on to the sidewalk. He put a protective arm around her waist to stop her from tripping, and guided her into a building. They ascended five flights of stairs before stopping again. "Okay," Chuck said. He pulled the blindfold off and Blair's mouth fell open in awe.

They were standing in a doorway, looking out on a rooftop lit solely by what looked like hundreds of white candles. There were white and red roses everywhere, neatly arranged in vases or lying strewn across the ground. Music was playing softly in the background. "Happy Valentine's Day," Chuck said softly as Blair stepped out on to the rooftop and spun around once, still completely in shock.

"Are we-?" she began in a choked voice.

"At Victrola, yes," Chuck replied before she could even ask her question. "Where it all started for us."

Blair nodded numbly, a single tear sliding down her cheek. "Thank you," she breathed, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him gently. Chuck let out a mental sigh of relief that Blair was happy.

"Dance with me," he said, taking her hand in his and placing his other hand on the small of her back. Blair rested her head on his shoulder as they swayed slowly to the music, both of them relishing the sheer bliss of that moment. Dancing always seemed to hold special significance for them - it was a way of expressing their affection for each other in the days when neither of them was brave enough to admit how they really felt. Now, it felt as if dancing connected them on an even deeper level than when they had sex. It was so innocent, and yet so incredibly intimate at the same time.

"I love you," Blair murmured.

"I love you too," Chuck whispered into her hair. And then for the next half hour, they didn't speak as they danced around the rooftop.

"Chuck?" Blair said, finally breaking the silence.

"Yes?"

"I don't mean to kill the romantic mood, but when were you planning on taking me back to your suite?"

Chuck smirked. "I take you to a rooftop to dance by candlelight on Valentine's Day and all you can think about is getting me into bed. I knew there was a good reason for us being together."

Blair smirked right back at him. "As if you weren't thinking the exact same thing. I'm actually surprised you lasted this long."

"I could say the same of you. But honestly, Waldorf, you underestimate me."

"Are you trying to tell me you haven't thought of sex once in the past thirty minutes?" Blair asked skeptically.

"Absolutely not," Chuck drawled. "But I am trying to tell you that I was never planning on making it back to my suite. There's a room prepared downstairs for whenever you're ready. Which, predictably, seems to be right now."

"Impressive," Blair said with a smile. "Lead the way, because I'm ready for you to fuck my brains out. And I mean that in the most romantic sense, of course."

"It would be my pleasure," Chuck replied, marveling once again at how unbelievably perfect Blair was for him. He led her down to the fourth floor and into the bedroom that he kept exclusively for his own use. It too was filled with candles and rose petals, but Blair was too distracted by Chuck pushing her up against the door and sliding his tongue into her mouth to take much notice. His hands glided down to her butt and lifted her up as she knotted her fingers in his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist. Their lips remained locked together as he staggered backwards and tossed her down on the bed.

As she lay on the bed before him, cheeks flushed and long brown curls tumbling on to her shoulders, Chuck couldn't help but take a moment to gaze at her in admiration. "You're so fucking sexy," he said, skimming his hands up her thighs and tugging her dress up around her waist. Her panties somehow ended up on the floor seconds later. He spread her legs apart and lowered his head to leave a trail of light kisses across her stomach. His thumbs massaged circles on her inner thighs as he slowly moved his lips closer to her center. When he finally trailed his tongue along her slit, she let out a sharp gasp and her back arched up off the bed. And when he grabbed her butt and dragged her closer to him so as to delve his tongue deep inside of her, she let out a low moan of satisfaction. And when he started rubbing her clit with his thumb, her hips bucked against him and she screamed as her orgasm washed over her.

Blair was still panting when Chuck's lips found hers again in a sweet, passionate kiss. She reached up and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, allowing her fingertips to graze over the skin of his chest. They sat up together so that she could pull his shirt off, and then she obediently lifted her arms over her head as Chuck removed her dress. He lay her back down and began leaving soft kisses all over her forehead, cheeks, neck, collarbone, and shoulders. She finally guided his lips back to hers as she reached down and removed his belt before unbuttoning his pants. Taking his swollen penis in her hand, she stroked him gently for a few seconds before guiding him to her dripping entrance. With a nasty smirk on his face, he teasingly rubbed his tip along her opening, causing her to moan his name and strain her hips up towards him. Fortunately, the feeling of Blair hot and slick against him significantly weakened Chuck's resolve to torture her, and before long he slipped inside of her. Their bodies fell into familiar rhythm once more, Chuck pounding into her and Blair lifting her hips to meet his every thrust.

"Blair - " Chuck gasped out as he felt himself nearing release. "I love you."

"And I love you," Blair breathed, pressing her lips to his just as her body clenched and she climaxed for the second time that night. Chuck followed soon after, emptying himself inside of her with a groan before rolling off of her. He intertwined his fingers with hers and they lay in silence for a few minutes.

"You know, Bass, I still have to give you your Valentine's Day gift," Blair said eventually.

"I was hoping you would say that," Chuck said, kinky fantasies of Blair's gift suddenly filling his head.

Blair smiled and rolled up on to her side to face him. "Luckily, we're in the perfect place for me to give it to you."

"I hope that pun was intended," Chuck said.

"It absolutely was," she replied.

So the next chapter will be Blair giving Chuck his gift... I'll try to get it done quicker than the last one!