To say that the rest of his day went by in a blur would have been a ridiculous understatement. Her scent lingers in his office, or at least that is what he claims is the reason he can't concentrate on anything for longer than seconds at a time. He can only be grateful he didn't have any important meetings or phone calls, with the trip to Beijing having been a success, and that he managed to be out the door at a quarter to six. There was an even match between his secretary and the doorman of his building in who seemed more surprised to see him pass by. In the end he thinks his secretary won.

He is deciding between ordering food from the concierge service or the place down the street, when the elevator announces a guest and she is there. The grin he has barely been able to keep off his face the entire afternoon is back before he can ever think of stopping it.

"You're late," he points out, his wristwatch telling him that it is six o two, as she saunters through the door and put her arms around his neck in a gesture so natural and uninhibited that it sends a wave of fluttering through his gut.

"Good things come to those who wait"

He chuckles and his arms wrap around her instinctively. She rests her head on his shoulder, breathing in deeply and allowing his scent to invade her mind. It has been so long since she saw this version of him, her very own Chuck. Pulling back they share a burning look, a brief touch of lips.

"Hi." She is smiling like a fool, she can tell, but still she can't keep from grinning.

"Hi." He replies, brushing a stray curl out of her face before kissing her again. His lips soon finding hers again, their tongues caught up in a leisurely dance.

"What do you want to do?" He reluctantly breaks off the kiss and turns around in search for his phone, "Are you hungry? We could go out to dinner, or order in."

"Oh, I don't think we will be going anywhere," she muses, untying her light summer coat with a look on her face that surely catches his attention. He knows that face well, and it has the muscles in his stomach tightening in memory. Her coat falls open and he can do nothing but stare at the vision before him.

There is nothing but emerald satin and smooth skin underneath her coat. He must have made some kind of sound, because a smug look flashes in her eyes and she saunters toward him on high heels, her coat ending up in a heap on the floor.

"How about a house tour?" She offers. His hands wrapping almost cautiously around her waist, he knows he's playing with fire. Scorching, pleasurable heat. "I've been here before, but I haven't seen much of the place yet."

"Is there any room in particular that you had in mind?" He replies huskily, his finger trailing her collar bone, pleased as his touch has goose bumps appearing on her silky skin and she shivers in his arms.

"I trust you to be," her breath hitches as his finger travel lower, tracing the cup of her bra, "creative."

"Alright, so now I've seen the hallway again…"She murmurs against his skin later on. "…and the bedroom. I must say Bass, I love what you've done with the place."

She feels more than hears is throaty chuckle from her position splayed out on his chest. The two of them lying in the middle of the dishevelled bed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed your tour." He goes on with her joke, and she is smiling against his skin. She shivers, a little cold now that her heated skin is cooling down. He is quick to pull the covers over the two of them, and she can't help but let out a satisfied sigh and stretch her legs lazily. The movement has her leg rub against his thigh, and she lifts her head to look at him as he shudders, a groan rumbling at the back of his throat.

"I guess I should repay you somehow, for the tour I mean." She moves so that she is straddling him, a smug smile playing on her lips when she can see his eyes begin to cloud over. Knowing the affect she has on him is the greatest power trip she has ever known, and she knows that the desire burning in his eyes are reflected in her own.

"I am sure we can work out some kind of, payment plan."

"We need to get out of this bed." He rolls on to his back, the two of them next to one another on the bed. Moving his head to the side he looks at her, taking in her disheveled appearance and swollen lips. Unable to keep his hands off her, even if for no more than a few seconds, he somehow summons energy enough to roll over so that he is lying on his stomach, and reaches out to brush a curl of brown hair from her face. She lets out a breathy laugh at his gesture, peeking at him from the corner of her eye.

"I feel like I've been electrocuted."

"I can't feel a thing below my neck." He retorts, and he is almost slurring his words but it feels appropriate because he feels drunk, high as a kite, on everything Blair Waldorf. His hand has come to rest just below her collar bone and he has no intention of even trying to lift it.

"Am I wearing you out, Bass?" She winks with a smug look on her face.

"Tsk, tsk, Warldorf." He replies, and slowly turns his head around. With movements slow and shaky like an old man's he reaches out for his wristwatch and checks the time. "I know you like referring to me as 'oh God', but I am only human after all. And right now I'm a man who hasn't eaten in twelve hours."

"What?"

"Surprised? Well, I guess that is understandable given my amazing stamina, but it's true."

She laughs, but her try at swatting his shoulder is cut short and she lets out a groan. The muscles in her arm straining and aching from the attempted, spontaneous gesture. "Alright, maybe we should get something to eat. After I shower."

"Shower?" The dark (and promising) glint in his eyes return.

"What happened to not feeling a thing below your neck, Mister 'I'm only human after all'?"

"Call me Zeus?"

"You're cooking?" Her voice cuts through his thoughts, and he turns in the direction of her voice. She is wearing his shirt; the sleeves rolled up and the hem reaching her mid-thigh, barefoot and her hair is still damp from their shower.

"You sound surprised." An eyebrow raised in challenge as he proceeds with his ministrations. "I'd tell you how I'm a man of many talents, did I not have scars on my back to prove you already knew that."

"What are you making?" She ignores his last words, her hands skimming over the marks that are actually visible on his back and soothing the marks with her lips before leaning over his shoulder to get a better look at what he is doing. A waft of shampoo hits his nostrils. What she finds has her snorting with laughter.

"What?" He frowns for good measure, busy adding some more cheese to the mac n' cheese he's been busy preparing.

"Nothing," she snorts, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Do you have a doctor on speed dial for events like this? You cooking, I mean."

"You wound me. Now pass me the parmesan."

They end up enjoying their somewhat Spartan meal out on the terrace, seated on the striped cushions of one of the sun-loungers. The night sky is clear around them; the sounds of New York barely audible that many stories up. The air is warm, summer just around the corner. They eat their food like starving sailors, swallowing it down with wine - a combination that probably should be appalling, but somehow tastes better than the most expensive three course dinner.

Once the immediate hunger is satisfied, they finish their meals making relaxed small talk, him telling her about the trip to Beijing and her telling him about Princess' antics. But when he offers her a last bite of pasta from his fork, the food is quickly forgotten in favor of other pass-times.

She stirs in his arms, her hand moving across his chest underneath the blanket thrown over them, and he kisses the top of her head. He still feels like he has been mangled by a large truck, but can't (won't ever) stop touching her.

"You'll be the death of me, Waldorf." He groans tiredly when her hand travels south, and she snickers. She interrupts her teasing in order to draw slightly less teasing circles on his chest instead, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Look," she whispers, her hand appearing from underneath the blanket to point at something in the sky. He follows where she is pointing, and sees the crescent moon visible in between some of the buildings.

"So beautiful," she sighs, and looking down at her he couldn't ever not agree. "I can't believe we've wasted so much time," she continues, and this time there is a twinge of sadness in her voice. As if the moon's sorry gloom is spreading to her.

"I think we've done a good job catching up tonight, don't you agree?" He smirks, knowing very well what she is referring to, but something about her turns him into an optimist tonight.

"I do," she agrees, but to his dismay her eyes are suddenly brimming with tears, "but still…"

"Hey," he murmurs, pulling her even closer to him and placing another kiss on top of her curls. "No more tears. I'd do it all over again if I had to."

"Really?" She whispers against his skin. She knows she would too, but she needs to hear him say it one more time, lack of self-esteem still has a sliver of doubt nestled deep within her bones.

"If it'd meant I'd end up here, with you, again. Yes." He says it with such sincerity she couldn't possibly doubt his words, removing any trace of doubt. "I love you."

"I love you too," she murmurs, lifting her head to kiss him to add force to her words. "I don't think I've ever not loved you."

They fall asleep on the sun-loungers. Her head is on his shoulder and her hand on his chest, his heart beating underneath the palm of her hand. His arm is around her, holding her close.

The first dancing rays of sunlight wake them up at dawn, and he carries her inside remembering a day not so long ago when he came to see her in Paris.

Once in the warmth and comfort of his bedroom her lips find his again and desire reignites, glowing instead of burning with scorching heat. She comes, breathing his name, and when he follows her, her hand is on his cheek and her eyes locked on his.

The rest of my life can't compare to this night

and only the heartaches have given me sight.

They bring me to you

They bring me to you

Moon pours through the ceiling tonight,

embraces us tight.

Shows me we're right for each other

And as we lay here and let the world fade away

The sunrise tries to end it while we try to stay

[]

It's all about the first night and last some people say

Well I love you so much more tonight

More than yesterday.

The lyrics in this chapter are Joshua Radin - They bring me to you. I put a link to it on my profile, it's one awesomely great song.

tbc