Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
"Good morning, Sweetheart," Blair's father greeted her when she stumbled into the sunroom around ten.
"Morning, Daddy," she yawned.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked as she kissed his cheek before she took a seat next to him.
"Not really," she responded with a shake of her head, "I got cold in the middle of the night."
"And I suppose you didn't have anyone to warm you," he smirked.
"It sounds weird, doesn't it," she nodded, "We've been together for less than two weeks, but already I'm so used to sleeping next to him that I can't sleep well without him."
"It's not weird," her father assured him, "It's completely natural. I know that when Roman and I are separated for an evening or longer, I don't sleep well."
Chuck and Blair had arrived at her father's vineyard the previous night after spending the day with Nate in Paris. After their initial awkward conversation, all the past pain and anger seemed to melt away, and they had a nice day in Paris together. Nate even treated them to dinner in one of the Eiffel Tower's restaurants, of course he had to fight Chuck for the bill. Like Blair, Nate was floored that Chuck had never been to the tower until earlier that day.
Upon saying their goodbyes to Nate, Blair and Chuck set out for her father's vineyard, surprising both her father and Roman by showing up completely unannounced. Both Roman and her father welcomed them with open arms. Like Nate, her father had been very accepting of Chuck and Blair's announcement that they were a couple.
Like Blair cautioned Chuck, her father did make them sleep in separate bedrooms. Chuck frowned as Roman showed him to his room, which was on the complete other side of their villa and would be nearly impossible to navigate in the dark without knocking over expensive and rare décor items. And he wasn't willing to risk getting on Harold's bad side.
"Is Chuck up yet?" Blair inquired as her father's housekeeper set her breakfast down in front of her.
"He's been up for hours," her father nodded, "Roman is showing him around the vineyard."
Blair's jaw dropped at the revelation that Chuck had been up for hours. "Are you sure we're talking about the same Chuck?" she asked playfully.
"He didn't sleep well either," Harold stated, "He said he heard Roman and I get up and decided it wasn't worth trying to sleep anymore."
"Poor Chuck," she pouted, "Could you reconsider the sleeping arrangements? Chuck still has trust issues and separation anxiety."
Harold didn't respond. He'd already had the discussion with Roman twice since his daughter arrived, once the previous night before they went to bed, and then again that morning. She was still his little girl, and as long as she was under his roof, there would be not male guests in her bed. He didn't care how old fashion or ridiculous Roman told him he was being.
"I'm going to go get dressed and then look for Chuck," she announced as she stood from the table after taking only a few bites of her breakfast. Her father noticeably frowned as she left the room. She was so much like her mother when she didn't get her way. He came to the startling conclusion that there was a man in his daughter's life that was more important to her than he was. Nate had never been that for her. It was heartbreaking and heartwarming all in the same moment.
"Morning Waldorf," Chuck chuckled lightly as she flew into his arms moments after he entered her father's home after a lovely tour of the vineyard. Her flurry had nearly sent him backwards into the glass table in the entryway. Fortunately Roman was behind him and actually braced him for impact.
"I missed you," she stated before she kissed him soundly on the mouth. She didn't care that Roman was right behind Chuck or that her father was in the next room. She needed to feel him, feel the flames that only he could ignite.
"Charles, why don't you go show Blair the newest addition to the vineyard that I showed you this morning," Roman announced loud enough for Harold to hear. Chuck looked at Roman in confusion, not understanding Roman's intentions. "The new storage unit," he whispered softly. Chuck's eyes widened in amusement as he nodded his head and took Blair's hand.
"What is so special about this?" Blair asked as Chuck pulled her into the building Roman had suggested Chuck show her, "This isn't a recent addition. This building has been here since my father has been. All that is in here are cedar barrels full of grape juice that is fermenting."
"Exactly," Chuck responded as he pulled her into his arms, "It's just you and me and a lot of barrels, no overprotective fathers to keep me away from you."
"Chuck," she moaned as he began exploring her neck with his lips before settling on her weak spot that always drew her passionate cry. There were very few other sounds that could turn him on more than that one.
"Not so loud, Waldorf," he chuckled lightly into her soft skin as he hands began roaming her body, "We don't want your father interrupting us now, do we?"
"Definitely not," she responded as she pulled his lips to hers and kissed him hard. She didn't care that her father would figure out what they had been doing by the swollenness of their lips. All she cared about at that moment was that she was with Chuck.
"There was one thing in this building that did catch my attention during my tour," Chuck stated as he pulled away enough to get the words out. Blair was too lost in the sensations to hear him, so he pulled away completely.
"Chuck!" she gasped as she tried to pull him back to her.
"You weren't listening to me," he insisted as he kept back.
"I'll listen to whatever you say as long as you put your arms around me again," she insisted as she reached for his hands.
"I was saying that there was one thing in this building that caught my attention," he laughed softly as his arms went around her waist as he pulled her closer to him, the evidence of his need for her becoming painfully apparent.
"And what was that?" she teased as she ground herself against him seductively which extracted a colorful stream of curse words from his lips.
"Jesus, Blair, don't do that," he groaned as his eyes began to darken as his need for her increased, "I'm close enough to coming undone as it is that it's almost embarrassing for someone with my reputation."
Blair smirked, "And I love your reputation. It makes moments like this all the more enjoyable for me. The womanizing Chuck Bass coming apart with very little effort on my part."
"As I was saying," he coughed to cover up another groan that was threatening to escape. If she really knew how much control she had over him at that moment, it could be dangerous, "My wandering eyes found a very cozy little room that Roman happened to mentioned was used as a bedroom by the previous owner before the main home was built twenty years ago. While doing renovations, your father had it converted into an office that isn't ever used. It has a very plush looking sofa that we should test out."
"I love how your mind works," she responded as he nudged her gently towards the open door of the office, "Always on one thing."
"You," he finished for her, "Always on you."
"I was going to say sex, but your answer is much more romantic," she teased as her arms wrapped around his neck as he lowered her to the sofa.
"It's not sex, Blair," he whispered seductively into her ear as he covered her with his body, "It never has been with you. I've only ever made love to you. To call it anything else would be to cheapen it. Even the first time in the back of my limo, I was repressing my feelings, but we both know it was different than any other encounters I've ever had with the opposite sex."
"For starters, it was more than one night," she teased.
"That was my first clue, yes," he laughed lightly as he began kissing and nibbling a path from her earlobe down to her collarbone, "The fact that one night wasn't nearly enough, and now one more night is never enough. I want you all the time, day and night, wherever and whenever I can have you. If it means sneaking out late at night to this very room so that we can be together I'm willing to do it. I just need to locate a flashlight first. There are too many valuable pieces of art between me and the door."
Blair began shaking with the laughter that overtook her, which sent wonderful ripples of pleasure coursing through his body.
"I need you right now, Waldorf," he growled as he grounded his hips into hers. He cursed inwardly at the realization that they were both still fully clothed. A loud moan escaped her lips as his arousal pressed more firmly against her. The clothes needed to start coming off in a hurry, or he was going to embarrass himself.
"I'm yours, Bass," she whispered as the clothes began landing in random locations throughout the office, "I always will be."
"Promise," he whispered as they joined together. Their eyes locked as their hand entwined just as their bodies had. They both realized in that moment what he was really asking for, a real commitment . . . even possibly a life long commitment.
"I promise," she responded without hesitation. He gave her his devastatingly handsome grin as he proceeded to make love you her. There was something different in the way his hands and lips roamed her body in her father's office. She couldn't explain the subtle difference, but she knew in that moment that she never wanted it to end.
TBC . . .
