A/N: So I just finished What He Can't Have and I would say that meant faster updates for this fic but alas it doesn't because a plot bunny that's been bouncing around in my head for a while has managed to hop right on to the computer screen. So just as I finish one fic, it appears that I'll be starting another. Hope you all enjoy this chapter though.
xoxo
kate
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GOSSIP GIRL
Rated: T mostly for language. The end probably deserves the rating M though because it is rather explicit. Don't say I didn't warn you :)
"Where are you going?" Blair asked lightly chuckling, as Chuck handed her over to her father and slowly backed out the front door. Chuck had said that he was going to give her a present and yet he was disappearing off somewhere.
Harold gave his daughter a hug. "Don't worry you'll see him again soon." He had had a difficult time allowing her to go through with her wedding to Marcus and as of right now he was trying to think of ways to keep her from going back to London. One of his issues had been how young she was. How could his eighteen year old daughter really be ready to be married, have found the right guy? But now he realized that she was ready, she had found the right guy, she had simply married the wrong one. He couldn't believe that he was actually admitting that his little girl was ready to be married but she truly was, if that guy was Chuck. He had been noticing it all day. They sat so closely together and if one shifted even the slightest, the other's body did as well. There hadn't been excessive PDA either. A quick kiss on the check, forehead, or lips and some handholding; but nothing ostentatious. They were in love, something that would be obvious to anyone who so much as saw the way they looked at one another. No wonder Marcus was worried that Blair was meeting Chuck here. "Now, here, take this." Harold said passing Blair a note, just like Chuck had instructed.
Blair smiled as she read the note.
I've made a series of notes to lead you to me.
So start by going to the closet in your bedroom.
You'll find your next note there.
Blair looked at the note curiously before shrugging and walking up the stairs. She hesitantly approached her bedroom, you never know what Chuck might have planned. She opened the door to find everything exactly as she had left it hours before. She walked over to her closest and opened the door, to find a garment bag. The garment bag had a tag attached to its zipper, "OPEN ME :)". So she smiled and did as it said gasping at what she found. Inside the bag she found a stunning green silk dress that looked like it fell close to her knees. It was an Alex and Olivia, she knew the second she saw it. On the hanger was another note.
There are several boxes throughout the dresser to complete the outfit.
Have fun.
Blair rushed over to the dresser and started opening drawers. One had a pair of amazing shimmery tights. She noticed immediately that a garter would be required to keep these up so she laid them on the counter and kept opening drawers. Soon enough she found them all and a collection of items lay on the dresser. Sure enough there was gorgeous lingerie, all La Perla of course, it was almost gold with small black streaks through it; it looked exquisite and as she put it on she was amazed. She didn't think that she had ever worn such luxurious lingerie and she was Blair freaking Waldorf. That thought made her think that perhaps Chuck had had the lingerie commissioned through La Perla. Everything about it was so intricate. She attached the garter straps to the tights and smiled at her reflection before pulling the dress over her head. As she zipped it she couldn't believe how it felt and looked on. She looked like she had just stepped off the runway of a fashion show for Versace. It was incredible and as she said before she was used to wearing beautiful clothes.
In another drawer she had found a headband. She had been immediately surprised by its weight. Why was a headband, so well heavy? Not that it would be too heavy, just that there was actually substance to it surprised her. That's what made her realize that the light gold band was real gold and in that case, the flowers so intricately placed were probably made of real diamonds. Meaning that there was probably only one place it could have come from; Tiffany. She placed it on her head and it felt perfect. The diamonds shimmered in her hair.
Speaking of shimmering, there was also a bracelet among the gifts. As she put it on Blair couldn't help but think it would have matched the Erikson Beamon necklace that Chuck had given her for her seventeenth birthday perfectly. With that thought she felt a pang in her heart that she had broken the necklace in her plot to get Chuck to give up on her. She missed it more than she ever knew she would because that necklace was like a symbol of what they had. As she looked in the mirror this time she wondered if she should put on the necklace Marcus had given her, her neck looked so bare. But instead she took the next note and followed its instructions.
Go to the closet by the door.
She smiled and left her room, descending the staircase in all of her glorious splendor. Harold looked up at her and smiled brightly. His daughter was beautiful and it seemed that she had finally found someone worthy of all that beauty from the way that she was smiling. Right before Blair reached the bottom of the stairs Roland and Roman stepped out of the kitchen. Roman dropped the wine glass he was carrying and Roland's eyes practically popped out of his head. "Miss. Blair I must say, you look fabulous."
Blair blushed deeply. She had never thought that being nice to someone who worked for her would have been repaid with such kindness. But Roland had turned in to much more than an employee of her captors. He took care of her, he was her only friend in London, and most importantly he was now the keeper of her biggest secret. "Thank you." She said sincerely before bending to help pick up the glass from the shattered goblet.
Roman swatted her hands away. "Stop that Blair! Chuck is waiting, go." He said playfully, but Blair stood and did as she was told walking to the coat closet. Inside there was yet another hanging bag, this one containing one of the most magnificent coats that she had ever seen. It was black and to anyone simply looking at it, it might seem plain but that was by no means the case. The fabric felt light in her hands but she could tell that it would have no trouble keeping her warm. There were intricate designs on each of the buttons, barely noticeable to the naked eye and entire inside was lined with red silk. It was simply beautiful. She put it on before reading the next note.
Come outside.
Blair looked over at the three men in the room. "Do any of you know what's going on here?" She asked, giving them the look she gave when she demanded an answer to her question. She didn't do well with surprises, even if they were from Chuck. She simply liked to know how things were going to end before she got involved.
Her question was met by smirking faces and vague answers. "No, of course not." Said her father, while Roman shook his head, "What could we possibly know anything about?" He asked suggestively. Even Roland seemed to be in on it as he simply changed the subject, "I believe that a certain young man is waiting on you dear."
Blair just shook her head smiling. "Whatever your roles are in this grand scheme Chuck's cooked up, thanks."
They nodded at her, smiling as well, as she walked out the front door. The cold wind was biting against her skin. She had almost forgotten what winters in France were like; utterly frigid with a bitter wind. As soon as she recovered from the shock of the cold on her face she realized that she wasn't cold anywhere else. The coat was amazingly warm. Moving past the weather she began to notice things around the porch. The front path was lined with luminaries, burning brightly in the dark night. Blair, careful because of the light snow that powdered the ground after the earlier dusting, followed the path off the porch. She was surprised as she came forward to find a horse drawn carriage waiting for her. A driver was there, helping her up and handing her another note.
There's a warm blanket, bundle up, I don't want you getting sick on me. If you look under the seat, you'll find a thermos of hot chocolate. Go ahead and have some. I'll see you soon.
Blair smiled as she wrapped herself in the blanket and reached under her seat. Sure enough there was a hot thermos exactly where Chuck had said it would be. She poured herself a cup and took a sip, relishing the way that it warmed her as it moved from her mouth down throughout her body; the warmth running through her veins. As the carriage moved, she laid her head back on the old fashioned head rest. This felt like something out of a Jane Austin novel and she honestly couldn't be happier. Blair realized after about ten minutes that she had no idea where they were going; there was no way that they were still on her father's estate. But through the dark, she caught a glimpse of the grape vines. They were traveling out into the vineyard, something that was puzzling to her to say the least. To her knowledge the only thing out here was the large wine cellar that supplemented the one in the house. As though summoning it through her thoughts, the wine cellar appeared in front of her but although the carriage slowed, it didn't stop. That's when she noticed the cottage. She had forgotten it existed since no one ever used it. It was on the edge of the property and Blair had always assumed that her father would use it as a guest house since that seemed to be its previous use. She saw a flash of car lights behind the cabin as a car backed up and hit the main road. Then suddenly Chuck was in front of her. "Merry Christmas, Blair." He said extending a hand to help her down.
Blair took his hand and stepped from the carriage, into his waiting arms. She hugged him tightly, "Merry Christmas, Chuck."
Chuck only held her for a moment this time before taking her by the hand once more and tugging her towards the door. "Come on, let's go in. It's freezing out here."
Blair nodded in affirmation and allowed him to lead her in. The sight that met her eyes, caused tears to suddenly appear in their corners and she swallowed with difficulty, trying to force them down; this wasn't really an appropriate time for tears. The entrance room, which was also the living and dining room, was decorated with candles galore. She allowed Chuck to take her coat as she moved towards a table that he had set with a candle light dinner. She turned back to him, features glowing and eyes sparkling, "This is amazing, Chuck."
Chuck's look was half smile half smirk. "Hold your horses Waldorf, I'm not even done yet." He said pulling back her chair for her.
"You mean there's more." Blair asked awestruck as she let Chuck seat her. "Chuck you didn't have to do all this, I mean I don't exactly have you anything since I didn't know that you were going to be here."
He didn't even flinch, his face didn't fall, his smile staid exactly where it was. He of course hadn't expected anything from her. He had gone out and bought everything that he had given her so far, the minute he got off the plane. One of her remaining presents was something he had been working on for a while, another had practically fallen into his lap, while the other gift had caught even him by surprise. He took his seat across from her. "I didn't expect you to. I've been here longer than you and I knew that you were coming, which is something that you definitely didn't know about me." He gestured towards the food on the table, it was all of her favorites, from broiled scallops, to filet minion, and red skinned potatoes. "Now eat before our food gets cold."
Blair nodded and smiled, as one of her father's butlers came and poured them each a glass of red wine. The talk between them was easy, as though they had never been apart or maybe as though they had been apart for so long that there was so much to say. They covered all the bases, everything that could have never been said in letters. She explained to him how frustrating London was, how the Queen was a constant uphill battle, but Marcus's mother was worse. She did however adore her nieces and nephews and their mother Kate had tried hard to be nice to her. "Kate's my maid-of-honor this time." Blair said neutrally. As for the rest of my bridesmaids, they include Princess Beatrice of York, who I must say isn't very happy with me even though it's not my fault that her dad went off and became Catholic. The Monaco girls Charlotte Casiraghi and her younger half sister Princess Alexandra of Hanover; you know that they are the granddaughters of Grace Kelly. I actually thought that Alexandra was too young to be a bridesmaid but they insisted that if Charlotte was one Alexandra must be as well, or it wouldn't be polite. Similarly, I wanted Princess Madeline of Sweden and once more they told me I had to take all the female siblings regardless of the fact that Princess Victoria is like thirty two and will be Queen one day. And for the seventh and final bridesmaid we went back to the York family for Princess Eugenie of York. Unlike her sister, she has actually been nice to me; after all she is only a few months older than me."
Chuck listened to Blair talk, completely enraptured by what she was saying. Now probably wouldn't be the time to mention his affair with Charlotte Casiraghi two summers ago in Monaco. It was pre-Blair but she didn't need Blair hating one of the only bridesmaids that she actually liked. "Wow." Chuck said as Blair filled him in on all the wedding plans. Soon enough the conversation switched from her to him; about how his life was back home. "Well my grades have gone up. Bart couldn't be happier about that one. For a long time I think that all of the teachers thought that I was cheating because for once I was putting forth effort and doing well."
Blair smiled at Chuck. "I always knew you were the smartest kid at St. Jude's, it's about time everyone else knew too." She couldn't have been prouder of what Chuck was doing with his life. Making good grades, spending time with his family, getting to know Dan and Jenny even better.
"Just about a week ago, we all spent the night at the Humphrey's place instead of going out to celebrate the last day of class. I think Rufus was about to have a panic attack, Chuck said, smiling fondly at the memory. He had told Blair about all of the things that they had been doing together since she had left and he watched her face fall a little.
Blair scoffed. "Sure, you guys get close and do crazy stuff after I'm gone." She said sarcastically.
Chuck didn't laugh at Blair's attempt to lighten the mood. Instead, he reached over and took her hand. "Do you know why we do all this stuff?" He asked softly.
Blair just shook her head. Leave it to Chuck to immediately know that she was jealous of their bonding without her.
He continued, knowing exactly what to say. "You." He said before continuing. "You're the one who brought our crazy group of misfits together and you were always the glue that held us there. Things started falling apart the day you left. We were at each other's throats within days. But then your letter came and I knew that you wouldn't want us to be like that. So Jenny and I started arranging get-togethers with everyone taking turns picking the activity. Now the group couldn't be split up if you tried and that's because of you, so no matter what there will always be a place for you with us."
Blair smiled and squeezed his hand, noticing that he didn't let go. "Oh, look at this, Chuck and Blair holding hands; who would have ever thought that the two of us would be that kind of couple."
"The old us never would have." Chuck said as though it was a simple fact. "We're not those scared insecure kids anymore." As he spoke, he knew those words were true. They were different people than they were back then. This Chuck would never abandon Blair at a helipad, he wouldn't post anything about her on Gossip Girl, and even if he caught her with someone else he would talk to her about it before he reacted. He loved her and he knew that she loved him. What they went through, it built up a certain kind of bond, one that's unbreakable.
Blair knew what he was saying was true, everyone who knew them could tell you that; but there was however an ounce of falsity with the statement. "Chuck, I'm still scared." She said, hating the weakness coating her voice.
Chuck closed his eyes for a moment. It was as though he didn't have a choice, they were so heavy that he couldn't hold them open, couldn't look into Blair's eyes and see the fear that he knew was there. When he opened them once more, he spoke. "I know, I am too. I don't want to lose you Waldorf, not again." He paused and reached under the table. "So I have your first gift." Chuck said pulling up a large jewelry box.
"First?" Blair asked cocking her head slightly. He had already given her so many things tonight.
Chuck smirked. "Well the first of the big three. This is the only one that is really a gift from me to you though."
Blair looked at him curiously as he handed her the jewelry case. It was remarkable similar to the one that he had given her what seemed like five years ago but in reality was just over one. She opened the box and gasped. She reached in and tentatively touched the charms on the necklace; her fingers lightly tracing the heart at the center. Blair looked back up at Chuck as surprised smile forming on her features. "But . . . how . . . this isn't possible." Blair uttered, dumbstruck because truly the necklace she was holding in her hand couldn't exist. It was an exact replica of the one that Chuck had given her on her seventeenth birthday; but that had a special piece by Erickson Beamon. Only one was ever made and she had been the owner until she ripped it off her next at the Gala after party last summer. She looked into Chuck's eyes, her own filled with wonder.
Her reaction was even better than he had hoped. He knew that she would be excited. That necklace was special and she had lost it trying to protect him but her reaction went above and beyond. "I wanted it done before you left, but then you moved the date of the wedding up. I commissioned Erickson Beamon himself to make another one, something he wasn't happy about doing. He claims he never makes two pieces exactly the same. That's why I had him engrave the back of the heart." Chuck explained.
Blair immediately flipped the large center charm to read simply, 'Always have, always will.' It was perfect; something unique to the two of them, just like the necklace itself. "I don't know what to say Chuck. It's beautiful and I couldn't have asked for a more thoughtful gift." She said smiling. That's when she remembered the earrings. She reached up to touch them dangling from her ear. Of course, Chuck had planned that. She smiled again at the realization and lifted her hair; letting Chuck know that she wanted him to put the necklace on her.
Chuck of course complied before helping her to her feet. "Are you ready for present number two?" He asked grinning.
Blair smiled. "Sure." Who knew what Chuck was going to do next.
Suddenly, Chuck threw out his arms as though encompassing the entire house. "This is it."
She looked at him confused. Chuck was never like this. He almost always made sense; even when he was blackout drunk. "I don't think I understand."
"The house Blair." Chuck said gesturing around once more. "Your father has given it to us for the rest of our time here . . . with the exception that we eat at least one meal a day over at the main house."
"Oh. My. God." Blair said quietly at first before squealing. "OH MY GOD!" She ran to Chuck and leapt up; throwing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Luckily Chuck had anticipated her reaction and was braced and ready to grab on to her. Even with the preparation for the jump, he still stumbled back slightly at the force of her leap. She was nowhere near, containing her excitement. "They've given us our own place? I can't believe it."
Chuck couldn't have wiped the smile off his face if he had tried. "Yep, it's all real. The car lights I'm sure that you saw were your dad's as he brought up all of your things from the main house.
A look of understanding crossed Blair's face; that explained quite a bit even though she had basically forgotten about the car lights. At that she smiled and leaned in, kissing him. She still couldn't get enough of kissing him. Quite honestly, she never could get enough of him, even when they hadn't been separated for months. She was being the aggressive one in this kiss, something that was bothering her slightly. She ground her hips slightly and tugged on his lip with her teeth teasingly.
Chuck chuckled into the kiss. Blair was feisty right now; but he couldn't let her get too carried away before the final Christmas present. He squeezed her ass gently before unhooking her legs from his waist and sitting her down.
Blair looked up at him, her expression a mixture of confusion and frustration. She let out a small whimpering sound.
Chuck reached out and brushed his hand along her face, before speaking quietly. "You know I want you too." He took one of her hands and moved it over the bulge in his pants. "See."
Blair smiled in response, of course she knew he wanted her, but the evidence was nice. She still didn't understand why he had stopped her just then. "Then why?"
"Because, I haven't given you your final gift yet." Chuck said, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs.
When they reached the upstairs bedroom, Blair gasped. The bed was covered in rose petals. A bottle of champagne was sitting on a table next to two glasses and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. "It's wonderful Chuck." She said, a smile evident even in her voice.
Chuck outright laughed this time. "Please, tell me that you don't think this is your present?"
Blair turned around frowning, "It's not?"
"No it's not." Chuck said seriously as he got down on one knee in front of her and took her hand.
So we lie here in the dark
All the wrong things on fire
Blair's eyes went wide with surprise. This was the last thing that she expected, he wasn't proposing, was he?
"Blair, I love you." Chuck began, looking so deeply in her eyes that he could see himself reflected back. "You are the only person that I've ever said that to. I've always thought that I would be a bachelor for my entire life. I didn't want to have to deal with being tied down to one woman. No woman was ever worth the promise of fidelity but something's changed and now I can't even imagine being with someone else. On your wedding day, I would have given the world, to change places with Marcus; to be the guy that you said 'I Do' to. I thought that I had lost you and now that I have you back, I can't let you go; not now, not ever. So I am asking you to give me the greatest Christmas present of all and marry me." Chuck finished as he withdrew from his pocket a small blue box, holding it in his other hand for Blair to open.
Blair took the box, slowly pulling the ribbon. She removed the lid and gasped. The ring was absolutely gorgeous. "The Tiffany Novo ring." Blair said softly. She could tell that the ring was a high carrot count and knew that it must have cost a small fortune.
In sickness and in health
To be with you, just to be with you
Chuck nodded. "You deserve one even larger and more expensive but I couldn't imagine you with a ring that wasn't Tiffany."
Blair shook her head. "Chuck, it's perfect; but you know I can't." She looked away. "I'm already married."
Chuck got to his feet and turned her head back to face him, before speaking so close that he only needed to whisper. "I don't care."
His deep voice sent tingles deep down her spine and she listened as he continued.
And in your wedding dress, to have and to hold
Even at my best, I want to let go
"I love you and I don't care who the law says that you are currently married to. That doesn't matter to me. The knowledge that you would have chosen me, that you would have married me is enough. And I know you can't go around showing off the ring on your finger," Chuck pulled a white gold chain from his pocket and dangled it in front of her, "So I got you this, so that you could wear the ring around your neck until a time came when you could put it on your finger for real. So I'm asking you again, Blair Waldorf, will you marry me?"
This time she nodded her head, smiling as happy tears ran down her face.
Chucks face broke into a large smile and he closed the distance between them, kissing her. Breaking the kiss, he took the ring from the box before taking her hand once more; however before he could slide it on her finger, she pulled her hand away. "No, Chuck don't do that." He looked at her, eyes full of hurt and confusion. Hadn't she just said yes? "I can't let you put that ring on my finger because once it goes on, I'm never going to be able to take it off. So when you see that ring on my finger you'll know, okay."
And you hold me in your arms
When all that I can see
Is my future in your hands
Chuck nodded and instead took the chain and slid the ring onto it before walking around behind Blair. She lifted her hair and he drew the chain over her neck. After he fastened the clasp, he kissed her on the neck. The kiss was so soft and gentle, Blair might not have felt it; but in fact it sent shivers through her body. She turned her head slightly so that she could see him. "I love you Chuck Bass."
Chuck smiled slightly, kissing her neck once more. "And I love you, Blair Waldorf."
She turned slowly in his arms until she was facing him, where she placed a kiss directly on his mouth. She started off kissing him softly, running a hand up his arm and wrapping it around his neck until her fingers could tangle themselves in his hair.
And all that I can feel
Is how long ever after is
Chuck returned the kiss with every fiber of his being. He would take Blair Waldorf any way that he could have her but when they were together like this, he felt like they were one person, one complete, whole person and that is the only time he ever truly felt that way. She was his other half, his better half and one day he was going to find a way to make sure that everyone knew that. He kissed her deeply, running a hand around to her back where he proceeded to trace down her spine.
Blair pulled away briefly, looking deeply into his hazel eyes and said words that she hadn't said to him since the night he told her that he loved her. "Make love to me Chuck."
When it's all that I can do
To be with you, just to be with you
Chuck remembered the significance of those words, remembered how vulnerable they had both been the last time she had said them. By way of answer he leaned back in and kissed her. This time his tongue slid out of his mouth and probed into hers. Blair moaned into his mouth and he felt his pants tighten, not that he ever needed assistance in that area around her. He notice as Blair reached up and pulled off her headband, lying carefully on the table beside them without breaking their kiss. |
She continued kissing Chuck as she reached up and undid the clasp on the Erickson Beamon necklace lying it next to the headband on the table. Her earrings were the next to go and then it would have been time to take off the engagement ring but she chose otherwise. Instead she kicked her feet out of her shoes. Now she broke the kiss, taking a step back and giggling, she raised her arms above her hand.
In your wedding dress, to have and to hold
And even at my best, I want to let go
Chuck smirked; he knew just what she wanted him to do. He stepped forward and unzipped her dress before reaching for the hem and pulling it over her head. As he completed the task, he couldn't help but admire his choice of undergarments for the evening. They suited her perfectly, not that it was possible for her to look bad in anything, especially anything this sparse. He looked her up and down with a gaze that could only be described as admiring.
Blair blushed under Chuck's appreciative stare. She took a step forward and slowly unbuttoned each of the buttons on his shirt, kissing his chest at each one she undid.
Thought I lost you
Thought I lost you, I gave you away
Chuck simply stood there smiling as his fiancé took off his shirt. God he loved thinking that word. Once she had finished with his shirt she moved on to his pants which she made quick work of. As she stood back up, both of them now in their underwear, Chuck moved towards the bedside table but Blair reached out and grabbed his arm.
"We don't need protection. I'm on birth control." Blair saw the alarm in Chuck's eyes and sought immediately to amend her statement. "I got a prescription just in case Marcus reverts to his old self. I figure, better safe than sorry." Blair said shrugging and noticing the look on Chuck's face that meant he was about to do something devious.
Thought I lost you
Been jealous of the moon for how it moves the waves
"In that case . . ." Chuck said bending down and scooping her up into his arms. Blair smiled and leaned up to kiss him as he carried her to the bed where he gently laid her down, climbing in on top of her. He held himself above her, balancing on his elbows as he kissed her more. As he moved his kisses from her mouth to her neck, to her breasts, he reached behind and unclasped her bra. He paused for a moment and placed a single kiss on her engagement ring before moving his attention back to her breasts. Chuck, knew all of Blair's weaknesses and had every intent of exploiting them this evening. With that thought he took one of her nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the little nub until it rose to attention. He could feel Blair shudder under him as he moved his hand up to brush her neglected nipple.
Blair moaned, only Chuck really knew how to pleasure her, she thought as she reached down into his boxers with one hand. He shifted slightly to accommodate her as she began menstruations of her own. She slid her hand up and down his shaft until he started groaning.
In your wedding dress, to have and to hold
Even at my best, I want to let go
"Waldorf, if you want me to last more than ten minutes you are going to have to stop that." Chuck said through clenched teeth, knowing that Blair's touch always made his stamina weaker.
Blair giggled but did as he asked. In return he began moving his kisses down her stomach until he reached her garters. He removed them and pulled her stockings down slowly, kissing each piece of newly exposed creamy thigh. He trailed kisses back up her thighs to remove her underwear, the last remaining partition between him and Blair. After removing them, he moved his mouth back up to her mound, finding her clit and flicking his tongue across. He heard Blair gasp and looked up at her from his position. He could tell that she was dangerously close to coming and as he ran his tongue along her slit he was rewarded by her moans.
And I want to be somebody else now
And I want to thicken my skin
And I want to wish it all, just wish it all away again, again, again
"Oh, God, Chuck." She exclaimed as she grabbed onto his head, wrapping her fingers in his hair. She pulled his head back up to her mouth, kissing him deeply before speaking, her voice out of breath from the orgasm she had just experienced. "I need you in me, now!"
Chuck, always a gentleman would never resist the request of his lady and positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly, he submerged himself inside her. She was tighter than he had remembered, not that Blair had ever been loose. He kissed her again, their moans and groans into each other's mouths only making the experience more erotic. As he pushed in to the hilt, Blair wrapped her lithe legs around his torso. He continued slowly moving in and out of her, wanting this moment, this feeling of being with her to last forever.
And I want to be somebody else
And I want to be holding you in
And I want to be missing you, love, missing you, love
Blair gasped as his movements quickened, knowing that he was nearing orgasm and surprisingly enough she was close again herself. As he moved within her, she felt all of the incredible love that she had for him mount. She remembered how amazing the sex had been before they had said their 'I love yous' but now it was even more incredible, now it meant so much, and making love to Chuck was really what the term said. It was as though this was the astounding product of the way they felt about each other. As she felt Chuck reach her special place, somewhere only he seemed to know the location, she began to gasp once more.
He knew he had found what he was looking for when Blair began gasping, so he quickened his pace further, drawing her into him. As he pushed all the way in one more time he felt her fingers claw at his back, before both of them exploded at the same time, releasing all of the passion they were holding inside. As he slid out of her, she moved to curl up against his body and he wrapped his arm tightly around her.
With all that I have left to give, to give, to give
Blair traced the hair along his chest. "I've missed you." She said quietly.
"I've missed you too." He said, placing a loving kiss on top of her curls, knowing that she was already asleep.
A/N: Sorry guys, I know I'm awful for taking so long. I seem to have difficulty writing fluff. Intrigue and angst come a little more naturally so all of this happy stuff tends to give me writers block :( However I hope that you enjoyed.
I put the links to the gifts on my profile because I couldn't begin to do them justice, and the song is Wedding Dress by Matt Nathanson.
Reviews are always appreciated darlings.
xoxo
kate