A/N: Sorry I know it took forever and it isn't very long but I'll make it up to you with the next chapter; I promise

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Rated: T mostly for language. The beginning probably deserves the rating M though because it is rather explicit. Don't say I didn't warn you :)

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Blair giggled as she walked towards the door, walked being merely what she was trying to do as Chuck was down on his knees and had one arm around her waist and the other around her thighs, making every attempt to hold her back. "Chuck, you have to let go."

"No!" Looking and sounding no older than a child of five trying to keep his mom from leaving the house. He clutched Blair's legs tightly and shook his head back and forth.

Blair sighed and stopped trying to walk, realizing that that tactic was pointless. Instead, she reached down to his arms and began to work at detaching him. "I'm serious this time, we are already late." Blair said, trying to do as she said and keep a serious face. It was so difficult with the way that Chuck was acting at the moment. He was never like this, not even with her. She had never seen him so completely free and relaxed before Christmas.

Chuck tightened his grasp before obstinately uttering, "I don't want to." He didn't want to leave the sanctuary of their room, regardless of the fact that they had spent most of the last week there; doing things that Blair's father would likely force them to move back into separate bedrooms if he ever knew.

Chuck's grip was too strong for her, so she knew that the only way out of this was to reason with him. "Come on Chuck, do you want them to make us move back to the main house? We agreed one meal a day and if they were to make us move back, we could hardly carry on with the types of activities that we have been partaking in." Blair said turning her body and shooting Chuck a lascivious gaze that she was certain would make him realize that she was right, and stop acting like a child.

How did she always know what he was thinking? Chuck thought to himself as he considered what she had said. Knowing that she spoke the truth, he nonetheless protested. "But we have to go to that dinner party there tonight, isn't that enough?"

Blair smiled knowingly. And because of this, she knew Chuck, he was worried. She was only going to be here for another five or so days and he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible; but even though she loved him and completely wanted to be with him, she knew that it wasn't fair to her father and Roman to lose herself in Chuck for the entirety of her stay. "Yes, but we promised them one family meal a day and that is a New Year's Eve Party."

Chuck sighed. Blair was right, as he had known from the beginning. He had been trying to convince her to stay in with him simply because he felt as though he was running out of time with her. Soon enough she would be leaving to go back to London, back to Marcus and he was no closer to finding a way out of this mess than he was at the wedding. His best suggestion was still for the two of them to empty their bank accounts and run as far and as fast as possible. He stood up, knowing there was no point in staying on his knees. As he did so, he ran his hands lightly up her sides, managing to lift her dress as he went.

"Chuck . . ." Blair spoke, the warning strong in her voice. If they didn't leave now for the house, they were in grave danger of missing lunch and her father would not be very happy with her if that was the case. So far, she and Chuck had managed to abide by the one meal a day rule but the rest of the time, they had spent sequestered away in their little love nest.

Chuck reached his hand around to the front where he grazed the front of her panties. Regardless of the fact that she was right, he still didn't want to leave. He looked over at the alarm clock. They had twenty minutes. That was plenty of time.

Blair moaned. Oh God, she wasn't going to be able to resist much longer and Chuck knew that a little too well. "No, Chuck, we ca . . .ca . . .can't." She said, her breath catching in her throat, causing her to stutter as Chuck's hand slid beneath the band of her underwear.

Chuck brought his mouth closer to her ear and whispered. "Come on Blair, we have at least a few minutes before we need to leave. You know it's what you want."

Blair could barely keep herself standing as it appeared that her knees had turned to jell-o. "Not enough time." She gasped as she felt on of Chuck's fingers enter her.

Chuck smirked; he knew that he had her. He quickly withdrew his hand before spinning her around in his arms and sliding back to his knees, pulling her La Perla's with him. "I can be quick." He said before placing his mouth in her most sensitive of areas.

"Chuck, that is so not fair." She gasped before a moan overtook her. She glanced at the clock, almost twenty minutes. "Oh, what the hell?" She said before grabbing Chuck and yanking him towards the bed.

Blair's silverware clinked lightly against her plate as she sat them down post taking a bite of the grilled chicken dish. Chuck's hand was inappropriately running up and down her thigh as she tried to concentrate on making conversation with her father, Roman, and Roland. A couple of times she had removed his hand but this time when she went to move it, she instead just held it, lacing her fingers through his. She spared Chuck a quick glance to see him smiling, before turning back to the conversation. "So, is there any word yet on when the phone lines will be back on?" Blair asked as Chuck traced circles on the back of her hand, with his thumb.

Harold couldn't stop smiling. He had never seen Blair so happy in her entire life. If he could he would do whatever it took to make all of her problems go away, especially the ones involving Marcus. That's what father's were supposed to do, right? But the most he could do would be to help them run and Blair didn't seem at all open to the idea. He sighed in frustration at her question though. Three days ago there had been an awful hail storm that had crashed all the phone lines, including the internet. They still had cell phone service but that only extended within the continent and it was minimal at best. "No, they said it should be fixed by tomorrow."

Blair beamed. "Well then I suppose it's a good thing that all of our guests RSVP'd weeks ago." Even though Chuck clearly wasn't, Blair was excited about the party tonight. She had help put everything together the past couple of days and she knew that everything would go off without a hitch. It had been a while since she had had the opportunity to put her party planning expertise to good use and she had enjoyed it. It had been a little annoying over the past couple of days that she couldn't talk to all of her friends back home though. Every since Christmas morning, they had all been talking over the web came ever day. Unfortunately because of the fallen phone lines she had been unable to get a hold of them.

Harold chuckled at his daughter. He didn't know where she had inherited her wit. He was a shrewd corporate lawyer but Blair had a witty retort for everything and he had never been able to keep up with her. "That it is." He said smiling.

Blair turned her attention to Roman, who had been uncharacteristically quiet. "Is everything alright Roman?" Blair asked sweetly, something that was definitely out of character for her. She liked Roman now, she really did, but she was rarely sweet to anyone. However, Roman looked a little dejected today. He looked up and shook his head slightly, so she probed again. "Come on, Roman, what is it?"

Roman opened his mouth, now all eyes were on him. He hadn't wanted to bring this up, especially not now. He knew that Blair loved Holidays and New Year's Eve was one of her favorites. But he spoke because they had asked. "It's just, you only have four more days here and I know that you can't just go home, but I do not understand why you won't run?"

Blair felt Chuck's hand tighten on hers as gazes shifted in her direction. "Oh." She said softly sitting back in her seat.

"I am sorry Blair, I did not mean to upset you; it's just been bothering me for the past couple of days." Roman started before seeing Blair shaking her head. At that he trailed off.

"No Roman, it's fine, I mean we do need to talk about it." Blair said with a small strained smile. "I can't run because if I run," She looked at Chuck. "If we run. We can never ever come back. Neither of us would ever be able to see New York again, we couldn't come here; we couldn't call and set up a place to meet everyone. Marcus would be furious and he wouldn't give up trying to find us until he did and with the recourses that are now under his command, I don't know that we could ever run far enough. And if he did find us, he would either completely cut me off from everyone, or he would have Chuck sent to jail for that bogus case he set up." She was close to tears simply at the thought of what she was saying. "And I won't take that risk."

Everyone was quiet until Roland unexpectedly spoke. "I think you should run Miss. Blair. I think you should run as far and fast as you have to, to stay away from Marcus."

Blair's eyes were wide as she spoke. "But Roland, you know Marcus, you know the lengths that he would go to, to track me down. And after he did, you know the kinds of things that he would do to punish us. I can't risk making the situation worse than it already is."

Harold and Roman exchanged a glance. They had talked about this before and they wished that Blair would consider running, but she was stubborn and if she refused to consider it, then they couldn't make her.

This time, it was Chuck who spoke, unexpectedly. He was looking directly into Blair's eyes. "I would run with you. Anywhere you are is enough for me."

"I know." Blair's only response was whispered back. After a couple minutes of looking into his eyes she spoke again, not loudly but not quite a whisper. "But I will not run."

Chuck nodded; he had of course already known her answer. So her rejection had not surprised him in the slightest.

The table was deathly quiet until everyone finished eating and left to go begin preparations for that evening.

Jenny glared at the person waiting on her as she stepped off the plane, as did Serena, Nate, Dan, and Eric in turn. She was more stressed out than she had been in her entire life. This was bad, really bad.

"It's nice to see you all again." Marcus said with a smile at he looked at Blair's friends. He had brought them to France to surprise her for New Year's Eve. He wanted desperately to please her and he knew how much she loved her friends. The only one whose presence he had not requested was Chuck's. That was one battle he didn't want to have to fight during his trip to France to visit Blair. He motioned for them to follow as he walked towards the cars that he had hired. "How have you all been?"

Jenny's eyes narrowed as she and the others followed Marcus out of the airport. There was no need to stop at baggage claim since they were only staying for a couple of days and had brought everything with them in their carry-on bags. "Cut the bullshit Marcus. Don't pretend like we don't know who you really are."

Marcus turned his head so that he could see her. "Really Jenny, you could be a little nicer."

"Yeah, and you could let my best friend come home." She crossed her arms over her chest, ready to get up in Marcus's face, should the time arise when it was necessary.

Marcus's eyes narrowed as well. "I've had about enough of your attitude. I invited you all here for Blair, not because I like your company. Now, if you will just cooperate, I'm sure the Holiday will go just fine."

Jenny's jaw was locked as Marcus turned and began walking once more. The rest of the little group walked up to her, telling her just to stand down for now. There was nothing that they could do for the moment. Nate took her hand and gave it a squeeze just as they were approaching the cars Marcus had hired.

Jenny immediately got in the car that Marcus did not, followed by Nate and Eric. Serena and Dan bit the bullet and rode with Marcus. As soon as she was in the car, Jenny got back out her phone and started dialing once more. They had all heard about the storm and the communication outage that it had caused in Southern France but this was getting ridiculous. She needed to get a hold of Blair, to warn her that Marcus was on his way. Otherwise she and Chuck were about to get caught.

Blair smiled as she mingled with the guests at the New Year's Eve party. This was the most at home she had felt in so long. She was in her element to say the least. She locked eyes with Chuck from across the room and diplomatically excused herself to go speak with him.

"You look beautiful." He said, handing Blair a glass of champagne.

Blair beamed, she was practically glowing. "You don't look so bad yourself Bass."

With that he leaned down and placed a light kiss on her neck. "You know I love you right?"

Blair looked up at him, an almost confused look present in her eyes. "Of course."

"Good." He virtually whispered. "And you love me?"

Blair tilted her head slightly. "You know I do." What Chuck was getting at, she had no idea. He seemed as though he was about to ask for something; a favor perhaps.

"Then run with me." He said the intensity of his eyes matched by that of his voice. He would give up everything for the girl standing in front of him; including his life, his world.

"Chuck what about . . ." Blair started, but Chuck didn't let her finish.

"Nothing else matters Blair. Everything else means nothing to me without you." Chuck said as he interrupted.

Blair breathed deeply. She didn't want to run. It was too dangerous. It was taking upon themselves unnecessary risks; risks that could be avoided.

Chuck saw Blair's hesitation and spoke once more. "Just promise me that you'll think about it?" He asked softly.

Blair nodded. "Okay." She softly before hugging him to her and whispering once more."Okay." In the distance, she heard the ringing of the telephone. "I'll be right back, I should answer that." She said, giving Chuck a quick peck on the lips. As she made her way towards the kitchen, Blair couldn't help but be distracted by Chuck's suggestion. Could they do it? Could they forget everything else and run? It distracted her so much that she didn't even think about the fact that the phones had been dead for days as she answered. "Hello, Waldorf Residence, this is Blair Waldorf speaking."

Jenny had to withhold a shriek as Blair answered the phone; it was about freaking time she got through and not a moment too soon since the cars were approaching the turn for the chateau according to Nate. "Blair it's Jenny, I don't have time to explain but you have to hide Chuck; hide him, get him out of there, do whatever you have to do!"

"Jenny?" Blair asked confused. "What are you talking about?" Blood was starting to pound in her veins; her body's physiologically reaction to a threat was already beginning.

Damn it, there wasn't time for explanations. "Marcus is on his way, he'll be there in less than five minutes. Hurry Blair . . . You have to hurry!"

But Blair didn't even hear the last part because she had already dropped the phone and started running.

A/N: So I hope you all enjoyed this update. I promise the next chapter will be longer; this just seemed like a good stopping place. I also promise that it won't take another two weeks next time. I want to update again by Thursday.

Reviews are always appreciated.

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kate