"Hey," Chuck murmured, his lips travelling up the side of her exposed neck. "How was your day?" She sighed pleasantly and turned around so she could face him and give him a proper hello kiss.

"Better now that you're home." Her lips sought out his and they kissed for several moments. Her lips parted for his tongue and their mouths fused together in a heated kiss. He pulled away, suddenly aware of their location in the suite.

"Why are you in the kitchen?" He paused. "And wearing an apron for that matter?" He chuckled slightly and brushed her cheeks with his thumbs.

"mmm, I thought I'd try cooking for us tonight." She smiled and then burst out laughing.

"Smells good," he replied, peering inside the oven. Her hands traced up and down the front of his shirt. Stopping at his shirt collar, she began to loosen his tie.

"I thought we could enjoy a nice romantic dinner and then," she smirked, "dessert." She pressed a hot opened mouth kiss against his neck. He groaned.

"I don't know if I can make it to dessert." She backed slightly away from him.

"You're gonna have to!" She smiled as his hand trailed up her leg, her thigh, and finally landed just below her panties. She sighed against his mouth.

"Chuck!" She reached for his hand. The timer for the oven went off at that moment and Chuck reluctantly removed his hand.

"Anything for you princess. Shall we eat?" She nodded, biting her bottom lip slightly. "Want me to, um" he looked around the kitchen, "set the table?" he asked, picking up the two plates and silverware neatly stacked on the counter.

"Yes, thanks." She turned around now, busily adding the finishing touches to the steaming pan of chicken. Moments later she entered the dining room. Chuck was sitting patiently in his chair.

"Ah, we're so domestic!" Blair exclaimed. He chuckled.

"We are." He smiled, and his eyes connected with hers. Her breath hitched as she looked deep into his sincere and open chocolate brown eyes.

"I love you," she whispered.

"And I love you." She moved closer to him and crashed her lips against his.

"Dinner can wait," she murmured against his lips. Chuck smiled and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her towards their bedroom.

"I love you," he whispered against her skin, kissing first her nose, her cheeks, and finally her lips. Quickly ridding each other of their clothing, he pressed his naked body against hers.

"I love the feeling of your body against mine," Blair sighed. She ran her hand across his back, feeling the smooth skin underneath her fingertips.

"Nothing makes me happier," he responded. He pressed his open mouth against her soft skin, trailing wet kisses down her stomach. His tongue swirled around her belly, before pausing right below her bellybutton.

"Chuck, please!" She moaned.

"Please what?" He asked, smiling brightly at her frustrated sigh. "What do you want me to do?" he whispered against her lips.

"Fuck me."

"I love it when you talk dirty Blair."

"I think I've heard that somewhere before." She laughed lightly. "But please Chuck, I need you." He wasted no more time, sliding roughly into her heat. They collectively moaned and he pushed harder against her body, building a sweet and fast rhythm.

"ahhh Chuck" she moaned. "I'm so close," she breathed. His fingers grazed her swollen lips, and traced a pathway downwards. Grasping her hand in his, he pulled their hands towards their connected bodies. Using their fingers to add to the pleasure, they brought each other higher and higher.

"Faster!" Blair gasped.

"I love you," he breathed. "So much." And his eyes locked with hers and they climaxed together. He collapsed against her sweaty body, feeling the heat from their bodies combined.

"I'm glad we did dessert first," Blair kissed his forehead and then his lips. They spent the rest of the evening, mouths fused together, in bed. Dinner was forgotten on the table.