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After a leisurely stroll to the springs, Chuck was setting up for their day by laying out towels and setting out the food and beverages that the island care taker had thoughtfully prepared. He was seriously considering bringing Yvechelle and Tomas to New York after they left. He didn't think he'd be able to pry Dorota away from Blair's mother, and they were going to need someone as efficient and discreet to keep tend to their new home when they were married, whenever that would be.
"You're really going to do this, aren't you?" he chuckled as he watched Blair apply the sunscreen to every uncovered part of her body in preparation for her two hours of nude sunbathing. Thankfully she was still in her bikini for the moment, but he knew that wasn't going to last much longer though she had successful renegotiated the no sunscreen clause that morning as they ate breakfast.
"We had a deal," she reminded him, "And I will not start our renewed relationship by backing out on this."
"I'm not holding you to this," he told her yet again. In truth, he was afraid of how he'd react to her being in such close proximity with no clothes on for that length of time. Yes, she'd paraded around him at various moments of the day in nothing but her birthday suit, but this was entirely different. He'd found the will power to turn away for those briefest of moments. This was going to be for two solid hours. He could feel his body responding to just the mere thought of it. He knew the reality was going to be so much worse.
"I'm holding myself to this," she responded as she held out the sunscreen to him as she tugged at the string of her bikini. "I need you to do my back."
And just like that, the top of her bikini was carelessly discarded, and Chuck was frozen in place.
"Come on, Chuck, this isn't anything that you haven't seen before," she wiggled the sunscreen in his face to get his attention as she gathered her hair away from the nape of her neck with her other hand. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she heard a splash as Chuck dove into the water. She knelt down next to the water's edge as he swam around for a few moments. "In need of a little cooling off in the hot springs?"
Reacting quickly, he swam towards her and tugged on her hand. Her face froze in terror as she felt herself falling forward into the water.
"What is this obsession you have with trying to drown me?" she came up sputtered as she resurfaced, splashing water in his face as he laughed victoriously.
Without a moment to react, Chuck pulled her towards him as his lips crashed against hers, kissing her in a way that he hadn't in such a long time. She whimpered against him as she allowed him to assault her lips without thought of retaliating.
"Chuck, please," she moaned as her legs wrapped around his hips. She could feel his hardness against her stomach. She knew he needed her as much as she needed him. It had been too long since they'd given into temptation. Her entire body was screaming out for him.
Chuck heard her plea and began an internal tug of war. His body wanted her, desperately needed her. He knew she could feel it, but he needed this to be about more than just the physical desire.
Just as she thought he was about to give in, he pulled away. She couldn't pretend any longer that his repeated rejection didn't hurt. He'd professed that he wanted her yet each time she offered herself to him he had yet another reason to keep her away.
"What is wrong with you?" she snapped as she pulled herself out of the water and wrapped a towel around her body. "You claim to love me and want me, yet every time I try to give myself to you, you pull away."
"I'm not rejecting you, Blair," he insisted as he pulled himself out quickly.
"Yes, you are!" she exclaimed, "You have been since the moment I said yes to your propose, before then even. I wanted to be with you. I was going to end things with Louis to be with you, but you just walked away. Do you have any idea how much that hurt?"
"I was doing what I thought was best for you," he stated defensively.
"That is such bullshit!" she cried out, "You were doing what was easiest for you. You saw what that night was going to lead to. You saw the forever that you weren't ready for, so you threw me towards the first person you could find to clear your conscience before you ran, yet again."
"Giving you to Louis wasn't easy for me," he snapped, "Do you have any idea how hard it was for me? Do you have any idea how sick it made me to know that you were in his arms when I desperately wanted you in mine? I knew how messed up I was . . . am, and I couldn't bare to drag you down with me. That night I put my hand through the glass window, if you hadn't run out when you did, I don't know what I could have done to you. I don't know where I would have stopped, if I could have. If I could do that to the woman that I loved, what else could I be capable of? The fear I saw in your eyes still haunts me."
"That fear that you saw that night was not any fear that I have of you. I know without a doubt that you would never hurt me in that way. I was scared for you. You were sinking so far down. I wanted to pull you back up, but when you put your hand through that glass I realized that my being there was the worst thing for you in that moment. I couldn't help you. It killed me to leave you that night and every night before and after. The worst for me was when you left me to Louis. It felt like you were slapping me in the face, that the night, that magic moment where you rescued me and made love to me was just some façade, that it didn't mean anything to you."
"I'm sorry," he stated, "That was never my intent."
"I know you did it because you thought that it would make me happy, but the only thing that can ever truly make me happy is you. You're all I need, Bass," she replied as she found herself calmly down just a touch. "For all your faults, you are still the only man that I can ever allow myself to truly love. If that makes me weak and pathetic, then so be it. I'd rather be thought that way than to deny myself the happiness that I know only you can provide. That's never going to change. Tell me what I need to say to get that through your head."
"I think you just did," he replied.
She saw that moment where the light bulb finally seemed to turn on inside his head and her words were allowed to sink in. She had said yes to his marriage proposal a few days earlier, but this was the moment where he'd finally allowed himself to believe it.
They stood before each other for several moments. Their eyes locked.
"Please, Chuck," she requested for what felt like the millionth time. Her lip quivered and her voice shook, "Make love to me."
The hopefulness in her voice and eyes were his undoing as he peeled the towel wrapped around her body away before his arms entwined around her waist, pulling her in close. She held perfectly still, afraid that if she'd moved a muscle he'd realize what he was doing and pull away from her as he had been doing since they'd first arrived on the island.
"I can say I love you until I take my very last breath, but it doesn't come close to expressing just how much I truly do love you," he told her as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear as he bent in to kiss her cheek tenderly.
"The only way you need to express your love for me is to stop rejecting me and make love to me," she urged him.
"No more pulling away," he assured her, "No more running from my feelings."
"Good," she replied as she pulled him towards the cavern that the waterfall concealed.
"Hold that thought for just a moment," he told her as just as she began lowering herself to the hard rock floor. Blair felt the disappointment in the pit of her stomach as he left her arms yet again, but he disappeared for a moment only to return with the towel that had been around her body moments earlier. After he'd spread out the towel he lowered her onto it as he followed her. Love and relief washed over her as he lowered his lips to her neck to begin his seduction.
Chuck was slow and methodical as he worked all her erogenous zones in perfect rhythm. Her entire body was humming in pleasure before he even settled himself between her legs.
"You have to lose the swim trunks in order for this to work," she teased as he hovered above her. He blushed sheepishly as her hands went to his waist, pushing them out of their way.
"Are you sure?" Chuck asked as he paused the moment before he was about to slip into her.
"Yes, Chuck, I'm sure," she nodded as she ran her fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck, "I love you. I'm going to marry you, and we are going to have a wonderful and happy life together."
Chuck slipped inside her and finally for the first time in forever felt complete.
Returning to the main house after their frolic in the springs, they were both giddy and giggly.
"Mister Bass, I have lunch waiting for you and Ms. Waldorf on the veranda," Yvechelle announced.
"Thank you," Chuck nodded as he pulled Blair along, "And thank you for the recommendation of visiting the springs. You were right, they do have a magical feel to them."
"They certainly do," Blair smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him deeply as he backed her towards the veranda, navigating the path from memory as neither could force themselves to pull away.
"I am famished," he announced as he sat at the table as Blair plopped herself in his lap, "That was quite a workout you put me through."
"It was a long time coming," she giggled as she popped a grape into his mouth before she took one for herself.
"Interesting choice of words," he teased, "Coming."
"After a few moments to catch your breath, we're going to have to see if you can make me do that again," she returned his playful banter.
"I intend to," he replied as a mischievous wink.
"Eat," she told him, "You're going to need your strength."
"Who can think of food with such a temptress sitting in my lap?" he replied as he nibbled at her shoulder lightly.
"Then I'm removing the temptation," she told him as she stood abruptly. His reflexes kicked in as he reached for her waist and brought her back into his lap.
"You are not going anywhere," he told her as she squealed in surprise as he bent her back parallel to the ground and devoured her lips. "You awoke this beast. You must deal with the consequences."
"Absolutely," she sighed happily, "But first food."
"Food first," he conceded.
"And then maybe a nap," she offered, "You've worn me out, Bass."
"We'll negotiated on the nap after we've satisfied that rumbling belly," he replied as he heard her tummy begin to growl back at him.
"Deal," she replied as she reached for more grapes.
"My ladylove shouldn't be feeding herself," he told her as he snatched the vine of grapes out of her reach.
Blair merely held her mouth open as she waited for him to feed her. Bite by bite, her seduction drove him near the end of insanity with the way she worked the food around on her tongue, the way her lips moved as she accepted each bite.
"You're so turned on right now, aren't you?" she chuckled sinisterly.
"You have no idea," he groaned as she wiggled in his lap.
"I think I have some idea," she giggled as she nipped at his shoulder lightly, "I think we can postpone the nap until you put me through your special workout routine."
"God, I love you," he groaned.
"Finish your lunch," she advised him, "You're going to need your strength."
TBC. . .
An interesting question was raised by one of my fantastic readers after this past week's episode that I'm going to throw out to all of you in hopes of finding an answer. What did Blair mean when she was talking to Eleanor at the end of the episode in which it was only for a year? That she has to stay married? That she has to live in Monaco? I'm stumped. Any guesses?
Again many thanks for all of your support. I hope you all enjoyed Blair and Chuck's frolic in the springs. I know they did.