Hey all, sorry for the delay. As you know, it's finals week so i've been very busy these past few days. Anyway, this is the final chapter. I had to give them a happy ending. I hope you guys enjoy and thank you so much to every single person that took the time to review the story. I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it so much. Happy Readings! xoxo
The fire burst instantly between their bodies and both Blair and Chuck had to pull away from each other mere seconds after their lips touched.
"Jeez," Chuck sighed as he drank in the sight of Blair's heavy lidded eyes. "That...that...that was something."
"Shut up and do it again," Blair whispered softly as she pulled her body flushed against him and reached out to kiss him once again.
"Blair, wait," Chuck started as he pulled away from her touch and took her hand in his. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do this right. No chance of Senora Dorota bursting in on us," Chuck teased as he spoke of their beloved Lucia.
Blair smiled and nodded happily. "Yes. Whatever. Wherever."
Chuck smiled at Blair's urgency and stood quickly from the couch. Taking both her hands in his own, he pulled her off the couch and began to walk briskly through the house. "Let's go!"
Blair followed quickly behind him, never breaking stride, just as anxious as he was to feel their bodies skin to skin. As they reached the door to Chuck's bedroom, he turned around and pressed her against his door. His lips crashed on hers again, this time the electricity unable to pull them apart, as they thrived on the exquisite sensation of each other's heat. Their lips sucked and stuck against each other, their tongues melding together as one, dancing against each other, tasting, wetting, prepping.
Blair felt every sweep of the tongue down in her core, Chuck felt every lick across his lips as if her tongue were sweeping across his cock. "I don't know how much more of this foreplay business I can take," Chuck groaned out as he pushed open his door, and locked it securely behind them.
Blair chuckled against his mouth as he walked her back toward his bed. "Perfect. Because I didn't know either," she responded throatily as they reached the foot of the bed and he began unzipping her skirt quickly.
"My naughty school girl," Chuck teased as he knelt before her and allowed her skirt to puddle at her feet. He glanced up at her as he began to peel away her thigh high stockings, removing them carefully from the seductive garter belt Blair wore beneath her clothes. "You had no intention of going to school, did you Waldorf?" Chuck asked as he slid one stocking off.
Blair simply shook her head, too mesmerized by the feel of his silky fingers sliding against her legs, the dark intensity of his eyes breathtaking.
Once she stood before him in only her blouse and thong, Blair pulled his hair up so he could look up at her and smiled wickedly. "You have entirely too many clothes on, Bass. Let's fix that, shall we?"
Chuck laughed as he stood up before her and gently shoved her onto the bed. Tugging at his belt and buttons, he threw his pants across the room and shoved his boxers down his legs. Unbuttoning his shirt, he knelt atop her on the bed and began to undo her shirt. "Skip it. I need you now," Blair groaned out desperately. She was beginning to melt beneath him and she couldn't contain herself another second.
Chuck nodded anxiously, too far gone himself as his penis was rubbing against the lacy material of her thong. Pulling off her underwear quickly, he slid over her body and began to kiss her just as he slid inside of her.
Their mating was perfection. Sweet, slow, passionate. She felt engulfed by every sensation, every twitch, every thrust, push, pull and grip. His hands left fiery trails wherever he touched. Every nerve ending in her body was awake, basking in the sensation that he brought to her entire being.
He felt her wrapped tightly around him. She was warm, wet, milking him. He felt on fire, the warmth of her body, the softness of her touch was intoxicating. He felt every scrape of her nails, every bite she placed across his shoulder as he sunk in those few inches deeper that caused the breath to leave both their bodies. He felt as her hands grabbed desperately at his back and his butt, felt her tiny fingers digging into his skin as she begged for more. Every inch of him was on fire and he was afraid that he would soon combust.
She felt it then, that familiar fluttering inside her that had her squirming and breathless beneath him. She spread her legs wider apart, pushing down on his buttocks firmly, trying to sink him deeper still. She arched her back and hips off the bed, desperately meeting his every thrust, rubbing herself, rubbing her most sensitive spots against his erection. And she was gone then.
He felt her orgasm gripping him and he couldn't control himself any longer. Thrusting into her clumsily, he placed himself deeply against her womb and poured himself into her body.
"Chuck...?" Blair sighed later on that afternoon as they laid wrapped in tangled sheets and limbs.
"Babe?" Chuck mumbled back as he dipped his head in the crook of her neck and lost himself in her scent.
"Do you think we'll ever be ok again?" Blair asked quietly as she gripped the sheet in her hands and fiddled absentmindedly with the material.
Chuck pushed away from her and stared down at her nervous features. "Ok? Baby, I think we're already more than ok. Nothing has changed. Nothing. Do you understand me? I still love you as much, no more, so much more than the first day I met you. Things have been difficult, I know that, but we'll figure it out. We'll make this work. I can't, I won't lose you again."
Blair bit her lips softly as she nodded through the mist of tears that began to cloud her vision. "I don't want to lose you either. I love you too much."
Chuck smiled as he kissed her tenderly and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Not as much as I do, Waldorf. No way," he whispered against her lips as he brushed her hair back and pulled her hard against his lips.
It was perfect, the peace they found in each others arms. It was wonderful the completion they found only when together. They had gone through the best of times and the worst of times. And they'd made it through it together. Chuck was certain they would be OK.
From now on, nothing could stop them.
This is where they belonged.
This is how they liked it.
"Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you."
- William Shakespeare, As You Like It, 1.2