A/N: Okay, here is the third and final installment to this story... I hope you all like it! Thank you so much for the great reviews - I really love to hear what you guys think! I wasn't totally sure how I wanted this chapter to play out, but I'm pretty satisfied with it, and as promised, it is most definitely rated M. I really enjoyed exploring more of the emotional side to Chuck and Blair's relationship with this story, especially since the past few GG episodes have been so packed with emotions (can't wait for another one tonight!). Now I'll probably get back to working on some more steamy encounters to wrap up Finding a Way Back, and I also have some ideas for a new story. Keep reading and reviewing!

Chapter 3

The next morning, Blair woke up with Chuck's arm wrapped around her. It took her a moment to comprehend the situation - and then, suddenly, memories of last night flooded into her brain. Pinned against a wall, some disgusting guy ripping up her dress and unzipping his pants. Chuck storming in just in time and yelling, then carrying her upstairs. Chuck undressing her, washing her, and then putting her to bed. Chuck kissing her tenderly on the forehead before they fell asleep. And now Chuck fast asleep, one arm holding her tightly. Had all of that really happened? On a normal night, Chuck would have been getting trashed and fucking some skank at Victrola - how had he known that she needed him? And why had he suddenly decided to come to her rescue, after pushing her away for so long?

She shifted against him, trying to make sense of the situation, and he stirred. Opening his eyes, he looked over at her and met her soft brown eyes. He was half surprised, half relieved that she hadn't disappeared again. "Good morning," he said sleepily, wondering how much of last night she remembered, and how she would react to finding herself in bed with him. He supposed it was a good sign that she hadn't taken off yet.

"Good morning," she replied.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Okay." Her head hurt a little, and she was slightly nauseous, but she felt surprisingly good considering how much she alcohol she had imbibed last night. She had never really been one to get hangovers.

"Good." He paused, wondering whether he should ask his next question. He didn't want to upset her. "Do you remember much from last night?" he asked tentatively.

"Yeah," she said, her face falling as images of that dark room flashed through her mind once more. "How did you know where I was?"

"Gossip Girl posted something about you drinking alone at the Palace," he explained. Under other circumstances, he probably would have been embarrassed about stalking her on Gossip Girl, but all he felt right now was grateful that he had seen the post.

"Oh God," Blair groaned. "Now everyone's going to think I'm an alcoholic."

"No, everyone's just going to think that I fucked you up pretty badly," Chuck said softly, overwhelmed with guilt. Blair bit her lip and looked away from him, not wanting to acknowledge the truth in his words. "Anyway, I - I was worried about you, so I went to check it out, and when I got there, the bartender said you had left..." he took a deep breath, trying to control his fury. "With that fucking creep." A few tears threatened to spill out of Blair's eyes, but she blinked them back. Chuck looked up at the ceiling, consumed with self-loathing for having let this happen to Blair.

"Chuck?" Blair said.

"Yeah?" he replied, still looking at the ceiling.

"Thank you."

He looked over at her. "You don't have to thank me," he said. "I definitely owed you one, after everything you've done for me... I'm so sorry, Blair. This is all my fault. Everything you've been going through - all of it is my fault. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," she said. "I forgive you. It's okay." She lifted her lips to his and kissed him gently.

After a few seconds, he forced himself to pull away. He wanted her so badly, but he knew he didn't deserve her. "No, stop. You deserve so much better than me."

"I don't want better than you. I just want you," Blair insisted. Her eyes were watering again, but her mouth was set in that expression she always wore when she was determined to get what she wanted. "How long is it going to take you to understand that?"

Chuck watched her in awe. Why she wanted him, after everything he had put her through, he would never understand. But for some reason, she did still want him, and he wanted her, more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life. He was done pushing her away. They had waited long enough; it was time for them to be together. Chuck lifted her chin up so that her eyes met his, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you, Blair," he said. Finally. He had finally said those three words that he had been afraid of for so long. It felt so good to finally be able to tell her how he felt.

Blair's eyes widened, and her entire face lit up with a smile. He loved her. He really, truly loved her. After everything they had gone through together - the sneaking around, the games, the fights, the heartbreak, Bart's death - he had finally spoken the words that they had both always known were true. Chuck Bass loved Blair Waldorf. And oh, did she love him too. "I love you too," she said, pulling him towards her and kissing him with more intensity than he had ever experienced before. Her hand snaked up into his hair as she pressed herself against him and hooked her leg over his hip. He could feel her breasts rubbing against his chest through the thin material of the buttondown she had slept in. He felt himself grow hard almost instantly - that's how it always was with Blair, and it had been so long... But after what had happened to her last night, he didn't want to scare her with his... enthusiasm. The last thing she needed was to feel as if he was forcing himself on her.

"Wait, Blair, stop that," he said, pushing her away.

"What's wrong?" she asked, confused. He shot a meaningful glance down at his crotch, and suddenly she registered the feeling of his erection against her leg. "Oh," she said, her eyes widening.

"Sorry," he said quickly. "I don't want you to feel like you have to... I'll take care of it," he mumbled. He rolled off the bed and hurried into the bathroom to run himself a cold shower. Blair watched him go, shocked that Chuck Bass had just apologized to her for being horny. Chuck never apologized about anything involving sex. He was always shamelessly horny - in fact, it was a trait he took great pride in. And even though she normally pretended to be disgusted by him, the truth was it actually kind of turned her on, especially when it was her that was making him hard. But watching him deny himself of sex because he was worried about pressuring her turned her on even more. It was sweet that he thought she needed space, but she was ready to go. She trusted him, and she knew he respected her. He would never force her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. She wanted to feel his hands on her body, touching her exactly how she wanted to be touched and erasing the memory of Matt from her mind. She also wanted to show him just how much she appreciated everything he had done for her last night.

Blair hopped off of the bed and walked into the bathroom. Chuck was already in the shower, trying unsuccessfully to fight down his erection. The pent-up frustration of not being able to do anything to her while she was fucking naked in the shower last night, and of having to stop things from progressing any further just a minute ago, had left him hard as a rock. He knew that it had been the right thing to restrain himself, but unfortunately it seemed that his penis disagreed.

The sound of Blair's voice coming from much closer than the bedroom broke into his reverie. "Chuck," she said. His head snapped up and his hands flew to his crotch in a feeble attempt to hide his very obvious erection. She was standing at the entrance to the shower, a slight smirk playing across her lips as she eyed his groin. She was still dressed in only his white dress shirt, and when she stepped forward into the water, it suddenly became completely see-through. Chuck's breath caught in his throat as he admired the way the wet material clung to her hips and the curve of her breasts. This girl was going to be the death of him.

"What are you doing, Blair?" Chuck managed to choke out, trying to tear his eyes away from her hardened nipples.

"I thought I might be able to help you out," she replied coyly, dropping her eyes to his crotch. "Because it doesn't seem like the cold shower's doing the trick." She advanced towards him and wound her arms around his neck, kissing him. He placed his hands on her waist uncertainly, pulling her closer to him as she ground her hips against his erection. Chuck swore in his head.

"You don't have to," he said, his breathing heavy.

"I know," she replied, kissing his neck as her hands slid down his chest. "But I want to." Her fingertips grazed over his hips as she sank to her knees before him. She began placing light kisses on his inner thighs, coming agonizingly close to but carefully avoiding his throbbing dick. Chuck's hands curled into fists, and he leaned his head back against the wall of the shower. He wished he had something to hold on to right now - she was killing him.

"Blair. Please," he begged, thrusting his hips towards her. She looked up at him, a devilish expression on her face. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she reached up and wrapped her small hand around him. He gasped. "Please," he said again. She blew lightly on his tip, not moving her hand, and he let out a strangled groan, his back arching off the wall.

"Does that feel good?" Blair asked innocently, beginning to move her hand up and down his length at a torturously slow pace.

"Yes," he breathed. He was so hard it was painful. "Fuck. Fuck." He was panting.

She kissed his tip gently before wrapping her lips around him. His eyes rolled back into his head as a deep, animalistic groan ripped through his throat. She eased his length deeper into her mouth, stroking his balls with her hand and gliding her tongue over his shaft. He twitched and grunted, his hands grabbing fistfuls of her hair and pulling her closer to him. She sucked him hard, knowing he was close and loving the power she had over him right now. He couldn't even form words anymore, but he continued to let out low moans of absolute ecstasy. Her lips and tongue were working quickly, and she finally pushed him over the edge by gently grazing his balls with her fingernails. His whole body shuddered as he released into her, and she swallowed everything, slowly sliding her lips off of him.

"Jesus, Blair," he said finally, once he had regained his voice. She was kissing her way back up his chest, feeling very pleased with herself. "You're fucking incredible."

"Thank you," she said, smiling against his lips as she kissed him. Then she stepped back into the spray of the shower, tilting her head upwards and letting the water pour over her. Very slowly, she began unbuttoning his shirt, trailing her fingers over the wet, exposed skin between her breasts. Chuck swallowed. He could already feel himself getting hard again. Honestly, how had he managed to land the fucking sexiest girl on the planet?

Deciding he didn't really have the patience to wait around while she toyed with him, Chuck stepped forward and pulled her towards him, his hands sliding under the shirt and resting on the naked skin of her hips. Blair flinched involuntarily as she felt him take control of the situation. She trusted him, of course, but she was still scared. As much as she was trying to forget it, the memory of Matt's hands roughly grabbing her hips was still etched in her mind. She wanted to feel Chuck inside of her, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to completely relinquish control of her body.

Chuck felt her stiffen under his touch, and instantly understood. He pulled his hands off of her and took a small step back. "I'm sorry," she said, avoiding his gaze. He took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him.

"Don't be sorry," he said. "Are you okay?"

"I - yeah," she said quietly. "I'm just scared."

"I know. But don't be afraid of me. You know we don't have to do anything you don't want to do." The concern in his eyes melted her heart.

She smiled at him gratefully. "I want to," she said. Taking a deep breath, she moved closer to him and placed his hands back on her hips. "You're just gonna have to walk me through this, okay?"

"Okay. Do you promise to tell me stop if you need me to?"

Blair was touched by how considerate he was being. She supposed it really did all come down to the fact that he loved her. "I promise," she said. "Thank you, Chuck."

He smiled. "For you, anything." He kissed her softly, trying to position himself so that his erection wasn't pressing too obviously against her. He slowly reached up and eased the shirt over her shoulders, peeling it off and letting it fall to the floor of the shower. One hand rested on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him, and the other found its way to her breast. He touched her very gently, carefully caressing her breast and massaging her nipple with his thumb. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer to him, allowing the tender feeling of his hand to replace the memory of Matt's unwelcome, bruising touch.

Chuck pulled his lips away from hers and began to leave a trail of kisses along her jaw, neck, and collarbone. "How are you doing?" he breathed, kissing her shoulder as he ran a hand along her arm.

"I'm good," she replied. Her forehead was resting against his shoulder, and her arms were still wrapped loosely around his neck. She loved how incredibly safe he was making her feel.

"Good," he said between kisses. He tilted her back slightly, replacing the hand on her breast with his mouth. He covered her sensitive skin with gentle kisses and swirled his tongue around her nipple before bringing his lips back up to meet hers. Still kissing her, he walked her backwards across the shower until she was pressed against the wall. She shuddered slightly, and Chuck knew she was remembering the way that fucking asshole had crushed her against the wall last night. He didn't want her to feel like she was trapped, so he pulled back slightly and looked her in the eye. "I'm not going to hurt you, Blair," he promised. She nodded, and leaned forward to kiss him again. He reached down and cupped her butt, lifting her up against the wall as she wrapped her legs around him. Keeping one hand on her butt, he used the other to find her hand and pressed it against the wall above her, his fingers laced with hers.

As Chuck positioned himself at her entrance, he broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers. They were both breathing heavily, and her hand was clutching his tightly. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes." Her body was aching to feel him inside of her.

"I love you," he said, kissing her gently.

"I love you too." And as those words filled their bodies with burning passion and desperate intimacy, he slid inside of her. Blair's fingers pressed into his hand and his shoulder as her head fell back against the wall and her eyes rolled into her head. Chuck buried his face in the crook of her neck as he thrust into her slowly and gently, restraining himself from going any faster. They fell into a perfect rhythm, and it felt as if their bodies had been melded together into one. She reached her peak just as he released inside of her, and their gasps and moans met in the air as their bodies shook and quivered against each other.

When it was over, they didn't move. Chuck lifted his lips to Blair's and captured them in a tender kiss. And then they simply held each other, whispering blissful words of love into each other's ears.