" You still haven't told me where we're going." She pouted at his side as she slid closer to him.
He turned his attention from the window and offered her a smile. " And I'm not going to until we're there. This is getting ridiculous and I'm putting a stop to it."
" What's ridiculous and how does making me get up and get dressed, ushering me from my warm bed to the back of a limo help to stop it ?" She tugged at the sleeve of his heavy coat.
" We're going to the airport. That's all you need to know for now. The last thing I want is for you to get all excited and accidentally let our destination slip to one of our 'friends'." He smirked.
" Are you saying you don't trust me ?" She demanded.
" I'm saying that sometimes," He leaned down to kiss the top of her head, " you get carried away and say things you shouldn't. I want no mistakes this time."
" So you think I'll be excited when I find out where we're going ?" She continued to badger him.
" What must I do to shut you up ?" He replied with his wolfish grin.
She grinned up at him and licked her lips. " You'll think of something I'm sure."
He spent the rest of the ride to the airport with his lips against hers, making it impossible for her to think of anything else.
He refused to let her drink champaign once they were settled inside his plane and it annoyed her until she considered his reasoning. She had, after all, just gotten a fairly serious head injury. He laughed quietly when he told her the last thing he wanted was for her to take any chances. In the end, she decided that his concern for her well being was enough to melt her heart.
So she settled and sipped at her orange juice quietly without further argument.
Once she realized how truly alone they were, her anticipation once again got the better of her and she moved to his side, plucking the folder he was reading from his grasp and setting it safely aside. Then she climbed into his lap and rested her head on his shoulder.
" We seem to be completely alone now." Her whispering breath displaced the short hairs on the back of his neck. " Wasn't there something you were trying to tell me earlier ?"
He barked out a huge laugh and pulled her to him. " You think now is the time for that ?"
She smacked his chest. " I think its as good a time as any."
" And risk having the plane plummet from the sky, I don't think so." He answered.
" Then what is all this about ? Where are we going ?"
" I'm not tell you." He smirked.
" Why not ?" If she had been standing she wold have stomped her foot.
" Because this is the way I want it." He answered matter-of-factly.
" At least, tell me why we left. After Cyrus called to check on us, you just grabbed me and started throwing clothes at me. " She demanded.
He leaned back to watch her face as he considered her request. " I realized something earlier. Something I should have seen a long time ago."
" And what was this great epiphany that caused you to spirit me away to your plane ?" She asked as she toyed with his collar.
He sighed and shifted her slightly. " I've been fighting this image you have of me in your mind. I've tried everything to make you see that I don't fit into the box you've put me in. I gave up on being able to be 'that guy' before I even tried it. "
She nodded in encouragement for him to continue.
"What I didn't consider is that I'm Chuck Bass. I don't fail and I never, ever give up."
She gulped visibly as the determination of his tone reached her brain. " Okay, you win this time." She said, finally. " I'll play along. But tell me now, is this something I should be getting used to ?"
" What is that ? Letting me win ? oh definitely." He purred against her throat as he shifted again and started to work on the buttons of her blouse.
" Not going to happen. I meant you just deciding on a whim to whisk me away to destinations unknown for your own nefarious purposes." She clarified as she moved enough to grant him better access to her chest.
" Oh that," He grinned as he nipped at her lip. " Maybe. Are you complaining ?"
She grabbed his shirt and yanked it opened forcefully, sending buttons flying across the compartment.
" Not in the least. I just wanted to know if I should start keeping a suitcase handy."
He scooped her into his arms with little difficulty and walked them over to the full size bed at the rear of the cabin. " Blair, I think you might just be getting a charter membership in the mile high club."
Her heart skipped as he laid her gently down in the middle of the soft mattress. He towered over her, his knee resting against her hip as his teeth nipped at her neck.
She grabbed his shoulders, clutching him to her desperately. All of her senses flared to life as he held her against him and continued his assault on her body. All she could hear was the sound of his breath as it slid over her skin. All she could taste was the salty sweetness of his neck on her tongue. All she could see were the tightly corded muscles of his back as he hovered above her. All she could smell was his cologne along with that musky, raw aroma that was just Chuck. And all she could feel was his skin under her fingertips, the hairs on his legs as they brushed across her smooth ones, his warm, seeking hands as they glided over every inch of her.
He was still struggling with her shirt, his nimble fingers unable to deal with the tiny buttons in his haste to rid her of the garment. Finally he moved down her body and brought his mouth to the offending closure.
" Have I ever told you about my fantasy ?" He asked, his voice nothing more than a purr of pure sex.
" What fantasy ?" She gasped as he suckled her chest through her shirt.
" The one where I undress you with my teeth." He answered.
Her breath hitched as his wet mouth descended over her through the material and then he bit, breaking the threads of the button with his teeth.
" Oh God," She groaned as she writhed under him at the unexpected move.
He looked up at her with his customary grin before moving on to the next button in line.
By the time he was done, she was on the edge, ready to fall into oblivion and she realized, she still wasn't completely undressed.
He took a moment to tug the ruined blouse from her shoulders and tossed it to the floor in a discarded heap. Then he went to work on her skirt. He Adjusted her until she was on her side with him nestled behind her so he could get to the zipper that rested at her hip.
Again, after seeing the effect his show with her shirt had gotten him, he bent his head to her hip and grasped the tab of her zipper in his teeth. He slid it down with an aching slowness that made her chest ache with her need for him.
He was so different this time. So careful, so lingering, so utterly engrossed in every measured, careful movement. His hands rose up her sides, sliding over her ribs, fingers splayed as they rose to her breast. She threw her head back, bringing her arm around behind her so she could feel him.
His fingers played over the black lace of her bra as his thumb flicked her nipple through the fabric.
She ground into him, causing him to make a growling noise low in his throat. " Blair, " He sighed into her hair a moment before sliding his mouth down to the clasp of her bra. She felt his teeth scrap over her spine as he unhooked it carefully. Then his hands came up and drew the straps down her arms and off her body.
Suddenly, she was on her back again, squirming as his mouth latched onto first one nipple then the other.
He didn't linger there long, instead, he slid his long, lean length down until he was even with her thigh. He snaked his tongue out and dipped it under the edge of her stocking, following it around until he was settled between her legs and his mouth was grazing her inner thigh.
She sighed loudly and arched up again as he grasped the strap of her garter belt and bit it in two. Next, he hooked his tongue under her stocking and let his lips brush over her skin as he glided the nylon all the way down her leg. He stopped only briefly to nip at the back of knee. Then again to suckle at her ankle.
Her hands grasped at the blankets under her as he repeated the move with her other leg.
His hands were grasping her hips, urging her to raise up as his mouth moved back to her waist, deftly skirting over the one place she wanted him most. She whimpered at the feel of his warm breath over her panties and groaned when he ignored her and continued with his own plan.
She raised her hips into mouth at her urging and he grabbed her ruined garter belt with his teeth. Once it joined the rest of her demolished clothing on the floor, he came back to her hip. Letting his tongue slid under the thin strap of her black lace panties.
" Chuck, please. I really like those." She managed to moan before he could bite them in half.
" Oh, so do I. I promise not to destroy these." He chuckled and the combination of the sound of it and the feel caused her to writhe once again.
He continued to run his tongue under the band of her panties, following it along her hip, then down her pelvis until he was once again, hovering directly over her heat.
With his face inches away, he smiled up at her and let out a groan of his own. " God, I can feel how hot you are from here."
She found the back of his head with her hand and let her fingers run through his hair as she returned his devilish grin. " All because of you."
His pupils dilated, his eyes narrowed and suddenly he was diving between her legs. His teeth brushed her through the material and she gasped, raising her hips off the bed.
He clasped the material between his teeth as his fingers urged the panties off and away from her.
Then he was back again, letting his tongue run through her curls, down the bend of her leg, over her inner thigh, everywhere but where she wanted him, needed him most.
" Chuck, Please." She ground out between her teeth.
" Now, now," He told her, holding her hips back down to the bed with his hand. " You don't have to beg."
She felt his mouth against her as he spoke and she yelled his name to the ceiling.
Then his tongue delved inside her and she was crying out again. A moment later she was clutching his head hopelessly, pulling at his locks as his tongue swirled around her tight bundle of nerves, making her lose touch with all reality.
When she landed, falling back to the bed with a heavy thump, he was beside her, holding her tightly to his chest until her breathing struggled to return to something close to normal.
" God, I love you." She whispered into his neck as she nibbled at his flesh.
" I'll never get enough of seeing you like this." He told her, leaning his head back so she could reach more of his throat. " You have no idea what it does to me to know that I'm the only one that's ever touched you like, seen you so abandoned, so passionate."
She pushed him to the bed with a hand on his shoulder and moved over him, resting a knee on either side of his hips. She dipped her tongue to the hollow of his throat and let the feel of his stumble brush her against it.
He clutched at her, hissing through his clenched teeth as she took each of his nipples into her mouth and bit them carefully.
" Blair," Her name tumbled from his lips as she made her way down his chest, pausing to dip her tongue into his navel.
She unzipped his pants and yanked the button away almost violently.
In one motion, she snatched both his pants and boxers down.
He was still resettling his hips back to the bed when she took his entire length in her mouth, encasing him completely in the warm, moist softness.
His breath was harsh as his chest rose and fell in uneven pants when she slid him out of her mouth only to envelope him completely again.
His hands grabbed for her as he pulled back, taking himself out of her warmth. " Stop." He whined, his voice perilously close to breaking.
She raised up, drawing her body back along his length until her lips were over his. " What's wrong ?" She teased, " Can't you take it ?"
She cried out as she suddenly found herself under him. And then in another swift movement he was inside her, completely encased as far as her body would allow him. She shrieked in pleasure and felt her nails sink into his shoulders.
" What's wrong?" He groaned against her lips. " Can't you take it ?"
She fought for a snappy comeback but found herself unable to answer as he plunged into her again and again. Her breath came out in harsh rasps through her slacken lips.
Her eyes clenched closed involuntarily as her head fell back.
" No," He panted over her, stilling until she looked up at him. "Don't close your eyes. I want to see you."
She concentrated on holding her eyes opened, losing herself in the feel on him moving so deeply inside her and in the look in his eyes as he watched her, watching him.
Her release came on quickly, urged by his struggling gaze, and finally she wasn't able to hold his eyes any longer.
A moment later, she felt him tense as her name fell from his lips and he joined her.
It was completely unfair she decided as she struggled to keep her hands from the blindfold that was once again secured over her eyes. And she had done it to herself.
Her exact words, which had he so successfully thrown into her face just moments before, were ' Okay, you win this time. I'll play along'.
This was not what she had meant. She was definitely going to have to step up her game if this was going to become a habit for them. Chuck was not a man you said things to without carefully weighing them first.
He had put the scarf over her eyes before they ever left the plane and while she was reveling in the feel of his hand on the small of her back and her elbow as he guided her into the limo, she was hating the fact that she had no control over anything that was going on.
More than that she hated how much she loved him like this, so commanding, so in control, so forceful. She had never considered herself the type of woman that would go for the strong, dominate type of man. But God ! She couldn't contain the shivers that ran through her when he was like this.
The moment the car stopped she reached for the blindfold, but he stopped her before she got it even a fraction of an inch over her eyes.
" No, not yet." He whispered, stilling her hands. " I promise it will be worth the wait.
Then they were walking. The ground below her was definitely concrete and the air was cold. She wrapped her coat a bit tighter around her and snuggled more completely into his side.
" Did you have to pick somewhere cold ?" She asked a bit annoyed. " Couldn't you have whisked me off to Bermuda or Tahiti ?"
He laughed. " Next time. This time I needed spectacular."
" So we're some place spectacular ?" She queried, not expecting him to answer. " You know, I'd probably appreciate it more if I could witness the spectacle."
" You will. It's just a bit further. You'll manage." He assured her.
She resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going to get any further with him and decided to concentrate instead on her other senses.
She already knew it was cold. It was colder even than it had been in New York, so that must mean that had gone further North instead of south. She could hear people, crowds of people around her, so where ever she was, it was a popular destination, despite the frigid air.
There was a roaring. She had no idea what was causing it, but it very nearly drowned out all the rest of the noises around her and with each step they took, it got louder and more dominate. Very soon it became the only thing she could hear.
Then there was a dampness in the air that only made the chill more dominate and imposing.
Aspen, she thought. Maybe they were in Aspen. It would explain the cold, but not the dampness and not the concrete under her feet. It certainly didn't explain the roaring. Besides they hadn't been in the plane that long.
No, where ever this was, it was close to New York and cold and wet and loud. She had no idea why he would choose this as some sort of romantic destination. If that was what he had in mind, he had certainly missed the mark.
Then they stopped and she felt him turn her away from him. She could feel his chest nestled against her back, pulling her tightly into him. The roaring was almost deafening now. Blocking out all the other noises around them. He took her hands and placed over a cold, wet railing of some kind, folding her fingers around the metal until she held it firmly.
Then the blindfold was suddenly gone and the sight before her was beyond amazing.
Massive towers of plunging water fell over the jagged rock wall surrounding them creating a mist that brushed her face with an almost physical touch. They stood in a cage, directly over of the enormous falls in the middle of a bridge spanning two jutting rock formations.
She quivered and felt her face stretch into a smile so wide it nearly broke her face in half. Her heart pounded as she spied the brightly colored rainbow, glistening in the path of all the rushing water.
" Niagara Falls, " She gushed as she turned towards him breathlessly.
" I thought the noise would have given me away by now." He told her as he beamed back at her, clearly thrilled by her reaction.
She turned back to the falls and they stood together watching in silence for so long she almost lost all sense of time and place.
She felt transported and despite the crowds bustling around her, she felt that there was no one else in the world besides them and the glorious display of Mother Nature's power before them.
Chuck cleared his throat behind her, breaking the silence as he pulled her more securely into his chest.
" I brought you here with a purpose in mind."
" And what purpose was that ?" She asked as she buried her head against his shoulder, all thoughts of her injury completely erased.
" I'm giving you your moment, Blair. This is your happily ever after."
Her heart flipped in her chest, dropping all the way to bottom of her stomach before jumping back up into her throat. She couldn't form coherent words as she batted at the tears that were forming in her eyes as emotions overcame here.
He turned her towards him and drew her back into his chest as he found her eyes and held them steadily in his sincere, open gaze.
" Chuck, " She heard the words fall from her lips without realizing she had spoken them.
" I love you, Blair and I want to make this work. So I'm making you a promise right now." His voice wasn't the least bit shaky or uncertain as he spoke. " I promise to do everything I can to be exactly who you want me to be."
She stepped even closer to him, having to physically concentrate to make her legs move as she wanted them to. " No, Chuck."
He looked at her completely dumbfounded, taking an unconscious step back from her. " What ?"
" The only person I want you to be is you. I don't want some hero in a movie." She laced her hands around his shoulder and drew him down to her lips. " You are my romantic hero. You're Chuck Bass. And you're all mine. Who could ask for more than that ?"
The power of the feeling of his lips against hers almost caused her legs to fail her. If it weren't for his arms holding her upright she knew she would have fallen to the floor.
" I am, you know." He told her when they finally broke apart.
" You are what ?" She giggled as he turned her in his arms so she was again facing the awe-inspiring sight before her.
" Yours, all yours. I have been for a long time now." He answered with his face buried his in hair.
" Just like I'm yours." She sighed. " I love you. I just hope your man enough to handle that."
" Is that a challenge ?" He laughed.
" Yes, it is, Bass. I dare you to love me. Better yet," She grabbed his hands and held them even tighter around her waist. " I dare you to let me love you."
" Oh, you are so on, Waldorf." He agreed.