[1 year in the life of Blair, Chuck and Henry ♡ this chapter: trying for Bass baby number 2 heats up, Valentine's day brings out the romantic in everyone, and Henry learns what real love is all about ♡ rated e ♡ prev chapter]
a/n: sooo I didn't mean to leave this fic for over a year, I'm so sorry but I hope to have the next chapter up sooner and ty for ur patience, I hope u enjoy!! also remember I'm trying my best to write smut sksfjksk happy valentine's day besties 😌😌
chapter 2- February (a month to love loudly and wildly)
Warm water drips from Blair's skin as her senses return, fingers sliding against the glass behind her. Her breathing and body are heavy, the latter anchored by Chuck's arms around her waist or else she'd be on the shower floor. With a sigh she presses her face into his neck, nuzzling softly before bringing her hand to rest on his own.
"We should probably get out of here before I turn into a prune" she says, lifting her head up to look at her free hand and wrinkling her nose at what she sees, "or any more like a prune" she amends.
Chuck hums into her hair, "we're always telling Henry how important it is to eat well-" he teases, holding her waist as he kneels down, "I can't be a hypocrite, now can I?"
Blair laughs softly, running her hands through his hair, "well when you put it like that-oh!"
Her head tips back against the glass, her legs parting to allow Chuck enough room. She pants as his tongue finds her folds, screwing her eyes shut as he laps softly over her. Once again the only thing keeping her knees from buckling is her husband's grip on her waist, the familiar indent of his wedding ring on her skin absent as it currently rests next to hers on the countertop, and she finds herself arching against his mouth, his hold never wavering even as her legs shake with pleasure.
"You know," she gasps, "this isn't helping us conceive our baby"
"While that's very true," he murmurs, kissing his way up to her clit, "I think that we've earned a momentary distraction"
Blair purrs as he sucks her clit, then replaces his tongue with his finger and strokes in tight circles. Her focus is fading, her body growing warm and heavy, but still she can't surrender to one of her husband's many talents yet. No matter how much she yearns to.
"Given how-oh- soon I got pregnant with Henry-" she moans, pressing herself firmly against Chuck's mouth, "I was hoping we could do the same this time"
"And we'll do what we can. But for now..."
Blair gasps, fingers just managing to get a solid grip on Chuck's hair before her orgasm sweeps through her. Then, her limbs are like liquid, Chuck's arms are back around her waist, and she happily leans against the glass so she doesn't slide into a puddle on the shower floor. With a sigh she leans forwards and, without opening her eyes, kisses her husband, their lips moving on instinct.
Eventually, once her legs work and the water has drained away, Blair steps out into Chuck's waiting arms, wrapping her robe around herself as he does his. They slide each other's wedding rings back on, Chuck kissing her fingers afterwards, before settling into their usual morning routine. It's a familiar kind of domesticity, but Blair still relishes every second of it. Stealing a glance at Chuck combing his hair out she can't wait for her next opportunity to mess it up.
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"Do you think Dan would find red for Valentine's too cliché?" Serena says, coming out of the changing room and turning for the mirror.
"I think Dan shouldn't care about what you're wearing and want to tear it off regardless" Blair replies, idly setting a pair of heels in her 'no' pile.
Serena groans, "B! This is our first holiday since we got engaged, and I want it to be perfect"
"So go to Agent Provocateur first and then we can come back later"
Serena sticks her tongue out, heading back behind the curtain. Blair discreetly pulls her phone out as she hears the zipper whoosh down, and taps out a quick text to Chuck that she should still be able to make their late afternoon rendezvous if Serena doesn't keep procrastinating. The reply comes back almost instantly.
My office or yours?
She grins unashamedly, crafting her response when the curtain slides open again.
"I would ask who you're texting" Serena starts, holding her hair up to look at the back of an entirely different red dress, "but you've got Chuck face"
Blair hums, "and you're choosing a Dan dress"
"Point taken" Serena's eyes flicker over to her in the mirror, "do I want to know what's got you smiling like that"
"It's nothing," Blair pockets her phone, smile still on her lips, "we're just..." she chooses her words carefully, "talking about having another baby"
Serena's squeal could be heard in the outer boroughs, "ohh B! I'm so happy for you!"
"I'm not even pregnant yet" Blair laughs into Serena's shoulder, "but thank you S"
"I guess I don't have to ask what you and Chuck are doing for Valentine's day then?" she teases.
"Actually Chuck's planning something and he refuses to tell me what it is, but" Blair grins slyly, 'I can tell you how it'll end-"
Serena clamps her hands over her ears, "I'm good"
"You should go with the first dress" Blair hums, going back to their main task for their lunch break, "now onto Agent Provocateur. I've got a husband to torture into telling me his Valentine's plans"
The curtain muffles Serena's groan.
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Their house is still, Henry long since tucked into bed and sound asleep. The only light in their room is the soft glow of their lamps, casting the walls in warmth, mirroring the warmth radiating from their bed, their limbs carelessly tangling. Blair lazily traces her fingers over Chuck's bare chest, nuzzling into his shoulder. It's a moment of much needed peace.
"I told Serena we were thinking about having another baby yesterday" she murmurs into his skin.
"Did you tell that we considered conceiving this baby in her old bedroom?"
Blair playfully smacks his chest. He smirks.
"You didn't tell me you wanted to play rough" he says, running his hand down her back to palm her backside.
"And you didn't tell me you wanted to be punished" she says sweetly, lifting her head up to meet his gaze, "but I am sorry I didn't tell you about Serena last night"
He kisses her softly, their banter put on hold, "you said thinking, not trying, so it's not as if she's going to tell everyone. Besides, this could work in our favour"
"How so?"
"Because now we can complete your list"
Blair flushes, "you remembered that?"
It feels like something from a lifetime ago. When they decided to try for Henry she came up with a list of places they could conceive him, just for the two of them to know. They ended up conceiving him on their first anniversary, so they never had the chance to really start it, and she mostly forgot about it. Until now.
"Of course I remembered it" Chuck responds, bringing Blair back to the present, "and now we have the perfect excuse to finish it"
"Well Serena can't exactly complain about us leaving anywhere early since she knows" Blair ponders, resting her chin on Chuck's shoulder, "and I might have some new ideas to add to it"
"Am I allowed to contribute to this as well?"
She hums, "maybe. Although surely you need to spend your time on our Valentine's plans?"
Chuck laughs into her hair, "if you can't bribe me with the finest Agent Provocateur has to offer, then what makes you think you can now?"
Now it's Blair's turn to smirk, lifting her head to whisper her bargain into the shell of his ear. Chuck merely lifts an eyebrow, challenge in his eyes. Then, with an unceremonious squeal, she's on her back again, Chuck's lips on her neck and her hands in his hair. Maybe peace is overrated.
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Although Valentine's day hasn't always been Blair's favourite holiday, this year she finds herself much happier about the candy-coloured coating that's descended on Manhattan. It helps that Chuck has the best wingman, meaning her day started with Henry holding a bouquet of peonies almost bigger than he is and proudly telling her he loves her even more than he loves Monkey, which she doesn't take for granted.
But now, now it's time for just her and Chuck, and, judging by the silk blindfold that rests around her eyes, it's going to be far less cute than her morning. Just like she wanted.
"Is it Victrola?" Blair asks, trying to see if her powers of perception still work.
"No" is Chuck's smooth reply, and, apparently, the word of the evening as it's been his response to all of her guesses.
"Something in Central Park? I hear the Bethesda Fountain is very romantic" she teases.
"Very true, but no"
Blair hums, "is it a wonderful evening with the man I love ending in even more wonderful sex?"
She can hear his smirk, "your powers of perception are still truly astounding"
The limo comes to a stop, and Blair instinctively reaches for Chuck's hands. She curls her fingers around his just as the door opens, Chuck's body shielding her from the cool air. With a surprising amount of grace she finds her balance, and carefully walks forwards. It's hard to tell how far they go, despite her best efforts to count her steps, and she tries not to overthink it. The cold air dissipates and Blair can tell they're inside now, her heels clacking against a vaguely familiar sounding floor yet she can't quite place it. Chuck halts, and there's the ding of an elevator being called, before gently pulling her inside.
"Have I just walked through a public building wearing a blindfold?" she muses, confident that they're alone.
"Technically yes"
"Technically?"
"Parts of the building are public, but not where we are"
"What a shame" she teases, "you know how much I love public"
"There's still time" he drawls in her ear as the elevator comes to a stop.
Their hands easily find each other again, her body instinctively relaxing as Chuck leads her forwards. The floor is different here, her heels quieter, and she just about makes out the swipe of a keycard, then the creak of a door opening. She steps forwards, still expertly guided by Chuck, until he releases one of her hands to reach behind her and shut the door, the two of them finally alone. He stays behind her, hands drifting over her waist, making their way up her body until he reaches her head. The blindfold flutters gracefully to the floor, landing just in front of her toes.
Blair takes a breath before opening her eyes, the sight she's greeted with making her heart swell.
Chuck's former suite at The Palace has been transformed into an ancient Roman bacchanal, candles casting flickers of light across the deep crimson drapery. Pristine white silk sheets cover the bed, tempting her nearer. As she moves she sees the chilling champagne next to bottles of wine, along with glinting trays overflowing with food, everything from pastries to tarts to cream to berries to caramel, now understanding why their dinner with Henry was so minimal. Fresh peonies line the room, their pink petals contrasting the red roses scattered around.
Chuck comes up behind her, resting his hands on her waist and kissing just below her ear.
"I would've taken you to Tuscany" he muses against her skin, "but Henry said it would be too cold this time of year"
"Oh really? And did he have any other advice?"
"Perhaps" he nudges them towards the bed, the Cartier box a stark contrast to the sheets.
"Well he does have excellent taste" Blair turns in his arms, "and a wonderful role model"
"I can't take all the credit" Chuck replies, running his palm up her arm and back down again, "he gets his love of diamonds from you"
Her face lights up, "did you say diamonds?"
He laughs softly, kissing her for the first time in two hours, her palm cupping his face and his hands holding her waist as they effortlessly shift towards the bed. Her free hand slides down his chest, fingers teasing the buttons of his suit jacket, before deftly pulling away and breaking their kiss, eyes shining with a scheme.
"Do you want your gift now?" Blair purrs, turning them so Chuck's legs press against the mattress, a silent invitation for him to sit.
"And here I thought I already was already getting it" he drawls, unbuttoning his jacket and casually sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Oh you are" Blair hums, reaching around to unzip her Marchesa dress, "but you still need to unwrap it"
She doesn't take the look of awe in his eyes for granted, happily soaking in the way he lazily drags his gaze over her body as if he hasn't done it a million times. Especially lately. But it's still a gift in itself to watch his eyes fill with love and lust, to watch his fingers slowly reach up to trace the band of her stocking, to watch his lips part so slightly, so perfectly, just for her.
With ease she positions herself on his lap, deliberately pressing against the thankfully already hard bulge there, and lets him decide what to do first. Her lips hover over his as he delicately slides his hands over her ribcage, finding the hooks on the back of her Agent Provocateur Seraphina bra and effortlessly undoes them, letting the straps fall down her arms before pulling it off entirely, not caring where it lands. His hands find her breasts before his eyes, which are still focusing on her own, do, and Blair finds herself gasping softly as he strokes her nipples.
She brings her hands up to curl into the back of his head as he leans forwards, idly kissing his way across her collarbone and down her skin. Contrary to her expectations he lets his lips rest where her heart thrums, his hands on her body, her skin already sparking all over, ready to combust. His thumbs tuck into her panties, pulling them as much as he can from his position. Blair reluctantly stands, giving him much better access to slide her underwear down her stocking clad legs.
Chuck runs his hands down her thighs, gracefully getting on his knees to roll her stockings down and slip her heels off. Then, there is nothing more to do, and he looks up at her with such adoration it makes her ache. He stands so they're level, or as level as they can be with her bare feet, and gives her one final appraisal, smirk curling on his lips.
"Perfect, as usual. Although..." he trails off.
She knows him too well to truly be annoyed, but it still creeps its way into her voice as she asks, "although what?"
Chuck doesn't answer, instead reaching across to the Cartier box she definitely didn't forget about, and opening it, the diamond necklace catching the candlelight beautifully.
"It's beautiful" she murmurs, moving her hair and turning without instruction.
"Nothing" Chuck says, gently placing it around her neck, kissing her nape softly after he closes the clasp, "is more beautiful than you"
Blair turns back around, pretending her eyes aren't misty, "and no-one is more romantic than you"
With that they kiss again, Blair trying to undress him at the same time. They work in tandem, discarding his tie and jacket and shirt, Blair taking particular pleasure in unzipping his pants, letting her palm playfully linger on his boxers.
Eventually they make their way onto the bed, Blair on his lap once more, except this time they're finally horizontal, and starving in more ways than one. Her fingers catch the flakes of pastry that fall from Chuck's lips as she graciously accepts her own slice of fruit tart, swiping the cream off her own lips with her thumb. Chuck catches it, holding her gaze as he licks it off, her squirming in his lap only encouraging them further.
Blair reaches for the jug of caramel, happily letting her husband guide her hands to pour it generously down her breasts. Chuck lets it drip off her breasts onto his tongue, before lapping up to her nipples, repeating the process as he tips the jug again.
"Don't be selfish, my love" Blair chides from above him as he lets it run down her stomach, scooping it onto her hand, "there won't be any left for me" she pretends to pout, licking it off her fingers.
Chuck's eyes glint, his palm gliding down her stomach to rest at the apex of her thighs "there's always something else for you to try"
"We don't want to waste it though"
"Oh trust me" he dips his fingers underneath to find her wet folds, "this isn't a waste"
He brings his fingers back out, Blair's cheeks warming at how slick they are, but the sight isn't unfamiliar. The taste isn't either. She lets him lick the last of the caramel off her in exchange, before kissing him slowly, her tongue finding his and letting the taste of then both come together as one.
Impatience lingers between their lips, the theatre of their bacchanal momentarily on hold for a different kind of show. Chuck runs his hands down to her hips, gently guiding her backwards. She moans, leaning back to lower herself fully onto him, steadying herself with her palms on his chest. As he fills her she gasps softly, as if this hasn't happened approximately twenty times in the last week. But it doesn't matter, not really. Not when it feels like this.
Blair moves her hips in time with him, the rhythm unspoken as always but somehow in their bodies. She leans forwards again, the diamonds around her neck aglow in the candlelight and refracting around the room, to kiss him. Chuck, forever in tune with her, leans to meet her halfway, to wrap his arms around her waist, to have her and hold her for as long as she needs. Their kisses are messy, raw, like the rest of them. It's perfection.
"Chuck" she gasps against his lips, her body almost trembling and she knows what's next, "oh-" she curses loudly, her mind growing hazy.
His fingers somehow find her clit, and she's too close to think of when or how and instead falls head first into her orgasm, happily letting him lead her to it. Even in her euphoric state she still thinks of him, still makes sure to flutter and pulse around him to push him to the same place as her. He follows with a grunt of her name, and kisses to her neck, then her name softer, awestruck.
They messily tangle in the bed, Blair resting her glowing face on his chest. His hands stroke her hair, contentment washing over them both.
Blair reluctantly remembers she has some real washing to do, kissing him once before attempting to stand on still shaky legs. She watches Chuck catch his breath for a second, enjoying the sight of his messy hair and damp skin. Her life is so beautiful, she thinks as she makes her way to the bathroom, and this is, hopefully, only the start.
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Henry likes the late afternoon. The sun casts everything in an orange glow, making Manhattan seem brighter despite the wintery weather. It also means that his parents stop working for the day and can do much more important things, like play with him and read to him and cuddle him. He especially looks forwards to the last one.
Which is why, as Blair rounds the stairs, phone still in her hand but with work calls decidedly on silent and forwarded to her assistant, she finds his beaming face in the downstairs playroom, toys instantly forgotten.
"Mommy!" he calls, running up to her and giggling as she picks him up.
"There's my Henry" she sighs, snuggling him up, "did you have fun with Leo?"
Henry nods, his best friend's pre-school being closed for snow allowing them to spend the afternoon together under Dorota's watchful eye, "we played cars and I drew you"
Blair gasps excitedly, "you drew me? Can I see it?"
She sets him down so he can collect his masterpiece, Blair sitting next to him on the floor to look over it. Although it's mostly scribbles, a rough shape of her surrounded by hearts and butterflies, it's the most beautiful thing she's seen.
"It's gorgeous" she exclaims, kissing his head and pulling him into her lap, "I have quite the little artist on my hands"
"Like the museum people? The impessanists?"
She laughs, their visits to the MET not quite paying off yet, "yes, just like them. Now, I do have a secret mission if you're up for it"
Henry turns serious, secret missions with her being one of his favourite things, "what is it?"
"Do you want to surprise daddy at work with me?"
Henry grins, "yeah"
Blair mirrors him, "perfect. Now this is very secret, so we'll need your best spying coat. Dorota!"
The two of them manage to make it to The Empire in good time, despite Henry's resistance to the first coat Dorota brought him which was fixed suspiciously quickly with the promise of extra dessert at dinner. Still, Blair was willing to make whatever deal was necessary for the sake of romance.
They stroll through the lobby hand in hand, the staff greeting them both. Henry tries to pull her to the elevator, but for the sake of secrecy Blair insists they take the stairs, meaning she has to carry him the whole way, which is far better received than the coat.
Thankfully Chuck's office isn't far, Blair walking the familiar twisting path around to the private area of the floor, and they are quickly met by Chuck's secretary, her eyes lighting up at the familiar faces.
"Mrs Waldorf-Bass, Henry! Mr Bass didn't tell me you were coming"
"Daddy doesn't know" is Henry's whispered response, accepting the candy she slips him.
"We thought we'd surprise him" Blair continues, "he doesn't have anything scheduled for now"
"No, no he doesn't. Do you want me to buzz you in?"
"That's alright. Come on Henry"
He waves goodbye, Blair smiling softly at his manners, before crossing the short distance to Chuck's office doors. It's not as large as the Bass Industries office in The Palace, but she knows sometimes he prefers this one, the first place he could truly make his own. There's silence on the other side, so Blair puts her fingers to her lips, Henry copying, and pushes it open.
Chuck doesn't register the door opening for a moment, looking over blueprints spread across his desk, pen between his fingers, jacket undone. She falls in love with him again, somehow, every time she sees him, and this time is no exception.
"Are those blueprints really that interesting?" she muses from the doorway, enjoying the way he's so caught off guard.
"Wha-"
"Surprise!" Henry calls, eagerly running over to him, immediately climbing into his lap.
Chuck kisses his cheek, "hello to you too. And what prompted this surprise?" he asks Blair, who's drifted over to her boys, perching on his desk.
"I just wanted to see you" she replies simply, taking his hand between her own, "and I didn't want to wait"
Henry nods, "waiting bad"
"Waiting very bad" Chuck agrees, bringing Blair's hand to his lips to kiss, "especially when it's for people you love"
"Oh really?" Blair teases, "so you weren't content to sit here for another hour without us?"
"Never" Chuck husks, pulling her down to kiss, "if I could be with you both all day you know I would"
"I would too" Blair says softly, kissing him again.
Henry doesn't bat an eye, already accustomed to his parents' affection for each other. This feeling of being surrounded by pure love isn't unusual, rather he sees what it means to be in love everyday, and his parents couldn't be more grateful.
fanfics are one of the best things that humanity has come up with. i fucking love reading stories about my favorite characters from people who have the same brainrot as me
→ “Look, easy, Socrates. What we’re entitled to is a trust fund, maybe a house in the Hamptons, a prescription drug problem. But happiness does not seem to be on the menu.”
the fact that gossip girl really had florence and the machine perform an acoustic version of cosmic love at a random party and didn't even use it for a chuck and blair scene will haunt me forever
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