Ok ya'll, this is it! Thanks so much to everyone who has been reading and reviewing and enjoying this fic alongside with me. The ending is sudden, but i figured you all could guess what her response would be. So yeah, i hope u guys enjoy this final chapter and let me know what u think. Happy Readings!! xoxo

"So how did it go?" Chuck asked as he laid back in his bed, his shirt hanging open on his sides, his silky boxers offering an appetizing look at the lump on his crotch.

Blair sighed exhaustedly as she took a seat next to him. "It went. That's about all I can say."

"That bad, huh?" Chuck concluded as he sat up and crawled over to her side of the bed. He began rubbing her neck and shoulders softly, lovingly, tenderly.

"Mmm. That feels nice...i needed that," Blair groaned in pleasure as Chuck's hands began to work at the knots in her neck and back.

"So...do I have to force it out of you?" Chuck joked as he began trailing kisses down the side of her neck.

"Oooo," Blair moaned. "If this is your idea of torturing me into talking, then I plea the fifth."

Chuck laughed huskily against her throat, sending tantalizing vibrations against her skin. "Come now Waldorf. Just tell me real quick and I can get to giving you what you want."

"What I want? Isn't that your cock pressed up against my back? I think you want it just as much..."

Chuck flipped her onto her back and pressed his body against her as soon as the words left her mouth. His erection pressed intimately against her mound, the clothes barely a barrier to the heat and pulsing need beneath it all. Her hands automatically hooked behind his neck, bringing his lips closer to her own. "Don't worry, Bass, we got as good a blessing as we're ever gonna get. Nate was mad, but...whatever. I don't care. And Serena actually laughed and applauded when I told her."

Chuck grinned, his signature Chuck Bass smug smile as he brought his lips that small distance to her own, crashing on them desperately.

"Mm...you were gone so long...I missed you," he sighed into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lip gloss, feeling the warmth and velvetiness of her tongue. They had only been separated for a few hours and he already felt desperate and tormented. He couldn't get enough. Not six months ago, not now. He didn't just miss her body, but he missed her voice, her touch, her wit, her sass. He missed the entire package. This is what love is? Then what the hell was I so afraid of?

"Well, if this is how affectionate you are when I'm gone, I'll start staying out longer," Blair joked as she began pushing the shirt off his shoulders and easing her hands down to the waistband of his boxers.

"If you dare, I'll hunt you down and fuck you wherever you are," Chuck threatened, though the idea actually appealed to him. Yes. Maybe he would let her wander around. He could fuck her in restaurant bathrooms, dark clubs, lounges, and every other hidden corner of the city. Yes. He'd have to let her stray once in a while.

"Is that suppose to dissuade me from doing it?" Blair responded, reading his mind easily. Her thoughts just as depraved as his own.

Chuck laughed, "That's why I love you. You're as wild and wicked as I am."

"Yes. And because of that, it won't be fucking. We'll be making love," she teased as she stuck out her tongue at him and grabbed his cock in her hand.

He was about to complain, but the feel of her small yet strong grip wrapped like a glove around him erased any thoughts from his mind. Groaning in pleasure, Chuck flipped them over, laying back on the pillows with Blair mounted astride him.

His little vixen worked the power she knew she had over him, rubbing him methodically with her hand. She would bring him close to mind numbing pleasure and then slowed down her strokes and smile at him wickedly. Chuck felt his every nerve ending hanging by a thread. It was so amazing, but so infuriating all at once. He needed her. No time for games.

"Get on," he growled hotly. "Now!"

Blair squealed as his hands reached on to grasp her hips. "Patience. Not now." Her small hand reached out to grab his erection once again, but Chuck pulled away and grabbed her hand in his own instead.

Pulling her swiftly against him, he thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, showing her with his kiss what he meant to do with her body. Blair's resistance melted under him, her body becoming liquid, her hands falling to her side. Chuck took advantage of her dazed state and turned her onto her back. His hands quickly began stroking her body in long caresses, exciting her every nerve ending and turning himself on even further. She felt like home, so perfect and so right in his hands. He knew now that this was what was missing.

"Want me to slow down?" he asked as his hands slipped between her wet lips and began playing with her swollen clit. He rubbed and stroked gently, feeling it swell even further beneath his touch. His fingers found their way to her entrance and he teased her lightly, pulling in a few inches and then back out.

"No...noo...." Blair groaned as her hips thrust upward trying to pull him in deeper.

"Patience. Not now," Chuck teased, repeating the words she had told him minutes before.

"You're infuriating! I don't even want it," Blair pouted as she pulled her hips back and turned her head away.

She felt his weight shift over her, disappointed that he was moving away. "You don't, do you...?" Chuck asked, his signature smile evident in his voice.

She shook her head petulantly, trying to calm her breathing and feign sleep.

Breathe Blair. That's it. One. Two. Thre-

He rammed into her then, savagely, violently. Heavenly.

They both gasped and held their breaths.

She was incredibly tight around him. He was incredibly deep within her. It felt so right to have their bodies come together. It wasn't sex. It was so much more than that.

Oh God. Oh God. Blair thought as she felt his cock reach that wonderful distance further where they both lost control.

She was screaming, bucking, scratching her way to release. "Oh God, Oh God...Chuck."

Chuck felt like praying too. He needed patience. He needed control. God, what is it about this woman that drives me to within an inch of my sanity? Why this obsessive need to claim her, stake her, ravage her body hungrily?

"Chuck! More..more..oh please..." Blair continued her symphony of panting between pleasurable rant.

He wasn't one to keep a woman waiting. Especially not when that woman was Blair Waldorf. And especially not when Blair Waldorf was making all those erotic sounds against his ear. It would take a lifetime to forget the sounds of her breathy sighs and moans. The woman was engraved into his very heart and soul.

And so he sped up then. Because she wanted him to. Because he wanted to. He thrust into her harder and faster. He was sweating. She was having a hard time breathing. His hands reached between their bodies and he began to rub her clit as he maintained his neck breaking pace. He could feel her body fluttering and the high piercing scream just before she climaxed in a frenzied break.

The throbbing feel of her walls around him, the wetness of her orgasm drenching him, were all too much for him to contain himself any longer. He found his rhythm then, that slow and forceful thrust that always took him over the edge. And that's just where he landed.

"That...was...amazing..." Blair breathed against his ear as he lay spent and comatose on top of her.

Chuck simply nodded, too exhausted to speak.

"Bass...I love you and all, but I can't breath," Blair joked as she squirmed beneath him.

Chuck laughed lightly as he slid out and off her, planting himself firmly on the bed next to her.

"You know I was thinking..." Chuck stated after a few moments of silence in which they were both fighting to come back down to earth.

"Yeah...?" Blair sighed as she snuggled closer to him and placed her head against his chest. His heart pounding beneath her ear was mesmerizing. Heavenly.

"I want to have a baby with you."

Blair froze beneath him.

"I want to marry you."

Blair gasped as she sat up in bed.

"I want it all and so much more with you."