The Twelve Days of Christmas:

Bassian Style

On the First Day…

"Merry Christmas, Charles!"

Chuck Bass suddenly found himself sandwiched between Lily van der Woodsen and Eleanor Waldorf-Rose. And not one to be left out, the diminutive form of Cyrus Rose added himself to the pile. A year of marriage, of family life, Chuck had still not grown accustomed to such exhibitions. To think, brunch was just beginning.

"Excuse me!" Blair appeared, hands on her hips. The stunning red Reem Acra dress she worn was festive, but where his wife was concerned, Blair always appeared to him as a siren.

The elegant horde released him.

"Blair!"
"You look wonderful!"
"There's my turtledove!"

With a cacophony of love, the trio moved to envelope Blair, whose scowl melted into a smile. Chuck smiled at his family, smoothing is clothes after the onslaught. He turned back to see Harold and Roman greeting Dr. van der Woodsen. This was their family gathering this year, with Serena and Dan having left this morning for peace and sunlight elsewhere.

He took a seat, sitting back as family he never imagined having gathered around him, telling stories, laughing, full of warmth and smiles. Chuck's life had grown through such dark times to reach this point. And in the new year, it would grow even more, if Blair's early Christmas present had any say in it. She'd been open in sharing the thoughts and feelings she'd been having since her birthday, and he returned that openness.

When she had thrown away her birth control, it had given Chuck a wonderful idea for a way to enjoy the Christmas season this year. Beginning today.

Cyrus was in the middle of one of his riveting tales when Chuck slipped away to the bar to refresh his scotch. Blair was soon next to him, her fingers lacing with his.

"Dorota should almost be done preparing brunch." She murmured.

"Mm, I think we should check everything is fine." Setting his glass on the bar, they quietly disappeared from the living room.

Dorota was bustling around the kitchen, the warm room full of delicious smells, everything perfectly ordered, though the maid still grumbled in Polish as she worked.

Blair fingered a pile of beautiful napkins and sighed, "Dorota. This are not the correct napkins for the place settings. It was to be the gold with red set, not the gold set."

The maid apologized and tottered out of the kitchen to scour the deep linen closet.

Chuck pulled Blair across the kitchen. "How did you know?"

"Know?" Blair's voice was light. "With you, it's simply intuition when you're having mischievous ideas."

Opening the pantry door open, Chuck defended, "I'd say more deviant…"

The pantry closet was about the size of most people's walk-in closets. Most peoples. Not Blair's, but most peoples. She stepped inside, an eyebrow raised in challenge. Grabbing his lapel, she pulled him in with a kiss, the door closing shut behind them.

His hands were pushing up the fabric of her long dress. She breathed against his ear, "Dorota could be back any moment."

"Then I suggest you stay quiet."

Blair had pushed his trousers open and raked her nails along the length of him. "Not just a problem I have, though I love this game."

"I love you."

"I love you." She whispered back as he kissed her again.

Her arms slid around his neck, his hands slipping around her thighs to grab her ass. A finger hooked her silky underwear aside and with a collective breath, he buried himself in his wife.

The pleasure they found in each other never dulled. Their amazing connection never failed to surprise him, physically or mentally. His voice was deep though he whispered, "You're always so wet for me."

"Side effect of being in the same room as you," she whispered back before catching his earlobe between her teeth.

He thrust that much harder in response. To urge him on, Blair leaned back more against the shelves, grasping the one above her head. The sight of her could have sent him over. But he was a man on a mission as her pushed into her glorious heat again. And again.

"Come, Blair. Or do you want to be caught?" He taunted her though he struggled to speak, to keep his voice low. "That door would open and they'd find you with your dress up, flushed, me buried deep in you. Would that send you over?"

"Chuck." Her voice was strained, "You're so big…"

She panted and closed her eyes tight, shaking her head as he felt her come. The tightness of her made his balls ache as he held on just a little longer. His eyes rolled back with the effort of it.

Then her mouth was on his, hungry and demanding. Her bliss had cleared enough to make her remember what she wanted. Him. The very essence of him. She wanted to carry his child.

But first she needed him to spill himself.

The thought made him lose it.

With an undoubtedly bruising force, his fingers dug into her ass, the pressure released with her tightness draining him. As they caught their breath, he had no doubt they were having the same thought. How naughty to imagine she could conceive while they sat at the table for Christmas brunch with their family gathered round.

When Dorota returned to the kitchen, piled high with the correct napkins, she found them sneaking a taste of the buche de noel Roman and Harold had made the day before. Chuck held Blair's hand as the maid clucked them from the room.

For the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, an orgasm in the pantry.

A very hasty write, but I hope it was a fun treat! My dear Asian!Chuck gave me the idea this morning and I sneaked it in during the holiday fun. How much inspiration my husband was, I'll just leave to your imagination, lol. He'd turn red if he knew I just wrote that -_^ Hope you all have been having a lovely holiday season. xoxo