Title: Two Beautiful Strangers

Chapter 14: Hook Line and Sinker

Author: Ellibells

Summary: Chuck Bass is a womanizer, Blair Waldorf is a powerful women. When two complete strangers meet in a bar, it can surely only be the buzz of alcohol that causes a tingling sensation when they touch? AU. Chuck and Blair have never met. T rated initially but will turn into an M in future chapters. Happy Ending.

A/N: I am sorry I have kept you all waiting for 2 weeks but I have had writers block and a very stressful few weeks of college. It is sooo sunny today in England! I could be outside but I am inside giving you this update! But I love you all so it is worth it! The time has come! I left out the smut on this one and the last because I wanted a smooth, fluffy ending :') *sobs* and I hope you enjoy this and remember the Chair we all used to love and are hoping for eventually. I have even named this last chapter, the only chapter I have name in this fic, i'm getting all sentimental here! :')

It has been a pleasure reading all your lovely reviews and words, it has been a pleasure writing this story and although this is not how I intended the story to play out, it is what it is and maybe it was meant to be :) Please do enjoy and THANK YOU.

ps. bit of a jump into the future nearing the end.

Disclaimer: For the FINAL time... I don't own GG unfortunately for me :)

"I held up my end of the bargain. Now it's your turn." Carter glared as he rubbed his sore lip.

"Not until you tell me how you did it?" The blonde bargained with raised eyebrows as she held the envelope in her hand at a distance so he was unable to reach.

"I did as you asked; pushed them together. I forced Blair's hand and she took the bate. She may know a little more about dear old Chuck's bitter past than necessary but it's done." He assured he sauntered around the room a little.

"How do I know it's worked? She might just run in the opposite direction again!" Serenade flailed as Carter laughed lightly.

"Because I know Blair can't resist temptation and she will do anything to get what she wants, even if that means saving him from himself and sacrificing her own beliefs."

"This doesn't make us even. What you stole from Blair can never be replaced. Even this isn't enough to forget the deceit you caused. But Blair is happy, Chuck makes her happy." She swore then finally putting the envelope in his reach, trying to give any justification why she had done this.

"A one-way flight to Monaco. I never want to see you again, don't come back, Carter." She threatened before handing over the white envelope and leaving the secluded room and the quite bar of milling nobodies.

xoxo

One minute she was in his arms and the next she was in his bed again, under his body and full of his touches.

"Chuck..." Blair whispered just because she could. Because she wanted to hear him name on her lips.

"Blair?" He whispered back against the skin of her bare chest as they lay in each others arms.

"Why me?..." she almost begged, as she ran her hands through his hair as his head rested against her chest so he was able to hear her heart beat.

He contemplated the answer she may want but then opted for the only answer he could think of that would possibly satisfy them both.

"Because you're you. And I'm me." He answered simply, tightening his grasp on her waist as he left innocent butterfly kisses against her chest and her neck.

"What do we do now?" She replied, somewhat satisfied by his choice of answer.

"Stay locked in here for the foreseeable future?" he suggested, propping himself on his elbow as he smirked.

His welcoming smile made Blair run her soft painted fingers against his lower lip and across his newly stubbled chin.

"Can Chuck Bass really commit to a real relationship?... Because if you can't, let me go now." She doubted for a moment, the fear in her eyes forcing him to pull her to him.

Taking his free hand, he pulled her flushed cheeks into his palm and ran his thumb against the expanse of her rosy cheekbone.

"You're Blair Waldorf and I love you." He swore as their eyes met.

"Whatever this is, it's real and I'm not going anywhere... I don't think I could even if I wanted to." He added as he took her lips in his; Blair melting to his touch once more.

"Does this mean I've hooked myself a Bass?" She grinned charmingly against his lips as he drew back to look at her.

"Hook..." kiss "line..." kiss "sinker..." he laughed lightly against her this time as he reclaimed her lips and they fell back into his pillows.

As he kissed his way down her neck, over her chest, down the valley of her breasts and paying attention to her stomach, Chuck abruptly stopped after Blair whimpered and buried her hands encouragingly in his brown locks.

"Don't stop!" She moaned with a cheeky smirk as he looked up from her naked body with an evil grin.

"It just dawned on me that we have the rest of our lives to do this." He shrugged with a smile, leaving his ministrations lost as he scooted next to her, draping his hand across her flat stomach as he propped himself on his elbow once again.

"Pardon?" Her eyes shot wide as she observed the perfectly relaxed naked figure next to her.

"I said, we have the rest if our lives to be doing this." He noted again.

The surprised look on her face like a child denied candy make his stomach flip. It was as if the last few weeks had been washed away and they had known nothing else but happiness.

It was foreign to him. This feeling of completeness and the willingness to spend time with a woman doing things other than laying them. She really was one of a kind; the only who could ever give the possibility of making Chuck Bass consider settling down and for the first time in his life, with her, he wasn't scared, he wasn't numb.

"We are 12 hours into our relationship and you are already denying me?" She laughed in a worried tone.

"I would never deny you. You're too insatiable. But you do owe me breakfast, remember?"

"No I do not." She announced quickly.

"If I recall, a few weeks ago you begged me to make breakfast with you but it didn't go according to plan and well, I want to start again." He smiled, kissing her neck before he pulled back to pout.

"Waffles." Blair bargained, unable to resist his perfect pout and those deep brown orbs.

"Pancakes."

Chuck smirked knowing he was already victorious.

"What if Nate comes in and he catches us in a compromising position?..." She teased.

"What sort of compromising position would you be referring to?" He asked charmingly as he whispered against her ear, nipping the lobe as he did so.

"Oh I don't know... I could be prancing around in your shirt and oops! I spill maple syrup down my chest by accident and you happen to be there to clean me up?" She shrugged as she kissed his nose before pulling away from him and standing.

He watched her as she stole his discarded shirt from last night which lay on the floor before retreating to the bathroom, watching her perfect arse and breasts bounce as she disappeared, nearly eliciting a groan from him as his groin tightened a little.

"Minx". He muttered to himself before she reappeared a few moments later with his shirt hanging huge against her petit frame but looking absolutely perfect.

Throwing him his robe, she strolled out of the room throwing him a quick wink.

xoxo

"Do you know how to make pancakes?" Blair asked expectantly as she stood next to the open fringe with one hand on her hip and the other on the fridge door.

The sight of her in his shirt made his blood boil and the satisfaction of seeing her sleek, bare legs below her covered upper half made him want to grab her and take her right then and there but he wouldn't. He loved watching her.

"No idea." He laughed lightly as she shook her head and finally turned to the fridge.

"Well I have no idea! I have people who do this for me! What do you recommend we do?" she shrugged with little confidence as she turned from the fridge with no advance on her knowledge.

"That's what iPhones are for." Chuck waved victoriously as he tapped way on the pad.

Rolling her eyes playfully at his unorganised ways, she approached him at the breakfast bar. From behind she let her arms slink around his broad chest as her face placed on his shoulder letting her lips leave curious kisses against his neck and shoulder.

"Could I have this treatment every morning?" He moaned as she nipped his neck.

"That depends." She teased as she moved around him to sit on his lap.

"On what?" He raised his eyebrows in question as she began to run her nimble fingertips curiously across his stubbly cheeks as he paused from his search.

"Whether the favour gets returned..."

"Oh... I think that could be arranged..." he teased back as he pulled her lips hastily against his in a firm kiss that sent her dizzy.

She could stay locked in his arms forever but as if on cue, her stomach rumbled loudly and she pulled away to see Chuck grinning.

The image of what she saw that previous night flashed in her mind but then she remembered; Chuck didn't see the file. Not her about her health anyway and although she let a sigh of relief leave her with a smile, she felt something inside of her change.

The only person she shared secrets with was Serena and Dorota. She kept her personal affairs to herself yet being so comfortable and safe in his presence, Blair felt like she had known this all her life. She wouldn't stop herself sharing things with Chuck even if she wanted to.

"I think that return will have to wait!" Chuck smiled as he kissed Blair on the temple and helped her up.

"We need eggs, flour and buttermilk." He order as Blair chirped up and pulled Chuck to the fridge with her.

Chuck couldn't resist his hand playfully colliding with her barely covered arse and he chuckled a little, watching his actions elicit a squeal from Blair.

Laughing lightheartedly, Blair turned to Chuck with a gleaming smile and prodded him firmly in the chest.

"Paybacks a bitch, Bass!" Blair laughed evilly as she threw Chuck a threatening eyebrow which only made Chuck laugh more.

It was music to her ears as he laughed. A melody to her as he held her waist when they stirred the mixture, when flour was thrown anywhere and everywhere, dusting their faces, when they had to fish shell from the egg out of the mixture because Chuck didn't know how to successfully crack an egg, when they forgot to put butter in the pan and burnt the first pancake, when they did this once a month, every month…

xoxo

The recipe stayed the same and so did the laughter but the propositions always changed. Chuck always kept his word and returned the favour but this time; the favour was more precious than it had ever been.

"Chuck? Have you seen my underwear?" Blair called from their bedroom as Chuck smirked.

He never got tired of hearing or voice or seeing her prance around in his shirt, panties or no panties. Truthfully, Chuck Bass had never been so happy.

"I think they got lost in transit! You won't be needing them anyway!" He called back knowing full well she could hear the smirk in his voice.

As she searched in their bedroom, Chuck nimbly used the pancake batter to spell out a request in the hot buttered pan.

"Waldorf! I need some assistance!" He called.

Within a few second she pranced out in his purple shirt, a familiar sight that never got old for Chuck, not even after years.

"Have you burnt the pancakes again? How do you manage it every time? What happened to, I can do anything, 'I'm Chuck Baaasss-'" she mocked as she stepped in front of him to inspect the damage but as she did, her mouth in the shape of an 'O' as she took in the sight before her.

"Bass..." Blair warned, unable to turn to look at his face just yet but allowing him to place his head against her barely covered shoulder.

"Waldorf..." he mimicked with a smirk.

"I think you spelt pancake wrong..." she swallowed hard, barely able to contain her laboured breath.

"I don't think I did." He confirmed.

Frowning, Blair felt his hands waver from her waist and turning to see his absence, she was presented with nothing other than her Chuck Bass in nothing but a silk robe, kneeling on one knee as he held out the most exquisite ring Blair had ever seen.

"Chuck-"

Cutting her off, Chuck took her dangling left hand and kissed her palm before looking up to his beautiful stranger.

"I threw myself into your life and you let me. You are the only woman who has ever seen the real me, you're a mystery and have been from the moment I met you in that bar. I've seen your flaws and I have seen your perfection-"

"I do not have flaws!" She added with a sarcastically shocked laugh.

"Oh you do...!" He grinned widely before continuing.

She didn't argue but shook her head with a giggle as she listened further.

"You drive me insane but despite all of your bad bits, you know all of mine and I love you, Blair Waldorf and it occurred to me that I would rather spend the rest of my life fighting and going crazy in love with you than be Chuck Bass alone. I'm not Chuck Bass without you. Blair Cornelia Waldorf…pancake expert… and the love of my life, will you marry me?"

She smiled so hard she thought she might burst. She had never seen him look so beautiful.

"Chuck Bass... I hope you know what you're getting yourself into…" She grinned as he tilted his head to the side.

"I have done for a long time. I knew from the very first moment I had you in my arms…beautiful stranger that you were…" He raised his eyebrow in a teasing challenge.

"Do you know what you are getting yourself into?"

"I'm Blair Waldorf, of course I know what i'm getting myself into! And besides it's too late to back out now even if I wanted to…" She shrugged in defeat.

"How so?"

"I've come accustom to all your bad habits and they don't bother me anymore. I'm passed the point of return and I don't even care. I love you and I couldn't imagine anything better than fighting and making up with you for the rest of our lives." She grinned as she stroked his cheek adoringly, presenting her hand proudly toward him.

"And well…I need someone to keep my feet warm at night…" She shrugged playfully.

"Is that a yes?" He laughed lightly.

"Yes!" she sang as he slipped the ring on her finger, the perfect fit.

She couldn't remember a time when she wasn't happy. This place, him, them. It was their world and as twisted and disfunctional it was at times, she loved the simplicity of their monthly ritual and the feeling she felt when he looked at her. Butterflies.

Kissing her finger and the rock that dressed it, he sealed the deal as he stood up and pulled her to him so she was flush against him.

As her perfectly turned up lips neared his, he spoke one more.

"Hook...line...sinker..." He swore as his lips claimed hers in one final plea of confirmation.

Two Beautiful strangers. She was his, he was hers. Always.

Fin.

A/N: I again, apologise for the 2 weeks wait and if this was a shit ending but I wanted it to be light and fluffy not angsty and depressing like GG has turned into.

I want to thank everyone who reads this and everyone who reviews every chapter without fail even when I have been inconsistent with updates. This story didn't go the way I had originally planned and I know there are a lot of loose ends to tie up still but that just means I can add to this story, make a sequel/one-shot based on this if I choose to and I think it just gives you all a little bit of imagination to what actually went on…besides, this story was supposed to be a bit mysterious!

Ps. You may be puzzled to Serena's intentions, but I meh! Good! Hahah! I wanted to blag you all a little so I did just that!

As a final goodbye to this story, would love to know what you thought and again, Thank you. You all make my writing worth it.

Maybe a new one-shot or multichapter fic coming soon? :) Suggestions and ideas always welcome.

Alicia, Edlover, anifaraysitis, Sofia. N, G, Kels, Cassidy001 – THANK YOU! To all of you I can't reply to on PM! Hope you all enjoyed it and can't wait to hear what you thought! :D Much love!