LOG; Ongoing
When; September 23, noon
Rating; PG
Characters; basstardchuck and miss-waldorf
Summary; three words, eight letter, a million times.
Log;
If you must ask, it feels like it is just the way it should be.
Blair --being Blair-- had dreamed about the moment a million times. There were a thousand different scripts in her mind: him on his knees with a bouquet of hydrangeas, a passionate kiss under the rain, a grand announcement of his feelings on the skyline of New York, a quiet candle-lit dinner and a diamond ring. Each were more marvelous than the last, but they were all the stuff of movies, not of Blair and Chuck. Chuck and Blair. Waldass. She decided that theirs had to be different, better, something even more far-fetched than Hollywood. More epic.
But that was then, when all she had were wishes and dreams. This is now.
Now it feels like all her life had been a long journey leading to this one moment. The audience may remember the fighting better, the scheming, the backstabbing, the tears, the hurt. Those are exciting, like movies, but they don't matter to her unless they had somehow lead them here. This is what matters, this is home. It doesn't feel now like she had been going somewhere, but coming back.
Feeling his arms around her, she didn't know how cold she had been before this. She didn't know how sad and lonely she was, happy as she is and so in love. She didn't know how she had survived without him until now. She didn't know how incomplete she was until they are complete.
So if you still must ask, it feels right. The crowning moment of awesome, the love of her life, this is as epic as it gets.
It was good to hold Blair in his arms. And once he actually said those three little words he had no problems saying them again. And again. And again. He hoped this was a happy ending she wanted, and if not, he'd come up with something that would satisfy her. He didn't want to give her up, now that he finally had her.
"I love you.... That's five," he said with a smile, finally allowing them some space to breathe.
He moved away from her, even though he didn't want to. "Why don't we take the limo..." he moved to open the door for her only to realize that there was no limo next to them. He frowned and without letting her go he looked around. They were no longer on the Upper East Side. It was a different City. One where there were different people, different memories...
"So much for the dinner I had planned..." he said, apology in his voice. He looked at her, wondering whether or not them getting back to the City would change anything...
She giggled at the mention of his limo, but clung to his suit, already missing him when he moved away. Blair Waldorf was hopelessly smitten and she found that she liked it this way.
Although, suddenly finding themselves no longer in Manhattan jarred her. The City had always been somewhere in her memory, and she never brushed it away as a dream, but in her mind, the possibility of finding herself back here again was equal to zero. So much for holding hands in Central Park, shopping together at Bendel's, partying in the Hamptons...
Blair made a pout, though it disappeared quickly enough. Nothing could upset her for long at this moment, not even the sight of Nelly Yuki toting the newest Birkin, and definitely not the City. She possessively placed a hand on his arm, giving him an adoring look. "I don't care, you're here."
He pulled her close and smiled down at her. "Let's not announce our return just yet," he suggested, not wanting the Network activity to ruin the moment. "A dinner, wine... We could pretend it's Europe..."
He wanted to know how much time has passed since he last was in the City. He wanted to know if everybody he knew was still there. If his businesses were still going strong... But he wanted to enjoy this newly gained ability to hold Blair Waldorf and whisper things into her ear.
Blair beamed at him, stifling all her giggles in the vain attempt to come across as relatively sane.
Her brain felt like mush around him. He must be banned from ever entering NYU grounds if she wanted to ever graduate. But he was right. For all her hunger for attention, she would rather keep this to just the two of them for now. It would be like a honeymoon, a getaway from all the hustle bustle and the rumors. No one else knew they were here, so it would be as if they weren't here at all. Complete freedom felt intoxicating.
She nodded in reply, absently tracing his suit. "We can pretend it's Paris tonight, and Milan tomorrow." She knew him enough to realize that there were a million things he could have done instead of spending time with her, and that made it mean so much more that he chose her anyway. Biting her lower lip, she looked up at him with mischief. "On va chez toi ou chez moi?"
He laughed at that. He loved that mischief in her eyes. "Depends on how much time has passed... There might be Nate at my place... Serena at yours..." He brushed her hair from her face in an affectionate gesture. "But if the City haven't changed much, there's a lot of empty space in the buildings... I'd take you to the best hotel in Paris, afterall..."
He tooks the packages from her. He couldn't have her carry them around, and he offered her his arm. "Why don't we find a place?" he suggested, lowering his voice, giving it that seductive tone he often used. Fact he had her now didn't change anything. She was Blair Waldorf, she would always needed to be seduced.
Nate and Serena could be the best friends anyone in the Upper East Side could ever wish for, and while she couldn't wait to tell the whole world about Blair and Chuck (Chuck and Blair), there was also a certain excitement about keeping a secret with only one other person. Obviously, keeping your own secrets in their world is more a necessary evil than anything good, but they didn't have to keep this one, they just wanted to, and that made all the difference.
Blair took his arm with a bright smile, leaning her head against his shoulder. Her feet felt light but her heart was full and her cheeks were so sore from smiling. She could feel something flutter in her stomach --like butterflies but definitely not, thank you very much-- when he spoke to her in that voice. Really, he didn't even need to try to seduce her, him being Chuck Bass and him being, well, Chuck Bass.
But she didn't have to let him know that, yet. "It needs to have candles, velvet walls," she demanded, batting her eyelashes in retaliation. "And silk sheets."
"Victrola back room it is, then," Chuck nodded in acknowledgement. Unlessshe didn't mean it... Though this was Blair. She was probably serious about the velvet walls... Didn't matter, he'd make it happen for her. He leaned towards her with a grin. It was his turn to be mischievious.
"Unless I could persuade you into a rendezvous in Xanadu..." Public spot would add arush to what already was a great way of spending time...
Blair automatically blushed in response. He knew her inner voyeur and he loved taking full advantage of it. Strange enough, even those who had seen her collection of lingerie would never have suspected it of her. Who would have thought that Waldorf actually liked the rush of attempting the risque.
Trying to regain her pride, she smiled mysteriously though the effect is dampened by her flushing cheeks. "Moonlight's better than candlelight," she said, tweaking an eyebrow in challenge.
It should be unladylike for her to feel so excited.
Rating; PG
Characters; basstardchuck and miss-waldorf
Summary; three words, eight letter, a million times.
Log;
If you must ask, it feels like it is just the way it should be.
Blair --being Blair-- had dreamed about the moment a million times. There were a thousand different scripts in her mind: him on his knees with a bouquet of hydrangeas, a passionate kiss under the rain, a grand announcement of his feelings on the skyline of New York, a quiet candle-lit dinner and a diamond ring. Each were more marvelous than the last, but they were all the stuff of movies, not of Blair and Chuck. Chuck and Blair. Waldass. She decided that theirs had to be different, better, something even more far-fetched than Hollywood. More epic.
But that was then, when all she had were wishes and dreams. This is now.
Now it feels like all her life had been a long journey leading to this one moment. The audience may remember the fighting better, the scheming, the backstabbing, the tears, the hurt. Those are exciting, like movies, but they don't matter to her unless they had somehow lead them here. This is what matters, this is home. It doesn't feel now like she had been going somewhere, but coming back.
Feeling his arms around her, she didn't know how cold she had been before this. She didn't know how sad and lonely she was, happy as she is and so in love. She didn't know how she had survived without him until now. She didn't know how incomplete she was until they are complete.
So if you still must ask, it feels right. The crowning moment of awesome, the love of her life, this is as epic as it gets.
It was good to hold Blair in his arms. And once he actually said those three little words he had no problems saying them again. And again. And again. He hoped this was a happy ending she wanted, and if not, he'd come up with something that would satisfy her. He didn't want to give her up, now that he finally had her.
"I love you.... That's five," he said with a smile, finally allowing them some space to breathe.
He moved away from her, even though he didn't want to. "Why don't we take the limo..." he moved to open the door for her only to realize that there was no limo next to them. He frowned and without letting her go he looked around. They were no longer on the Upper East Side. It was a different City. One where there were different people, different memories...
"So much for the dinner I had planned..." he said, apology in his voice. He looked at her, wondering whether or not them getting back to the City would change anything...
She giggled at the mention of his limo, but clung to his suit, already missing him when he moved away. Blair Waldorf was hopelessly smitten and she found that she liked it this way.
Although, suddenly finding themselves no longer in Manhattan jarred her. The City had always been somewhere in her memory, and she never brushed it away as a dream, but in her mind, the possibility of finding herself back here again was equal to zero. So much for holding hands in Central Park, shopping together at Bendel's, partying in the Hamptons...
Blair made a pout, though it disappeared quickly enough. Nothing could upset her for long at this moment, not even the sight of Nelly Yuki toting the newest Birkin, and definitely not the City. She possessively placed a hand on his arm, giving him an adoring look. "I don't care, you're here."
He pulled her close and smiled down at her. "Let's not announce our return just yet," he suggested, not wanting the Network activity to ruin the moment. "A dinner, wine... We could pretend it's Europe..."
He wanted to know how much time has passed since he last was in the City. He wanted to know if everybody he knew was still there. If his businesses were still going strong... But he wanted to enjoy this newly gained ability to hold Blair Waldorf and whisper things into her ear.
Blair beamed at him, stifling all her giggles in the vain attempt to come across as relatively sane.
Her brain felt like mush around him. He must be banned from ever entering NYU grounds if she wanted to ever graduate. But he was right. For all her hunger for attention, she would rather keep this to just the two of them for now. It would be like a honeymoon, a getaway from all the hustle bustle and the rumors. No one else knew they were here, so it would be as if they weren't here at all. Complete freedom felt intoxicating.
She nodded in reply, absently tracing his suit. "We can pretend it's Paris tonight, and Milan tomorrow." She knew him enough to realize that there were a million things he could have done instead of spending time with her, and that made it mean so much more that he chose her anyway. Biting her lower lip, she looked up at him with mischief. "On va chez toi ou chez moi?"
He laughed at that. He loved that mischief in her eyes. "Depends on how much time has passed... There might be Nate at my place... Serena at yours..." He brushed her hair from her face in an affectionate gesture. "But if the City haven't changed much, there's a lot of empty space in the buildings... I'd take you to the best hotel in Paris, afterall..."
He tooks the packages from her. He couldn't have her carry them around, and he offered her his arm. "Why don't we find a place?" he suggested, lowering his voice, giving it that seductive tone he often used. Fact he had her now didn't change anything. She was Blair Waldorf, she would always needed to be seduced.
Nate and Serena could be the best friends anyone in the Upper East Side could ever wish for, and while she couldn't wait to tell the whole world about Blair and Chuck (Chuck and Blair), there was also a certain excitement about keeping a secret with only one other person. Obviously, keeping your own secrets in their world is more a necessary evil than anything good, but they didn't have to keep this one, they just wanted to, and that made all the difference.
Blair took his arm with a bright smile, leaning her head against his shoulder. Her feet felt light but her heart was full and her cheeks were so sore from smiling. She could feel something flutter in her stomach --like butterflies but definitely not, thank you very much-- when he spoke to her in that voice. Really, he didn't even need to try to seduce her, him being Chuck Bass and him being, well, Chuck Bass.
But she didn't have to let him know that, yet. "It needs to have candles, velvet walls," she demanded, batting her eyelashes in retaliation. "And silk sheets."
"Victrola back room it is, then," Chuck nodded in acknowledgement. Unlessshe didn't mean it... Though this was Blair. She was probably serious about the velvet walls... Didn't matter, he'd make it happen for her. He leaned towards her with a grin. It was his turn to be mischievious.
"Unless I could persuade you into a rendezvous in Xanadu..." Public spot would add arush to what already was a great way of spending time...
Blair automatically blushed in response. He knew her inner voyeur and he loved taking full advantage of it. Strange enough, even those who had seen her collection of lingerie would never have suspected it of her. Who would have thought that Waldorf actually liked the rush of attempting the risque.
Trying to regain her pride, she smiled mysteriously though the effect is dampened by her flushing cheeks. "Moonlight's better than candlelight," she said, tweaking an eyebrow in challenge.
It should be unladylike for her to feel so excited.