Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl. Seriously.

A/N: Hey, I hope you all haven't gotten tired of me. I remember that I promised a sequel at the end of my series 'Promise Me Forever', but as I sat down to start writing that sequel, I realised two things: 1) there really wouldn't be much of a plot 2) the sequel was bound to be angst-free and really, really, really mushy (or fluffy, whichever you prefer). I'm fine with the first, because I don't usually write with a plot in mind and I'm usually fine with mushy fics, but only if they're one-shots. So my solution is this: I'll write a bunch of drabbles in this universe I've created – let's call it the 'Promise Me Forever'-verse (sounds awful when it's this long, but if it's abbreviated it's PMF-verse, which is worse; if anyone's got a better suggestion, feel free to let me know) – and then I'll call the bunch of drabbles by one unifying title. Uh, am I still making sense? Or did I lose you way earlier in this lengthy A/N?

A/N2: Technicalities aside, do let me know if you liked the drabble, if you'd like to see more of it, if you have a suggestion as to how to call the –verse, anything else you'd like to tell me, REVIEW to do so! Thank you.

A/N3: Pardon any mistakes, this is un-betaed!

A/N4: Since this series (if you can call it that) will basically consist of plot-less drabbles, feel free to leave suggestions or prompts (EX: instead of red, why not have Serena tied up in green? oops, maybe blue instead?) for future drabbles in your comments. Of course, I'll try to answer all suggestions and prompts (as long as they're in keeping with the 'verse I've cooked up for our favourite GG pairing – they're mine at least!).


"Hey, sweetheart," Serena purrs into the phone. "Guess what?"

"You're lying down on our bed with nothing but a red ribbon to protect your modesty," Blair responds without missing a beat. Her secretary promptly drops the tray of coffee, blushes and begins apologising before she realises she should really be making an exit instead. "Now, look what you've done. I've got a coffee-coloured strain on my office floor now."

"You're so mean. You should be paying Stella more for having to put up with you," Serena murmurs fondly.

"Oh, should I be paying you to put up with me as well?" Blair asks with a touch of caution.

"Of course not, B," Serena answers gently. "I love you." With just that one sincere statement, Serena chases away Blair's persistent demons and if perhaps she does not manage to chase them all away, she is at least doing her best to fight them one by one. As if she can sense that Blair's mood has shifted for the better, Serena picks up the conversation again, "But, seriously, not that the image you've painted isn't enticing because it really is. I would love to do that for you sometime. Maybe nearer Christmastime would be better, don't you think?"

"S, baby, you're going off track," Blair reminds her.

"Oh yes, what was I going to tell you? Right, I got the letter from Harvard! I'm going back to law school!"

Blair winces. Serena has practically just screamed into her ear. "That's wonderful, baby, I knew you could do it. Do you want to go out for dinner to celebrate?"

"Can we just stay in for tonight? I just want to hold you."

"Of course, S. You don't even need to ask."

"I love you, B."

"Love you too, S. I'll see you tonight."