A ficlet in response to a livejournal meme. Enjoy.

Young at Heart

The thing that Carter loved most about Blair was her smile, and knowing exactly what to do to elicit the brightest of them. Yes, he loved that quirky little smirk as well., the one that carved a deep dimple on her right cheek, but there was nothing more thrilling in the world – and he's been to most of it – than seeing her mouth open, her pearly whites straight across, and her plump pout stretching so wide that her eyes crinkled and her cheeks became even more pronounced.

It was the spirit about the gloriously happy Blair that he loved so much. Even if it were not graceful or classic, it created a shudder deep in his belly and made him feel like he was a teenager all over again, even after thirty years of marriage. Yes, Blair Waldorf kept him young. Marriage kept him young. Imagine that.

So it was only fitting that, on the dance floor of his estate on the night of their thirtieth wedding anniversary, he cued the pianist while he took her into his arms. Her hair was put up in a messy chignon and his was slicked back to match the old time Sinatra flowing through the hall.

He felt that smile against his cheek as he leaned down to her ear and sang along, his tenor trembling with nerves.

Fairytales can come true, it can happen to you
If you're young at heart.

She laid the side of her face against his chest and sighed into his embrace. He could feel that smile burn all the one through his layers of expensive Italian tailoring into his pumping heart. And even further then.