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A/N My two cents on the 4x17 Gossip Girl episode.

It was supposed to be a proof kiss. Just to show them that remaining friends was the best decision to make. It was.

But then her lips touched his and hell ensued. Inside him. Allover him. Demanding his hands to go further, to touch her and hold her closer, not like a friend would do. Obviously.

Because embracing her impossibly thin - Jesus! even thinner than Serenas'. - waist the way he did now could be called anything but friendship. Still he just could. Not. Let. Go.

Maybe it was the fact that the kiss came faster than he expected. Maybe it was the warmth of her soft, juicy lips. Maybe he just hadn't kissed in a reasonable long time.

Who the hey cares? Truth is, it was good. He was enjoying the attention of her tongue over his. He wanted more and somehow he knew he could get it if he just didn't freak out like the hopeless soul he would always be when a particulary hot chick kissed him.

Not that she is any hot chick. Oh no. Heaven knows he can count on his fingers how many hotties he has met while raiding the Upper East Side and he is including Serena here. No doubt he is.

Only this time it's different. It has less to do with the person and more to do with the meaning of it all. For instance they're - at least theoretically speaking - still friends. He is no misguided dude trying to insert the word benefits in their so called friendship.

She wraps her delicate arms around his neck allowing her body to shift even closer. He senses the warmth, feels the supple skin. No wonder Chuck keeps claiming her back. who wouldn't? Things are getting better than -

"You better leave, Humphrey. For good." She has just pulled him back making it clear whatever they were up to is over. He looks at her, flabbergasted, trying to find the right words but all he can come up with is the silly stuttering. "I...I...Blair, we jus...just..."

She looks at the front door and then back at him. A hint of weariness floats over her faded bedroom eyes. He takes the hint and leaves. There is nothing more to be said - or done.

As he presses the elevator button he is somewhat relieved. He wouldn't want her to notice him tremble like a seventh grader after their first kiss.

Thank you.