AN: DON'T OWN GOSSIP GIRL, I WISH!

He convinces her to take the subway for their many commutes to and from the city. He says it's faster. She doesn't want to admit he was right, so instead she rolls her eyes at him every time they walk down the dirty steps. He always steals a victory kiss from her then, because, to him, her eye roll is the same as her admitting she was wrong. He knows her too well. She still refuses to touch anything on the subway, so instead she holds onto him for support, and he holds onto the railing. She looks up at him and they both think, "I could get used to this."

In the loft, he cooks her dinner and they share two beers. She concedes that beer is not so bad (but doesn't mention how she only likes it because it reminds her of him), but always asks for a glass of pinot first. One night, after being denied her wine yet again, he asks her if she ever allows herself to be "silly." She laughs, because the way he says it is so heartbreakingly adorable. Even though she replies with a definite "no" (the "don't be ridiculous" implied), he catches her attempting to make a funny face in the mirror when she thinks he isn't looking. After a few more beers, they are both dancing and singing "Don't Stop Believing," using their empty bottles as microphones, and sliding around with their socks on the hardwood floor. She is wearing his favorite pajama shirt and white knee-highs, her hair in a messy bun atop her head, loose tendrils framing her face. His voice is horrible, but he sings just as loudly as she does, which makes her laugh. And it is her smile and her laugh that say it all; she finally got the all the happiness she hoped for (more than she hoped, actually, but she didn't want to inflate his head). He watches her, dancing and laughing, and feels incredibly lucky. Their expressions mirror each other: pure, simple, joy.

After they settle down, she firmly tells him that was a "one time thing." He doesn't believe her, but nods anyways.

They cuddle on the couch watching Roman Holiday and argue about Audrey's best movie. He secretly agrees with her, but always likes to play devil's advocate, because the way she gets so worked up is one of the most wonderful (and sexy) things about her. He points out that Roman Holiday won Audrey the Oscar, and she countered by pointing out that just like Manet's work only started being appreciated in the 20th century, Breakfast at Tiffany's grows better over time and doesn't need the awards to be recognized as her best work. He doesn't have a response to that, so instead he crashes his lips upon hers. She pulls away and scolds him for trying to get her to forget their argument. "Tell me that I win," she instructs, backing her face away from the kiss he is moving in for. His eyes open, frustrated. She holds his gaze, one eyebrow cocked, waiting. He finally tells her she wins, though he knew all along that she would. She smirks in her signature way, and this time, she doesn't lean back when he goes in to kiss her.

He waits a long time to tell her he loves her. They both felt it was overdue, but she was not about to make the first move. He had the whole evening planned out, all culminating in saying "I love you" in Central Park. It was going to be so romantic. But, of course, those three words slip out on accident while they are bickering, before they even leave for the Park. Her exasperated "Humphrey" is cut short, and for a moment, everything stops. Including her heart. She forgets what they were arguing about and all but leaps into his arms, laughing and saying, "I love you, too" into his lips, between kisses, on repeat. He stumbles backwards with her and they both fall down on his bed. They don't make it to Central Park.

She is his muse and he is her rock. He has found himself on the receiving end of far too many of her dirty glares; terrifying though they are, she can never stay mad at him long. Because, even throughout the arguments and sarcastic quips, their eyes are always light up when they are together, with the constant subtext: "I could get used to this."

LOVE ME SOME DAIR!

my very first attempt at a short drabble fanfiction, so comments would be lovely!