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AN: This takes place sometime after Louis' and Blair's wedding, and is an attempt to remind myself why I fell in love with CB in the first place and I really needed that after the mess this season has turned out to be.
-ll-
The shortest distance between two points is a line from me to you…
-II-
No matter how many kisses he pressed on her lips, there was that small space in time, when her lips were so close to his, his face leaning closer but never touching, when she drew in a breath and almost forgot how to exhale, moved by the bare intensity in his eyes even when he said nothing, letting the silence speak, that she believed a single touch, a simple brush of his hand against hers would break down all her walls, unravel the storm of emotions burning inside.
But he made no move, there was no need as he could read it all in her eyes, he always could. Her fears and dreams, her deepest, darkest desires and secrets she never even dared to say out loud and he still didn't look away, didn't even flinch. Just quirked his lips upwards as if to say yes, I've seen the real you and I don't care because I love you, every single part of you. And that, to her, was the most attractive thing about Chuck Bass (not that anyone would believe her).
The kiss was almost an afterthought, a fire that was already ignited finally catching on, enveloping them both. It all moved faster from then on, clothes were removed, hair was tousled, shoes thrown away but that second in time before the kiss was her true undoing.
She confessed to him once, at a late night hour as they were lying in bed and he smiled softly (a rare sight only she was allowed to witness) and said he already knew - he saw it in her eyes. She smiled then, looked him straight in the eyes and realized something with absolute certainty.
No one has ever made her feel like that. No one ever will.
It's a terrible thought, now. A depressing one even. But there are some truths even she can't deny. I will always love you.
They're both much more careful now - too much has happened to just carelessly play with fire. They both knew, sooner or later – you would get burned.
-II-
So what happens with that love, that passion after you've gone separate ways?
You can't bury it, it has a bad habit of crawling out at the worst of times (especially at night when you're about to fall asleep after finishing off that glass of wine - or scotch in his case). You can't make it disappear (it's not as simple as math, no matter how many negative things happened they don't cancel out the positive). You can't let it go (you can let go of a person but you can't erase what's in your heart). You can't forget (her things in Chuck's penthouse, his cologne in her bathroom, your pictures together everywhere – even when you close your eyes).
Yes, love remains. Even if she marries the prince and he busies himself with work and traveling and copious amounts of single malt scotch. Even if she goes to live on a whole different continent for almost a year, returns to New York with nothing but her newfound freedom and a smile that speaks of heartbreak.
With a love that strong, all it takes is a one single spark to reignite the fire burning inside.
Blair runs into him on the street, trips on the corner of the 5th Avenue and 41st Street in her new Louboutins before she's able to say a word. He catches her (always) almost instantly, and as his hand rests on her elbow she is all too aware of the familiar scent of his cologne and the fact that they are standing much too close, breathless, their lips almost touching. His dark eyes lock with hers and she can practically feel the electricity in the air… Thrill of the unknown, of what could happen. Them.
Three…
Two…
One.