Genre: Romance
Rating: K
Spoilers: Um, just a bit of 1.18.
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Gossip Girl. Or its characters. They belong to Cecily von Ziegesar and the CW Network.
Author's Note: Please R & R. No flames! Constructive criticism is welcome (: Full of fluff? You decide.
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A/N: Thanks to D, my beta (: I tried to make it as fluffy as possible. I hope you like my first fic.
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Change of Heart
Everyone knew that Chuck Bass was a womanizer. The kind of guy who never stuck to one girl for more than one night in bed together. He was a commitment-phobe, afraid to settle down with just one flavor of ice cream; he wanted to taste them all.
But as the sun rose to make Saturday morning bright and sunny in Tuscany, Chuck realized that he had a change of heart, looking at the girl breathing softly and steadily as she slept in his hotel bed. The girl who made him realize that he could actually have feelings, and not the kind of feelings you get from a hand lingering under a girl's shirt. Emotional feelings. This girl was the same girl who broke Chuck's heart by sleeping with his best friend, who also happened to be her ex-boyfriend. Despite that, she was still the girl who seemed just about perfect for him, in a messed up sort of way.
Chuck felt like he had found the one.
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The warm, golden streak of sunlight that peeked through the heavy curtains was the cause of Blair's disrupted sleep. But she didn't mind missing an hour or so of her sleep; she wanted to wake up. She sat upright and stretched her arms over her head, yawning greatly as she did so, feeling revived and awake as the scent of French toast entered her nostrils. Pushing the cover off her legs and feet, Blair got up to go to the bathroom, wanting to freshen up before breakfast.
When she got out, the curtains were fully pushed to either side of the glass window, drowning the suite with blinding yellow light. Blair's eyes needed to adjust to the change in brightness. So she blinked repeatedly until she could see without squinting, then let her eyes roam around the hotel room, darting from chair to chair of the mini bar, and then to the bed. When they fell to the bed, she beamed. A man was leaning against the backboard, his legs under the covers, smiling from ear to ear.
Chuck.
"Good morning, love," he greeted her with a hot British accent.
Blair didn't reply, but smiled and crawled into the bed. She hugged Chuck and breathed in his husky scent. She didn't want to let go. At least not yet.