Pictures of You and Me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any of its characters.

Summary: They've never felt the way we do. We already said, those rules, they don't apply to us. Chuck/Blair.

And here we are in heaven
For you are mine
At last

And then he's behind her, hands groping her waist, lips attached to her neck. "Where do you think you're going?" He growls, his voice rougher in the morning.

"We can't lie in bed all day Chuck." She shoots him a glare, but her plump lips pull into a grin. He's pouting down her, with the most adorable bed head.

He leans in and breathes, "Who says?"

Blair's nose brushes his, but she pulls back. "Them, society, anyone who's not a sex crazed eighteen year old billionaire."

"Fuck them." He bites back, kissing her quickly before finishing, "They've never felt the way we do. We already said, those rules, they don't apply to us."

"Maybe not," She agrees. "But I haven't been home in days."

She turns to face him linking her arms around his neck, pressing her breast to his bare chest.

"What do you need that you can't get here?" He asks.

"My clothes for one." She simpers.

His right hand travels up from her lower back to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing from the top of her cheek bone, down to her chin, and back again, each touch setting off an electric spark. "Things you're actually going to need Blair." He drawled.

She closes her eyes lazily, "You're right I should just walk outside naked."

"Don't you dare, woman." Chuck sneered.

"Don't call me that!" She barked, ripping her body away from his, stomping on his foot in the process.

"Bitch." He muttered. Missing her warmth instantly, he entwined his fingers with her, roughly pressing her length against his.

"Bastard." She exhales, her mouth sweeping across his briefly."

"I love you." He says, pressing his lips to hers deeply.

"I love you more." She attests, weaving her hands into his dark locks, connecting her mouth to his, again and again.

"Impossible." He declares when he comes up for air.

"Prove it, Bass." She challenges.

He throws her down on his bed, brunette hair splayed around her head like a halo.

"It'd be my pleasure Waldorf."