He follows her long bare legs as they dance up the hard steps; and the golden hair that flies behind her keeps brushing against his face, but he doesn't mind. He meets her high, easy laugh with a grin of his own, and almost runs into her as she comes to an abrupt halt in front of the door. With a shove on her part, it bursts open and the lazy evening sunlight trickles through into the drab grey hallway. They spill through the door, stumble over to the edge of the tall building, and stare out over the city. She grabs the cool champagne that's numbing his hand, and pops it over the side, the cork shooting out into the streets of Manhattan far below. Her giggles return with the alcohol: she thrusts the bottle into his arms and twirls fluidly on the spot. Watching her with a smile, he backs up to perch on an old vent, and swigs happily from the champagne. She's lost in her own little world as she dances around with a twinkling smile; the late day sun behind her gives a certain glow that reminds him of an angel.
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The glow soon fades as the night tumbles down, and she tires of dancing to settle beside him. The inky sky is blotted by the glistering lights of the city, so much so that the stars are tiny little pinpricks of silver that fade against the deep indigo surrounding them. He guesses it's late now, although with the continual charge of the 'city that never sleeps', it's hard to gauge. They don't speak. Her flaxen hair hangs like a curtain between them and his fingers itch to tuck it back behind her ear. The bottle of champagne lies empty beside their feet; both still feel buzzed, but the restlessness has dissolved and they now just feel happy. He's about to break the soft silence when her cell phone beats him to the punch and jingles in her pocket
She looks up to him once she's done reading the message, but doesn't say anything. Her navy eyes tell him what he needs to know: she has to go. He bites back a sigh and smiles, and she grins back before leaning in and pressing her pale pink lips to his. Just as he begins to kiss her back, she's leapt to her feet and started off towards the battered door to the hallway. Her mane of blonde hair whips round one final time to shoot him a blinding beam as bright as the radiant city lights, before turning and heading back down the old stairway. He leans back against the vent, and closes his eyes. She's the one.
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Hello again, just me here. Okay. So this was originally meant to be a Serena/Nate oneshot, but after re-reading it a few times, it dawned on me that it could really be Serena/whomever you like her with. Oh, and I don't own Gossip Girl, nor Empire State of Mind, the lyrics I used for the summary. I recommend the song, btw: I'm not a big hip-hop fan, but I adored it. Well, I'm off. Spare me a little review, please?
CJM.