Disclamer: I obviously don't own any of the characters related to this story. This is just a scenario created by a fan, frustrated with the ending given to the series.

Sit back, relax...and hopefully...enjoy!


"Mother are you busy?" her son asked from the door frame that lead to her office. He hugged the frame as if he was not entirely sure of what he was doing, or if he should do it.

"Hmm…yes Henry, but I can spare a moment or two for you!" Blair replied, putting down her pen and moving away from the computer. The break was welcomed, since her back was starting to ache from the position.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"But of course honey! What is the matter? Is something bothering you?" she could sense that something was going on. Her son was a very serious little boy, a product of his father's education, but there was always something joyful about him; and now he just looked plain serious and somewhat hesitant.

"Mother are you…are you happy?" his young voice trembled slightly as he pushed his question out. Blair was completely set back by this. What had started this conversation?

"Don't I look happy to you honey? " she looked at him tenderly as she extended her arms to him. Henry rapidly understood what that meant, and ran to his mother arms. "You know that I am very busy, almost all the time, but that doesn't mean that I'm unhappy! On the contrary, I love what I do, did she?, we have a wonderful house, that she did, I have your father, and the best of all…I have Dorota!", she smiled tenderly at him, "Just kidding! Not that I don't adore Dorota, don´t tell her, but the best of the best of the best is, without any doubt…you!" she said as she placed her index finger in his nose. "So don't mistake work with unhappiness, alright honey?"

"Understood!"

"And now, can I ask where does this question comes from?"

"Well...my friend's parents are divorcing, and when I asked him why, he said that his mother said that she was not happy. So I was wondering if you were happy."

"You have nothing to worry about, I am quite happy" she reasured him one more time.

Henry left running and with a peaceful smile on his face. She looked as he exited her office, closing the door behind him. The "clicking" sound of the lock rang in her ears, and that brief moment with her son sank in.

Am I really happy?


Dan rested his head on his hands, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply - another creative block. Lately he felt like he was always reaching a dead end with his writing. He would get frustrated; go for a walk; go back home; sit in front of his computer; read his story; delete; re-write and…block again.

Suddenly he felt a warm, light touch on his shoulder that quickly turned into a caress.

"Needing your muse?", Serena whispered sensually next to his ear. She then followed by placing quick kisses over his jaw line.

"Hmmmmm…"

She proceeded by returning to his ear and playing with his ear lobe, with her tongue.

"Hmmm…Serena…hmm…love…I…", he managed to formulate, feeling that his mind would soon be completely clouded by lust. He grabbed her by her waist, and pulled her onto his lap. "You drive me crazy, did you know that?"

"I had an idea!"

Dan kissed her passionately. Their tongues entwined on a fervors battle for domination. One of his hands rested on the back of her head, her hair slipping through his fingers; the other explored her body. When he felt her warm hand sneaking beneath his shirt, shivers were sent through his body. He had to have her.

He placed her, somewhat brusquely on his table. She got the message, because her legs automatically parted so that he could better access her body. His chest crashed against hers, and he gave turned his attention to her neck and shoulder blade.

Later he would have to definitely delete this afternoon's work, since all that could be read on his word page was a pattern that consisted of: " gdshklllllllllllllllllsjdddd dddddddojfsdj".

His hands started to pay attention to her breasts, and he caressed them gently on top of her summer dress. She foundled his hairs passionately giving him the confirmation that she was enjoying this moment.

"You..."kiss "...are..." kiss "...so..." kiss "...beautiful!"

"I want you…" she murmured between moans.

Without hesitation he removed her panties, and feeling the moist in her core, he positioned himself and entered her in one movement. A gasp escaped her lips that he immediately covered. Her nails pursed on his back, leaving red marks; and his ministrations started. He moved at a fast pace, as this was rather an act of lust and need, not of love. When they were making love, he was the most careful lover, enjoying every second that he had inside of her; but now he just wanted to consume, and she, she just needed to be consumed.

He felt her gripping his member, and the feeling was overwhelming. He loved to fuck her, but he loved to make love to her the most. The sounds escaping her lips, helped to build up the atmosphere; and God wasn't it wonderfully sexy to fuck his wife on top of his desk, in the middle of the afternoon?

It didn't take him long to feel the end coming. He trusted deep into her and let his release with a grunt. He kept on moving for a little bit longer, waiting for her to follow him in that explosion of pleasure; which she did short after with a long, pleased moan.

He rested his head on her shoulder, while he tried to get his breath even. She caressed his hair, feeling pleased not only with the deed but with life itself. She was married to the love of her life...she could not ask for more.

"This was...hmmm...amazing" he smile "but I must go back to my obligations as an author, and as a provider for this family."

She kissed him lightly on his cheek.

"Still struggling with your new book?"

"It was so much easier to write, when I could write about the creme de la creme of the Uper East Side!"

"Well those days are over now...Miss Gossip Girl..." she planted another kiss on his cheek "...maybe you should go back to your origins, to what inspired you first!"

"Maybe I should!" he said placing a kiss on her lips.

"But this time, completely fictional with NO relation to any of our friends, deal?"

"Deal!"

She kissed him one more time, before she left him alone with his new book. He looked at the encrypted screen...my origins...what inspired "Inside"...and for the first time in a long time he thought about her. Her image came clear to his mind as if he just had looked at a picture. Beautiful as ever, with her chestnut brown curls dangling on her shoulders, she smiled at him - something that hasn`t happened for years - and he couldn't help but to smile back at the image that he had in his mind. It was silly really, but in a way it was endearing to see her at that light and not as the cruel bitch that she turned out to be. She barely talked to him anymore, not more than the circumstances would demand. She was his wife's best friend, Serena was the Godmother of her only child, she had planned their wedding and yet, he could not see her as a friend anymore; she was more of a noisance, a bother...something to be avoided. He wanted nothing to do with Blair W. Bass.