Sorry it took so long for me to add to this. This is from a prompt I filled on tumblr from an anonymous asker.
/ "Leaping into each others' arms" was the prompt. /
As previously mentioned, these are one shots spanning from the start of Chair's marriage in the finale to the "five years later" point. They're not always in chronological order.
She waits for him on the tarmac. Hands on her hips, eyes haughty in typical Waldorf-Bass fashion, her perfectly polished Christian Louboutins tapping anxiously on the concrete as she watches the door of the Bass jet open… the stairs lowering all the way to the ground.
Her nerves always get the best of her when he goes on business trips. Weekends, overnight, long trips… any time her husband is required to travel on that God forsaken plane, she is left feeling breathless until his return.
"You've got to stop doing this to yourself, Blair," he says, standing in the foyer of their brownstone. He leans down to kiss their son on the top of his head, careful not to wake the one year old who rests comfortably against his mother's chest. "It's been nearly two years since that night. I'll be fine."
"Even still," she says, pouting her lips when he presses a kiss firmly against them. Her heart swells into her throat every time she thinks of that night. When she stared blankly at a news report on the television in the middle of a busy party, Bart Bass convincing her Chuck had perished in the plane crash he had caused. "Call me when you get to London… and then when you're boarding to return. Our limo will be parked on the tarmac, waiting." She lets her eyes wander over his face once more; memorizing him.
"I will. I promise." He kisses her once more, watches her clutch Henry a little tighter to her before he turns and leaves. Guilt of her worry nearly makes him stay, but he must work.. and he'll only be gone a weekend.
Blair's foot taps a little harder against the ground with every second that passes. For a moment she lets herself believe that he isn't returning; this is the wrong plane; he'd gotten on a different jet, one with a faulty engine. She knows that it's ridiculous, but her eyes burn with unshed tears anyway, her lungs ache from a lack of use.
But then… he emerges, and she can breathe once more.
Chuck's eyes find her immediately, his usually brooding expression falls from his face and then he's smiling at her, taking each step from the jet at a faster pace than the last. Blair does her best to be lady-like, walking at a brisk but appropriate speed to meet up with him in the middle. That adorable grin playing at that handsome face of his soon has her forgetting about her well practiced etiquette entirely, however, and by the time they've met up with each other, she's practically running. She reaches out, her arms wrapping around her husband's shoulders and before she can control herself, she has leapt into Chuck's arms.
He chuckles loudly, all of the air leaving his lungs at once with the force of her body slamming against his. He catches her easily, though, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist in return, his face finding its way into her chestnut curls. "Told you I'd be fine," he can't help but say smugly into her ear.
"Shut up, Bass," she replies, playfully shoving at his stomach.
She doesn't let go, though… and he's not going to make her. He understands. He remembers the worry he'd felt about her after their car accident; waking up in the hospital and only wanting to know that she and the baby were alright. He remembers the ache he felt when he found out that the baby wasn't. He still worries about her and Henry every single time they climb into the back of a limo or town car. He always holds her hand when they do, as if his life depends on it. He is not Chuck Bass without her and she is not Blair Waldof-Bass without him. He gets it.
"I missed you," she says, her voice steady and nonchalant when he sets her feet back down onto the ground.
"I missed you too," he replies, taking her hand and letting her lead him to their limo. It hasn't escaped him that Henry isn't with her at the moment. Their son is always with her. Unless… A cheeky grin spreads across his features when they crawl into the backseat and he sees that his wife is already eyeing him lustfully.
"We'll be taking the long route home," she says when the door closes behind them. She's already reaching to unbutton his jacket. "We've got a little bit of catching up to do."
My tumblr page is open again for more prompts, and I will take some here as well.