Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl. Seriously.

A/N: Uh, where exactly am I going with this series? To be honest, I have no idea. Random scenes of a domestic Forever-verse S/B keep popping up in my head and, as for the dream S has in this drabble, I was actually the one that had it (not that that's of any particular interest to anyone, LOL)! Anyway, do drop plot bunnies if you'd like. And, as always, to do so – please review. Of course, you can review without having to drop plot bunnies, you can just review for the sake of reviewing (if you like the drabble, for instance, or if you didn't, why, or why not, etc.), but please do so (it keeps the muse happy!).

A/N2: This didn't go through any beta, so any mistake is my own.


"What is it?" Serena asks, opening her eyes reluctantly.

"What is what?" Blair returns with a mischievous smile. She is propped up on her elbows, one strap of her nightgown hanging loose and revealing skin in a manner all too suggestive so early in the morning. Then Serena's eyes move upward, latching onto the trail of love bites along the column of Blair's neck and she decides that it is never too early in the morning for Blair to be suggestive.

"I could feel your eyes on me," Serena explains, tugging at the loose strap of Blair's nightgown to encourage her to come closer.

"You were smiling in your sleep. I was just wondering what sort of nice dream you were having," Blair replies with a shrug, waggling her eyebrows as Serena's fingers skim the neckline of the nightgown.

Serena rolls her eyes, but keeps her hands where they are – just over Blair's heart and the steady pounding underneath her palms is calming, warming (because Blair may not look like it, but her love is gentle, the gentlest Serena has ever known). "It was a good dream," she says softly, pulling Blair on top of her and dropping a kiss onto Blair's shoulder.

"So, what did you dream about?" Blair murmurs, her breaths skimming Serena's shoulder blades – it tickles a little and arouses somewhat.

"I'm not sure," Serena answers vaguely. "But I was holding hands with someone. I couldn't quite see their face, but I'm pretty sure it was a girl, a kid maybe. And she was smiling at me." Serena smiles. "It was a really beautiful smile, the sort that makes you feel like you're the centre of someone's world. And I just felt compelled to smile back."

"Oh, dreaming about other girls, are you?" Blair jokes, but the mirth in her voice is weak and she cannot quite meet Serena's eyes.

Serena bites her bottom lip. She loves this part of Blair that gets all jealous and possessive. It reminds her of when they were still in high school and the drama was thick and never-ending. Life was exciting back then. Serena turns Blair's face towards her. She smiles gently at Blair. The brunette's face has turned a little red and her eyes are a little wet even if Blair keeps trying to maintain her indignant look. But life is plenty exciting now, she thinks. "I couldn't see her face, but something about her reminded me of you."

"You're just making excuses now," Blair sniffs, starting to pull away.

"No, I'm serious, B. She had your hair, of that I'm sure. And her smile – I told you it made my dream-self feel like I was the centre of her world. The only time I've ever felt that way is when you smile at me, Blair," Serena whispers sincerely. "And the only person I want to be the centre of my world is you, B. Not any personas from any dreams, or anyone else from the real world. I just want you, Blair."

Blair expels a breath after what feels like hours have passed between them. "How do I stay mad when you go and say things like that?"

"You're not supposed to," Serena chuckles.

"I've not fully forgiven you, you know," Blair reminds her.

"I wouldn't expect you to," Serena says brightly. "Shall I make breakfast as my second step to forgiveness?"

"Well, that'd be a good direction to take."

"Wait here then, princess, and your humble servant shall serve you."

Blair laughs and rolls off of Serena. Serena pecks her on the forehead and begins to sit up. Staring intently at Serena's back, she says softly, blushing furiously as she does so, "You are the centre of my world, you know."

Serena looks surprised when Blair breaks the silence, even more surprised with how she is breaking it. She gets off the bed and kneels on the floor, taking both of Blair's hands into hers as she murmurs sincerely, "And you are mine. You've always been and you always will."

"I better be," Blair says in a voice suspiciously thick even as she attempts to pull it off as a light-hearted response.

Serena smiles and says cheerily, taking her cue from Blair that it is high time to steer the conversation towards lighter topics, "So, why don't you wait here, princess, while I go and make breakfast for you?"

Blair smiles and pulls Serena up for a fierce kiss. "I love you, S," she whispers against Serena's lips, her eyes closed as their foreheads touch.

Serena's breath is literally stolen away in that moment. "And I love you, B," she whispers breathlessly. Always have and always will.