Title: Chuck and Blair: Small Snippits of an Anything but Small Relationship
Author: BookCaseGirl (Abby)
Date: October 12, 2009
Rating: T
Classification: Eh...does it need one right now?
Summary: Collection of very short drabbles from Chuck and Blair's relationship. Can start in any place in their relationship.
Author's Note: Better late than never, right? It's totally past the time I should have been asleep by, and there are some notes that should have been taken by now...Haha, ohh well, you guys aren't my therapist, and I'm happy to write (: Hope everyone likes.
Special Note: I do not own Gossip Girl.
The Dance They Already Know
He twirls her on the hardwood flooring, and she is all smiles.
What can she do? He brings out the real happiness in her. And she brings it out in him as well. Together, they are strong and beautiful, unique and thrilling. Chuck and Blair are different, but in a good way, of course.
They aren't even in the class – yes, they were taking a dance class before the wedding, per Blair's (the control freak) request – but he still puts in the same effort and concentration as when they are.
Chuck and Blair haven't really thought that they've needed the extra classes and practice – they were confident in their wonderful dance moves perfected from several years during cotillion – but little did they know that they really could get better.
Just like in other...more adult aspects of their life. All they needed to do was explore and find out that there was room for improvement (some improvements more pleasurable than others).
Chuck's tongue is poking out slightly from the side of his mouth as he tries to focus on what he's doing, and Blair feels something deep within her rumble with want.
She halts their movements and as they stand in the middle of the apartment's kitchen, it gets hot and heavy (because Chuck and Blair can go from zero to sixty in ten seconds or less in any setting).
"Mmm. I think that's enough practice for one day," Blair smiles and they twirl around a couple more times before Chuck presses his lips into her neck, finding that pulse point that drives her crazy.
"Are you sure? I'd be more than happy to continue our lovely study session," he mutters in reply. His voice says one thing, but his eager lips and happy hips say another. Blair hates him in this moment, and grabs his hair in a silent retaliation, tugging him by the ends of the brown locks into their bedroom.
They know how to dance. What they don't know, they'll wing at their wedding. Because winging was something Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf (very soon to be Bass) did best.
End Note: Brrr...My fingers are freezing. I hate Wisconsin weather and not having any heat in the section of my house in which my room is located. Yeah, randomness. Review, pleeease?