A/N: Two updates in one day. Blows your mind doesn't it? XD And even though this is another preview for my lovely 'book of beginnings' story and the other was a one-shot post 2x24 with SB/C, which you should all TOTALLY look into, if you haven't already ;p I should be updating swiij sometime this week hopefully. I am going to be trying to write as much as possible the rest of this week, because I probably won't have much time to write during the rest of the summer…but God willing I will be able to, at least a little bit. Heh.

*I OWN NOTHING.

*Remember, these are just previews of future stories, so that explains its length (either long or short)

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***Idea 10 (Butterflies): This is similar to the last idea in that it shows the hidden moments between CB that we never got to see. This one starts the in the time before Tuscany, that week before, in the season one finale. One of my friends has actually done this idea as a story too, but I always had it in mind and so am going to go through with it as well. It starts right after they leave the dance floor in 1x18 during the wedding reception.

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She couldn't stop smiling.

Neither could he.

If there had been anyone or anything in that foyer, they surely would have tripped or at least run into the discarded objects.

They were two fools, completely in love, and hardly anybody was aware.

"So," she looked away momentarily to see where she was going as they entered the balcony overlooking the gardens outside, "were you really serious about this taking it slow thing?" she asked, reaching to undo a button on his suit jacket with one hand, and the floral bowtie adorning his neck with her other.

She held a smirk on her face, and he couldn't help but smile at how adorable his trademark looked on her face. He was dying to let her continue with her ministrations in undressing his wedding-wear, even in the view of random passersby at his father's wedding reception to Lily Van der Woodsen, he was. He had been dying to feel her perfect, silky fingers along the outline of his body for months. Nobody had felt right, and everything reminded him of her.

But he had been very serious about what he told her just moments ago.

"Let's take it slow this time, do it right."

And he wasn't sorry.

"Blair," he began, first sighing and then clearing his throat when she seemed too distracted by his overly attentive body, and the unmistakably husky tone of his voice, which he forced into warning mode if he could help it.

Her cheeks flushed a deep rosy pink the second his hand touched her own and pulled her reluctant fingers away.

She wouldn't look at him then. She was too embarrassed for having done something wrong, something incorrect. And it pained him to see her like this.

She was always on top of her wit around him, and he had brought her into the world of scandalous sex like a baby into the world of walking and talking. She had only slept with one other person, and that was Nate, and she had only performed in the ways she had been taught…by the master, Chuck Bass.

Now, only moments after they had gotten back together—if you can even really call what they were before together—she had failed in some sexual way, that he was probably very experienced in.

She wanted to sigh. She really did, but that might make even more weaknesses aware to him, and she certainly couldn't risk that.

Inward sigh.

They understood each other so well and yet she couldn't verbalize anything she was thinking. Some relationship.

She huffed.

Then, she gasped, her eyes flying to Chuck's in the realization of her noises becoming audible.

He was just staring at her, completely in awe of all the expressions that had flown across her face in a matter of seconds. Also, the fact that in drawing her hands to her mouth in the way of a gasp, she had taken his hand—which had been trying to pry her tiny fingers from his clothing only a moment ago—with her.

She froze, not even daring to think anymore, just staying glued to his gaze. Brown against brown in frightened…almost anticipation, making sure she was still allowing the oxygen to flow through her body.

"You're not doing anything wrong," he said, after drawing her hands clasped in his own to his waiting full lips and pursing a peck upon them. He drew her closer then, in hopes of releasing her remaining vulnerability. "If it's any consolation," he continued, wrapping her arms around his neck as he spoke, "I'm not used to the celibate Chuck Bass either," he slid into his smirk again and watched as slowly, the worry disappeared from her face.

"Can we—Can w—" she bit her lip, an act that practically killed him with how sexy it was. And she's not even trying. He was amazed. She's just lucky I've decided to keep to my word, his thoughts nearly clouded her attempted question. He forced himself to focus on the sudden reappearance of vulnerability in her face and instantly knew her question, was relieved that she had even thought of it.

He didn't know how long he would actually last without kissing Blair Waldorf again.

God, it's only been 5 minutes! 10, at most.

He drew her closer, if possible, and planted his lips upon her own in a sickeningly slow-paced passionate kiss, leaving them both breathless. After parting, he moved past her lips to the shell of her ear. "It would be my pleasure, if we would kiss on a regular basis, Blair Waldorf."

He could feel the flush in her face as he pulled slightly away, but this time it was for a good reason. The tug in his hair he had felt from her hands had dropped slowly down to her sides. She could hardly look at him, but he knew she was secure by the way she was playing with his fingers in their now again intertwined hands. He spun her in his arms and felt her relax against his chest. Stepping forward, they drew even closer to the balcony and he felt the tingles going up and down her spine when he kissed the side of her face and smiled.

His arms encircled her waist and blew air circles across the front and side of her neck. Her eyes closed at the soothing repeat motions he made across her stomach. "We're gonna be great, Chuck," she almost whispered, and his smile grew, if even just a little bit.

"You falling asleep?" he asked, his face falling into the well known smirk, and he could sense it across her lips as well.

"No?" she asked confused, she spun around to face him again.

Her furrowed eyebrows were killing him, almost as much as her pouty bottom lip being bitten on by her perfect teeth.

Nate was an idiot.

But it didn't matter anymore.

"We're already great, Waldorf," he said, laying a finger softly on the bridge of her nose and quickly replacing it with his lips in a chaste kiss.

Her eyes twinkled up at him, when his eyelids flashed open at her once more.

She loves me, he almost thought, but dismissed the idea entirely.

"I'm thinking Tuscany," he said, smirk still firmly in place.

Her eyes widened, and she gaped, clearly unsure of what he was trying to say.

"Chuck--?" she questioned and contemplated all at once, beginning to shake her head in a confusing manner.

"Shh," he whispered against the opposite ear, "dance with me."

He walked shortly away from her, and smoothly led her arm out a ways, pulling her body behind. She came willingly, still mesmerized with him and clearly forgetting her former confusion and interrogations. It was a new world for Blair, and a new universe entirely for Chuck…but these baby steps were sending them safely to the best place they could ever hope for.

And against the moonlight, the dimmed party music and the scents of the nearby garden, they danced.

Entwined fingers with swaying floral.

Slowly moving heels and gentleman's shoes.

"You're cute when you're nervous," he whispered then, and a smile lit up her face.

It sent sparks flying in his stomach.

Butterflies.

Still there.

He couldn't kill them if he tried.

"Mmm," she moaned, into his neck, drawing herself closer to the scent of his hair.

No one told her those pretty winged insects were contagious.

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A/N: Ok, I don't know if the ending was that fantastic, but it's late and I'm done and I need to sleep. Please R & R! And of course I'll continue this eventually…since you all seem to forget that I intend on doing that with all these previews. ;p