Chuck and Blair and a wedding. A short moment during the wedding we all know will eventually happen!
It was a lavish affair. Nothing less would be appropriate for the king and queen of Manhattan. Flutes of Champagne, billowing towers of pastries and other tiny foods, and of course, the white cake. But Chuck didn't notice any of these details. His eyes remained focused on the beautiful woman in the sparkling dress. The woman who hadn't left his side since their exchanged "I do's." Blair's arm was currently sneaking its way around Chuck's torso, her fingers softly grasping the material there, while she continued to aimlessly chatter to her guests. Chuck leaned closer to her and gently kissed her temple and Blair paused mid-sentence to flash him a beautiful smile. And then they fell so deep in each other's eyes that they lost track of everything else around them.
"Um, guys!" Serena called. And Blair tore her gaze away from Chuck and smiled sheepishly. Chuck laughed quietly.
"Gosh, so much love!" She smiled at the pair. And Chuck attempted to pull Blair closer to his body.
"I'm going to leave you two alone for a bit," Serena decided, looking closely at the glowing look in Blair's eyes. She leaned towards Blair and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and wrapped the girl in her arms. "Congratulations B, I love you," she whispered into Blair's ear.
"I love you too," Blair replied, a glowing smile still overwhelming her face. She was so happy. Serena gave Chuck a brief kiss on the cheek as well and dashed off to find Nate.
"Alone for a moment," Chuck whispered.
"We're married," Blair responded, grasping Chuck's face between her hands. She pulled his lips down to hers. "We're married," she repeated again, trying the words out. "I'm your wife. Blair Waldorf Bass." She laughed. "I love it. I love you."
"And I love you," Chuck smiled, kissing her fully on the lips once more. She moaned softly in happiness against his lips.
"I'm so happy," Chuck said, kissing her forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment and he relished in the feeling of his lips against her soft skin. "You look beautiful."
"As do you," Blair replied, running a hand down the front of his suit. She fingered his purple tie lightly and then moved her eyes up to meet his again. They looked at each other for a long moment, both smiling uncontrollably. And then their lips crashed together once more, unable to remain apart for long. He then weaved his fingers through hers and pulled her softly back towards the ballroom.
"Unfortunately," he began, "we must return to our guests." She pouted. He laughed.
"I can't wait for tonight," Blair sighed. "Just me and you and our big bed."
"My favorite way to spend our time," Chuck smiled.
"And then 3 weeks in St. Barths. Alone." She kissed him again.
"I love you Blair. You've made me so happy."
"I've never been happier," she murmured. And the new king and queen entered the ballroom to celebrate their powerful, loved-filled, union.