Hello! I'm going to be away for a week and I'm packing, but I know my mom is buying me underwear for Christmas... so do I really need to pack any? I feel there could be some flaws to my plan. Oh, and I was helping my mom do errands and we went into the LCBO (liquor store). You know you're from a cocktail family when you walk in with your mom, the staff see her, and all yell out a jovial, "NANCY!". hahahha! How the fuck much did you love the finale? I LOVE CHUCK AND BLAIR! I have a lot of post finale goodness running through my head, and if it doesn't come out I'll explode! So, here is a piece set after their wedding. Here we go...

Blair was in a deep, dark, warm sleep. Completely and utterly content. However she became increasingly aware of a growing pain at her jaw, that was dragging her up to consciousness. Her forehead creased into a scowl as she wiggled, trying to stay asleep. The heavy sigh, from behind her, is what finally brought her eyes fluttering open.

She instantly knew the sigh was from Chuck, sleeping tucked behind her, and the warm arm around her waist was also his.

Then she realized where the pain in her in her jaw was coming from. Her hands were tucked up by her face and her Harry Winston engagement ring was digging into her jaw. Blair shifted her hand, so that she could look at the perfect ring on her finger. Her eyes widened fractionally, in surprised recognition. Her ring wasn't around her neck any more. It had not only gotten onto her finger properly, but... in the course of a few, whirlwind hours, it had been joined by a wedding band. Okay, maybe for the moment it was a snake ring purchased by Jack at the Met, but it was real. As was the marriage that it sealed.

Finally.

Flashback to around 24 hours earlier...

They lay in the trunk together, legs a tangle, bodies half merged out of necessity, but hands groping for each other out of desperation. Blair's head rubbed gently against his shoulder, trying to sooth herself with his mere presence. Chuck's arms tightened on her as he did the same.

Georgina had instructed Arthur to drive to Windham, and not even think of stoping till he was out of the city, and away from the million and one cameras that would love to catch a glimpse of Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass climbing out of the trunk of his limo, and capturing the image before reporting it to the police. So after a good forty-five minutes, they felt the limo roll to a stop and soon Arthur was opening the trunk. Chuck pulled himself out, and then turned to offer Blair a hand, both of them stretching the stiffness out of their bodies before getting into the back of the limo. Blair had immediately curled herself into his side, and his arm had wrapped around her tightly.

"Where to, Mr. Bass?"

It had been Blair that had named an Inn she'd read about in a magazine, and with no other place to go, they headed there. It was late by the time they got there, but money talks, and soon they were in a warm country chic room. They walked in silently. No luggage. No travel clothes. Just them.

Only a lamp on the bedside table was lit, but the room was warm. Blair stood in the middle of the room, not looking at anything. Chuck looked at her. She looked exhausted. He walked over to stand in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs rubbing gently. She leaned into him, and he kissed her forehead.

"You should get some sleep."

"I'm fine. What do you need."

"I need for you to lie down before I have to catch you..." He managed to tease.

She rolled her eyes, but raised a finger at him. "Very well... but only if you lie down too."

Chuck nodded, and she turned around to offer him her zipper. He swallowed hard as he pulled it down, but didn't say anything. He walked the short feet to the bed and pulled back the covers for her. She paused, and raised her lips for a kiss. He gave her the small, goodnight, kiss that she wanted, and she climbed in. Chuck slipped in behind her and wrapped her against him.

"I'm not going to sleep." She told him stubbornly.

She was out in minutes. He lay with her for a long while, but knew he wouldn't sleep. Instead he let his mind race as he took comfort in the warmth of her body and just being near her. After a couple of short hours, he sat up, but couldn't lose contact with her. So he kept a hand resting on Blair, and that connection kept him tethered as his mind raced over the events of the day.

End of Flashback. Right now...

Blair carefully turned over under the arm that held her, and pulled herself up to sit against the headboard of the bed, allowing his arm to stay around her, resting across her thighs.

God, he was perfect.

Her eyes traced over him again and again. His strong jaw that she loved to touch and stroke. His dark hair disheveled by her fingers, because she could never get enough of the feel of it as he kissed her. Kissed her. Those lips... Those lips that could whisper the most darkly, passionate words to her, and follow through on every promise. She warmed remembering ever kiss, touch, taste and worship she'd experienced under that mouth.

For a brief moment a cloud passed over her eyes as she remembered the short moments of hell she'd lived through yesterday, when she'd been told he might be dead.

As chasm had opened up underneath her, threatening to suck her into it's blackness at the thought of a life she'd be forced to live without him. A part of her mind had raced to say that what she was seeing on the report wasn't true. She would know if he were dead. She'd feel it in her heart. Her soul. She'd feel the parts of her that were intwined with him die.

Even still, she didn't breath right until she physically saw him up on stage with her own eyes. And it had taken longer still to recover and stop shaking from just the fear of him being hurt or dead.

She gently reached out and touched his jaw, careful not to wake him. Her eyes filled with tears. She sometimes felt it was impossible to love someone as much as she loved Chuck, but then she'd be surprised to realize she loved him even more than she had the day before.

Wanting to move away from the dark thoughts of the scare of nearly losing him, she thought about the good most recent memories.

From the moment she'd awoken to Jack knocking at the Inn door, it was as if everything else had happened in a whirlwind. With a smile her mind raced over the proposal, the courthouse, the wedding and the reception.

She'd been her Elie Saab. He'd been in his matching suit. Their friends and family around them had been wonderful. Then the party had ended, and Blair had looked to Chuck, as if to say, "What now?"

He'd had a plan, of course he'd had a plan for their wedding night.

From her Mother's, he'd taken her to the Plaza and up to a suite. She nearly screamed as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her across the threshold. He's laughed with joy, and she'd joined him before pulling him in for a kiss. A kiss that has quickly gone from sweet to passionate.

Long months of celibacy had their need for each other coursing through every fiber of their beings. Even still, Chuck was careful not to snare the zipper of her dress as he desperately tugged it down, knowing she'd want to save the dress forever. Blair was not as considerate. She popped every one of his shirt's buttons as she ripped it open to claw her fingers through his chest hair and across his skin, to the quickly sooth it with her lapping tongue. He hissed then gasped at the electric sensations, before shoving her back a little, but only to drag the dress from her body. With that out of the way, he'd torn her slip in the need to get to her skin. HIs pants had followed suit.

They hadn't made it to the bed, and had ended up consummating their marriage against the heavy oak door of their suite. It had been hard, and fast, and they'd loved every second of it. Blair's head had lain back against the door, Chuck's body still slumped into hers, his head slack on her shoulder, as they'd panted to catch their breath. Her eyes had fluttered open and her fists had found his hair to drag his head up so that her mouth could find his. Kissing him again. Wanting him again. Always wanting him.

It had taken a round on the plush rug, and another on the coffee table before they'd finally made it to the bed. They'd been enwrapped in each other in the king sized bed ever since.

Sitting there now, looking down at him as he lay snug to her side, Blair had no idea what time it was. If she was honest she wouldn't even venture to guess what day it was. She smiled, because all she knew was him. And then she caught sight of her hand on his skin, and saw her engagement ring and wedding ring sparkle on in finger, and she nearly passed out as the truth hit her.

This wasn't just for now. He was hers. Always. Forever. She knew in her soul in was going to be her and him forever. In good times and in bad. In sickness and in health.

The were married now. Sealed.

It was as if her body couldn't contain all the joy that flooded her in those moments as her mind finally processed the reality of their lives. Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck. They were now husband and wife. Wife and husband.

I a wave of emotion she pushed her dead to the world new husband onto his back and quick straddled him waist.

"CHUCK!" She shouted in glee as her tiny hands slapped down on his bare chest.

"Dammit, Waldorf!" Chuck grumbled as he snapped awake. However he didn't complain at being trapped under the weight of her body, and in fact his hands began to move over the skin of her thighs and up towards her belly.

"BASS!" She scowled, and caught his hands in hers.

"Yes?" He asked with a raised brow as he let her pin his hands to the pillow under his head.

"No, not you." She said as the beautiful, happy smile returned to her face. He didn't even mind that desire wasn't in her gaze, because her eyes were so filled with joy.

She leaned closer and started pressing small kissed on his face. "Me."

"You?" he shut his eyes, bathing in the sensations.

"Yes, when you're in bed with me, you'll call me by my name, thank you very much."

He realized his mistake, and he grinned. "My deepest apologies, Mrs. Bass."

"That's better." She nodded primly and rewarded his good behaviour with a deep kiss, her tongue seeking his.

Just as things were getting heated she pulled away again.

"Chuck, we're married. We are married!" She let go of him for a second to clam her hands and squee.

Chuck raised himself up on his elbows, but grunted as Blair threw herself at him, tackling him back onto the mattress. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she hugged him so tight, he almost couldn't breathe. Chuck didn't complain though, and his arms came about her, hugging her back just as tight.

"I had the same thought about an hour ago. Then I let you sleep, because that's what a good spouse does..." He whispered pointedly in her ear.

She sighed heavily. "Very well... Go back to sleep."

She had his number. He was rock hard underneath her. Very slowly they started to make love. Touching. Caressing. Not stoping till they were caught in the grip of an orgasm so intense if felt like a little death. All the while they whispered to each other.

"I... love you... I love you... I... love... you..." Over and over till they didn't know who was speaking and who was listening, and all they knew was that it was the truth.

Blair was asleep before he'd even left her body, and Chuck carefully pulled out, laying back and pulling her to his side. In her sleep she snuggled closer into his chest, contented little mews, like his kitten, were her only sounds as she slipped deeper into slumber.

Chuck hadn't been lying. He'd woken some time before she had and been floored himself. It was real. Blair was his wife. His family. He would get to be the father of her children. He would get to spend his whole life with her.

He'd had to restrain himself from waking her up, especially when he realized how wet his eyes were, but he had. He had lain next to her. His wife. And watched her sleep, until he fell back asleep himself, knowing that he was going to get to lay next to her and wake up to her tomorrow and every day after that.

The couple slept on. Replete with love and the knowledge that they'd finally fulfilled one of their hearts' greatest desires.

Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf were married.

TahDAH! Okay, now... I have no idea about what you all think about Dan being Gossip Girl...but it's become the most hilarious thing to me that the show has ever done. I am watching some S4 and 5... and literally nearly wetting myself! I really do think there should be a drinking game, where you take a drink every time Dan says to one of the NJBC members, "I don't know? You guys never tell me anything." and yet he knows EVERYTHING! It also... makes Dan look totally cray cray... which disturbs me because I've started finding him more attractive... DON'T JUDGE ME! hehe. Okay, so to all the ITY readers, I'm gonna try to have something up soon.

To all the non-ITY readers, I wish you a Merry Christmas, or Happy Holidays!