This is a one shot I wrote for Mary's birthday. It's a week late but I always say better late than never. It's set in my WLADS universe. Enjoy! Reviews are always appreciated it. And if you're looking for some good reads head over to Mary's page (scarlett2U) and check out her fics.

Blair Waldorf Bass opened the master bedroom closet safe. This was the place they stored their everyday jewelry and valuables. Things like her Harry Winston diamond earrings and Bvlgari necklace and Chuck's engraved Tiffany cufflinks. Their custom pieces and more valuable things, like Grace Kelly's Cartier engagement ring that Chuck had hard won for her at auction, were kept in the basement's fingerprinted locked vault. Most ordinary people would've considered the bedroom safe a verifiable Aladdin's cave comparable to The Crown Jewels but to the Basses they were pieces you threw on before heading out to dinner. The really good stuff was downstairs.

Blair knelt down onto the carpet reaching towards the back of the bottom shelf. Her fingers landed on the black leather box she had been looking for. Pulling it out she ran a finger over the gold embossed name stamped across the top; Erickson Beamon.

Immediately her mind flitted back to her seventeenth birthday and Chuck gifting it to her. She remembered exactly what she was wearing, the heady scent of Chuck's cologne in the room, his lips against her shoulder and she could still remember exactly how his fingers felt as they grazed the back of her neck when he clasped the necklace around her throat. It felt as if it was only yesterday. Her cheeks warmed as she also recalled the vigorous sex they had had following that very tender moment. She had still been slightly sore from the back of the limo the night before but she hadn't cared one bit. All she wanted in that moment was to be desired and coveted and Chuck had made her feel both.

"Hey, what are you doing in here?"

Blair flinched, slightly embarrassed to be caught daydreaming about a time long since passed. She glanced up at her husband as she came to her feet closing the door to the safe.

"I was looking for this." She held up the box for him to see.

Chuck approached her sliding his arms around her waist. He placed a kiss to her cheek. "Are you planning on wearing it tonight?" He smiled at down at her looking very pleased.

Tonight was their daughter, Cordelia's, eighteenth birthday and there was a lavish party, painstakingly planned by Blair, being held at the Empire rooftop. It had all been months in the making and Blair had been very thankful for every minute of the distraction it provided. They had suffered so much the previous year and she felt as if this was marking the end of their deep mourning of the loss of their baby. Their family was finally in a better place. Cordelia was graduating high school and heading to the Sorbonne in the fall, Henry was graduating Yale and taking his place at BI and Ned was Ned; always the well-adjusted one. The fog had seemed to lift in the past couple of months and things felt somewhat normal again. This party was the start of nothing but good things; Blair was convinced of it.

Blair placed a kiss to Chuck's lips before pulling out of his embrace heading into the dressing room. "Actually, I thought now would be a good time to gift it to Cordelia." She placed the box on top of her dressing table. "I know you thought she was too young at thirteen and then I had planned to give it to her last year but we weren't in a good place." Blair rolled her eyes as she sat down on the padded bench in front of her vanity mirror.

She picked up her sterling hairbrush and pulled it through her curls. "So I figured tonight would be the perfect occasion." She set the brush aside gathering her curls up into a messy bun glancing at her reflection turning her head from side to side. "Hair up or down tonight?"

It was then that she realized how quiet Chuck was being. She caught his reflection in the mirror. "Chuck?"

He shook his head. "Up."

She let the hair fall back to her shoulders and turned to look up at him. "What's wrong?"

He reached out taking the necklace. "I don't think Cordelia is ready for a gift like this."

Blair's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "What are you talking about? You gave her earrings at Christmas from Van Cleef's. The necklace is worth a quarter of those."

"This is vintage and irreplaceable. They only made one of these. The earrings can be replaced." He opened the lid of the box looking over the platinum, diamond and pearl necklace. He reached out straightening one of the floral drops hanging from the chain. "Besides we're already giving her the trip to Japan that she wanted."

Blair realized that he wasn't talking about monetary value. She stood up reaching out for the box closing it. She set it aside on the table before wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Chuck, I don't need that necklace to remind me of your love." She kissed him. "It's time to start letting go of some of these things. Not to mention that it was designed for a much younger woman than me."

He sighed knowing he was being ridiculous. He squeezed her waist where his hands were resting. "You're right. It's not the things that are important and Cordelia will love it."

Blair smiled indulgently up at him. "Exactly and it will match her dress perfectly." She kissed him once more this time putting a bit more passion into it.

His hands slipped around her and he tightened his hold on her.

She kissed a trail along his jaw to his ear and whispered breathlessly, "Make love to me before I get my hair done?"

It was a question but not one that really had to be asked. Chuck picked her up and carried her out of their dressing room and into the bedroom where he made love to her so thoroughly that Blair's hairdresser actually complained about the amount of tangles and knots he had to brush out an hour later.

Blair, dressed for the party, picked up the Erickson Beamon necklace. She hadn't wrapped it yet and needed to do it. She paused opening the box to look at the piece one last time. She was once again struck with nostalgia.

She and Chuck had been so young and their sexual relationship not even twenty-four hours old when he had gone to the jewelers to purchase it. It suddenly hit her what that must have been like for him. Sixteen-year-old Chuck Bass feeling something he had never felt before in his short, hedonistic life. What had he called it? Butterflies. She smiled softly realizing how out of character this purchase had been for him at the time. What they had was unique and this was a tangible symbol of that. She knew in that moment that she would never part with this piece; it was way too valuable.

She closed the box and headed into the bedroom. Chuck was standing there in his custom made Dior tuxedo and he looked incredible. She approached him handing him the box.

He reached out taking it from her with a confused look on his face. "Shouldn't we wrap it?"

She smiled at the use of the royal "we". "I was hoping you'd put it on for me." She raised her eyebrows at him as he slowly came to understand what she was implying. "You were right. It's way too valuable. Cordelia will never be able to comprehend just how much it's worth."

Chuck smiled brightly as he lifted the necklace tossing the box aside. He then carefully placed it around her neck clasping it at her nape. He placed a kiss against the spot before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her shoulder softly.

"Thank you," he whispered against her temple.

She stroked her fingers along his clasped ones against her stomach. "Do you realize it's the first gift you ever gave me?"

"It was the least I could do for the gift you had given me the previous night. That one moment changed the trajectory of my life forever. Where would I be without you?"

Blair turned in his embrace. Her eyes were swimming with tears as they met his. "I love you, Chuck Bass; so much it consumes me." She kissed him deeply.

And even after all these many years she still felt them; butterflies.