Last Night—Bonus

Blair

Mhm…last night was…mhm…

My birthday party, yes…

And God, that awful text from GossipGirl

Forget Nate. You two broke up, remember?

And you publicly already announced it.

But…who's…oh, right.

Chuck Bass.

And his amazing present. The "Really, I'm sorry," face and leaning on my shoulder with such a sweet, lost puppy look…

What we did…kissing…making out…and…

Oh…the second time?

In two days?

My head must be kidding me.

Or my heart.

What could I possibly see in him?

But he's such a sweet guy.

Oh my God, I can't believe I'm giving in so easily.

A muffled groan from beside me.

Chuck's already waken up.

I plant a light kiss on his lips, but he pulls me in, kissing even more deeply that I need to detach myself.

"Morning," I tell him with a smile.

Chuck sits up, putting his arms around me, I resting my head on his shoulders, "No more pillow throwing?" he teases, with that unforgettable smirk.

I giggle. "Why not? You want one?"

He waves his hands. "Nope. Better not," looking down at my face sweetly.

"What?" I ask, blushing.

I am blushing for Chuck Bass?

God.

"Just reminding myself how lovely you look in the morning." He can be such a sweet-talker when he wants to.

"So it's us. We're together now. Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck, isn't it?"

I stare into his brown eyes, "Just not officially. We need not Nate to know." At my words, he gives a Chuck frown, yet quickly curling his lips into a devilish grin.

Ah, I know that look.

"But we are together," he repeats, squeezing my hands, "Or, at least, the butterflies are."

That makes me laugh.

"So what'd you say?"

Before I have a chance to answer, (and much to my delighted surprise), he kisses me again.

Chuck

Minus the victory party at Victorla, last night was probably the best night of my life.

A little cheer-up gift can do ah-mazing things.

I don't know how many times I've used that word around her, but maybe because Blair's such an amazing girl. Unlike any I've been with.

With her, everything's completely different.

More fulfilled, somehow…

And the kissing part, of course, absolutely irresistible…

The rest, as they say, is history.

Oh.

Heard some noises beside me.

Blair's already woken up.

I pretend to be asleep, shutting my eyes, but feel a touch on my lips—unbelievable, Blair Waldorf kissing me, Chuck Bass, good morning?

I must be in heaven. Or an alternate universe.

Not to waste time while she's in the mood, I pull her in for more.

Mhm, I just can't get enough of the Blair pie that I love—even the cherry on top, her lips—taste so good.

About a minute of bliss—and very enjoyable making out moments—not that I actually care about kissing/making out time. You have to take your time doing these—before Blair detaches, I sitting up, resting my back on the pillow.

"Morning," she tells me, smiling that cute smile I love about her.

I wrap my arms around her, while she uses my shoulders as her head rester.

"No more pillow throwing?" I tease, Blair giggling.

If anything, I wish we could stay this way forever. Without anyone intervening.

"Why not? You want one?" on her face is a mischievous smile.

I wave my hands, "Nope. Better not." instead taking my own sweet time to study her face, trying to read her mind.

Does she even feel the same way as I do?

I must have stared for quite a bit for time—well, she's quite a looker even for waking up early in the morning, her brown chocolate curls all tousled up, and her face naturally untouched—for Blair starts doing that thing when her words don't match her lips. (the same time my heart starts doing that thing when its thumps don't match its beats—um, what in the New York world's happening to me?)

"What?" she asks in an irked voice, her eyes playful.

No more excuses, just the plain truth.

"Just reminding myself how lovely you look in the morning," I say, tightening my grip on her fragile shoulders.

Huh, what did I just say?

When it comes to being sweet and romantic, who knows I'm capable of this particular department?

Blair must have interpreted that forgotten, overlooked fact as well, a sneaky grin evident on her face.

Hate to break the moment, but here goes.

"So it's us. We're together now. Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck, isn't it?"

'Just not officially,' she says.

Who cares? As long as we're together I'd never want to let her go. Not Blair. My Blair.

And to think she has the nerve to mention his name up here.

Look, I (as of now) care about four things: money, the pleasure money brings me, and Nate, and Blair.

As long as we can keep this a secret—I know how painful it will be to watch her talk to Nate again (even as friends, but I know too well I can never hold back jealousy and temptation.)

Against all options, we've still got now. The time on our hands.

Better cherish it now than never.

I squeeze her hands, trying to comfort her (and myself), joking about the butterflies.

"So what'd you say?"

I ask, but not really giving her a chance to answer.

Enough talking time.

Giving in and kissing her again…

Enjoying the moment while it lasts.

A/N: I can't get enough of Chuck/Blair!

Love you all and thank you for everything,

Happy New Year 2009!

Your ever humble fanfic writer :)