Last night's epi was such a blast from the past - an NJBC smackdown, Serena wearing a semi-appropriate dress (though a full length skirt would have been nicer than one which barely covered her macaron) and we're back to 'Waldorf' and 'Bass'. How I've missed those pseudonyms, but I'm glad they saved them for such an important moment. Chuck and Blair have never stopped being in love, but I feel like we're back in season one again: facing two fresh-faced teenagers who are just realising that lust isn't the only thing they feel for each other. Their kiss in this epi reminded me of their first, and that's what inspired this.
Enjoy.
Such Is The Case With Persons Of Grace
"Well, that was..."
"Friendly."
"Mmmm."
When he is still and intent, sometimes she thinks she can hear cogs turning; this time, she can only hear his heartbeat. She's almost too afraid to move, lost in the promise of whatever pain and anger and hatred have become. Passion's flame burns brightest within them, it always has - this came later, this silence and quiet reverie.
"What are you thinking?"
Her hair was pulled down by one of them at some point, and lies in a glorious riot of curls across the fair skin over her spine. "I said we'd come full circle: sex in the limo, nothing but sex..."
"And now this."
"Yes."
Tangled; that's the best way to describe them, tangled together. The step between what they had and what they are lies in this intermingling, in the desperation that has fallen away and left the room full of moonlight. She brushes her foot lightly against his calf and he strokes back her hair noncommittally, like they have all the time in the world. He's wrong, and she knows it. There's only ever been so long with them in the afterglow before feelings start kicking in and biting them both in the ass (and damn it, Serena's right, because any feelings between Chuck and Blair tend to make them into ChuckandBlair, which is never a good idea).
"I can't help it," she says softly. "I can't help but feel seventeen with you."
"Things haven't changed that much," he replies. "And just because we don't say so doesn't mean it isn't true."
The reason we can't say those three words to each other isn't because they aren't true.
Three words; eight letters. Say it...and I'm yours.
I love you too.
Fin.