I really intended to write an angsty fic, but this was ready first. Futurefic again :)

And was anyone else super proud of Serena last ep? She's too awesome 3

"Shhhhh! You'll get us caught!" Serena giggles around her words, tugging on Dan's hand. He stifles his own laughter, slipping out of the storeroom into the low light of the gallery that had once been his father's. The darkness casts odd shadows across the contemporary pieces of the walls and Dan stops to look at one which reminds him of a Rorschach test,

"This is hideous; do people actually pay money for this?"

His fiancé puts her finger to his lips, "Shhhhhhhhh!" She's quite tipsy, they both are, and she tumbles into him accidently. Dan catches one hand, the other still up against his face and they stagger backwards together. They'd spent majority of the day doing last minute shopping, battling against the Christmas Eve crowds and eventually collapsing back at the loft. Serena had peeled off her gloves as Dan made them hot chocolate, then came bounding in with all the energy and grace of a Labrador pup, Dan! It's snowing!

They stood at the window watching it in awe for a moment, Serena slipping her arm through his. She smiled sunnily at him, we're not doing anything else today, and he replaced the hot chocolate with a few glasses of wine while Serena cooked them spaghetti (under his strict supervision). Two hours later Dan had tickled her side as they lay on the couch, is this your best Christmas in the history of Christmas? Serena shrieked with laughter, rolling on top of him, not yet, but I know how to make it that way. He's not sure whether it's the wine or her lips against his neck, but somehow breaking into the gallery seemed like a good thought.

At the time.

"This might be the worst idea you've ever had, Serena." Dan says as they pad through the hall to reach the gallery space. She makes an amused sound,

"That is so not true Dan Humphrey, what about that time I tried to cook dinner for our anniversary?" He cringes at the memory of chicken burnt at the outside and pink inside, "Or when I let Blair plan our engagement party?"

"My mother did not appreciate being mistaken for the help…"

"She wore black and white to a party, who does that? Anyway, what about that Thanksgiving we pretended to date to get rid of…" Serena stops abruptly in front of him, her brow furrowed in thought.

"Gabriel?" Dan suggests.

Serena clicks her fingers, "Yes, Gabriel! I couldn't even remember his name, that isn't good is it?"

He wraps his arms around her middle, pressing a kiss into her neck, temple, the shell of her ear, "It's the wine." She turns in his grip, eyes bright and playful,

"Mister Humphrey, are you trying to take advantage of me in my slightly drunken state?" Serena kisses along his jaw gently, one hand playing with his short dark ringlets. He sighs a little under her attention, "If anyone is taking advantage of anyone, it's you. You plied me with alcohol and convinced me to break into an art gallery,"

She giggles lightly into his skin, "Is it still breaking in if you have a key? It isn't our fault they didn't change the locks."

Dan's playing with the hem of her shirt, and when he slips a hand underneath to brush the smooth skin of her hip Serena pushes him away. He frowns, "What, are my hands cold?"

"Noooo….but I didn't break in here not to find our spot," she responds, grinning as she darts away around the corner with more deftness he would think given her state. Dan tries after her but stumbles in his haste, more drunk than he'd like to admit,

"How are you doing that, you're drunk! And I told you it was breaking in!"

Her laughter comes from his left, and he follows the wall until he sees her sitting in the middle of the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Dan pauses a minute, taking in the sight of Serena. The skylight allows a glow to fall to the floor and she's right beneath it, gold-spun hair reflecting the light of the city and eyes sparkling with child-like glee. She's sitting with effortless grace, legs folded under her and arms braced behind her. She looks just the way she did that Christmas Eve years ago, down to the expression on her face and hair tumbling over her shoulders, and he wants her so badly it hurts.

Serena's gaze moves to his and she smiles, patting the floor beside her. Dan wanders over, trying to be as steady as possible. When he drops to the ground she's looking at him with a wry smile, "Two and a half glasses of wine and you can barely walk." He tries to chuckle to give the impression of sobriety and accidently snorts.

For all her instructions for him to 'shhhhhh' earlier, Serena does nothing to stifle the hysterical laughter that echoes airily off the walls as she falls to her back and clutches her side.

"Oh come on, as if it is that funny."

Serena is quite the seasoned drinker compared to Dan, but she's drunk enough that it is that funny, "Oh…..I….I.." She cannot get the words out around her breathlessness. Dan frowns at her with fondness, leaning over her form that is still shaking with mirth. He rests his hands either side of Serena, waiting for the giggles to cease. Her cheeks are rosy from smiling and she reaches up to play with his ears, "You're very accidently funny, future husband of mine."

Future husband makes his heart feel as though it's in his throat. Serena had been slow to warm up to the marriage lingo, just as she had been towards the idea of marriage in general. But Dan was patient, and eventually she found herself as excited about their wedding and marriage as he is.

Dan puts most of his weight on one arm, running his free hand from her hip, past the dip of her waist to the curve of her breast. The touch is so light it almost isn't there, and Serena grasps a firm handful of his hair, pulling his face down to hers. Dan half falls on her, unprepared, and suddenly they're barely two inches apart, their breath mingling as Serena smiles unreservedly at him. One of his legs is between hers and Serena feels somewhat more sober when she notices his body pressed up against hers. Dan's crooked grin adorns his face, and he leans in to nuzzle her nose with his own,

"You know what, future wife of mine?" His hand is wandering about the skin beneath her bra, and Serena's eyes flutter closed,

"Mmhmmm.." She answers breathily as his lips caress the skin below her ear.

"I'm not sure it's a good idea….for you to make fun of me…considering you're so ticklish.." He murmurs in between kisses.

"Mmmm, what has that got to do with anything?" Serena's voice is laced with desire and pleasure, barely more than a whisper. The hand beneath her shirt moves back to her side, and Dan bites her gently on the ear before digging his fingers into her skin.

"Ahhhhhh! Daaan!" She squeals and wriggles under him, trapped between the hand that's tickling her and his body. He laughs and assaults her other side, resting his weight lightly atop her while she smacks him on the shoulders, "Stop! DAAN!" Her childish laughter begets her enjoyment though her tone is irate, and he lowers his face to hers,

"Say you're sorry for making fun of me!"

"I….I wasn't…"

He launches another attack on her sensitive skin, and Serena's giggles become louder.

"Don't deny it Van der Woodsen!"

By now she can barely speak and her sides are aching from tickling and laughter, so all she manages to do is nod.

"You're sorry?"

She nods again, and Dan stills his hands. Her breaths are heaving as she recovers, and the pressure of her chest against his is unexpectedly a turn on. She smacks him on the chest, "You are going to regret that."

Dan chuckles, "Oh, am I? What are you going to do, cook me dinner again?"

Serena gasps, her mouth agape, "Daniel Humphrey, how dare y-" He swallows her words, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. She resists at first, then nips at his lower lip and kisses him back aggressively, noticing the snowflakes building up on the skylight behind his head. She pulls her mouth from his, breathing heavily once more.

"Dan?"

"Yeah?" He winds a gold curl through his fingers.

"It's snowing again." Dan turns to look, and she takes the chance to reach up and place a gentle kiss to his cheek, "Merry Christmas, husband."

He remembers the other night they spent here and how nervous he was. Looking back now Dan cringes at how awkward he was, not sure what to do with his hands and accidently elbowing himself before head butting Serena. He couldn't have known then they'd be in the same position years later, mere weeks away from their wedding after breaking up and making up thrice. That they'd have dated their way through many strangers and as many friends before coming back together. Let alone that they would get drunk one night and decide to break into the gallery in Brooklyn where they'd first surrendered themselves to each other completely. But, here they are, and despite the messy road that had led them here neither one would ever change it.

He looks back down at her, all soft, willing and warm. And his, for the rest of his life, his, "Merry Christmas, Mrs Humphrey."

Okay, so in reality they'd get caught on cameras and arrested, but this is pointless fluff, anything can happen in the world of pointless fluff!