"And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."

- The Holiday

Chuck could not bring himself to think why she had kissed him; he was too busy repeating in his head over and over that her lips should not have felt that good. She was his step-sister, she was Dan's ex, Nate's ex, Blair's ex best friend and their lips together should not have made any sense.

Let's face it: in the Upper East Side, everybody had fucked together, everybody had been involved together one way or another, that's why Gossip Girl was so powerful. Everybody but them. They were the impossible pairing, the "never going to happen" couple, they were Chuck and Serena and between them there had always been room for only one feeling: a sick fascination. Of course he had dreamt of fucking her brains out when she had been the golden girl and he the sexual bastard of town but he had wanted to fuck anybody then. He didn't do shiny happy girls and she didn't do dark outrageous bastards. So what the hell were they doing then? Maybe it was because she wasn't as shiny as a few years ago or maybe he wasn't that outrageous anymore.

The thing is that, against all odds, their lips felt freaking awesome together. So instead of stopping the kiss, he deepened it because for the first time in weeks he wasn't thinking about Blair or his family problems but just about the delicious feeling of her soft yet demanding lips on his own.

What the hell was she doing? She just had kissed Chuck Bass! Even worse, she was still kissing him. He asked for entrance and she gladly accepted him, she thought their tongues were going to battle mercilessly but it was nothing like that, they were executing a sensual dance, perfectly encompassed together. It felt as if their mouths and tongues had been doing this for years although they had never touched each other. That was what scared the more Serena: it felt natural. The one thing everybody knew would never happen felt natural. Serena thought how a few years ago this moment would have meant the lowest point of her existence and how now it didn't mean that at all. Had they changed that much or had the world around them? Maybe both.

Her arms found their way to his neck and her right hand ended up in his luxurious dark hair. He was holding her tight against his chest, his arms encircling her as a snake while her long golden hair was falling over them. There was nothing really sexual there: his hands stayed on her waist and hers behind his neck, there was no groping, no dry humping, just a slow and musical kiss and yet Serena could have sworn it was the most erotic moment of her life. They were kind of floating, the world still existed but it did not matter anymore. Not even Dan and Blair mattered, not the pain, not the loneliness, nothing really did anymore but their mouths dancing as if they had found the partner they were made for.

But Chuck and Serena were still human and the need to breath broke their embrace. They looked at each other, panting. This was a new feeling for them: it had not been earth-shattering, it had not been a tango and it had definitely not been like in a fairytale. It had been slow, calm, natural, easy and even peaceful. The kiss had not worked as an eruption in a volcano but as the long, calm and hypnotic movement of the Nile. The moment was gone and what followed wasn't cliché at all because they were not cliché, never have been. She was no princess, he was no hero and there was no movie.

So there was no confession of undying love since both were aware they were in love with other persons. There was no asking for explanations because, honestly, they didn't think there was a reason for their kiss and if there was it didn't really matter anymore. There was no talk about the kiss because both knew perfect they had felt the exact same thing. There were not reproaches either. The world was complicated; they were complicated and full of non sense. But it didn't matter, when you are Chuck Bass and Serena Vanderwoodsen you have known for a long time that your existence is way too complicated to make sense anymore.

So he just took her hand in his, she answered with a smile and he walked her to his bed. They both slipped under the covers and he held her tight. No words were exchanged. They both knew that tomorrow they would wake up with all of their problems still there but that night they would sleep peacefully, unaware of the world and its tribulations.

"But sometimes what starts as a fling, can lead to the real thing."

- Gossip Girl

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