I'm running out of ways to make you see
I want you to stay here beside me
I won't be okay and I won't pretend I am
So just tell me today and take my hand

Just say yes.

-Snow Patrol

Sometimes hours can feel like minutes and sometimes a single second can last a lifetime. For Chuck, the second that would never end was this one.

It was as if time had been stopped. His heart was racing, his head miles away from where they were, picturing far, out of place scenarios. Blair and him on a beach, Blair and him holding hands, Blair and him…his head told him to stop, but his heart told him to keep going. But he knew it was not the end, it was just the beginning. Bittersweet, but oh so fulfilling. He was scared. She was scared. Could two maimed souls fix each other? It was a good question that neither of them had the audacity or comprehension to answer because at this moment he clung to the hope of a future, of change, not even that they would be together just that they wouldn't be alone.

It is hard to fight a battle alone, especially a battle raging inside yourself. And he knew that for people like them that battle was never ending. However, in this solar eclipse of a moment all he could feel was her. Her lips, her hair, her porcelain skin. He craved the closeness, the familiarity, the fire of her. She made him feel alive and to feel alive on the Upper East Side was a far out luxury. It was a commonality for men to have malevolent mistresses and woman to have coveted affairs with shall we say less aged men. It was all for the thrill, the experience, the breaking of that sculpted mold of society to loosen the tryst of monogamy's thin ties and take a ride on the wild side. For Chuck this feeling was something he both feared and priced. Time would tell, but he knew one way or another that Blair Waldorf would be the death of him.

When they finally broke apart, it felt like time had been ripped apart. Her hair was mused and his eyes were all over her. She tried to mentally compose herself with chants of get it together Waldorf, you are better than this, never, ever give anyone, especially Chuck Bass the upper hand. Oh, but how she wanted to. She wanted someone to lift the responsibility off her shoulders and let her just float. Float away on a cloud of nothingness. And she knew that with Chuck she was on that cloud. She wanted to be that girl who just left it all behind and let herself fall. She wanted to be Serena. She wanted to fall hard. She wanted the romance, the great love, the heartache. She wanted her moment to be Audrey and be in the spotlight. She wanted to feel beautiful. And god damn it she was going to get it. All of it.

They looked at each other at the same moment. Brown eyes met hazel in a fiery explosion of fireworks. Some may say explosive. And so they were. Chuck and Blair lighting up the night and coming down to the fiery pits of hell, only to do it all again. She liked the sound of that.

He gave her a look of fire and ice as he opened the door of the limo for her. She raised her eyebrow in question. He just shrugged in response and got in after her with a look of indifference to the small crowd that had gathered outside the Palace.

She looked around her taking in the whole scene; her face was scrunched in apprehension and excitement. She was breathing it all in.

After a moment she raised her eyebrows in utter perplexion and said, "So Bass the place hasn't changed much except for that fiery red, floor length, skin tight dress fit for a harlot sitting on the seat, next to a vintage, black Armani suit with oh of course a matching red bow tie. We would not want to forget that touch would we?"

"Waldorf it's the most important part of the look, besides what would Gossip Girl say if we didn't coordinate?"

"Oh and it would just be so crippling to disappoint her now wouldn't it?" She paused a second before questioning, "How did you even do this?"

He gave a devilish smirk in her direction and said, "Well Waldorf you're the one who said lets go paint the town so unless you wanted to do that in our uniforms I decided to take action and make the proper clothing arrangements."

"As in you texted Arthur to pick us up a rush order at Barneys?"

"I am appalled you would think my tactics were that obvious, believe me Waldorf I have my ways none of which concern you."

She rolled her eyes and was inwardly impressed at his ability to stay one step ahead of her, but out loud she said "Bass do not give me that, anyways where do you expect me to change?"

He looked at her not even believing his luck, she was going to wear the dress, "Is there a problem with the accommodations in this limo, I mean last time you were only all too willing."

"You wish you could get that lucky twice, just look over there while I put it on."

"Oh Waldorf I intend to and I cannot make any promises to that regard."

"Just get dressed we have a lot to do in such little time."

"Waldorf we have all night."

"And if that's not long enough?"

"I will see what I can do then."

Heat rushed to her face and her cheeks turned a bright crimson. She could not believe she had said that, what was wrong with her? Instituting a commitment from Chuck Bass, of all people? Had she completely and totally lost it? For a second time seemed to stop. But only for a second. Blair Waldorf always held the power. At least that is what she kept telling herself, but with Chuck Bass that line continued to become blurrier and blurrier. But then he had said something, something she thought she would never hear Chuck Bass say. It was not a commitment and for anyone in a normal relationship it meant nothing. But she knew for Chuck it was a promise, a promise for another day, another night, another moment with her. And that meant something.

She winked at him and said, "Try to resist looking." And with a flip of her gleaming, mahogany curls she began to change.

He knew that if he looked at her he would not be able to look away. She was that captivating. But being Chuck Bass, he looked anyways. He inwardly groaned when he saw her beginning to shimmy into the tight red gown. His eyes roamed up and down her flawless figure, he could feel himself growing harder. She met his heated gaze and gave him a seductive smile.

He huskily whispered to her, "Please?"

"Now Bass God rewards those who are patient and I happen to enjoy a hot and bothered Bass, so restrain yourself," she gave him her classic bitchy smile and she began to pull hair hands through her curls knowing it would drive him crazy.

"Waldorf your bitch is showing."

She smiled and said, "I personally think it's my best look."

He smirked and as the limo came to a jolting stop outside their first destination whispered under his breath, "As do I, but only when you're my bitch."

She gave him a challenging smirk said, "I heard that Bass."

He faked an angelic look and murmured, "I only speak the truth."

She rolled her eyes and shot back, "You disgust me."

"Waldorf you know you love it, I can see it in your eyes. I know you better than I know myself."

Before she could relent he pulled her into a kiss that would make even Audrey Hepburn rue the day. As they broke apart he whispered, "Say I am right."

She smiled, "You're right."

And so he was.

A/N

Hey guys! This chapter kind of just came to me in the moment- it's less lyrical and shorter than the last one, but I think it came out pretty good. I tried to go classic C&B I hope I did them justice. Anyways this chapter was kind of more of a filler than anything else before they go to destination one, but I wanted to give you guys an update before the weekend so here it is! Also, where would everyone like to see them go for destination one they will eventually make it to the Snowflake Ball, but not for destination one. Any ideas? Please review this chapter and general and if you have any suggestions, feedbacks etc. please leave that to! Thanks guys you inspire me to write more! Xoxo Kat

PS- I posted a link to the red dress Blair would be wearing on my profile. Check it out!