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once upon a time (the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned)

[chuck and blair reminisce about the importance of a certain night 15 years ago with a little help from henry ♡ rated m]

Blair couldn't tell you the exact moment she fell in love with Chuck. She's been thinking all day. Maybe it was one afternoon in The Palace, tangling in the sheets and trying to stay quiet. Maybe it was when she caught sight of him at school, her heart feeling like it was stuck in her throat and her cheeks flushing. Maybe it was when he looked at her, and saw her, truly saw her, and didn't run away. Or, maybe, she's always loved him, since the very first moment they met, and she just couldn't admit it. Whatever the answer, she's certain that every day she loves him more, no matter how impossible it seems.

She sighs, moving another box out of her walk-in closet. Henry lays on her and Chuck's bed, happily sorting through old photographs that he found. Blair sets the latest box next to him, and once again questions why she decided that today, two days before her thirty-second birthday, is the perfect day to reorganise her closet.

"I like daddy's scarf" Henry declares, fingers tracing the image of his father, "is it in here?"

"It should be on his side of the closet" Blair replies, "maybe we can find it with him later"

Henry grins, "can I wear it?"

"Of course" Blair leans in conspiratorially, hand at the side of her mouth, "I think you'll look even more handsome than daddy wearing it"

"Really?" Henry gasps, eyes growing wide to match his smile.

"Really. And I'm sure daddy will agree"

With that she kisses his cheek and heads back into the closet, wishing that she had Dorota to help. She reaches up for the next box, her throat catching at the sight of it. This box has held joy, pain, the best memories, the worst memories, her everything, her nothing, something to reach for, and something to forget. The box itself may have changed over time, the contents grown, but it will always make her feel two days shy of seventeen. Or dizzyingly in love at eighteen. Or happier than ever at twenty-two. Blair carries it out proudly.

She gently sets it down on Henry's other side, his interest immediately sparking as she lifts the lid. Her hands carefully lift out the dress still on its hanger, fingers softly running over the blue lace.

"What's that mommy?" comes Henry's inquisitive voice, smaller hands resting on the edge of the box.

"This" Blair starts, fondness already seeping into her words, "is what I wore the day daddy fell in love with me, exactly fifteen years ago"

"That's a lot of years" Henry muses, "it looks kind of..." he trails off, lips twisting as he thinks into an expression that looks exactly like Chuck, "classic" he settles on.

Blair laughs "I said it looked like something from the Mayflower when your grandma Eleanor told me to wear it"

"So why'd you wear it?"

"Because it was the right thing to do. And because it ended up giving one of the best moments of my life"

"So daddy said he loved you then?"

"Not exactly" Blair smiles, dipping her head slightly, "but he did"

"But how do you know if he didn't say it?" Henry's eyebrows crease, reminding her entirely of herself this time.

"He told me later" she says, reaching out to tap his nose.

In hindsight, Chuck did make it very clear to her then too. They were both just too in-denial to realise it. Blair places the dress on the bed, and starts sorting through the rest of the box. The framed photo that used to sit in here now sits on her desk in her home office, alongside countless other pictures of her family. She tries to take some of the many inappropriate love letters out before Henry can see, but his little fingers are faster.

"You are my sympathy- my better self- my good angel- I am bound to you" Henry reads carefully aloud, Blair grateful that he didn't pick up anything unsuitable for an eight-year-old, "what does it mean mommy?"

"It's from a Charlotte Brontë novel, Jane Eyre. Daddy wrote that line for me a long time ago so I knew he was thinking of me when he went to work"

"Daddy still writes you things" Henry says confidently, trying to sneakily look at the notes Blair is keeping far away from him.

"And how do you know that?" she teases, placing the notes to the side.

"Because I've seen it. Yesterday, he wrote you something to give you today"

"Oh really? And did you happen-" she casually tickles his side, making him laugh, "to see what this very important note said?"

"Are you really that desperate to find out that you're resorting to interrogating our son?" comes Chuck's voice from their doorway.

Henry leaps up from their bed, hand tightly clutching his new favourite photograph of his father. Chuck crouches to hug him, softly kissing his head, before Henry eagerly shows him the photo.

"Mommy showed me her dress from when you fell in love too" Henry states proudly.

"Did she tell you the whole story?"

Henry shakes his head "nuh-uh. But she said I could wear your scarf!"

Chuck laughs softly, taking Henry's hand and leading him into his own side of their walk in closet, "let's get you suitably dressed to hear it, then"

Blair takes this opportunity to look through the notes, and can't fight the smile that blooms on her lips. They are sexual, sweet, loving, teasing, and everything in-between. She cannot wait to add another one to the pile.

Chuck and Henry come back out, and Blair beams at her boys. Chuck's scarf billows around Henry as he clambers back up onto the bed, a very familiar bowtie now adorning his little neck. Chuck comes up beside her, and kisses her once as a belated greeting, and twice just because he can.

"How do I look mommy?" Henry asks after they break apart, not at all phased by his parents kissing.

"I was right earlier" Blair says, reaching down to adjust his bowtie, "even more handsome than daddy"

Henry giggles at Chuck feigning offence, before leaning up to put his hand on his cheek like he's seen Blair do. Chuck kisses his palm, making Henry laugh again before dropping his hand back down. His small fingers carefully trace the lace pattern on his mother's dress, a question clearly forming in his head.

Henry takes a breath, "so what's the whole story? Why did you fall in love with mommy this day and not any other?"

Chuck sits next to Henry, Blair taking his other side, "because I saw her dance" he says simply.

Henry furrows his brows, "but you dance together all the time"

"We do. But, this time, she danced for me. She showed me her true self, and I never wanted her to be anything other than that. So that's why I fell in love with her"

Henry ponders this for a moment, chewing his lip. Blair quietly holds Chuck's hand behind Henry's back, trying to convey the words in her head. He knows, though. She is sure.

"So" Henry starts again, "what kind of dance did mom do? If it made you fall in love it must've been really good"

"Oh, I think mommy can show you" Chuck says, eyes sparkling.

"Oh, I don't think so" Blair says in a rush, standing quickly, "no dancing for mommy today"

"But I wanna see!" comes Henry's enthusiastic protest, his eyes shining like his father's, "come on mommy!"

"Yes, come on mommy"

Chuck snatches Blair's hand, pulling her swiftly onto his lap. She doesn't fight him, not really, simply making a fuss for Henry's amusement.

"Mommy can't dance like that anymore" she tries, ignoring Chuck's fingers tracing her hip, "sorry mon chou" she caresses Henry's cheek in an attempt to placate him.

Henry pouts, turning his best doe-eyed gaze on her, "are you sure?"

"I'm sure" she sighs.

"Then what about for daddy?" Henry tries.

"Yes" Chuck whispers lowly in her ear, "what about for daddy?"

Blair remains firm, "not even for daddy. But how about this-" she leans in towards Henry, "if you make sure you eat all your broccoli then I might be able to dance with you before daddy and I go out tonight. Deal?"

Henry considers her offer, glancing to Chuck for support, "all the broccoli?"

Blair nods, as does Chuck, before speaking, "all the broccoli" she says with exaggerated seriousness, "and I'll ask Rosalie to check"

Henry huffs, "deal"

They shake hands, Blair tickling him with her free hand until he squirms. Chuck joins in, Henry's laughter filling the room.

Their fun is interrupted by barking from downstairs. Clearly Rosalie is here. Blair wasn't entirely sure about hiring a French nanny, still lamenting the fact that Dorota couldn't join them in Paris, but Henry likes her, which is all that matters. His eyes widen, and he manages to sit up.

"I need to tell Rosalie about the broccoli!" he declares, darting off the bed.

Henry starts to leave, before doubling back to take the scarf off. Chuck thanks him with a kiss to the head, and Blair catches the careful way he folds it.

"Can I keep the bowtie on?"

"Of course"

Henry grins, "thank you daddy"

With that he's off, leaving Blair and Chuck alone. She gently lifts the dress up again, sighing back against Chuck as he comes up behind her. They stay like that for a moment, the air growing slightly warmer around them. Chuck kisses her neck softly. His hands skim the sides of her skirt, fingers teasing the fabric.

"I hear" Blair starts quietly, "that you have something for me. Our son hasn't mastered secret keeping just yet"

"We'll work on it on our next lost weekend" Chuck drawls, kissing just below her ear, "besides, you'll have to be more specific"

"A note"

Chuck hums lowly, "perhaps. But patience-" his teeth brush down her neck, "is a virtue, Waldorf"

Blair shivers, "do you really expect me to be virtuous today, Bass?"

"As I recall today is all about your virtue"

She mock huffs, pushing away from him to tidy the photos and clothing scattered on their bed. Chuck follows though, and presses one hand to her back as he picks up the photos Henry was looking through. They're mostly from before Henry was born, their younger selves staring back up at him. He flicks through them as Blair sets everything right again, before placing them back in the box he knows they're from without needing to ask. He never does. As Blair comes back to pick up the most important box, Chuck looks curiously through the few unframed photos still in there. Blair tries to halt his hands but he's faster, her fingers grabbing at the air.

"And here I thought Humphrey was the only stalker we knew" he teases, holding a photo of himself between his fingers.

"Please" Blair huffs for real this time, "I wasn't stalking you, we were dating"

"I don't remember agreeing to your little photoshoot though" he says, looking through the rest of the pictures, "if you'd asked I could've given you far more interesting material than me sleeping"

"I have enough interesting material on my phone, thank you" she snaps, taking the photos back, "now stop distracting me-"

"They're your boxes"

"From tonight" she calls from inside her closet, "what am I dressing for?"

"Me" is his answer, his hands sliding over her waist as she comes back next to him.

"Whatever happened to patience?" she teases, fingers tracing his jaw.

"There are limits" he murmurs, pressing his lips to her neck.

She moans softly, "there are"

He kisses her hotly, hands roaming up to her ribs. Her fingers weave into his hair, her other hand on his jaw, and it is almost enough to make her ruin their plans. Almost.

They are broken apart by the announcement that dinner is ready, and they always eat with Henry. Especially when they won't be there for his bedtime, like tonight. Blair nuzzles softly into Chuck's neck, kissing where his pulse thrums, before pulling back and smiling mischievously. She takes his hand and leads him away from the temptation of their empty bed. Besides, they have plenty of time for this tonight. Blair can hardly wait. And, judging by the way Chuck walks next to her, stopping and grunting and adjusting, neither can he.

After dinner is eaten and both Blair and Henry have bathed, her promise is kept while Chuck showers. They twirl around the living room together, her robe fanning out like a ballgown. It's not exactly the same dance she did fifteen years ago, but it's close enough for an eight-year-old to enjoy.

Eventually, she has to go and get dressed, leaving Henry with Rosalie and their ongoing chess game. By the time she gets upstairs Chuck is nowhere to be found, making her frown. Still, she needs to get ready for whatever that sneaky motherchucker is planning, and she's not going to let him throw her off now.

She emerges from her closet into their still empty bedroom, her eyes now catching a white card propped up on her dressing table. Finally. She goes over and plucks it from in front of her hairbrush, fingers gently running over the familiar initials embossed on the card.

You surprised me fifteen years ago, let me surprise you tonight. If you're still sure that is - C

Blair smiles all the way down the hallway, the stairs, and the foyer, until she finds Chuck and Henry consulting over the chessboard. She clears her throat. Chuck's gaze turns to her, and the room fades into nothingness. They could be in Paris, New York, Tuscany, anywhere. Nothing else matters but him. Nothing matters but them. He kisses her cheek, her eyes fluttering closed before his warm lips even touch her skin. His hand stays on her waist as he whispers in her ear, uncaring that Rosalie could overhear.

"Mommy! You look devastating!" Henry states, parroting his father's words as he hugs her, his arms careful not to crush the purple fabric of her dress.

"Thank you, mon chéri" she replies, kissing his cheek and carefully swiping the remnants of her lipstick off of him, "will you be ok with Rosalie until we get home?"

Henry nods, "we're gonna play chess!" he lowers his voice, leaning up to Blair's ear, "she actually thinks she can win this time"

Blair smiles, "well I'm sure you'll show her exactly who she's dealing with"

Chuck leans down to give Henry a goodnight hug of his own, "have fun. And remember that Tiger can sleep in your room tonight"

Henry beams at the mention of his beloved puppy, "really?"

"Really" Chuck says, ignoring Blair's frown.

They both hug Henry again, kissing his head and making sure that Rosalie knows the schedule. Then, Chuck takes Blair's hand and guides her towards the foyer.

They step outside, November chill in the air. But that is not what makes Blair gasp.

"You brought the limo?" she says, incredulous at the sight of Arthur standing before her as if it's the most natural thing in the world for him to be in Paris right now.

"I did" Chuck says smoothly, leading her towards the awaiting open door, "come on, Waldorf, I thought you were still sure" he teases.

Blair gets in, the familiar leather welcoming her body as if she never left it. Chuck gets in beside her, leaving space for her dress while still holding her hand. It is a much needed relief, Blair finds, to be sitting here and feel sixteen again. The limo sets off, Blair turning to Chuck for any kind of hint about where they're going, but he just keeps his mouth shut. Basshole.

After a comfortably short ride with an even more comfortable amount of champagne for "authenticity" in Blair's words, they come to a stop. She looks out, confusion setting in as she recognises where they are.

"You've brought me to your hotel?"

"Not exactly"

Chuck helps her out, smiling at her still confused expression. He leads her around the side, to a beautiful art deco style entrance. The lights coming from inside seem familiar, and Blair carefully walks inside as Chuck holds the door.

She is greeted by a gorgeous, intimately lit room, sofas and armchairs scattered around tables in deep reds and greens, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, thick red velvet drapes concealing corners. Blair steps further in, eyes falling on the raised stage at the back, coloured lights swirling around and catching the diamonds hanging down or studded in the sofas. Smaller art deco lights line the wall, leading upstairs or behind the drapes. Mirrors and artwork hang on the wall, a mirrored wall behind what she now sees is a bar on the far right of the room.

"Do you like it?" Chuck asks, smirk quirking his lips.

"I love it" Blair says, awe evident in her voice, "so this is what you've been working on that you couldn't tell me about"

"It is" he confirms, coming to join her in front of the stage, "there's no way I could recreate Victrola, nor should I, but I wanted to have something to honour its legacy. So that maybe someone else can have their life changed by a girl on this stage" he turns her in his arms, breath warm on her neck, "although you're still ten times hotter than anyone who'll ever step on here"

Blair grins as he kisses her neck, "it's beautiful, Chuck. We'll have to come when it's open"

"I'll arrange a preview for us" he whispers, kissing her jaw before taking her hand and leading her towards the bar, a curtain draped over part of the mirror wall, "I never could've done this without you, Blair"

He pulls the curtain away, and Blair's throat catches at what is engraved in curling, swooping script that resembles her own handwriting.

L'Amour fou.

"Since we're living in Paris in the 20s" Chuck starts, letting it all wash over her, "I thought I should continue to honour our past"

Blair kisses him, slow and warm, letting the tips of her fingers on his jaw and clutching at his suit jacket say what is in her heart. He wraps his hands around her waist, warmth seeping through the fabric as he kisses back, over and over again until Blair becomes overwhelmed.

"I love you" she gasps out as they break apart for a second, "I love you so much Chuck Bass"

"I love you too" he kisses her again, tongue pressing briefly against her own, "with all my heart, Blair Waldorf-Bass"

She laughs against his mouth, kissing him again before finally pulling away, "I think" she says, catching her breath, "that you owe me a lift home"

Chuck links their fingers together, taking her out of their new Parisian paradise and back into the cold November air. Blair hardly notices the chill, a warmth spreading through her that no weather could cool. The short walk to the limo is almost unbearable, but it is worth it, Blair knows. So very worth it.

"You said that I surprised you fifteen years ago" Blair says once they are back shoulder to shoulder in the limo, notably not driving near their home yet, "so that's why you surprised me tonight"

"It is" Chuck says, hand absentmindedly tracing her arm.

"Well I have a surprise tonight for you, too"

Blair reaches around and unzips her dress, the purple fabric falling down to reveal a very familiar slip. It fits slightly differently now, her breasts fuller and hips wider, the fabric resting higher up her thighs. But it still takes Chuck's breath away. He looks at her like he's seeing her for the first time, memorising every inch of her body.

"All day I've been trying to work out the exact moment I fell in love with you. I couldn't do it, I had no idea when it was and I was dreading Henry asking me because I couldn't answer it. Until I saw this. When I kissed you right here, right on these seats, right in this slip, and you asked me if I was sure, I knew. I knew that I loved you, even if I was too stubborn to admit it. I fell in love with you and then I made love to you. And I'm going to do it all over again. Right here. Right now. Right on these seats. I'll always be sure Chuck"

He gazes at her, smirk blooming onto his lips, and his hand runs down her side, "you left off doing it again in this slip"

Now it is Blair's turn to smirk, "because I'm not going to wear it. Again"

She crashes her lips into his, words no longer necessary between them. Her fingers steadily undo his bowtie, clutching at his shirt collar. Her other hand rakes through his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to her. Without further instruction he pulls her into his lap, breaking away to kiss down her neck to her collarbone. He bites softly, Blair gasping, but unable to fight the smile on her face, and she finds herself thankful that it's November so she can wear high neck dresses or blouses for the next few days without any suspicion.

Although her slip may fit differently now the straps still glide down her arms and through Chuck's fingers the same way. He moves his hand down to her thigh, fingers pressing into her skin through her stockings. Gently they inch under her slip and he hooks them under the band of one of her stockings and pulls it away, breaking it away from its clasp with a snap.

Blair moans, sinking her face into his neck as she finishes undoing his shirt, pushing his jacket onto the floor next to her dress. She runs her palm from his chest around to his back, sinking her nails into his skin. He grunts, and pulls her fully down into his lap, her legs straddling him. As retribution he pulls her slip down, baring her upper body. She barely registers the air on her skin before Chuck's lips, teeth, tongue are on her, sucking and teasing and biting.

He holds her hips firmly as he ravishes her breasts, Blair arching her back to give him better access. Her palm slowly dips between them, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling the zip down. She gasps above him, his teeth scraping her breast at the movement of her hand. It takes far too much effort for her to move her hand away, but she does. She pushes Chuck's head away from her, his lips lingering, and manages to pull the slip over her head, discarding it onto the darkness of the floor.

Chuck's fingers run across the light blue frill of her Agent Provocateur suspender thong in awe, moving one hand to cup her behind, long fingers stretching over her. His free hand snaps her other stocking free, rolling it down her leg, before she helps to pull both of them off. His fingers dip into the hole between her suspender belt and thong, teasing her warm skin. He unclasps the belt, and pulls down her underwear. For a second she worries he's torn it, it wouldn't be the first time after all, but she guides it down her legs in one piece, shifting her body until she is free.

Her hands return to his open trousers, making him groan against her breast. Triumphantly she works him free, grinning as he palms her behind. With practiced ease Blair slides her hand into his pocket to pull out a condom, manoeuvring it so she can pull it open. Chuck holds her hands, helping her where she can't see, and she throws the wrapper behind her. With delicate fingers she helps him this time, and he kisses her softly, one hand cupping her face. She leans forwards pressing her breasts to his chest, her lips brushing his jaw, and rocks her hips against his. His fingers slide easily between her thighs, stroking until she purrs in his ear. She presses her hips down, controlling the pace he eases into her at.

In a second electricity sparks through her body, eyes rolling back and hands desperately clinging to his collar. She feels sixteen, alight all over, except this time she isn't pressing into the leather seat and is able to arch up, her breath coming out in short gasps as she moves above him.

They always find their rhythm easily, and this time is no exception, Chuck's hands squeezing her thighs as she clamps them around him. Her own hands hold his head, messing up his hair in the most arousing way. He kisses her hotly, searing her skin as he dips to her jaw, down her neck, kissing wherever he can reach.

Blair leans back gently, heat coiling inside her. Chuck's hands move up her thighs, holding her balanced on him. She runs her hands down his chest, moaning unashamedly. Her thighs clench, trembling slightly, and Chuck steadies her, helps her adjust her position. There's no rush, not here.

She steals a glance down at him, whimpering as he playfully bites at her breast. His eyes shine with lust, desire, need, purely for her. Her hands clutch at his shirt as she jerks back, delaying the inevitable no longer an option.

"That's it, baby" comes his voice from below, and the memory of him saying that exactly fifteen years ago makes her moan louder, "and you said you wouldn't put on a show for me tonight"

"I said" she gasps, "that I wouldn't dance for you"

"But here you are" he groans, fingers slipping easily between their bodies, "just for me"

She moans, "always"

With that there is no more she can do to contain herself as he strokes her, orgasm spreading through her and making her throw her head back, his name coming from her in pure ecstasy. Chuck kisses down her neck once, twice, then groans, long and low, against her now damp collarbone. Her mind is hazy as he strokes her hip, warm skin on warm skin, then he guides her off of him carefully onto the leather seat.

She beams as she refocuses on the world, skin glowing and breathing heavy. Chuck pants next to her, running his hand through his already dishevelled hair. As her skin starts to dry something dawns on her, so she reaches out to pull Chuck on top of her. He rests his hand next to her hip, wedding ring glinting in the light, and raises one eyebrow slightly.

"You know" Blair's voice is breathy, "I think you're still far too dressed" she pulls at his open shirt.

Chuck looks down at himself, disarray clear, and back to his grinning wife, "well, for authenticity, you were the only one naked fifteen years ago"

"What happened to being equals, Bass?" she pouts playfully, fingers running up and down his shirt now.

He kisses her neck softly before speaking, "we are, Waldorf"

"So prove it then" she leans into his ear to whisper, "make love to me until I can barely stand, my love, if you still can"

The rest of his clothes easily join hers on the floor, Blair hooking one leg around his waist as Chuck instructs Arthur to keep driving. They are nowhere near ready for tonight to end.

Her back presses against the seat, the cool leather a relief on her skin. Chuck pushes her thighs further apart, and wastes no time in showing her how capable he still is. Her hips rock back into the seat steadily, the perfect rhythm found as she gasps. Shakily she links her right hand with his left, his wedding ring pressing into her, their grip tight. He lifts her legs higher around his waist, lifts her arms above her head so her knuckles brush the headrest.

"Hold on" he commands, voice rough with need.

Blair nods. She knows what this means.

He holds her hips so tightly she is sure his fingerprints will still be there in the morning, just like the indentations she is surely making into the headrest. Her body bucks and jerks against the seat, against his hips. His name tumbles from her lips in harsh moans, sweat beading on her skin. He carries on, hips pounding strong and hard into her, and while she may have once claimed that he never does anything athletic she has never been more happy to be wrong. He releases her right hip, his palm flat to the seat as he kisses her neck. Then he releases her left, fingers making their way between her thighs once more.

Her orgasm is something of a blur. She arches furiously against the seat, pressing herself tightly to him. She screams out for God, for Chuck, for relief. He keeps his hand between her legs, stroking her until she gasps. Her hips jerk against his hand, aftershocks making her whimper. Her eyes open slowly, everything still spinning. She just about makes out Chuck's own release, feeling rather than seeing it, his face against her neck. Her limbs feel like liquid as she moves her arms back down, resting a palm on Chuck's jaw, her feet back on the floor.

She squirms against the seat, suddenly acutely aware of exactly what happened when she came. Chuck wordlessly lifts up a handkerchief. She accepts it with a slow kiss, allowing him to help her clean up as they break apart.

"You did this the first time" she murmurs against his cheek when he's done, "and I still called you a disgusting pig"

"I thought confessions to priests were meant to be sacred"

She shoves his shoulder playfully, "no that's the back of your limo"

He hums in agreement, "it still is"

They sit in silence for a while, both catching their breath. Blair leans across and kisses him gently, mimicking her actions that led to this very moment. The sky outside seems darker now, rain falling lightly against the windows, and Blair realises that she has no idea what the time is. That's never mattered in here, though. The outside world isn't important.

"I hope Henry's ok" she mumbles into his shoulder, breaking the spell and reminding them they have to leave this sanctuary eventually, "he doesn't like sleeping when it rains"

"I know" Chuck sighs, and she feels him shift back into parent mode, "Arthur" he calls, "take us home"

Chuck kisses her bare shoulder, Blair finally surveying the mess around them.

"Henry isn't stepping foot in here until it's been cleaned at least twice" she says, nudging her crumpled stockings with her bare toes.

"I've already arranged it"

"You're pretty amazing too, you know" she sighs happily, resting her face in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you" Chuck says, lifting her hand to his lips, kissing just above her wedding and engagement rings, "but not as amazing as you"

Blair laughs softly, joining their hands together. If you had told her this was where she would be fifteen years ago she wouldn't have believed you. But she is, and she is more than thankful.

After they right themselves, Blair only complaining mildly about how she'll explain all of her new and very interesting marks to Henry if he asks, they walk hand in hand back into their townhouse. Rosalie is still there, and tells them how excited Henry was at how important today was for them both. They thank her, dismissing her for the night.

Carefully they make their way upstairs, stopping on the fourth floor outside Henry's bedroom. His door is ajar, and his lamp is still on, lighting his purple walls. It also lights something else up.

Blair steps in first, Chuck following behind. They sidestep Henry's puppy Tiger sleeping at the end of his bed, Blair somewhat surprised he's not in the bed. Maybe her warnings about the importance of hygiene are paying off. Henry sleeps soundly, his arms sticking out like Chuck's, the dark blue plaid sleeves almost covering his hands. On his nightstand sits Chuck's bowtie, neatly placed in front of another white card. This one has Henry's initials at the top in purple, the letters sweeping across the top in his own handpicked font. He loves his parents monogrammed stationery so much he wanted his own, which he got for his birthday this year. Blair picks it up, holding it for Chuck to read too.

Dear mommy and daddy, I'm happy you danced a long time ago and I'm happy you dance now and I'm happy you dance with me. I love you love Henry

Underneath his words is a drawing of all of them together, Chuck's bowtie drawn in wonderful detail. Blair holds it to her heart, and kisses Henry's head. Chuck follows suit, Henry only stirring a little.

"Goodnight mommy and daddy" he mumbles, hugging his plush tiger closer.

"Goodnight my gorgeous boy" Blair whispers, kissing him again, "see you in the morning"

They pull the door half closed quietly, making their way back up the stairs to their room. Blair sighs happily, knowing that tomorrow she'll ache in all the right ways. Maybe they should take the limo out for lunch, it'd be a shame to waste it.

Just before they open their bedroom door Blair turns to Chuck, and kisses him softly.

"Happy anniversary, Mr Bass" she teases.

"Happy anniversary, Mrs Waldorf-Bass" he says back, kissing her again.

He picks her up, carrying her through the doorway like they're twenty again. Blair feels so content, her heart full for her husband and son.

"3 words, 8 letters" she whispers before he lays her down.

"I love you"

She kisses him again, and finds that the only thing better than being two days shy of seventeen is being two days shy of thirty-two. Because there is no longer any doubt where her heart lies. It lies in the leather of his limo, in the fizz of champagne, in the dazzling lights of Victrola. And it always will.

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lost-n-stereo · 5 years

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A/N: It’s my first year being a Chuck and Blair fan on Limoversary and I wanted to write up a quick little one shot dedicated to Chuck’s limo. Enjoy!

oh darling (let’s enjoy the ride)

The first time they ride together in Chuck’s limo they are nine years old.

His dad bought them all tickets to see Seussical the Musical on Broadway and even though he told everyone that it’s lame he’s actually excited to go. Nate and Serena have their heads bent towards each other, giggling over a comic book his best friend brought with him. Blair is next to him, hands primly sitting in her lap as they head towards the theater.

“Having fun?” He asks her, because it’s too quiet on this side of the limo and he doesn’t know what else to say.

She sort of rolls her eyes and gives him a look. “We haven’t really done anything yet so how could I be having fun?”

He knows that she’s not trying to be rude or mean, that that’s just the way Blair is. She says what’s on her mind regardless of how it may sound and he actually really likes that about her.

Not that he would ever admit that out loud.

They sit next each other in the theater and every time her arm brushes against his he can feel the soft cashmere of her sweater and it distracts him from the show.

He tucks his hands under his legs and tries not to look at her for the rest of the night.

***

“I love your limo,” she tells him one day when they are fourteen.

Chuck gives her a strange look. “Why? It’s just a car.”

Blair laughs, kicks out her feet into the empty space in front of her. “Yes, but it’s luxurious, Charles. Makes me feel like an old Hollywood starlet.”

He doesn’t want to tell her that she’s more beautiful than any actress he’s ever seen but that is exactly what he’s thinking. Before he can do something stupid, like admit to himself that he’s got a crush on his best friend’s girlfriend, he changes the subject

“So, Georgie asked me to come to her house this weekend.”

Blair groans. “Chuck, didn’t you learn your lesson the first time? Georgina Sparks is the devil.”

He laughs and nudges her with his elbow. “They say the same thing about me, you know.”

His heart does this stupid flip when she looks at him with her big brown eyes.

“Well then they don’t know you like I do.”

***

They aren’t dating but they spend enough time hooking up in his limo that they may as well be.

“What is it with you and my limo?” He asks one day when she’s straddling him, her uniform skirt riding high on her thighs and her white lace stockings on full display. It’s not that he really cares about her fixation with moving vehicles; he just likes listening to the way her voice gets breathy and raspy when she’s turned on.

“I don’t know,” she says, her fingers making quick work of the buttons of his shirt. “Maybe it’s not the limo but the person it belongs to.”

If he was anyone else he might make a bigger deal of her admitting she has feelings for him. But he doesn’t because he’s Chuck Bass.

“Mmm,” he kisses a line from shoulder to her ear. “I didn’t realize you had a thing for my father.”

“You’re disgusting,” she says on a laugh and he grins, picks her up by her thighs and lays her down on the seats.

“Yes, but you love it.”

It’s the first time he uses that word in regards to this thing between them but it won’t be the last.

***

Blair decides that they all need to take a weekend trip to Atlantic City so that’s exactly what they do.

Chuck postpones all of his meetings until Monday and picks Blair up first before they head to Serena’s to get her and Nate.

“This is going to be fun,” she says, leaning across the seat to kiss his cheek when she gets in beside him. “Shopping and gambling…”

“Sex in a hotel room that doesn’t belong to me.”

She squeezes his thigh. “Yes, that.”

Chuck reaches up and thumbs the diamond earring in her ear that he hasn’t seen since she opened the little blue box he gave her on Christmas. “You wore them. They look gorgeous, as do you.”

“Thank you.” She leans over to kiss him, places her hand on his cheek like he loves. “Nice tie.”

He laughs, smoothes his hand down the burgundy paisley tie that she gave him and doesn’t miss the way it matches her dress.

His teeth nip at her lip when he kisses her back. “Love you.”

Blair’s eyes soften like they do every time he says the words. “I love you, too.”

They kiss until the limo pulls to a stop and Serena opens the door, complains about how sickeningly sweet they are and demands a glass of champagne.

***

“Chuck? Can you come and get me?”

His eyes close at the sound of her voice. They haven’t been together in months, she’s engaged to someone else and he is definitely the last person she should be calling.

Still he asks, “Where are you?” because he’s Chuck and she is Blair and no matter what he’s always going to be there for her.

When he pulls up to the bar she’s standing outside, her hair is pulled up on her head in a very un-Blair like ponytail and her heels are in her hand. He gets out and opens the door for her and he can smell the liquor on her skin when she slides in.

“Thank you,” she says when the car pulls away. “I didn’t know who else to call.”

He’s this close to reminding her that she could have called a cab but she obviously knows that already.

“It’s not a problem,” he says, reaching over to grab her a bottle of water. “Drink this.”

She gives him a look. “I’m not drunk.”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious!” She yanks the bottle out of his hand and drinks half down. ��I’m just dehydrated.”

Chuck rolls his eyes but doesn’t respond. It’s no use talking to her when she’s like this, he has seen her drunk enough times in their lives to know she’s even more stubborn inebriated.

“Drink more water then,” he says instead and smiles when she downs the bottle and asks for another.

***

“Can you put a car seat in a limo?”

Blair giggles, one hand on her growing baby bump and the other on his arm. “No, you can’t.”

Chuck frowns, looks between her and the car. “Then, what do we do when the baby arrives?”

She looks at him as if he’s adorably clueless and it makes him scowl. “We will need another car, obviously.”

“But…you love the limo.”

Blair looks up at him, skin glowing from her pregnancy, and places her hand on his face. He can feel the cool metal of her wedding ring and he loves it even more now than he did before they were married.

“We will still have the limo, Chuck. We’ll just need a town car when we travel with the baby.”

He sighs, kisses her cheek and places a hand on the top of the limo. “See you around, old friend.”

Blair laughs and shakes her head.

“You’re an idiot.”

***

“Dad! Did you see how many toys fit in the back of this thing?”

Chuck laughs and picks his son up, sets him on the seat next to him and puts his arm around him. “You have to be very careful in a limo, Henry. They don’t have seatbelts like in our other car.”

“I miss Arthur,” Henry says with a frown. “I don’t get to see his face when we drive like in our car.”

Blair smiles, lowers the divider and Henry squeals in happiness.

“Hello, Mister Henry.”

Chuck looks up to see Arthur’s kind eyes smiling at his son in the rearview mirror. The man has been driving him since he was a child and he likes how full circle they have come.

“Hello, Arthur,” Henry says. “Thank you for driving us to the zoo!”

“Those are very good manners, Henry.” Blair holds out her arms and Henry looks up at Chuck as if to ask if it’s okay for him to cross the seats to get to his mother.

“Go, but quickly.”

He laughs when Henry scurries over the seats and into the waiting arms of Blair. Chuck’s heart does a familiar flip when his wife snuggles their son, and when her eyes meet his over Henry’s head he thinks about their first ride all those years ago.

A bump in the road causes Henry to giggle and it only takes a minute before Blair and Chuck are joining in.

She reaches over for Chuck’s hand, runs her thumb over his wedding ring, in a silent I love you.

So he lifts her hand, kisses her palm, and gives her a smile.

I love you, too.

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