A/N: Last chapter. I really hope its up to expectations. I'm not so sure. The last flashback is something that I wrote with the original fic and it goes back to the wedding night so I hope its good. Probably the shortest chapter but I hope its a good one. So I edited it and I really like the ending and I hope you do too.

Summary: Sometimes she just couldn't understand him. She was laying completely bare before him and he was acting like he was still excited about seducing her for the first time. Like she excited him as much as she had the first time.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. And not all italics are flahbacks (hint, the first few lines.) Some of them are flashfowards (hint, only the first few lines.) Chapter names come from the lyrics "Miles Away" by they Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

Hands were everywhere. Lips scalded. Clothing ripped. She was touching him again in a way that she had not allowed herself for four years on the simple principle of fear. But things were different now. Because she wasn't a child anymore.

And because he loved her.

Now and forever.

He promised.

The knock on his door was premature in his opinion. It could be that Cameron had come to berate him in his drunken attempt to seduce the man's fiancé. But really, it was something he was entitled to.

Now and forever.

He opened the door, expecting a punch in the face, because it sure as hell wouldn't have been the first time he was punched in the face by one of Blair's beaus after finding them in a bedroom together.

Imagine his surprise.

There she stood in his doorway as he wrenched it open.

Surprise, surprise, Bass.

And he knew he would have her again.

"Waldorf," he tried to say steadily, knowing she could smell his scent of scotch. And as though a beacon alerted him, his eyes were immediately attracted to what was glinting at him on her left hand.

And it wasn't an engagement ring.

"I don't want to talk about it," she told him.

"Talk about what?"

And she kissed him.

Like a wife should kiss her husband.

He took a seat beside her and Serena couldn't believe her eyes.

"Hi," she said awkwardly to Cameron.

"Hey," he responded. Serena took a sip of her Cosmo and hazarded a glance towards to pensive man at her side. "How much of an idiot am I?"

"Excuse me?" Serena asked in surprise. The only people that were ever so blunt with her were Chuck and Blair.

"I knew," he responded. "I mean, she didn't tell me explicitly or anything, but I knew there was something else. Someone else, to be precise."

"To be fair," Serena cleared her throat, "no one really saw Chuck and Blair coming. Not even their closest friends. Things just... happened. And here we are seven years later."

"What happened?"

"Why do you want to know?" Serena asked sharply. "You've obviously forgiven her and thinking about Chuck is only going to make things-"

"She left me."

Serena stared for a moment. "I'm sorry."

"No you're not," he laughed. "You obviously want them to work out."

"No," Serena said. "I meant, yes, I do. They're my best friends. My brother and my best friend. But I meant I'm sorry that you had to go through this. None of them deserved it. But Chuck and Blair just needed to go through some things."

"None of them?" Cameron asked tentatively.

"Any person that tried to come in between the two of them," Serena answered. "Even Blair's original boyfriend. He's Chuck's best friend and she dumped him at Prom. Everyone just has to eventually come to the realization that they deserve each other. They're meant to be. Even they have to realize that."

"They're together right now," Cameron murmured.

"Well, you don't know-"

"I would have given her to him," Cameron said. "He didn't have to be all..."

"Antagonistic?" Serena laughed. "Yeah, well that's just Chuck. When he feels like his territory is being threatened he just can't help but plot and destroy. Even if it ends up failing most of the time. Especially when it comes to Blair."

"You know them really well," Cameron commented.

"I've known them my entire life," Serena said.

"She didn't seem to pleased when she saw you," Cameron said.

"When I was 16 I ran away," Serena said. "And when I came back she ostracized me."

"What?" Cameron asked in surprise.

"That's just Blair, though," Serena laughed. "And I love her. Though granted, I was a really horrible friend then."

From Cameron's smile she could tell that he was interested. He was from the OC, after all.

"And now?" he pressed.

"Now," Serena sighed. "She was mad. But I guess it's in the same way she's mad at Chuck."

She looked at Cameron's questioning look.

"Deep down she really misses him," Serena said. "Maybe she sort of resents him for not coming sooner."

"Maybe he was afraid she would run again."

"And Blair understands that even though she pretends she's going to reject him."

"Going?" Cameron asked. "So they are together now."

"All I can say is that I would really not suggest going to his room right now," Serena laughed.

It was infectious. And a little startling.

"You two must have had quite the talk," Cameron said. "She just seemed so angry."

"She's my best friend," Serena smiled. "And in the end, we just miss each other. She was mad that I came without telling her. But in the end, we both know what's going to happen?"

"What's going to happen?" Cameron asked.

"I'm sorry," Serena whispered.

"I just want her to happy," Cameron said. "What's going to happen?"

"He makes her happy," Serena said. "He makes her... complete. Always did, always will."

"You know I only proposed to her to make her feel safe," Cameron admitted. "I cared about her. I just wanted her to be okay. But I guess I didn't-"

"Love her?" Serena supplied.

"I did," Cameron said. "But I guess I just didn't love her like that. The way she was used to being loved. By him."

"They got married when they were very young," Serena said. "And she just got scared. I know you didn't deserve it, but when it comes to them, they are very melodramatic."

"She's with him now," Cameron nodded.

"I'm sorry," Serena said, putting a comforting hand over his.

He looked up into her bright blue eyes.

She was very beautiful.

He wasn't sure if it was because he had been without her for four years or just that he would never be happier than when he was with her. But that was definitely the best it had ever been.

With anyone.

It was magnanimous and all encompassing.

It was... Blair.

He knew it was for her too without even asking. He could tell the way she screamed his name.

He could always tell.

He traced the freckles between her shoulder blades, laying a kiss on each one. He wrapped his hand over her right hip, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

"You were amaz-"

"Tell me," she said suddenly, rolling to her side and cutting him off.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"The reason that I'm here ridiculously naked in this bed with you," she said. He leaned on his elbow, looking intently at her. She finally looked at him. "Tell me why I didn't call the police when you refused to heed the subpoena."

"Because it's always been us, Waldorf," he said with his brows furrowed, unsure of why she was even questioning it. "Because we are devastatingly and tragically in love with each other. And nothing can ever change that. It hasn't. Not after the worst thing I've done. The darkest thought I've ever had. Not for long at least."

She laid back on her pillows, gazing back at him. "I left him."

He smirked. "I know." He held her left hand, caressing her fourth finger. "You found it."

Blair rolled her eyes. "God, Bass, you've known me for this long. You should know that it was never lost."

"I know," he said smugly. He leaned in to kiss her again before she stopped him. "What?"

"I don't know," she said in a whisper. "I never set out to hurt anyone. For once."

"I know," he answered. "But tell me that he didn't see this coming."

"I don't know," Blair shrugged. "He seemed like he did. But people can be deceiving."

"Did you see this coming?"

He loved that deceptive smile of hers.

Suddenly it dropped.

"You spoke with my mother," Blair said in astonished realization. He pulled away in surprise. How did she do that? She just knew. She was so perfect.

"What?" He feigned ignorance.

"You did, didn't you?" she asked. "She told you to come looking for me."

"I was already looking for you," he corrected. "She just gave me an urgent nudge."

"Why?" Blair demanded, looking into his eyes. He blinked. "Tell me the truth."

"The minute we land she'll be planning our society wedding," Chuck relented with a comforted smile, laying back on the bed with her.

"What?" Blair demanded. Chuck shrugged.

"You said you saw this coming," he resigned. "And you know you want one."

"That is..." Blair sputtered. "Beside the point."

"Just don't lose your ring this time," Chuck sneered.

Maybe she did love him.

But just a little bit.

"Ask me again."

"Meaning?" he asked, smirking slowly, knowing what she wanted.

"Ask me to marry you," Blair said. "Ask me to have a grand society with you that will make everyone jealous. Ask me to be your wife again."

"Blair," he said huskily, pushing her (hot) sex wraggled hair away from her face. "Will you be mine forever?"

She closed her eyes, kissing him deeply.

"Forever," she promised.


Blair felt him trace the back of her hand lazily. The blankets were still tangled around their ankles, her breathing still coming out harshly through her lungs. She finally let her eyes trail over to his face. He propped up his elbow, gazing at her fondly.

"Chuck," she said as his eyes trailed sleazily over her. Sometimes she just couldn't understand him. She was laying completely bare before him and he was acting like he was still excited about seducing her for the first time. Like she excited him as much as she had the first time.

"Yes, Mrs. Bass?" he drawled cockily.

"Do you seriously want to marry me?" she asked. "For good?"

"A little late for cold feet," he murmured, tracing the fourth finger on her left hand.

"I'm worried about you having second thoughts," she said. "Actually."

"Me?" he asked. "You're the one who almost didn't show up on that roof tonight."

She moved against him, laying her head against his ribs. "I'm tired of running."

"Good," he said with satisfaction.

"I hope you know," Blair said quietly, "I only ran because I was afraid of how... real we are."

"Do tell," he said into her hair.

"The realization that we are just..."

"Magnetic," Chuck said smugly.

"Doesn't that scare you?" Blair asked.

"It did," Chuck said. "If you remember, I ran to Bangkok. I ran to Germany, France... Anywhere I could think of to get away from you."

"Did it work?"

"What do you think?" Chuck asked. "I wrangled you into being my wife."

"I think maybe I sort of wanted you to be my husband."

"That's reassuring," Chuck commented.

"This ring is very nice," Blair said, examining it glimmer in the dim lights of the city.

"I'm starting to suspect you only married me for my money," Chuck said.

"Well we can't all just impulsively have sex on rooftops and barter with diamond rings our fathers happened to have in their safes."

"I bought it when I turned 18," Chuck stated. Blair sat up quickly. "What?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Because that was when I knew," Chuck shrugged.

"How can you be so... blasé?" Blair asked.

"Because it's only ever been you."

She stared at him for several moments before settling back at his side.

"Okay," she said calmly.

"Okay," he repeated.

"Okay," she replied. "I still win."

"Do you?" he asked with a smirk that she didn't have to look at to know it was there.

"I knew you were it way before that," Blair smiled into his skin.

"Of course you did," he smiled, pulling her up next to him. "Only a few more minutes."

"Until what?"

"Until we're going at it again."

"Sometimes you can be so crude," Blair said, but laughed.

"Just the way you like it."

He knew her so well.