Here is another of my fan fics-only thing left to say…enjoy and comment!!

And we love,
And we cry,
And we live our lives,
And we l’amour and l’amour and l’amour
And it comes back to us.
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‘Are toi alone?’ He asked.
‘Yes. I’m at home’ she answered.
‘Can I come over?’ He asked tentatively, sounding desperate for company.
‘Of course - are toi all right?’ She said, sounding worried.
‘I suppose.’ Blair wasn’t convinced. She knew him better than that. ‘I just want to be with some, and I find that that someone…is you.’
‘Chuck…I’ll see toi in a minuet, okay?’ She stated.
‘I’ll be right over.’ He replied and hung up.


Blair was waiting par the elevator that led into the spacious penthouse when he stepped out. She walked up to him slowly, seeing his forlorn expression and gently wrapped her arms around him securely. Her arms wound around his neck, his around her tiny waist, leaning down and resting his head on the clump of her chocolat curls that rested on her shoulder.
    ‘Are toi all right?’ She asked quietly, as if not wanting to break the tender, loving silence that had been created.
    ‘I am now.’ He replied, exhaling on her hair. A smile appeared on her face and she buried her face in his chest relishing his familiar scent.
    ‘I missed you.’ She mumbled, not realising she had a dit it out loud.
    ‘I missed toi too, Blair.’ He whispered, rubbing his arms around her body, reacquainting himself with her petite form.
    God, she had missed his touch, she thought. He always touched her in just the right places, making her a funny feeling start at her toes and slither itself up her body. He always held her perfectly- not to firm a grip, but not too slack. She always fitted into him perfectly when they snuggled up together. He was perfect for her. He was her other half. Thank God she’d found him.
    God, he had missed her. He had missed the soft touch of her silky smooth hair, her petite figure that he could emballage, wrap his arms around, her bubbly character. The sound of her giggle in his ear, her beautiful eyes on him, her wide smile lighting up her whole face, making a funny feeling starting at his toes worm its way up his body. She was perfect for him. His other half. Thank God he’d found her.
    Blair released her hold on his neck and took hands from around her waist and pulling him with her walked in to the living room. She plonked herself down, Chuck along with her and sighed.
    ‘I thought we could watch a movie.’ She said. He smirked
    ‘Let me guess- Breakfast At Tiffanies?’ He laughed
    ‘You know me too well’ She laughed, turning her gaze towards him.
    ‘Of course I do – I know toi better than I know myself’ He said. He stroked the palm of her hand with one finger giving her oie bumps. He looked up leaning vers l'avant, vers l’avant and kissed her lightly on both cheeks and the lovingly and playfully on the tip of her nose, making her giggle and smile. She hopped off the sofa and slipped the DVD into the player. She gracefully dance over and turned the lights off, leaving the only source of light to be coming from the wide screen TV. She sat down on the sofa and was immediately gathered up in Chuck’s arms, drawing her body near to his, his arms wrapped around her waist his breath now par her ear.
    ‘Thank you’ he breathed into her ear
    ‘For what?’ She said, turning her head to look at him quizzically.    
    ‘Being here for me. toi always are, and I don’t think I tell toi enough how amazing toi are and how lucky I am to have toi all to myself.’ He said. She looked down, blushing, playing with his hands.
    ‘I l’amour toi so much, please, please don’t ever leave me, I don’t know what I’d do’ He continued. Blair looked up, a serious look in her eyes, a smile on her lips
    ‘I l’amour toi too’ she returned ‘And don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think I could like without toi either.’ She smiled and he kissed her.
    ‘Shhh’ she grinned, once they had broken apart ‘We’re missing the movie!’ They settled down together, him chuckling at her. He played with a lock of her hair throughout the film until the end, when he recited the romantic lines in her ear, making her blush. Again. He loved just spending time with her, in her company, just doing everyday things like watching movies, like now, for instance, ou walking around Central Park – her favourite place in New York. They would often go around art galleries, ou drop in on auctions and cocktail parties, together. As an item. That was all that mattered. Them being together.
    The film ended, violins playing whilst the credits went up. Blair yawned, stretching her arms into the air.
    ‘Do toi want to stay the night?’ she asked, not seductively, just caringly.
    ‘I would l’amour to, but only if toi don’t-‘ He was cut off mid sentence par her finger on his lips.
    ‘Your always welcome here, no need to exercise those social niceties on me.’ She ordered. Chuck glanced at his watch- it was nearly 11 o’clock.
    ‘We should go to lit soon – its getting late.’ He suggested, standing up, bringing her with him. He took her hand in his and they climbed the spiralling staircase together.    
    Blair had slipped out of her clothes into her usual silk negligee, Chuck had taken his shoes and veste off. He had untucked his shirt, unbuttoning a few buttons and had ruffled his hair up playfully. He looked much plus laid back, and relaxed now, Blair thought, re-entering the room from her en-suite bathroom. Chuck looked up at her, thinking how beautiful she looked, and found himself in front of her with no recognition that he did so.
    ‘Chuck?’ Blair enquired, confused at his sudden approach, and Chuck realising were he was, blushed and replied;
    ‘Nothing. Which side of the lit do toi want?’ He hadn’t stayed over enough times to know that one.
    ‘Left.’ She stated, catapulting herself over the bed. She flipped back her silk cased duvet and snuggled down. Chuck wondered how someone could look so adorable and innocent all at once. He grinned and hopped in beside her, putting his arm over her, s’embrasser her cheek and pressing his body up against her warm familiar one and covering his face in her sweet smelling chocolat curls.
    ‘Sleep long, my love. toi are the only one for me, the only one who I have ever fallen asleep with and the only one I have ever hoped to do so with. I have always loved toi and I always will. Goodnight, my angel.’
    Blair turned around in his arms, her face inches from his now.
    ‘Take care of my heart- I’ve left it with you.’ She a dit before she fell asleep, her head on his chest, breathing softly.