“I’ll choose you, over and over and over” | Chuck & Blair Limoversary
“I’ll choose you, over and over and over”
Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck. They had been married for over 48 hours and were finally settled in their hotel room. The bath was running and the candles were lit. They made the impulsive decision to run away to Paris for a few days because Blair couldn’t gather her head around the ‘love letter’ that Serena kept gushing about, and both of them wanted to spend some time alone before getting back to normal. Paris was the perfect choice for that. Unfortunately they couldn’t turn back time and go back to Paris in the 20s, but this would have to do.
Blair sent Chuck off to buy her favorite pastries as she decided to stay in and order room service, and create a romantic setting. Sure, they couldn’t time travel back to the 1920s but that didn’t stop Blair from making their hotel room feel like Paris in the 1920s.
La vie en rose reached Chuck’s ears as he entered the room and was met by what seemed hundred lit candles and a bed of roses. Blair had really out done herself however, Blair was nowhere to be seen. He found her lying in the tub, holding a glass of champagne. She reached for the second glass and handed it to him before forming a smirk on her lips, “what took you so long?”
Not answering her question, he leaned in and pulled her in for a kiss. As the kiss went on, she began to remove his clothes. His mouth then found her neck and then moved to her ear and whispered “if you thought that was long, you have no idea what you’re in for.” She let out a moan and made a motion for him to hurry him and join her in the tub, and he did just that.
“I could live without you, you know?” Her words ended the silence and they confused him.
He reached up to her chin, put his finger on it, and gently turned her head around to face him. “Am I supposed to find this romantic?”
She leaned in for a soft kiss, her hand rested on his cheek. “Yes, you should.”
“Then please enlighten me.”
“I don’t want the kind of love that either saves you or kills you. The kind of love that you cannot live without. I’m Blair Waldorf, and I’m fine breathing without any man in my life; without you in my life. I survived through everything that I went through; that we went through – all the hurt and the lies, and the pain. I survived it. Here’s the thing Chuck – here comes the romantic part; I can live without you but I don’t want to. I choose you because I love you and because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I think that’s more romantic than the “if I’m not with you I’ll die” kind of love.”
Silence hit the room after her little speech and it continued until I don’t want this moment to ever end was heard, and with me by Sum 41 was playing. It was a drastic change from the other songs in the playlist. The silence that was still lingering wasn’t there because he didn’t feel the same – it was because he didn’t know how to put his own thoughts into brilliant speeches like she could. No, Chuck knew how to express himself best with sex and that was just what he did.
“I could live without you too, you know?” he said, referencing back to what she had told him just after they made love.
She let out a laugh and her eyes gazed with his. “Am I supposed to find this romantic? If so, please do enlighten me.”
“Well you see Waldorf, when I first fell for you I couldn’t live without you. I would literally die without you, and I almost did many times. I was selfish and it wasn’t fair of me to put my life in your hands. As time went by I realized that all I really wanted was for you to be happy with or without me, and I could live without you. I could live without you, knowing that you were happy. I can be Chuck Bass without you, but I don’t want to. “
“I guess that one can say that we chose each other.”
Everything’s nothing without you.
Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck. They had been through a lot over the years. It wasn’t always easy, and it wasn’t always love. It wasn’t always rainbows and butterflies, or la vie en rosé. One thing was sure though, they loved each other. Always. In a million different universes and periods, and in Paris in the 1920s, they’d always choose each other.
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