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"Blair, do you know what happens next month?" Serena asked her best friend as they shopped together at CB Fashions, one of the premiere fashion boutiques in all of New York.

It was no longer Blair's prize possession, as she had sold the business to Bass Industries when she was pregnant with her son, Brice, but she was still involved in the artist design and direction, on her own schedule of course.

"Next month," she repeated as she began to mull it over. What on earth could Serena be talking about, "Mother's Day?"

"Come on, B," Serena sighed, "What happened seven years ago in May?"

Blair thought it over some more. Serena was tapping her foot impatiently and it was getting on Blair's nerves. "What the heck are you talking about, Serena?"

"I'm telling Chuck that you forgot your anniversary," Serena threatened.

"Oh that," Blair sighed. She hadn't forgotten in the slightest. She just didn't think Serena would remember or care. She certainly hadn't been too excited for the past six.

"The seven year itch," Serena stated, "Do you think you'll make it?"

"Of course, we'll make it," Blair laughed. What a ridiculous question. "This is me and Chuck we're talking about."

"But don't you get bored after all this time? I mean, you've been together since high school ended. Don't you get the itch to try something different . . . someone different?"

"Chuck scratches all my itches just fine," Blair stated as she sifted through the racks.

"Ew . . . come on, B, I don't want to hear about all of that," Serena cringed, "He's my step-brother for crying out loud."

"You're the one that seems so concerned with my itches. I'm telling you that I'm just fine. Chuck and I have an amazing sex life," Blair responded without batting an eyelash.

"But don't you ever get bored?" Serena pressed.

"Clearly you have never been with Chuck," Blair responded with a suggestively raised eyebrow.

"Okay, I'm going to loose my lunch," Serena responded as she held her stomach in disgust. "Seriously, B, stop doing that."

Blair let out a sinister laugh in victory.

"I am trying to have a serious discussion here," Serena pressed.

"What's with the third degree?" Blair inquired, "You and Dan haven't even made it two years yet. You should still be in the honeymoon phase."

"And we are," Serena assured her, and she meant it. She and Dan had parted ways for a long time, and reunited just before Blair's son, Brice was born. They had gotten married on a tropical beach with a limited number of family and friends present. Blair, of course, was Serena's matron on honor. "It's just that my mom got married and divorced more times than I care to remember. I worry about that happening to me."

"We are not our mothers," Blair assured her. She cringed at the thought of turning into her mother. Eleanor Waldorf was the same woman she had always been since Blair was a baby. She was so focused on her career that everything else fell away. She saw her grandchildren occasionally, when it was convenient for her, but was not involved in their lives in any real capacity.

Lily van der Woodsen was a completely different story. She was a wonderful mother, and grandmother to Chuck's children but she was not good at commitment, or at least her choices of people to commit to were not good. She had managed to finally settle down with Rufus Humphrey, but after a long engagement they both realized that it would be better if they commit to each other without formalizing things. Serena had been slightly relieved by that decision. She didn't have to try to explain to people that Rufus was her father-in-law and step-father without getting those crude looks of disgust.

"Maybe we're not," Serena conceded, "But still I worry about what is going to happen to me and Dan in five or ten years. We don't have near the passion that you and Chuck have."

"Don't compare yourselves to us, S," Blair warned, "That's dangerous on so many levels. What Chuck and I have is not normal by any means. There are days when I feel too exhausted to get out of bed . . . although staying in better would not help matters."

"Okay, stop," Serena requested as she put a hand on Blair's arm to stop her from getting sidetracked.

"Sorry," Blair inhaled deeply. She lost herself in thoughts of Chuck for a moment. Her heart sped up at the mere thought of him.

"Come on, B, you're supposed to be reassuring me," Serena reminded her, "Instead you look like you want to call Chuck for a quickie."

"So tempting," Blair moaned.

"How do you keep it interesting?" Serena asked.

"I thought these types of things freaked you out," Blair responded, "You've been groaning and ew-ing at every little thing I've said so far when I talk about my sex life with Chuck."

"Okay, there has to be a way to talk about this without me losing my lunch," Serena announced, "Maybe we could just talk about sex in general terms. Maybe if you don't say Chuck's name I can get through this."

"So you want me to describe sex with Chuck without actually describing it," Blair tried to clarify.

"Yes," Serena confirmed.

This wasn't going to work. Blair could see this was going to be a train wreck in the making, but she was genuinely concerned for her friend, so she had to try.

"Do you guys role play?" Serena inquired.

"Chuck's not a role play kind of guy," Blair stated.

"Names!" Serena shrieked.

"Sorry, not into role playing," Blair stated as she tried to keep the name thing in mind, "Costumes are not really a turn on. If anything they interfere and slow things down. Handcuffs work on occasion."

"Handcuffs," Serena responded as if she was making a mental list.

"Oh yeah, and not always handcuffed to the bed. To each other is better," Blair stated, "I think we actually scared Dorota one day when we came out of the bedroom still handcuffed together. Chuck had forgotten the key was in his study."

"Names," Serena scolded.

"Sorry, but this is really hard," Blair shrugged.

"So handcuffs, any other toys?" Serena asked.

"No," Blair stated, "Handcuffs are really the extent of our kinkiness. It's always so intense during that we've never needed to spice it up with props. . . oh blindfolds work too or in a pinch, a necktie. There is something so stimulating about not knowing what is going to happen next."

"But the moves are all the same," Serena stated.

"But they never seem to happen in the same order," Blair stated, "It's all about mixing it up. Get creative. Change the location. Showers are great."

"Okay, you need to stop," Serena requested, "I get the picture. It's just never ending days and nights of sex for you."

"Pretty much," Blair nodded, "But it's always incredibly romantic. Don't forget that part of it. Some guys get on such a tear that they forget that part. Don't let Dan forget that part. It's important."

"Chuck Bass is a romantic," Serena responded skeptically.

"Hopelessly," Blair confirmed.

"I suppose he did plan that proposal on the yacht. That was pretty romantic," Serena recalled, "And his wedding vows were beautiful, but come on, this is Chuck."

"Exactly, this is the man who surprises me with flowers on a weekly basis, draws candlelit baths for me before I can ask, reads me poetry to put me to sleep when I'm feeling restless, and makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world every time I walk into the room," Blair explained.

She almost sounded defensive as she listed off his romantic gestures, but she hated that people couldn't see that side to her husband. To so many he was still the whiny billionaire playboy that screwed anything in a skirt for so many years. He hadn't been that man in forever and it irked her that people, even those who knew him so well, couldn't get past that.

She wanted people to see the caring, generous man she had married. He was one that had left his role as CEO of the number three company in the world so that he wouldn't miss out on raising his children. He was one that cried every time they watched their wedding video together. He was the man that had been moved to tears each time she had given birth to their children.

"Wow, I guess I never really thought about all of that," Serena responded, "You're lucky, B."

"And don't think I don't know that," Blair responded as she brushed a tear off her cheek. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and make love to my husband."

"Ack . . ." Serena screeched as she covered her ears.

"You're home early," Chuck responded as Blair stepped off the elevator thirty minutes after leaving Serena at the store. Chuck had been sitting in the living room reading a business proposal for his board meeting the next day, but he stood up upon hearing the elevator chime and was surprised to see his wife step off.

She quickly rushed into his arms and gave him a passionate kiss.

"What was that for?" he asked as he pulled away breathlessly.

"For being such a terrific husband," she responded as she looked around for the children.

"They're at the park with Nate and Vanessa. He said something about wanting godchildren bonding time," Chuck responded without her asking the question.

"Good," she replied as she pushed him into their bedroom.

"What has you so fired up?" he asked as she pushed him to the bed forcefully.

"Serena was just so good at reminding me how lucky I am," she replied, "I wanted to thank you properly."

"God, I love you, Waldorf," he groaned as they proceeded to make love.

TBC. . .