A/N: I've decided I need to start a compilation of my one-shots and drabble-like pieces of nonsense. Therefore this will be a string of unrelated one-shots/ pieces of drabble-like nonsense devoted to Chuck/Blair.
Disclaimer: The title of the compilation is a line from Jem's 'Come on Closer' and these characters are from Gossip Girl. Neither are mine no matter how hard I try.
This particular piece of drabble-like nonsense is titled 'Marathon Runner' and takes place while in the Hampton's.
Marathon Runner
Blair's eyes didn't even open as she heard the echoing splash over the side of the yacht. She sighed, at ease with the silence, as the sun reflected upon her already bronzed form.
"Waldorf!"
Her freckled shoulders tensed as she attempted to ignore his call.
"Hey, Waldorf!"
Sitting up reluctantly she made her way to the edge of the railing towards the source of her aggravation.
Blair lifted an eyebrow at him and he smirked. "Are you not bothered by the fact that no one is currently steering the yacht?"
She cast an appraisal over the glaringly empty waters. "We're in your own private waters, moron, nobody needs to steer."
He waded comfortably as he squinted up at Blair. "Let me rephrase that. Are you not bothered that your Captain is no longer on board?"
She leaned over the rail enticingly. "Actually Bass, I'm not."
Chuck rolled his eyes. "Well then if you don't mind, toss me something down so I can lounge in style."
Blair shot him a wicked grin as she grabbed a child's life-vest and threw it in his vicinity. He looked at it incredulously. "When I get back up there Waldorf..."
She widened her eyes and mockingly wiggled a finger at him. "Oh, I'm terrified." Blair shot him a dazzling grin and blew a kiss before twirling on her heel.
Her eyes had barely fluttered shut when she felt the water droplets trickling across her exposed skin. She sat up to see Chuck grinning above her lecherously. "Next time you should take into account that several hours of sex are equal to running a twenty mile marathon. You've actually been playing an integral role in my increased athleticism."
Blair rolled her eyes as she motioned towards the railing he had fallen over. "So, should we start avoiding horizontal surfaces as you run your marathons? Would that help improve your balance?"
He glowered at her as she cocked her head to the side and smirked.
A/N: You may be thinking, 'Where is Chuck's scarf in this formula?' All I have to say is how do you think he really got back up? Review please! And before I slink off in shame, I'm working on Training Wheels, I swear!