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A/N: Set after the season finale, probably switching POV's every now and then. :)
He undressed her, his hands shaking, as though he was nervous. If he were, his lips had not gotten the memo because he moved his lips across hers effectively. She couldn't make out his face in the dark room, but it was of little importance at the moment. He kissed her neck, slightly exposing his teeth upon her skin. She shivered, surprising herself. She ran her fingers from his lower waist up his side and to his neck. He groaned. He moved up her body and down, and they fell into a fluid pattern. And then, as her back started to arch and the moans grew louder, she kissed him hard. And then they were done, but he didn't roll over. He stayed where he was positioned above her, slightly muscled arms now shaky, and took both of his hands and cupped her face. The gesture caught her off guard and made her feel vulnerable, but he kissed her tenderly with a smile playing on the lips touching hers. It was intimate and it was romantic, and it made her feel like she was the only person in the world. But that was when she woke up.
Blair Waldorf had become accustomed to her intricate dreams that her subconscious wove for her, but this was not of the usual breed. There was no trace of Audrey Hepburn or even Clark Gable to be found. No analogies, metaphors, or comparisons to great films or literature anywhere. It was just a straightforward dream, so realistic it might have been a memory, that kept sneaking up on her every night. And the stunning simplicity of it all both perplexed and intrigued her immensely.
Ever since it had first occurred she had tried desperately to figure out who the man could be. It was definitely not Louis, who seemed to only pay attention to Blair's needs while in bed. Wincing, she had considered Chuck as a possibility but he was more expert and lust-filled when dealing with Blair. When she had definitively ruled out those two, she went down the list. Nate had always groped her breasts in a way that begged for Serena's size. Jack Bass, well he was far too disgusting to consider, let alone not up to size. Carter had always been selfish and an early finisher. Marcus had always seemed bored and uninterested, something that made sense in hindsight. All in all, Blair was left with the answer that she didn't know her mysterious lover, but something in her couldn't accept that. Even if she hadn't had sex with this man while awake, she knew him.
Perhaps she was only falling into her romanticist ways again, she sighed. She had thought that was over since she arrived in Monaco. Everything here was nice and warm, not hot like the city. The skies were clear, the sounds of spoken French rose from the halls of the palace. It was gorgeous and it was what she had wanted. She was about to become the modern day Grace Kelly. Everything in her should be jumping for joy. And while there was no denying that she wasn't happy, she'd have to be insane not to be, Blair was beginning to question deep down if this was what she really needed. All her life she had worked for every single thing she had gained. She had put so much effort into Constance and Yale, even NYU. In her love life Blair had striven for perfection with Nate and then Chuck. She had focused and put forth so much determination in every aspect of her life that this all seemed too easy. She could try and tell herself that it was work planning a royal wedding and that would make up for any imbalance in fairness, but even Blair knew that was ridiculous.
For once in her life, Blair finally felt she understood what Serena felt like. Louis had made it a habit of turning down any non-mandatory obligation to wait on her hand and foot. She didn't know how Serena could stand it. It was nice, but Blair could barely stand her independence being sacrificed. Louis loved her in a way that was nice and pure, but also in a way that didn't seem real at all. He sent her beautiful presents, something that she couldn't help but indulge in. He presented her at dinner and he took her on walks around the palace. And as much as her cheeks were weak with smiling so often, the dream had sparked something in her. A sort of revelation. Part of her, the part she usually tried to hide and the part that Chuck had always influenced, wanted to stand up in the enormous dining hall and announce that she had cheated on Louis with Chuck at a bar mitzvha and that she hated his mother vehemently. However that was neither anything Louis deserved, nor anything she could respect herself for. So she stayed, going through the motions at the palace, unable to decide what the best course of action could possibly be.