So we have 5 weeks before Dair returns and I just had to take that time to fill in those missing pieces. Picks up right after 5x17 ends and continues from there. This is probably the steamiest thing I've ever written, and there's not even any sex. Yell at me in reviews please or praise me if I pulled it off! As always, I just play with Dan and Blair but I don't own them. - Air


It felt like the room was spinning.

And all he could hear was the mewing of his name escaping Blair's lips from in between kisses. He had never heard her use that voice before. It was illuminating; something brand new from this girl he thought he knew so well, and yet she could still manage to surprise him.

But it was also driving him crazy.

His hands slipped from their places—tangled in her hair and snaked around her waist—in order to curl under the shoulders of her coat and peel it back. She let it slide off of her and pool on the floor at her feet and kept kissing him. She didn't even complain at its unceremonious treatment. Instead she wrapped her hands around his neck, the tips of her fingers gliding into the curls at the nape of his neck. He returned his hands to her waist, gripping her intently as he guided her around and began to slowly as ever back peddle her towards the couch.

She whimpered again and it vibrated in his lips and reverberated through his entire body so that he had to pull away in order to take a breath. He inhaled deeply but Blair wasn't to be deterred, she simply began to trail kisses along his jaw and down to his neck. His eyes practically rolled back into his skull. He could have sworn he was dizzy.

Dan pulled her hips closer, flush against his and trailed to the back of her skirt, searching blindly for the zipper. She was practically purring in his ear as she latched on to the lobe and tugged lightly and he could feel her smile against him. He couldn't help but break into a sheepish grin himself.

"Your clothes are like a fortress," he said throatily as he tugged the zipper down.

She caught a slight chuckle in her throat. "Mmm…part of my allure," she said simply in that same sex-kitten-like voice that he was pretty sure would end up being the death of him. She nipped at his Adam's apple as she shimmied out of her skirt and they touched their foreheads together again after she pulled his sweater over his head, leaving him in a simple black t-shirt. He began to find the small, silk covered buttons of her blouse and work them open.

He was taking forever with them. His fingers were too clumsy and thick and all of his nerves were electrified by the ninety-five pound girl of his dreams pressing against him, practically breathless and on her way to becoming half naked in his living room.

His knuckles haphazardly grazed the curve of her left breast as he played with the button in between them and she hummed his name again.

"Dan."

He was glad that she seemed to be on the same page. The bordering on euphoria page, or euphoric desperation page. He was feeling a pull in his body that would not allow him to be any further away from her so in that instant he gave up on the buttons and simply backpedaled her to the couch until the backs of her knees made contact and she reclined lengthwise upon it. He began to crawl atop her and nestled himself in between her legs. Legs that were wearing thin, elastic garters connecting to black silk stockings and Kate Spades. Legs that were connected to simple black silk panties.

He was determined to hear that same word emitted that way over and over again tonight and he knew what he had to do to get it. He left her blouse as it was and began to return the favor by trailing kisses her along her neck. His left arm swung back and his hand found her thigh to explore.

He surged forward in order to reach her lips again and she gasped as the very hard, very present bulge in his pants ground up against her.

That was it. He hoisted himself up, resting his weight on his right elbow and looked down upon her face as his other hand left her thigh and travelled towards her center. Her eyes were hooded but intent at gazing up at him as he slipped two fingers underneath the material.

She sucked in a breath and held it. She was so wet and burning hot and all Dan wanted was to be inside of her. But not yet.

He stroked a finger over her folds until he rested on her clit and applied pressure. She arched her back, her eyes finally sweeping shut and mewed again, soft and high pitched, like how she said his name. He wanted to hear it again. So he pressed on, literally, and hooked his free hand under her neck and braced his thumb along the line of her jaw.

"Say it again," he whispered and stroked once more.

She opened her mouth and was about to emit what was sure to be the single greatest sound his ears could imagine when the door to the loft clicked open.

"Shit," Dan said and yanked his hand out of her underwear and scrambled to sit up. Blair did the same, but was at more of a loss than he, her clothes being scattered all over the floor. Dan practically stumbled onto the floor as he reached for her coat and threw it at her.

"Hello," Rufus' voice rang out as the heavy door swung open.

"What is he doing here?" Blair asked in a hushed, tense whisper as she struggled to pull her coat on. Dan simply widened and bulged his eyes as if to say fuck if I know before turning towards the door.

"Dad," he called out and stood up just as Blair was clasping a second button shut.

Rufus finally appeared from behind the door, with Lily following suit, and a porter carrying bags.

Dan took in the sight but wasn't quite able to process it. "Uh what are you—what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Oh, Blair," Rufus said, trying to hide his surprise. "Hi."

Blair smiled tightly and sat up from the couch, smoothing out her hair and trying to muster up some composure.

"Blair," Lily said. Dry, not even attempting to hide her surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Dan looked back at her, mouth in a terrible pout and her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to say God knows what before he whipped back towards the two intruders. "What are you two doing here?" he said and waved a finger between the two of them. "I think that's the real question here."

"Oh, yes. That,"Lily sighed in exasperation and threw her scarf over a stool at the kitchen counter. "Tell them, Rufus."

Rufus shrugged. "Cece left the estate to Ivy, which includes the penthouse and she kicked us out. Incidentally, we're going to have to stay here for a while."

"Just until al of this nonsense is sorted out," Lily said with a wave of her hand.

Dan was speechless. He turned back to Blair, who simply raised her eyebrows at him. Don't look at me was the basic message he got from her expression. Fine.

He was at a loss.

"You know what?" Blair piped up sweetly. "I'm gonna go." She smiled a tight lipped, polite smile and brushed passed Dan, only to stop and crouch down to pick up her skirt as inconspicuously as she possibly could off of the floor—which happened to not be inconspicuous at all, but almost comically obvious.

Rufus gave Dan a pointed look and he glared back.

"Blair," Dan called out but she was already scurrying out the door.

"I'll call you!" she called out and was gone in an instant.

Dan could have facepalmed right then and there. He sighed and slapped his hands together and rubbed them back and forth.

"Well, welcome," he said more sarcastically than he wanted to.

Lily gave him a keen look from above her reading glasses.

"Sorry, son," Rufus said.


Dan had hardly slept. He'd tossed and turned, and spent a considerable amount of time with his left hand and some lotion, which didn't help calm the rapid-fire speed at which his brain was working. It simply overloaded it. He tossed and turned some more.

He couldn't even write, he was too wired to latch onto a single thought for more than five seconds. By 6:30am he'd dozed off into a restless and not at all satisfying sleep, only to be awakened by the dinging of his phone at 9:30.

It was Blair. "Come over?" was all it said.

What did that even mean? He texted her back and swung his feet onto the floor and groggily stumbled towards the shower.

He tapped his foot during the entire cab ride. Along the way he got another text. "Just come right upstairs."

Okay…

When he knocked on her bedroom door he was not in a particularly good mood.

The door swung open and he was greeted with a radiant smile. "Hi," she cooed and he couldn't help the corners of his lips from turning up slightly.

Regardless, he cocked his head to the side suspiciously. "Hi," he said with misgiving. Why wasn't she throwing things at him?

She grabbed both of his wrists and proceeded to drag him inside, letting go only to give the door a push shut. He dragged his feet along the carpet and threw his head back as she pulled.

"Oh, someone's a bit rough around the edges today," she said and wrapped her arms around his torso and looked up at him with twinkling eyes.

"Well, after getting caught making out on the couch by my parents like I was in middle school again? I'd say that's a reason to be prickly," he said sourly.

She squeezed her arms tighter around him. "Well you weren't the one caught with your pants down, literally," she practically sing-songed.

A smile escaped him, though he tried not to let it, before he snatched it back and sobered. "Wait a second," he said and furrowed his brow as he looked down upon her. "Why aren't you mortified? Who are you and what have you done with Blair Waldorf?"

She bit her bottom lip coyly and began to pull him towards her bed. His feet weren't dragging anymore.

She whirled him around and released him from her grasp just in time for him to plop down on the side of her bed. She instantly lifted her leg up, then the other and straddled him. She was wearing a silver silk slip with lace trim and his fingers slipped and slid over the material as he settled them lightly at her hips.

"She's right here," she smiled and kissed him lightly. "And she's ready to pick up where we left off last night," she whispered into his lips and smiled again, slyly this time, or so it felt to him.

"Oh, is she?" Dan asked playfully and she nodded. "Mustn't keep a lady waiting, then," he said and she shook her head fervently.

He delved in for another languid but deep kiss and he let it build, stirring their passion awake slowly, letting it creep up through them like the night before. Her hands tucked under his shirt and were ready to pull up when the start of the shower from her bathroom startled them.

Blair broke away and looked in the direction of the sound.

"What is it?" Dan said.

Her face fell. "Serena," she said glumly.

"Oh," he said plainly and threw himself backwards on the bed. His arms flailed out across the duvet.

She was still straddling him and played with the hem of his shirt, her shoulder slumped into a sulk.

"We shouldn't," she said.

He sighed deeply. "I know."

They remained that way for several moments, deflating.

Finally Dan hoisted himself up on both elbows. "Coffee?"


She ordered a non-fat latte. He ordered a doppio cappuccino.

"Humphrey what are we going to do?" she asked insistently, neurotic mode kicking in. He was much too haggard to deal with this Blair this early in the morning.

"Blair…" he began but she cut him off.

"We have no sanctuary. No neutral territory. We have no Switzerland do you realize this?" She was on overdrive and talking a mile a minute.

"Look, what if this is good for us?" he said rested his elbows on the small round table and cupped his drink with both hands.

"What are you saying?" her eyes narrowed.

He fixed his stare at her. Now was not the time for suspicion.

"When's the last time you went on a date?" he asked and raised his eyebrows slightly.

She was about to answer immediately but he interrupted. "Galas, events and public outings don't count," he said and she scowled at him.

"What's the point of this, Humphrey?" she asked.

"What I'm saying is…." He began and plastered on a teasing grin. "Will you date me?"

"Why must you joke around at a time like this, I mean really?" Blair said and took a sip of her coffee.

"I'm not joking," he said soberly. "Let's take things slow, do this right. What do you say?"

He could almost see a wave of calm coming over her as she let out a breath and loosened her posture, sinking down to his level in her chair as she contemplated. She smiled shyly. "Well. Who would have thought that chivalry isn't dead," she said and waited a moment. "And living in Brooklyn no less."

He laughed and she brought her cup to her lips again, but her eyes continued to dance with his.


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