Temporary Blackout

What really happened the night at Motel 6 before Blair's interview at Yale?

"You Know You Love Me" book. Aaron Rose x Blair Waldorf. oneshot.

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When they tiptoed out of their motel room and down the hall, a wave of wooziness hit Blair and she had to steady herself by placing a hand on Aaron's chest and the other on her forehead. He held her hand to his chest.

Aaron was right about his damn special herbal cigarettes - they had really gotten to her and she only smoked about three of them. She was beyond mellow. Her hair was down..way down.

"Blair, you all right?" he asked with a laugh before feeling a wave himself.

"Advil..."

"I have them around in my car."

Somewhere in between, Blair had laughed at the hall carpet, brown with red swirls. Ugly, ugly.

Then they went straight to the red Saab since his car keys were already in his pocket.

"I think they're in the back."

They crawled around in the back, feeling around for a small, wide, oddly shaped bottle. Then they bumped heads and were thrown a giggling fit until their stomachs were hurting and they had fallen into the car seats.

"Stop laughing!" Blair squealed, even though she was doing it herself.

"I can't! You stop," he gasped out. "Whoever stops first gets two candy bars!"

Blair was really craving that KitKat bar. Two was even better.

So hearing this, Blair climbed on him and started to tickle him which caused him to laugh more. Finally using his male strength, he picked Blair up and dropped her next to him.

Looking at each other, they stopped laughing.

"I guess it's a tie. Two candy bars each," Blair said in a bare whisper.

"Yeah." And he moved closer.

She moved in.

Hand to face, lips to lips.

Their bodies were enthused.

How taboo and exhilarating if anyone was to catch them!

It was just what Blair needed and she needed to thank him in a big way. Her hands brushed the edge of his too-large jeans, passed his boxers and up under his shirt, roaming his strong abdomen and chest. Who knew he had such a bod underneath those baggy clothes?

He knew he was the more sane one, but she tasted so good he couldn't stop. It was the taste of thrill.

How different it would've been if they had only met sooner.

His hand stroked the back of her knee and thigh and she sighed into his lips. After several minutes, they fell back into the car seats once more, panting in exhaustion.

"Let's get those candy bars," Aaron said and they filed out of the red Saab.

Blair stabilized herself by running her hand along the roof of the car, but unknowingly hit the light switch on their way out. Without looking back at his car, Aaron stumbled just a little over to the vending machines with Blair behind him. Getting there, Blair was feeling a lot better.

They both shook their heads in unison, their eyes no longer cloudy.

Then Aaron was staring at the vending machine and frowning. "I can't decide."

"How much change do we have?" Blair asked in all seriousness.

It was as if the Advil incident never occurred. That's what you call a temporary blackout.

the morning after

"How the hell did I leave my lights on and forget to turn off the car?" Aaron mumbled to himself while examining the red Saab before turning around to squint at Blair.

The feel of his fingertips skimming creamy, soft skin shot up his spine for a second, but Aaron shrugged it off.

When Blair stepped into the car and slumped back into the car seat, she suddenly felt a need for Advil.

But the feeling passed as fast as it came. She ripped open his envelope to her and inwardly cringed at the card.

No, nothing happened at all...

Aaron smiled at Blair whose eyes were focused on the road as she mentally prepped for the Yale interview.

Nothing except the change of heart for one...