I have to write this out because I have become somewhat obsessed with the idea of Georgina's fascination with Dan and Blair having sex. And my fascination…and maybe yours if you're reading this.
To my darling reviewers: may Dan and Blair visit your dreams every night.
Nothings mine, except for the words. And they belong to everybody.
Georgina has stayed in the bathroom for probably too long. It is just too laborious typing out GG blasts on an iphone. Especially for a story as lame as the one she is posting.
She door swings open and she ducks behind the door of a cubicle.
"We have to be more careful. We agreed we should stop doing this."
She knows that voice.
"You're the one who dragged me in here." And that one. This could be her lucky day.
"More fool me then. I just haven't been alone with you forever."
Dan's laughter is soft, muffled as if his mouth is pressed against something. "Uh…yesterday?"
"See? Forever. I told you."
Georgina checks her phone. It's on silent. She's been super paranoid since the Spectator party.
Blair's voice stays coy. "So, are you going to make this worth my while?"
Dan's is deeper than she'd ever heard it. "That depends."
"On what?" Georgina can picture the look on Blair's face exactly. Dan could be quite distracting when you got close up and personal.
"On how you want to crack your whip."
"Up here against the door here would be fine. But I'm open to suggestions."
The silence suggests he's complying with her wishes. Georgina fumbles with her phone to switch on the camera function.
"Dan, it's driving me insane that you can't stay over. I just want you in my bed and I can only get you alone in sordid bathrooms. Can you please just fuck me?"
Georgina feels a thrill of anticipation and kneels silently on the floor, peering through the gap under the wall. She can only see their legs. Blair's Louboutins are backed against the door with his feet firmly planted between them.
"Ahhh…that's just the thing. I'd like nothing more. But I haven't got a condom."
"What do you mean you don't have any condoms? I put them in your wallet myself. We can't have…" The small pause speaks volumes. "Oh."
"What can I say? You clearly find me irresistible." Georgina rolls her eyes at the manner in which Dan's voice drops, but her mind races over the last few times she had seen them together. They had played it so cool. And all this had been going on under her watch? She must be losing her touch.
"How could you let this happen? You have no forethought, Humphrey." The frustration rings like a bell in her voice and Georgina watches his feet take a step away as she pushes him. She nearly groans aloud in frustration. She begins mentally willing him to stop her leaving the room. It is all too fortuitous, it can't be over so fast. She'll never get another opportunity like this fall into her lap. Dan is a complete wet fish if can't see when a woman is melting onto the floor for him.
"Not so fast, Waldorf. I can do other things." Praise be.
Her feet stop still, arrested. "Oh yeah? What kind of things could they be?" One heel kicks back against the door.
There was no way Georgina can get decent footage from where she is situated. She hopes they'll be too preoccupied with each other to notice her phone under the cubicle wall. She sees the back of Dan's pants, one leg firmly pressed between Blair's. And the way he is sliding up her skirt can only mean she's going to get some kind of pay off. She places the phone down and slides it across the floor. Damn iphones; she hopes there's enough battery charge left to get the footage. Georgina recalls exactly how long Dan can stay focussed on a task. At least there's no sound of outrage; they haven't seen the phone. Maybe Jesus is finally going to settle his debt after all.
Dan's voice comes throatily. "I have this trick, you see. I do this thing…and you make this noise…" Blair gives a mewling sigh. "Ah…that's the one…and then I have to kiss you here…and here where your lip curls up in the corner."
The silence is punctuated with Blair's ragged pants.
"So you like my fingers there? No?" Georgina remembers those fingers well. Dan always talked too much for her personal enjoyment. But his long writers fingers held pure magic.
"Yes! Oh God, don't you dare take your…" Clearly Blair is delighting in both.
Dan's deep chuckle echoes off the tiles, "and this? How does that feel?"
Blair's moan in response is purely animal. Georgina feels like the air in the small bathroom had just turned to molasses. She's always known that she leaned toward the voyeuristic, but this is hotter than watching porn on her laptop any day. The discomfort of the floor only adds to her titillation, the sense of the forbidden. She hopes her phone is getting the footage. Dan's voice drops to a whisper making Georgina strain her ears to hear. "Whenever I'm with you, I just want to put my hand right here and watch you bite your lip. And I imagine they're my teeth. Like this."
It takes every bit of will that Georgina possesses not to poke her head under the wall to see exactly what he was doing to elicit these noises from her. She knows Dan is whispering provocative words in Blair's ear but she only a pick out a word or two. If only he would just speak up.
It's not Dan's voice but Blair's that completes the circle. "I only wish your fingers were your…" The rest of her answer is entirely incoherent. The wail she gives surely would have penetrated beyond the confines of the room. It resounds off the walls and echoes straight to Georgina's loins.
"Shhh…Blair, someone will hear you."
"I don't care…" Her words ride on a gasp.
"You do, you know."
"Dan? When are we going to get more than a few stolen moments? I don't think I can handle this much longer. Right now I could just walk out there with your hand in mine and be damned with the consequences."
"I can't let you do that."
"I know...I know…" The plaintive note to her voice can only bring to mind a child that's lost her favourite toy. "Just a little longer."
Georgina hears Dan's gusty breath. "Blair, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why? I'm just repeating the favour."
"We've been away for too long."
"No one will notice."
"People always want to know where the princess is, even if she's an estranged one."
"You know, your mouth says one thing, but your body is telling me another."
"Huh…I'm putty in your hands."
"It doesn't feel like putty."
Dan's chuckle becomes a groan, half sobbing noise. The element of surprise is apparent. "Blair! What did you just do?"
"You tell me."
"I can't believe you did that to me. How am I going to go back out there now?"
"I'm sure you'll work it out."
"You're the one who's going to be seen with the guy with the damp patch on his crotch." Georgina smothers her titter.
"Oh, I won't be seen with him." Her feet slide out from between his and her rucked up skirt floats back down her legs. "Damn it, Humphrey! You gave me creases." Her heels stalk over to the mirror. "You go ahead, find something to stand behind. This is going to take me a while to fix."
"I don't see anything that needs fixing."
"Yes, but your eye is hardly critical."
Dan's feet sidle up behind hers. Georgina holds her breath and watches them dance precariously close to her vulnerable phone.
"Humphrey! Stop doing that or we'll never get out of here."
"Alright, alright. I'll see you at the bar." After one more lingering pause his feet cautiously retreat across the room.
Blair remains at the mirror. Small noises of displeasure fill the room as she primps at the mirror. Finally her feet step back and complete a turn. Georgina watches the stiletto heel grind itself into the screen of her phone. She pinches her nose in irritation at the glassy snapping sound that results.
Blair hardly even pauses. Georgina hears her noncommittal, "oh" and then her feet sashay out of the door with a sharp staccato rhythm.
