A/N: This chapter is very much fluff-ish, but that will not be the case from here on. I needed to get some things out of the way before developing the storyline I have planned. I love hearing feedback so feel free to review!
Two weeks go by before Dan sees Blair or Serena.
He quickly finds that he weirdly misses both of them.
He may have spent the entire year fawning over Serena, but he also spent the majority of the year being tormented by Blair.
It's 1:47 a.m. when he sees one of them again.
When he hears the knock at his door, he can't decide which one he wants it to be more. He's already finished a six pack while doing some writing- his social life has kind of gone down the toilet since his break up.
Dan swings the door open and tries to hide the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"You look awful."
"You look like you've had one too many dirty martinis."
He takes her in for a moment.
Blair wears a strapless white dress with her chestnut curls falling over bare shoulders. Her lips are perfectly painted red to match her glassy bloodshot eyes and he briefly wonders how he's never found her this beautiful before.
Sure, he knew there was a very blurry sexual attraction there, but it was mostly out of fear- who is he kidding, it's still out of fear.
"Are you gonna let me in, or what?"
Dan looks down with a small smile and moves aside as she steps into the loft,
"And I take my martinis neat."
"Of course you do," he mumbles and leads her into the living room.
She goes on to explain in great detail how he almost destroyed her social life because of a Gossip Girl blast that showed him entering her building at an ungodly hour. For this reason, she couldn't be seen anywhere near him for at least two weeks, otherwise people would think she was slumming it with Brooklyn's finest.
All he can do is watch her talk. The way her brow creases when she counts the number of restaurants she had to avoid, her voice lowering when she says the word Brooklyn- like it's some dirty secret, her imitation of Serena flirting with lacrosse players at the party earlier. There's so much animation within her that he only gets to see in flashes, when she's insulting his shoes or debating French impressionists.
"I get it," he finally says, mostly to get her to stop talking. Then, "Why did you come here?"
"I was bored at the party and remembered that you provide me with a sufficient amount of amusement."
Dan reaches forward to push a few strands of hair out of her face and her eyes narrow to watch his fingers,
"Why did you come here, Blair?"
"Stop being weird," she snaps and shoves him away lightly.
"Fine," he's sort of starting to enjoy flirting with Blair because instead of flirting back she'll narrow her eyes or scrunch up her nose and basically act like it's repulsive to her. And yet, there's always a smile forming at the left corner of her mouth and he's accepted the challenge that he will get at least one full smile out of her by the end of summer.
"I wanted to watch a movie, okay?"
"With me?"
"With you, as horrid as that is," she plops down on his couch and looks at him expectantly.
"Can I get you anything?" Dan asks as he fumbles through the fridge, "A beer? Glass of wine?"
"Red?"
"White."
"Ugh, fine."
They watch The Big Sleep on his laptop. Blair comments incessantly, but if Dan says a word she shushes him immediately.
"Have you heard from her lately?"
"She called me once," he says quietly, "asking for her copy of Catcher in the Rye back."
Blair snorts out a laugh but keeps her eyes on the screen,
"You borrowed a book from Serena?"
"She, uh- she asked me to write notes in the margins for her."
Blair realizes the romantic sentiment and falls silent before making a note to scoot away from him quickly.
"I think there's hope for your relationship yet," she says as an afterthought that she'd been holding in. "Apparently Nate is sleeping with Duchess Beaton and using Serena as a cover girlfriend so that no one finds out."
"How is this good for me?"
"Think of how much time she's spending with Nate!" Blair exclaims as if that's something Dan wants to think about at all, "They spend all of that time together, but at the end of the day she gets nothing. She's going to crave genuine affection, and of course, a lot sex."
"Right," he says and watches her move gracefully to the kitchen. His instinct is instantly to follow her, which annoys him. He doesn't want to spend the rest of his high school career following girls around like a lost puppy. As she leans up against the counter, he takes a few steps to stand in front of her.
For a moment, he feels in control. Her tiny frame just barely brushing against his body. When she looks into his eyes, there's a flash of something. Something that he won't be able to forget for days to come.
Maybe she's lonely because she misses Nate… and Chuck, but maybe there's something else.
An unspoken connection.
Or maybe they're both really drunk.
"Maybe we should…" her voice trails off softly, "Maybe you should demonstrate your competency in the bedroom."
He can tell she's trying desperately to keep her voice all business, but as her hips move against him slightly, he almost loses it. His finger lightly strokes a path from behind her ear, down her neck and shoulder.
Her hair smells like apples and vanilla.
"You're words, not mine," He mutters before crashing his lips into hers and stumbling them both to the bedroom.
They move messily, fidgeting with buckles and hooks until she's undressed in front of him and he struggles to find any air. Her skin is freckled from the sun and everything is just so exquisite that he doesn't want to touch her for fear of messing up her appearance.
But god he wants to touch her.
"You're very-"
"Shut up," she cuts him off before catching his mouth with hers again.
His body is humming with anticipation but he wills himself to remember that he's being tested right now. His teeth graze against her ear and Blair lets out a soft gasp. His hands are shaky and unsure, but as her hips rise to meet his, he grins against her skin.
Dan clumsily searches for a condom which Blair rips open to slide onto his length carefully. As if he wasn't hard enough, the contact sends a shiver through his entire body.
She guides him inside of her and it's all so hurried and rough that he gets lost for a few minutes just listening to the noises that come out of her. He fits so perfectly inside of her and there's just something about Blair that is so completely untouched, he only wants more.
"This is nothing to write home about," she says between breaths and Dan groans irritably against her shoulder blade. He thrusts harder and faster, meanwhile trying to hold out until her climax.
He uses one hand to prop himself up while the other flies down to rub her clit.
Suddenly her moans become louder, more genuine, and he swallows them in a kiss.
His thumb circles rapidly before slowing down and applying more pressure.
"Dan," she says breathily, "Don't stop."
He stops moving his hand immediately and meets her eyes, "What?"
"What?" she says impatiently.
"You just said my name," her hips buck against his hand as she lets out a small breath.
"Dan?"
"You just said it again," his voice is deep as he begins moving his thumb at a painfully slow pace again.
"Dan," she pants out.
"Say it again," he commands against her ear and she lets out a low moan.
"Dan," in a gasp. She repeats it over and over like a mantra. He feels himself getting closer to the edge, his hand grabbing a fistful of her curls for stability. His name comes out louder in groans as her walls clench around him.
Dan's jaw tightens and he pants into her hair as he finishes right after her.
Immediately she begins yanking her clothes back on.
"That was one of my more regrettable decisions," she glances over her shoulder as she hooks her bra.
"You seemed to enjoy it."
"Stop staring at me like that."
Dan pulls his boxers on and laughs as he watches her get dressed. She takes so much care in the way she gets dressed, rather than haphazardly throwing clothes on like Serena.
"We should do this again," he says in his most formal voice, "for practice- for Serena."
"Nice try, Humphrey."
He gets this weird churning in his stomach as she walks to his front door. He doesn't want her to leave. He doesn't want to be by himself again. When she opens the door, she glances over her shoulder at him standing in his bedroom doorway.
"I said, stop staring at me like that."
"This feels like a booty call," he says with the slightest hint of disappointment.
"Maybe it was," his eyes close at her response before the door clicks behind her.
He leans his head against the door frame and tries to forget the sound of his name on her lips as she came.
