A/N: Hello! Have I mentioned that you guys are wonderful? Because you are! I appreciate all of the amazingly kind reviews as well as the follows and faves! Here is some fluff! Nothing is really moved along but we're getting there! Enjoy! Reviews are always welcome, lovelies. :)
Blair feels the sunshine before she opens her eyes. She's about to say a quick, silent prayer that last night was real when she realizes she doesn't need to. She's naked. She registers someone beside her, an arm heavy on her hips. Most importantly, she feels some very uncomfortable sheets. She only knows one person who would find such a terrible thread count tolerable: Dan Humphrey.
Her eyes fly open in delight and there he is. He's sleeping on his stomach with his face towards her. Suddenly she loves those awful sheets. They're like one big thread that connects them, barely covering his backside and only coming up to her side. The best part is they're not covering their legs. No, she can see their legs. She's got one of hers thrown over his while her other one brushes against it. They're just so inextricably tangled. She's beaming. She must be. He's an adorable sleeper. His hair is all messy, his brow is almost knitted, and his mouth is barely parted. This is all so new to her. In the couple of times she's slept over here, he's always woken up first. She wore him out last night. She blushes at the memories. God. She wants him again. And again. And then definitely some more after that. Oh, he needs to wake up.
She starts to hum quietly. She just can't help it. Apparently she hums when she's blissed out. She trails her hand over his arm up to his shoulder then caresses his neck and continues on to stroke his jaw. His head moves at the contact, jostling a tendril into his eyes. Her breath catches. Oh my God. He's gorgeous. She moves the hair back lightly with her fingers. She gets greedy and moves her hand through his hair. He really starts to wake up. He hasn't opened his eyes yet but he moves a hand to capture the one she has in his hair. He gives it a squeeze and a smile forms on his face. She wants to cry. Finally, finally he opens his eyes.
"You're here." Are his first groggy words of the morning.
"I'm here." She replies back softly, soothingly. She thinks she knows how he feels.
"Mmmm, I was so afraid that I dreamt last night. I almost didn't want to open my eyes." She laughs with understanding.
"Yeah, me too. Then I realized that there's only one person I know who would sleep on such awful sheets, so I knew I was in the right place." She smirks at him playfully.
"See, I think you meant to insult me there but you also said you were in the right place so I don't even care what came before that." She lowers her eyes shyly and smiles as they rise to meet his again. He adjusts himself so that he's on his side, leaning against his hand. His free hand brushes her hair out of her face. Moments pass as they stare at each other. Then his eyes move to her lips and then lower and then he seems to realize that those horrible sheets aren't covering much. She sees him swallow hard as his eyes darken.
"That's a very astute observation, Mr. Humphrey." Oh, it comes out all breathy. He hasn't even touched her yet and her breathing is getting shallow. Her heart is fluttering wildly in her chest.
"I'm an observant man, Miss Waldorf." He's running his hand down her neck to her chest until he reaches her breasts. He delicately brushes over them before he cups one and runs his thumb lightly over her nipple. He moves closer and slides an arm under waist and pulls her closer still. Her eyes flutter closed. His lips ghost over her other breast and his lips find her nipple. A long moan escapes from her as she moves a hand through his hair. Then she feels him pull away. She opens her eyes in confusion. "Would you agree?" He lowers his hand to stroke her waist while his eyes look at her expectantly for an answer.
Oh, yes. "I would." He's already halfway to her mouth. She leans forward quickly to meet him and captures his lips. His hand travels back up to her breast as he pushes her back against the bed. Her tongue slips through his lips and she buries her hands in his hair. He lets out a deep groan and spreads her legs with his knee. It's all messy kisses and caressing and moans and heavy breathing and she can't keep track of who the noises are coming from. She bucks her hips against his and one of his hands flies down to her thigh. He grips it tightly and then lightly trails it until he reaches her center. He strokes over it before rubbing his thumb over her clit and pushing two fingers in. She jerks her mouth away from his roughly. "Ohhhhh..." Yeah. That one was definitely her. Jesus. She looks at him and his eyes are so filled with lust and he has a cocky little grin on his face. Oh. She misses his mouth. Why isn't he kissing her? Oh, that must have been out loud because his voice is all deep and throaty when he tells her to do something about it. She grabs his neck and pulls him back to her lips. She moans when they finally meet. And God. She can feel his dick rubbing against her thigh as he works. She can't stop her hips from meeting his hand as he pumps his fingers in and out of her. She's going over. She can't fight it. Doesn't want to. Oh God. Ohh God. She breaks away from his mouth for more air. Ohhh... "Daaaannnnn!" She cries out as her head sinks deeper into the pillow and her eyes shut tightly. He continues pumping his hand and rubbing her clit as she goes over and comes back down. She's gasping and her eyes are so heavy. She manages to keep her eyes open long enough to pull him back into focus. His hand is softly stroking her now and he's looking at her like he'll never get enough. Christ. "Dan. Inside. Now." Every word is said on a breath. She's still hazy and high. But God she wants him.
He takes in a sharp breath. "We're out of condoms." His hand still hasn't left her and he's laying soft, lazy kisses on every place he can find. He'd been waiting for her so long he hadn't needed to buy condoms apparently. Even in this moment the irony is not lost on her.
"Mmmm. No. No." She can't focus on anything. "We've covered this. I'm on the pill. Both tested. Both clean." She's moving against his hand again. She needs some kind of friction and relief. She knows he must need it too. She can feel it against her. His breath is so ragged.
"Yeah, yes, but I don't think-" She grabs his face and cuts him off with a deep kiss.
"Dan." She breaks away and looks him in the eye. "It's ok. We're good. And I want you so much." The deepest groan she's ever heard in her life comes from his lips. "So, so much. I need you." He moved his hand away from her and it's so wet it slips across her hip. She whimpers. "Dan?" He's adjusted himself so he's right at her entrance but he still looks unsure. "Dan. I swear. I'm about to scream. How do you have this much control? You're so hard." Her eyes are wild and wide. She rubs her hands down his arms and licks her lips. She wants to rub his dick but she thinks he might come just at the contact. Counter-productive.
"I just-I don't know if we should risk it." Is he really trying to be noble right now? Oh God. She wants him even more.
"Baby." She strokes his cheek lightly. "There's minimal risk. It's ok. I'm willing to take my chances. Whatever happens, happens." His eyes get wide and he starts to pull away. "No! No, no, no. Nothing's going to happen. I'm on the pill, Dan. This is what it's intended for!" He laughs a little and leans down to kiss her. Then he's in her. She feels his deep sigh against her lips. And it all feels like heaven. She loves having him in her with nothing between them. Loves it. She wraps her arms around his neck lazily. She can finally relax.
"You're so demanding. Even like this. Especially like this. I wouldn't want it any other way." He mumbles and leans his forehead against hers. He pushes in harder as he says, "I love it." Her heart skips several beats. "I love it." He says again, heavier this time, and kisses her lips haphazardly before moving his head to rest in between her neck and shoulder. He gasps and kisses her collarbone. She can feel his breath hot against her. "Blair….you feel amazing. God." She rolls her head and sighs. She reaches for him and pulls him to her lips hungrily.
"Mmmm….God. You feel good. Really good….Good." She can't think anymore. He gives her a lazy smile before he rests his head again and refocuses. It's all been so slow and soulful and rhythmic and he's leaning on his arm and that hand is in her hair and the other one is lazily massaging her breast, but then he hits a spot and her legs wrap around him tighter and her nails dig into his back. She lets out an almost primal moan. He starts pumping harder and rougher and harder and he's grunting and he is hitting that spot every time..."Dan. Dan. I'm close. I'm-I'm..." He goes to move his hand from her breast to her clit but she stops him. She shakes her head. Her eyes are closed and her brow is furrowed. She's already starting to swim. "Stay there." He moans when he feels her slide her own hand between them. She is screaming his name over and over again. Like he's her fucking Lord and Savior. As far as she's concerned, in this moment, he is. She feels his muscles tighten against her when her walls clench around him. It's not long before he's spilling into her and saying her name low and deep, over and over again. Oh. Oh, God. She could get used to this and still never really get used to this.
He lowers his weight onto her. "Jesus, Blair." He whispers into her neck, presses a wet, open kiss there. Her breath hitches and a soft sound falls from her lips. He raises his head and furrows his brow. "What?" He says quietly.
She reaches up to cup his face. Her voice is thick with sudden emotion. "I just-I had a dream once where you said that in a moment like this." She tugs on his hair so he'll come closer. She kisses him when he does.
"Mmmm." He moans into her mouth. He pulls away and then out of her. He kisses her cheek and pulls her into his side when he rolls over. "This isn't a dream, remember?" He says sleepily.
"I remember." She whispers. She leans up to look at him after a few minutes, but his eyes are already closed. She brushes some hair off of his face. She sighs contentedly and continues to stare at him. For the first time in a long time, Blair can't believe her good luck. She feels his arm tighten around her and she gasps in surprise. She thought he was already asleep. He opens one eye to look at her. She blushes and lowers her head.
"Man, you are so gone on Dan Humphrey." He teases as he runs a hand up and down her back. She laughs and lies down on his chest. Her head over his heart. She can hear it beating. She grips him a little tighter, swallows hard.
"Does that spook you?" She asks softly. She feels his light laughter and smiles. She thinks she knew the answer before she even asked.
"Uh, no." He laughs a little harder. "No. You making googly eyes at me while I sleep does not spook me. I—yeah, I think very little to do with your feelings for me or your attraction to me could spook me." She feels him lean down and press a kiss in her hair. "Your obvious love for 'Cocktail' does, however, spook me." She can't help the laugh that comes bubbling out of her. Damn. She places a kiss over his heart before she rises up to look him at him.
"I can explain that." She starts confidently.
"Oh, I'm sure you can. The question is if you should." He narrows his eyes at her playfully.
"It's a classic! Dorota is a member of the Tom Cruise Fan Club and that one just so happens to be her favorite. So, I've seen it a ….few….times." She finishes defensively.
"Oh, it's Dorota's favorite? Interesting. It seems to me that it might relate to a certain Upper East Side young lady's life a little more." He laughs when her eyes widen and her mouth falls open.
"Are you serious? What about me exactly screams that I want a broke bartender?" She winces as soon as the words come out of her mouth. He's still laughing. "Ok. Don't say it." He laughs harder. "This is completely different! You're a writer! With life goals and plans and talent!"
"Come here." He pulls her up his body and kisses her lips. When they break apart, she lies back down and rests her head in the crook of his neck. He chuckles softly as he plays with her hair.
"It's different." She huffs out against his neck.
"I know, I know. I do think there's a similar theme though. Hmm?" He pulls on her hair lightly.
"Daaaaaan." She says in exasperation.
"Blaaaaair." He mimics. She starts to lift herself off of him. He tightens his arm around her and laughs. "I'm sorry. I'll stop. You're so easy, and fun, to tease." She goes to move again, trying to remove his arm, but he cups her cheek and makes eye contact with her. "Stop it. I'm just flirting with you. You're so adorable when you're all feisty." She smiles shyly and leans down to kiss him. She sighs as she settles against him again.
"You may have a slight point." She mumbles and kisses his neck.
"Oh my God. You really must have the biggest crush on me." She laughs and rolls her eyes.
"I liked you better when you were sleeping." She snuggles closer to him. He presses her closer against him. She loves that. He reciprocates every word and every move that she makes.
"Fair point. We should probably take a quick nap. You're insatiable. Not that I'm complaining, but I do need to recharge. We've got a lot to figure out and we have to be at the magazine this afternoon to set up for the staff meeting." He takes a deep breath.
"What do we have to figure out?" She furrows her brow. Everything seems pretty figured out to her.
"Well, Miss Plausible Deniability, are we going public, for real, with this? How are we going to tell Serena and Chuck? And Nate? Your parents? My sister?" She groans and shuts her eyes.
"Oh. Them." She says sullenly and pouts her lips. "Can't we just run away to Europe or something? Leave all of them behind us?" He laughs and kisses the top of her head.
"We could, but I don't think you want that." Incorrect. Nothing in the world sounds better right now. "Look, we'll take a nap, get ready to face the, well, what's going to be left of the day and sort it all out. All that really matters is that we're good, we're here. We're on the same page and happy. The rest is just details." She lets out what must be her fiftieth long, happy sigh since coming here last night.
"Ok." She closes her eyes. Details. She can handle details. She's got Dan and, he's right, that's all that really matters at the moment. They're on the same page. Her eyes fly open. What page are they on? "Dan?" She pulls back a little to look at him. His eyes are closed but he's still running a hand up and down her back absently.
"Hmmm?" He murmurs.
"You said we're on the same page. What page are you on?" She asks tentatively. She knows what page she wants them to be on. She thinks she even knows what page he wants them to be on, but she's thought that before about other people and they weren't even reading the same book. He clears his throat and opens his eyes to peer down at her. He studies her face before he slides down so he's on his side, face to face with her.
"I'm in this, Blair. Seriously, completely." Oh, thank God. She's not sure her heart could have taken it if he'd said anything else. It's only been hours, but everything with him is wonderfully different. She knew they had an intellectual, emotional connection. It's almost like they've been courting for years. And their sexual connection hasn't surprised her, but she didn't expect it to feel like it does. Not so soon. Everything just feels so right and she can't lose that feeling. He runs a hand through her hair, twists it around his finger when he reaches the end. "What page are you on?"
"The same exact page." She leans forward and kisses him. She starts to pull away when he reaches a hand to her face to pull her closer. He kisses her deeply, sighing against her mouth. He presses his lips against hers one last time, nuzzles his nose against hers.
"I really like this book so far. I-I hope it doesn't it end." He leans his forehead against hers. She reaches for his hand and intertwines it with hers.
"Me too." She smiles. It's almost an involuntary action. He smiles in return. More reciprocity. It's such a high for her. It's all so easy and peaceful. There's no worry or questions. It's an amazing experience to just….fall.
"Good. Now, sleep. My alarm's going to go off soon." He groans. "Too soon." He presses a lingering kiss to her forehead. She feels the morning, and night, catch up with her suddenly. She couldn't open her eyes again if she wanted to. The last thing she registers is Dan whispering, "Sweet dreams."
A/N 2: The condom thing will not be coming up every chapter btw lol