A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. And as always, my special thanks goes to Spiros and Sara, two fabulously talented writers. :)
And one last important note: this is definitely M.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any of its characters.
Ever since he kissed her—okay, it was the cheek. But still! Dan had totally upped his game.
They had been dancing around each other all week and it was making her nuts. Ever since he cooled things off with Serena, he had made it a point to drive her crazy.
He would come in her room with a towel wrapped low on his waist, asking for soap. He was "out" of it.
He brought her home chocolate covered strawberries from a market he frequented, wrapped in a package. It wasn't lost on her that those three things—chocolate, strawberries, and presents—were on her "turn-on" list.
And whenever they were near each other, he would brush her side or kiss her cheek again—he was always touching her.
At least he hadn't brought out the guitar, she thought with a sigh. She didn't know how much longer she could resist him. He was reeling her in and dangerously close to catching her.
Coming home late from a study group and dinner, Blair was prepared for another night of witty banter and sly flirting, as it was their new norm.
She found him in the kitchen, elbows resting on the island nose deep in a cookbook.
"What are you making?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"Cookies. "
She arched a brow. "What kind?"
"Oatmeal chocolate chip," he answered, without looking up from the cookbook. When he didn't hear her respond, he looked at her. "Want to help?"
"Sure," she said smiling, dropping her purse to walk and stand next to him at the counter.
As they prepared the ingredients, they made casual small talk about their day. After mixing the eggs, sugar, vanilla, butter, and cups and cups of oats, Blair took the honor of pouring the chocolate chips in the bowl. She kept a few to eat on their own while Dan stirred everything together.
She loved watching him cook. Loved the way his face got serious and focused on the task at hand, while looking completely relaxed at the same time. Whether it be cracking an egg or mixing the ingredients, his face showed total calmness. Even now, while he stirred the dough around, he made it all look effortless.
And sexy. He looked really fucking sexy when he cooked.
Once they rolled the batter into balls and placed the pan in the oven, they stood with the bowl of leftovers.
She leaned over to look in the bowl, her body pressed into his side. Sticking her finger in, she scraped up a dollop of dough to taste the concoction for herself. "Mmm," she moaned, eyes fluttering at how delicious it was.
Dan didn't even know how to react. His mouth went dry; his pulse quickened; warmth flooded through him. "Good?" he managed to choke out.
She nodded, smile on her face. Feeling bold, she took the spatula and scooped some up. Leaning forward, she brought the utensil to his mouth and fed him a small bite of dough, watching his lips roam over the lip.
Fuck it, she thought as she dropped the spoon on the counter. The sound it made as it hit the marble didn't faze her as she leaned up to kiss him square on the mouth. She pulled away after a moment, in disbelief that she finally had done it. She had finally kissed him. But it wasn't nearly for long enough.
Dan's eyes were still on her mouth, and before she could kiss him again, he pressed his lips to hers. Snaking his arms around her waist, he kissed her agonizingly slowly, while raking his fingers through her curls.
When she felt his tongue trace her bottom lip, she parted her mouth to allow it to meet hers. She was overcome by the taste of him; the smell of him; the feel of him. She leaned in closer, wanting to be as near to him as possible, and was thankful he got the message. He took her cue and picked her up to sit her on the counter, hands roaming down the center of her back. She let her legs wrap around him and let out a whimper when his lips left hers. She gasped when she felt where his mouth was headed, eyes fluttering once more when he began raining wet kisses down her neck.
"Dan," she breathed out, drawing his mouth back up to hers. He tasted like chocolate and she was utterly addicted. She could never get enough of him.
He moved his hand to her front, cupping the swell of her breast and then kneading it softly. Her back arched instinctively, and she couldn't help but let out another soft moan. She didn't want to stop kissing him, but she needed air. Reluctantly, she broke the kiss.
They were still close; Blair could feel the panting of his breath on her face. Lust was still flaming in his eyes, and she couldn't help but place another soft kiss on his lips. He deepened it in an instant, but before it could go any further, the oven timer chimed.
Dan pulled away to turn it off, but Blair grabbed the lapels of his jacket before he could get too far. She swiftly pulled him back into her again, and he relented; her flushed cheeks and swollen lips made it easy to. The timer dinged a second time.
"Blair," Dan mumbled against her lips.
"Dan," she gasped.
He pulled his head back and cupped her cheek. "The cookies are going to burn," he whispered seriously, but in reality wanted to stay right where he was.
"Let them burn," she drawled, leaning into him again.
He chuckled, placing a peck on her pout before backing away. Blair watched as he searched for an oven mitt in the drawers, before taking the cookies out of the oven to place them on the marble. She slid off the counter and walked up behind Dan, embracing him from behind. Her face buried in the borough of his spine, breathing him in and going over what had just transpired in her mind. He felt her smile against him.
After a few moments, she craned her neck around his waist to inspect the cookies. "Perfect," she said, before stepping away to get something to lift them off the pan. She opened the utensil drawer and smiled. Dan had added many things to this kitchen, and his pancake flipper was one of them.
After they were cooled and on the plate, the both sampled their creation; she was tempted to say the cookies were better than the dough, but...well...
Her gaze went to his mouth as she remembered what the cookie dough had led to.
She had never been this wanted before. It was both terrifyingly exciting and thrillingly sexy.
She looked at the clock to snap herself out of her thoughts. "It's getting late," she said matter-of-factly, hating that she most likely killed the mood.
He cleared his throat. "Uh...yeah. It is." For the next few minutes, they placed the extra cookies in tupperware and cleaned the dishes and utensils they used. Blair blushed while she cleaned the spatula; both their lips had been on it moments earlier, and she sort of hated washing it off.
They didn't speak again until they were standing outside of their rooms. Both were closed shut, and it felt like that awkward front door moment. Except this time, there were two front doors.
"Well you certainly know how to make a good cookie," Blair finally said, fighting the urge to cringe at herself. Why did he always make her nervous? "They were delicious," she added as an afterthought.
"Yeah..." His gaze dropped to her lips. "They were."
And then she was up against her door in an instant, his lips capturing hers possessively. Her hands gripped head, forcing his mouth to stay exactly where it was and help keep her standing on her feet.
As he explored her mouth once more, he wrapped his arms around her slim waist, then slowly up the bending curve of her back. The appreciative noises she was making kicked his raw desire into overdrive, and he didn't even have time to think about what this would cause between them. All he knew was that he wanted more of her—and in every way possible.
Their lips still fused together, he fumbled blindly for her doorknob. He was encouraged that she didn't protest once the door was open; in fact she was quite the opposite. She whimpered with impatience and need as she tore at his jacket and shirt, trying to discard them as quickly as possible. Once accomplished, he dropped his mouth to her neck, expertly applying kisses while ridding her of her shirt and bra.
He led her so that she lay back on the bed, groaning once he saw how far her skirt had ridden up her thighs. Clad in only his boxers now, he crawled up next to her and kissed his way up her body. She mewled when she felt his lips travel from her breast to her clavicle, hips canting instinctively upwards. The motion grew his arousal by tenfold, and within seconds, her skirt and panties were peeled off. With a devilish smirk, she pushed down his boxers and guided him inside her. They both moaned in unison at the tight feeling; it seemed like the foreplay had last for weeks—beginning the moment he moved in.
Blair rocked against him eagerly, matching his fast rhythm and brushing her mouth against his from the movement. With each thrust, their breaths grew more ragged and needy. Blair felt Dan reach down between them, rubbing where they were connected, and couldn't help but cry out. Hearing her chant his name as she clenched around him sent Dan over as well, making them both shudder against each other in ecstasy. As they came down from their high, he stayed on top of her, chest heaving against hers. After some time, he rolled off to the side to lie beside her.
What now? Blair thought, once her breath was finally normal. She held in a sigh of frustration, hating the thoughts that filled her mind after what had just been the best sex of her life. But she couldn't help it. Should she let him sleep in her bed? If she did, then this thing between them would escalate into full-on relationship territory. But if he left, she would feel cheap.
And she would miss him.
"What are you thinking about?" Dan asked breathily, studying her face. He was lying on his side, his elbow holding up his weight. He reached over and tucked a curl behind her ear.
"I'm thinking about this. And what we should do about it. And if I should let you sleep here...in my bed." She enunciated slowly. "With me."
He groaned and leaned over to bite her shoulder. Lips still against her, he mumbled, "Would you stop thinking for just one fucking second? Enjoy this."
She started to laugh, but then felt his tongue meet her skin. A gasp escaped her lips instead. "Dan."
He looked up at her with a sexy grin. "And besides," he said, snaking his hand between her legs and causing her to mewl once more. "Who said anything about sleeping?"
A/N: I'm hesitant to change the rating to M...but we'll see. How was this chapter? :) There is much much more ahead. Like Serena.
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