In this chapter there is going to be smut. But of couse some of you already expected this. Just a fair warning: I am no good in writing it. I did my best but still, do not have great expectations.
Serena had just left the elevator when Dan and Blair found themselves alone again. "Is that going to give you trouble?" Blair asked Dan referring to the whole hints Serena made of Olivia.
"I don't even know what to say." Dan answered. "I mean, it doesn't really matter."
"Yikes"
"God, people should mind their own business." Dan said while his cell phone rang at the moment. It was Olivia.
"Is that Olivia the actress?" Blair asked him.
"People should mind their own business." Dan said not trying to be rude but he could tell Blair was already feeling a little bit awkward. He ignores the call. Just then the elevator doors open in her floor and they both get out.
"Serena…" Blair begins, trying to restart again the conversation and trying to discuss what Serena said.
"Serena is meaningless." Dan assured her.
"She makes everything seem so consequential."
"What do you mean consequential?"
"You know…" Blair began, "Like there is going to be consequences."
"Who?"
"Serena."
"I don't remember seeing her." Dan said smiling.
"Yes, she was wearing a bridesmaid's dress… like mine." Blair said, "She was in the elevator."
"A woman in a bridesmaids' dress in the elevator?" Dan said, "Apart from you, there was no one like that. I would have remembered her. What woman in the elevator? There was no one."
And just like that Blair smiles. She's got to give it to Dan. His rambling when he was quasi-nervous still made her smile. They start walking towards her room. "What about Olivia?"
"Never heard of her." Dan says.
"Your girlfriend…"
"I don't have a girlfriend."
Blair seems confused but lets it go. "What about my businessman?"
"Who?"
"My husband."
"You're not feeling good are you?" Dan asks her, and Blair nods. "I should take you straight to bed. Which way? By the way."
"Over here." Blair answers pointing to a nearby room. "Here's the key." Dan opens the door for her and they both get in.
First thing in the room, Dan starts scanning it and Blair goes to the mirror to get her earrings off. "You have a message." Dan says looking at the answering machine.
"Yes, I do." Blair kind-of answers looking at the machine too.
"Aren't you going to check it?"
"No, I know who it is," Blair answers, "And what he said."
"Ah" So it's a he!"
"Of course he is a he." Blair says, "He's my husband."
"And what does he want?"
"Well, he wants to know how I am." Blair answers, "He wants to know, you know, if I enjoyed myself at the wedding, if it wasn't too awkward, if I remembered to call the wake-up service. He wants to tell me the minutiae of his life and hear mine in return. This is what husbands and wives do, and we do that now, we finally got there in our lives, after all."
"No. He wants' to check on you." Dan tells her. "I know him."
"How do you even know you know him?" Blair says, "Never mind. He doesn't want to check me out. He trusts me. You know what? I'm very reliable."
"Yeah, you never used to be." Dan says, a little bit bitter, remembering how she had left him.
"You know what?" Blair says, trying to divert whatever Dan was remembering, "Suffice is to say that there are many things that I used to be and that I am no longer. And there are also things that I never thought I could be and that I unexpectedly am."
Dan just smiles and looks at her while she takes off her shoes, smiles at him and lies in bed.
"Well…" Dan begins to say.
"Well?"
"Well, I'm here."
"Yes." Blair says, "Here you are."
"What now?"
"I don't know." Blair says smiling, "I wonder what two lonely people in a hotel room do when no one's watching."
"What makes you think that I'm lonely?"
"Your relationship is not serious."
"I'm not lonely." Dan says and then adds, "You're lonely too."
"Everyone's lonely." Blair answers him. "Of course I'm lonely. One day I woke up in a strange country surrounded by strangers."
"You didn't have to go."
"I know."
"Why are you here?"
Blair smiles to herself before answering him, "To fuck you."
"To fuck me?" Dan says smiling too.
"Yes." Blair answers, "And then to go home… if that's all right."
"Fuck me and go home." Dan repeats, "And to be the seventh bridesmaid in my sister Jenny's wedding."
"Yeah and that too." Bair says, "Christ, what would Jenny think? What would anyone think?"
"Jenny, she's a sweet girl. And in regards of everyone," Dan says smiling, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
"I'm a sucker for quoting classical films and you know it." Blair smiles, "You might as well strip now."
"Excuse me?"
"Take your clothes off." Blair says still from the bed.
"Oh yeah?" Dan asks with a grin.
"Yeah, so I can get a good look at you." Blair answers, "I'll like to see what I'm getting into."
"Fine." Dan says taking his shirt and tie off while looking at Blair. She looks at him too, she laughs. "What?" Dan asks her and laughs too, while he takes off his undershirt.
"Oh my god, you're fat!" Blair says laughing in a non-cruel way. "I'm sorry."
"I am not…" Dan says and puts his undershirt again.
"Yeah you are," Blair tells him, "You're far fatter than you used to be."
"And you're far crueler than you used to be."
"I'm sorry," Blair says, "I didn't mean it that way. It was an observation."
"If I was woman," Dan tells her walking towards her, "We wouldn't be having sex right now."
"I'm sorry. Come on," Blair says getting on her knees in the bed to observe him better, "How much have you put on? 15 pounds?"
"10 pounds!" Dan says insulted.
"You see, you're not exactly obese." Dan looks at her in bewilderment, "I wouldn't even call you burly."
"Thank you." Dan says sarcastically.
"I'm sorry," Blair says again,"This was different, I wasn't expecting it. You used to be so thin, almost fragile."
"God, the compliments keep coming." Dan says and gets even closer to her, face to face.
"Yeah, but now," Blair starts looking at him, "Look at it this way, there is a certain grandees to you. Like, the rings on a tree trunk asserting the passage of time, like saying: I have gained the right to fill more space in the universe."
"That's bullshit." And they both laugh.
"I tried," Blair says, "You know I'm not good at words, not like you anyway."
"Olivia keeps trying to get me to diet." Dan tells him sitting next to her in the bed.
"Oh hey," Blair says patting him on the back," Relax tree trunk."
"Oh god" Dan exclaims. "Is that your new nickname to me? Has it replaced cabbage patch?"
"Never, cabbage patch." Blair tells him. "You know, it's funny because I feel like you're a little boy and I'm an older woman."
"We have exactly the same age."
"Yeah but somehow I feel so much older than you." Dan looks at her in the eyes, "Why do you think that is?" she asks him.
Dan doesn't answer her. Or at least not with words. What he does next surprises her, heck; it even surprises him even when they both were expecting it. He kisses her, and it's like, reconnecting. Like all the words they talked to each other until now that night had not reunited them as that kiss was doing right now. But as everything good in life, and everything that lacks oxygen, it had to come to an end. And it did, and it hurted.
They looked at each other. Their noses touch and Blair speaks up first: "God, why are we doing this? 'Cause it didn't help anything before, did it?" Dan just kisses her stomach while she still wears her dress, "And it so not going to help anything now… God, you put that champagne in front of me. I so knew this was going to happen." Dan is looking at her now with a smile, "I looked at that glass and I thought: Fuck, Fuck, and Fuck." Dan laughs at her, "No, it's not funny. I am married to a well respected businessman and I so try to do the right thing but this… there's something about you that sends me in the opposite direction." Blair looks at him, "Is not going to turn out well." She looks away, "There are no happy endings in our future."
Dan exhales hugging her. "I know that."
"Do you?" she asks him while caressing his neck.
"I knew."
"Okay." Blair says and gets out of bed. "Dress off." She walks towards the full body mirror and starts releasing her hair from the required hairstyle Jenny requested. Dan follows her, hugs her, and then sits in a chair next to the mirror and starts taking his shoes off. His socks are next. "Do you need help?" He asks her. Blair nods and he gets up and unzips her dress. Takes it off from her and then explores her body. "What would have you done without me?" Dan asks her.
"Struggle." Blair whispers.
"You might have been stuck on that bridesmaid's dress for the rest of your life." Dan tells her hugging her from behind.
"At least until I've gotten back to London."
"London." Dan whispers. "Should I call you if I'm ever there?"
"No." Blair tells him, "No way." She turns around and gives him a quick kiss on the lips, "You wouldn't recognize me anyway."
They look at each other. Dan is thinking and then, then he caresses her shoulders. He gets on his knees and starts kissing her stomach again, this time she is not wearing the dress anymore.
"I want you to listen to me." Blair tells him.
"After." Dan whispers still kissing her stomach and getting nearer her sensible area at each kiss.
"No, now" Blair insists. "A woman never has a man's intended focus as much as she has it before sex. Come on."
Dan, who is still kissing her stands up abruptly and tells her with short breath, "Speak up, then."
"You can't carry on living like this," Blair tells him looking at him directly in the eyes.
"And?"
"That's it." Blair tells him. "That's all I wanted to say."
"Okay." Dan says holding her hands within his, "Thank you." He says while quickly kissing her.
"You're welcome." And he gets on his knees and starts kissing her body once again. The familiarity is unexpected. Well, not really. He starts getting down once again and gets to her sensible area. He kisses her over her knickers. She quietly moans. He goes down and starts kissing her legs now. He is in between kissing and smelling her, absorbing her aroma, as if trying to remember. He starts taking off her stockings and that is when he sees it. A scar in her left leg.
"Oh," He whispers, "What's this?"
"It's a scar."
"Is it new?"
"Not so new."
"It's new to me."
"Oh, how did you get it?" He asks while kissing the scar softly.
"In my bicycle." Blair answers him. "You know how I told you I lived in Paris before living in London? I lived alone for a while. I wanted to find myself, be independent and well, I naively thought that transporting myself through the city was being independent. What happened was that I was in my my bicycle and I got hit by a car."
"Was it serious?" Dan looked sincerely concerned and he proceeded to kiss her scar again.
"I was in the hospital for six months."
"You could have called me." Dan looks at her, "I would have gone there without hesitating, even, in spite of what happened."
"I know, and I thought of it."
"But you didn't call me."
"I wanted to be alone."
"You come again after a long time, and you come back damaged." Dan jokes.
"I'm sorry." Blair smiles.
"Gosh," Dan tells her, "This whole body," he says hugging her again, "Used to be mine, and it now belongs to someone else."
"It doesn't belong to anybody; it never belonged to anybody but me. It is mine, I just let you borrow it for a while, and it is now borrowed by my husband. But it is mine."
"Yep." Dan tells her, "its like when you drive by your childhood home and you find another family living there."
Blair starts walking towards the bed but Dan stops her, "Whoa! Come here." Blair gets back at him and Dan hugs her legs while saying: "If I told you that I love you, that I've always loved you, that I love you to distraction, would you leave him?"
"No." Blair says sharply and walks towards the opposite side of the room, the bed between them. She gets into the bed and Dan just looks at her, not knowing what to say.
Blair gets under the covers and starts stripping under them, teasing Dan. He smiles, remembering another time when sex between them was uncomplicated and easy. Poetical. He stands up, gets next to the bed and starts stripping. With nothing on he gets under the covers and next to Blair. They look at each other. "What are you thinking?" He asks her.
"That this is probably a mistake."
He exhales, "And what are you thinking now?" She doesn't answer so he continues, "You're not suppose to think about this until at least twenty minutes after we're done."
"What are you thinking?" She asks him.
"I'm thinking about that girl I used to know," He pauses, "lying under a tree…"
"Don't think about her."
"… Reading a book. Why?"
"I can't compete with her."
"You don't have to compete with her."
"Liar."
"We don't have to do this."
"As if the act itself matters."
"It does matter."
"It's a technicality." She exhales, "Don't you know what we've already done?"
They start kissing and this time it is with lust, and passion. Between these two it is always with a hint of passion. Their kisses are now wild and aiming for more. Blair gets on top of him while still kissing him. Dan holds her, hugs her; caresses her breasts and her nipples. She moans and he moans. She traces a road with her digit in Dan's chest until reaching his erection, he kisses her neck, she grabs it in her hand and he moans in her ear. "Blair" he whispers, "Stop teasing." And she stops doing so and positions his erection in her entrance. He enters her. It is now her turn to moan. "Dan," and it was the first time in that night that she calls him by his name, she reserved the use of his name for a very intimate moment and she guesses this was it. "Stop teasing, and move with me." He manages to sit up and she is now on his lap and they move in unison. Slow, then getting velocity, quickly, then slow again. They get their own pace. Dan caresses again her nipples and the sucks the left one while still massaging her right one. She moans and then starts massaging her clitoris, where she ends and he begins. They are both moaning now, loud and clear. And then, they both hit it, get there. Blair first, she starts moaning and shacking uncontrollably and then, so does he. They shout their respective names. And then it was over.
Lying now next to each other, looking at each other, in the aftermath, Dan is the first to talk: "Your skin is different as I remember it. The texture is different."
"What? Rougher?"
"No, not rougher." Dan says while massaging Blair's shoulder. "Just more paper than it used to be."
"You sweat more." Blair tells him. "And you smell."
"Thank you."
"And you're fat." Dan laughs as he hears this. They both laugh.
"Your hair is shorter."
"Yep?" Blair asks.
"I liked it long."
"I bet Olivia has long hair."
"No."
"Bet she does. Show me a photo."
"I don't have one with me."
"Send it to me then."
"I don't know your address."
"If you don't…" Blair begins, "… Have a photo of Olivia with you it means you don't love her."
"I know how she looks like. Why do I need her picture?"
"To show it to other people." Blair says, getting out of bed.
"Where are you going?"
"To the bathroom." She answers him. "Is that right?"
"Can I come?"
"No."
What are you thinking so far of the story? There is a certain road I am thinking but what are your assumptions? How will these two end in your perspective? Like to hear your opinion, even constructive criticism. Until the next update!