He hung up and was out the door before he was even sure of what he should do. He rushed downstairs, grabbed a cab and thought that once he sat in it, he could think clearly again. But he couldn't. He thought about calling her to ask if he could come over, or to tell her that he was coming over and they were going to talk about it all now. But he didn't. He fiddled his phone round in his hands, unable to keep still. He looked out the window, sure they should be at Blair's by now, but they're weren't even close. He looked at the people on the streets, turned his phone over in his hands with his fingers trembling and tapped his foot restlessly. They hit traffic and Dan decided it was close enough for him to run, so he threw a few notes at the cabbie, not sure what they were and ran away as fast as he could.
He hadn't grabbed a coat, or anything, really. All he had was his phone, his adrenaline and his desire to see her. He didn't notice the rain pouring, or the people he nearly knocked over as he sprinted round a corner. He didn't notice the ache in his right knee that he hurt when he was playing soccer with Nate a few weeks before and twisted it. He didn't notice the strain in his chest, his lungs struggling for breath and all the people looking at him like he must have just stolen something.
He got to Blair's building, wishing he had approached a little more elegantly, but the doorman recognized him and let him pass. He rode the elevator up and found the penthouse empty and dark. He thought about calling out her name, but instead followed the glow coming from her slightly ajar door at the top of the stairs. He was silent, his breathing slowed down considerably, and his footsteps light. He got to her door, pushed it open and stepped inside.
She was sitting at her vanity desk in the silk robe he had seen her in before, she seemed like she had just had a bath. Her room smelt like overpriced bath salts and bubble bath, her legs were bare and glistening, her cheeks with a slight flush like she'd run the water too hot. She was in the process of letting her hair down out of its bun as she turned and saw Dan. Her shock disappeared almost immediately, she pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows and straight away the dreamlike scene that Dan had walked in on was reality again.
"Humphrey, what the hell are you doing here?" She demanded as she stood up to confront him, tightening the sash on her robe as she did so.
Dan asked himself the same question, what was he doing there?
"You can't just come here and walk into my bedroom unannounced!" Blair continued, telling Dan what he was already telling himself.
"I'm sorry." He said quickly, trying to stop her from the tirade he knew was coming. "I was…I don't know what I was thinking. I'll go."
Dan turned, rushing out as eagerly as he had come and Blair quickly followed behind.
"Wait! You can't just...this is…Humphrey!" She whined, as she shadowed him straight to the elevator, he ignored her the whole time and pushed the button to go down.
Blair quickly hit the button on her side to open the doors again before they could fully close.
"You just show up! All wet and dripping all over my hardwood floors that Dorota polished just this morning, sneak into my room like some kind of… perverted ninja-"
"Well, I think that's a little unfair-"
"And then you think you can just leave again with no explanation?"
"Again, very sorry." Dan replied calmly, hitting the button again and watched Blair furrow her brow as the doors started to close on her again. Straight away they opened again.
"You owe me an explanation!" She demanded.
"Why do you even care?" Dan replied, hitting the button again, but Blair still wouldn't let him go.
"Because! Look at you! You look even more homeless than usual, you must have come here for a good reason."
"What could I possibly say to satisfy you right now, Blair?" Dan hit the button a final time, and this time Blair didn't hit the button on her side. This time she smacked her hand onto the door and held it open, stepping into the entryway so that Dan really couldn't leave now.
"I want the truth." She said, calmer now but still just as forceful.
"You really want to know why I came here?" Dan asked, not sure if he was prepared for what he wanted to do next.
"Yes, I do. Just tell-"
With one hand round her waist and the other tangled in her hair he pulled her into the elevator, span her around and kissed her. And she kissed him back, her soft lips covered his dry ones. She stumbled back and rested against the wall, Dan never letting her go for one moment. He pushed his body close to hers, his arm still snaked around her waist, his fingers getting tangled in the sash. She ran her hands through his hair, down the back of his neck and pushed her fingers under his jacket, following the outline of his shoulders and she pushed his off of him. The she started to unbutton his shirt.
This would usually be the time Dan would panic. Which he kind of was, but all the self-doubting voices that lived in the back of his head were muffled by his desperate want of her. Her hair began to stick to his fingers as he cupped her face and really kissed her, his mouth and hers becoming a warm, wet churning of lips and tongues. It was about tasting her, holding her to him, hearing her sigh and the way it vibrated through him, feeling her lean up onto her tip-toes to sustain the kiss, feeling her warm hand settle on his chest and realizing how freezing his skin felt. He breathed in her scent. She'd definitely just had a long, relaxing bath while he'd been battling the forces to get to her. She smelled like a mixture of vanilla and orange.
Then she stopped, it took Dan a moment longer to register the pinging sound and the doors slowly creaking open. They both looked out at the empty reception, feeling the cold sweep in. Then he reached over and hit the up button, turned to Blair to see her smiling. He thought he should say something, ask her what they were doing, if she was okay, but before he could begin to overthink again, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was a slow, light kiss, his hands fell onto her hips as she drew him in. The kiss broke and he leaned his forehead against hers. They both looked down as he kept her in his arms. Dan needed that moment to breathe and take it what was happening. He heard the ping again, then the doors opened and they were back in Blair's penthouse. He hesitated and Blair read his mind, took his hand and led him upstairs.
Dan watched her pace, like a child running downstairs at Christmas. Except she was going upstairs and Dan really didn't see her as childlike right now. He watched her short dressing gown swing over her hips as she pranced ahead of him, he was pretty sure she didn't usually walk like that and was doing it for his benefit. As they stepped into her room she twirled round with that same shy smile she had earlier, and he leapt at her. They collided into her vanity desk, knocking all of her carefully placed cosmetics over, which she swiftly brushed away as Dan lifted her onto it. Dan positioned himself in between her legs as they began to make out again, he placed a hand on her ankle and began to discover her body, one fingerprint at a time. He ran his hand up on firm flesh and came into contact with material, which he was not expecting. He knew the feel, it was lace, of course Blair Waldorf, after a relaxing bath, would put on lingerie. She clutched at the hair beginning to curl at the nape of his neck, then she impatiently grabbed at his shirt that she had already unbuttoned and pushed it down his shoulders. He pulled away from her to help get it off, then both their hands went to her dressing gown, pulling at the sash and ripping it open, he wasn't sure who had actually done it, their hands an awkward but determined mess, and he didn't really care, he didn't want any distance between them again. He wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close to him again, his wet, tingling skin felt good on hers. He trailed kisses down her jaw and spread passionate, wet kisses deep into her neck. He was spurred on by her moans and felt her pulse racing under her skin. He wondered if she could feel the same thing on him as she began to lay kisses across his shoulder, of if she could feel his heart beating against her chest. She bit his earlobe playfully and he responded by pulling her face back to his, kissing her passionately and pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. He heard her giggle. The realization that not only did Blair want him, but that he was making her happy, slowed everything down.
He pulled away slightly and stared down at her, her eyes content but sparkling. Her lips were not stretched into a smile, but he could tell that she wanted to from the way that her cheeks were pulled in. She was happy, slightly nervous and overwhelmed, but happy. And he felt exactly the same. Even though not one word had been said, he and Blair seemed to have an understanding. Everything was a mess, everything was complicated and unfair and them trying anything would make things worse and would probably leave them wishing that they never even tried. But right now, they didn't have to think about that. Right now, all they could do was try to find a way to either prove, or disprove, whether them taking whatever huge steps they might have to for the small chance that they might be happy together would be worth it or not. He kissed her slower again, gently hooking one arm under her thigh and other on the small of her back as he lifted her up.
He gently lay her down on the bed and lingered over her, one hand still on the small of her back and the other clenched in a fist pushing into the mattress as he tried to keep his weight off of her. One of his legs rested between hers leaving his erection digging into her hip. He wanted a moment to get used to being on top of Blair Waldorf, and not have her legs wrapped around his waist or he might just come in his pants right then. He felt his dick aching for friction and had to fight every fiber in his body that ordered him to impale her right there. She moaned and he felt himself jerk with anticipation. Fuck, he really wanted her.
But he still wasn't that sure she would be willing to have sex with him. It all just seemed a little true good to be true. Flashbacks to New Year's surfaced in his mind, and he couldn't help but think that, somehow, all this would be undone. There'd be some kind of heart-breaking twist and he'd be back in that cab waiting for the traffic to clear, or he fell asleep on the couch and everything from Serena calling him had been a dream. Having given her enough time to adjust to the weight of him, he dropped himself onto her a bit more, and he felt her hard nipples through her bra against his chest. It was time that bra came off. He kissed her neck again, trailing down her clavicle, and down to the top of that bra that was probably really sexy, but right now just a pain in the ass. He focused on her right side, his hands roaming over the bra, his thumb pushing into the peak of her nipple that he could make out the shape of through the thin material. He lost patience and pushed the cup down and pulled that dark, pert nipple into his mouth. He spread kisses over her chest, pushing her bra up over her breasts so that he could get to them better. He handled and sucked on the fleshy mounds, eliciting gasps and moans from Blair's lips. He had to get back to them soon, he was missing her lips already. He knew that once he started, he'd never want to stop kissing her. He placed one last gentle kiss on her left breast, which he felt he had slightly neglected at first, then straightened his back so that his lips were back in reach of hers.
She pushed up into him fervently. She must have missed him too. That damn bra was still in the way now, so he pulled her into his body, his hand sliding under her back, finding her bra clasp, undoing it quickly, then swiftly returning to the front of the body to pull the strap down her shoulder. She took care of the other side and discarded the bra and the floor, before she collapsed back holding Dan to her as she did and moaning as the fierce motion pulled his leg that was resting between hers into her crotch. Her hand snaked down his chest, over his stomach and pulled at hus jeans. What she expected to do, just by pulling them, Dan didn't know, but if all she had wanted to do was make him really hard, it had worked and it really wasn't necessary either. He was still kissing her, but he could swear that she was grinning smugly. She reached inside, her small delicate hand forcing space around it, still on the outside of his boxer shorts and she took grip of his dick. She just held it, her thumb rubbing up and down slightly through the cotton material. Dan had the unnerving feeling that she was assessing him, but she seemed pleased. She removed her hand and undid he jeans, then slid her hand back inside, but she slid her hand round his side to his back, then mirrored the action with her other hand and pushed his jeans halfway down his thighs, that being as far as she could go without having to stop kissing him. He was able to shimmy and kick them off the rest of the way.
He wouldn't be able to wait much longer, but at the same time he really wanted this to be good for her. So he decided to explore again, his lips marking the way down her breasts again, planting kisses into the dip between her ribs and down into the valley of her stomach, that when she was lying down flat, sunk in. He continued down, his nose dipping into her belly button as he kissed her flesh right above her panties. He watched her face as her ran a finger along the inside of her panties, asking permission. They felt damp and Dan couldn't help feeling like a smug bastard. He'd deny it to anyone who ever asked, but he was mentally high-fiving Nate.
Her eyelids fluttered as the back of his finger came into contact with her labia and she lay her head back. Permission granted. He kissed her stomach again, before taking hold of each side of her panties and, once she had lifted her hips, sliding them down her long, lean legs. He admired their sculpture and sleekness as he got her panties down to her feet and threw them to the side. He was going to have to fully appreciate her legs at some point too. He slid one hand up the back of her calf, using the other to hold his weight as he crawled up the bed, making her wait. He positioned himself on his knees and lightly took hold of her other knee to, hooking underneath it and pulling it to the side so that her legs were spread wider. He could almost hear her sobbing with anticipation. Although, in hindsight, he would wonder if that was him making those sounds.
He slowly slid his rough, sturdy hands up her thighs as he leant forward. He teased her, tracing circles on the patch of skin by her hip and kissing the inside of her thigh. He felt her leg tense, and her hips lift slightly. So he gave her what she wanted without warning and pushed his tongue onto her clit. She gasped immediately and settled her hips back down onto the mattress. He circled his tongue round her clit, then licked inside of her and replaced the empty space around her clit with his thumb. Her thrust his tongue inside of her, the sweet taste making his tongue tingle, her moaning spurring him on as he pushed in and out, applied a little bit of pressure and then a lot. Her breathing hitched and he looked up to see her chest rising and falling prominently, as every breath she took began to sound like a muffled scream. He continued as her breathing continued to get faster and her hips push up into him. He felt her leg twitch and weighed whether to get her all the way now, or stop and see if they could come together.
He chose to stop. Her body dropped, but didn't relax. Dan pulled himself up over her, feeling the sweat on her body as he crawled up. He moved confidently, but was scared that she was pissed at him for stopping. He got back into position, his waist now between her legs, and only boxer shorts keeping them apart now. His dick was pushing into her pubic mound, and he didn't feel bad about stopping, because however frustrated she felt couldn't compare to how he was feeling. Her breathing was slowing down, but her cheeks were flushed and a few strands of her hair were stuck on her forehead. Dan looked down at her, holding himself over her at a distance. It was one of those pauses again, where he needed a sign from her for what she wanted next. Her hands let go of the fists of pillow they had been holding over her shoulder, and she slid them down his back, to his boxer shorts. She wanted them off. Dan put his weight back on to his shins, kneeling so that she could lean up and push them down over his hips and expose his dick, already dripping with pre cum. She took him in her hand, then Dan watched in astonishment as she leant forward, her hair falling over her face and shielding it from view as she did. Then he felt her take him in her mouth, her hot mouth engulfing the tip of his cock, the soft, wet flesh inside her mouth rolling down his dick as she took him in. She used her tongue to wind circles round his head as her hand stroked his shaft. It felt incredible and Dan really needed to stop. He gently ran his fingers over her hair, down to her should and gently pushed back. As she let him go, he shivered with the cold and her vulnerable eyes looked up at him, with a slightly confused and rejected look.
He leaned forward and kissed her delicately, he wanted to say something, to tell her how much he wanted her, how much he needed her, but no words could ever express his sentiments. But somehow she seemed to understand now, when the kiss broke, she looked into his eyes intently as she slowly lay back down. Dan quickly discarded his boxer shorts and moved to hold himself over again, his hands curled into fists pushing into the mattress either side of her. His arms were locked straight, so they weren't touching at all. He just stared down at her, she seemed scared, not of him, but vulnerable, like he was about to reject her. He couldn't understand that, how could anyone not want her? And he thought he'd made it beyond clear to her just how much he did. Clearly, words would never convince her of that fact. Actions would have to.
He dropped his hips slightly, terrified of the moment that end of his dick would come into contact with her skin and he'd just take off. He needed to do this slowly, in a way that showed her just how cherished she was to him. He dropped his body more, his hips sinking and his dick coming into contact with her first, his stomach resting on her next, then his chest. He positioned himself at her opening and took a deep breath. This was really happening. He went slowly, agonisingly slow. He'd already been inside her, but this was different. She was wet and warm and tight, and simply a perfect fit for him. He continued to push in adjusting to the sensations that were electrocuting through his body. But above all, he was watching her. Just as he always did. She licked her lips, and closed her eyes for a moment as she too adjusted to the feeling, then opened her eyes and connected them to his. He was all the way in, and as he began to pull back again, he adjusted his arms so that he was resting on his forearms now and could get closer to his face.
He thrust back in a bit faster, mesmorized by her reactions to him as she pushed her head back into her pillow and moaned. She clutched at his back, as if she was trying to pull him even more inside her. He began to kiss her as he continued to push in and out of her, the pit of his stomach already feeling heated on the verge of orgasm. He moaned and gasped for air and couldn't kiss her anymore, he buried his face in her neck, then felt her hot breath behind his ear and her teeth scraping over his shoulder. He slid a hand down over her moist body, and forced it under her lower back, pulling her up as he thrust into her and he felt her push up on every impact, the two of them in perfect rhythm. He hooked his arm around her leg and pulled it up so that he could get even deeper.
He lifted his head as her moaning increased so that he could see her when she came, her pouty lips, creased forehead and lazy smile would have been enough to make him come alone, but combined with her contractions and tremors around his dick there was no way he could hold on anymore. With a guttural cry he came while she was still riding hers out. His forehead was pushed into her and their eyes locked. They stayed that way as they recovered. He could feel all the blood flowing through his body, every sensation heightened, his heart on the point of attack. Then came the feeling of weightlessness. And then, the other post-sex euphoria, the not physical kind. The want to hold Blair in his arms and stare down into her eyes forever and feel this way forever kind of feeling, which came with the unpleasant side effect of knowing that this was temporary. Knowing that their moment of unmessiness and being uncomplicated was coming to an end. That their private little space, where all that mattered was how the two of them felt and had no other people in, no impediments or future to consider, that little, safe bubble would have to burst.