A/N: Thanks for the reviews! It's nice to see people appreciate your work so… Let's get it to 30 after this (Joking! Sort of…). :)
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3. Bedazzled
It was November 6. The fall was in full swing, Obama had just been elected president, the lessons were accelerating towards the exams, and Blair Waldorf and Dan Humphrey had succeeded remarkably well in ignoring each other for over two weeks now. The fact that Dan had discovered about her disease hadn't changed much publicly, as everything had gone back to normal within hours after the events.
Currently Dan was being his loner self, sitting at one of the lunch tables by himself with a bundle of Alexander Pope poems. Truth be told, he had been feeling increasingly depressed lately: his hope of getting back together with Serena was lessening as she and Aaron grew closer with each day. That was at the same time the reason he had been distancing himself a bit from her lately…
Serena was Serena. With Blair, you couldn't read from her face when she was happy, or sad or hopeful, if she was having her period or liked a boy; she kept it all inside. Serena was the opposite and had no problem with showing the world how she felt about… anything, so also not about her boyfriend. Not even in front of her ex and it was no secret Dan still loved Serena so he could definitely do without her professions of love to Aaron.
Having read his eleventh poem of the lunch, Dan looked up from the book, his eye falling on a frumpy-looking girl, Jade, who sat by herself with red-cried eyes. His breath briefly staggered in his throat seeing her. He didn't know she'd be back so soon: a week ago her mother had committed suicide, not by putting a sword in her stomach like the ancient Roman but in an equally primitive manner, she had hung herself in her kitchen. Rumor has it Jade found her dangling from a rope that was tied to one of the wooden beams there.
Worst of all was that she never had gad much friends, and the ones she did have didn't even do as much as look at her now. They didn't care, or were too afraid to do so because like Dan himself, she was the type you were ashamed to be seen with: she wore clothes that didn't come from a famous designer, she wasn't a part of the elite and if that wasn't enough, she wasn't all that pretty either, just very plain. Her mother killing herself was yet another reason not to like her: she had a dysfunctional home so she must be out of her mind herself.
Dan didn't really know what came over him when he rose from his seat and walked over to her. "Hey," he greeted the brown-eyed girl. "Do you mind?" he asked pointing to the seat next to her.
She seemed surprised. "No…I… Sit down."
He smiled sympathetically and did as she suggested. "So Mr. Brown… What a bore, right?" he tried to start a light conversation.
"Totally," she nodded.
As Dan was responding to her, two of Blair's minions –Elise and Hazel- passed. "How cute," Elise said with a grin. "Two of Constance's biggest losers bonding."
"What do you want?" Dan asked non-interested.
"Not you," Hazel replied. "Kind of like your mom, right? Didn't she leave you guys for the milkman?"
Elise chuckled. "And hers couldn't even take it with her anymore." They began to laugh and we're planning to leave on that note when Dan grabbed Elise's arm firmly.
"Ouch, let me go you freak," Hazel whined.
"Apologize," he said in a threatening voice as Jade looked on, her eyes popping.
"Or wh-?"
"Apologize!" Dan yelled.
"What's going on here?" Blair's voice suddenly sounded.
"He's molesting her!" Elise said dramatically.
"Your friend was being inappropriate and disrespectful to Jade," he told her as Hazel pulled her arm loose. "About her mother."
For a mere second, Blair looked shocked and disgusted but then regained her steal face. "And we should care about her… Why?" she further asked chuckling. "Come on, Elise. Hazel. Let's not waste our time with these failures. We wouldn't want it to …rub off on us."
Elise and Hazel began walking further but just as Blair was about to too, Dan simply said: "I had expected more from you, Waldorf." He paused. "I'm disappointed."
She shrugged seemingly unfazed. "Why should I give a rat's ass about what you think of me?"
After a moment of silence, he softly shook his head. Half in disbelief, half expecting this. "You're right. You shouldn't. You have absolutely no reason." He turned away from her. "Bye Blair."
Jade briefly made eye contact with Blair before the girl –scared that the 'Queen B' might give her a snappy remark for this- quickly broke it again. Blair couldn't deny it tugged her heart. She didn't want it too and she had no interest whatsoever in this girl…. But you'd have to be quite monstrous to not care when you manage to make a girl who hit rock bottom because of what must be the biggest tragedy of her life, even unhappier. Blair briefly furrowed her brows. "I am-"
"Blair?" Elise called her name urging. "Are you coming?"
She stared Dan in the eyes and was shocked at the contempt and disgust in them, especially after what he had seen from her, after finding out she wasn't just shallowness in carnation. Knowing that someone who knew her like he did now could still look at her in that way shook her deeply. On the other hand, she felt surprised he had expected more from her. He, Dan Humphrey, had expected more from her, Blair Waldorf, than cruelty.
"Go on, Waldorf. Your… friend is calling you."
She looked at him for another couple of seconds and then turned her head, walking along with her servants. After Dan had left her house that morning and a couple of hours later Dorota had come back, together with the feeling she had somebody to love her unconditionally, she had quite successfully kept her urge to pig out and then get rid of her stomach content, under control. Today, however, for the first time since that Tuesday, she felt that control slipping away and could only pray that her will power wouldn't be broken between this and the hour she'd go to bed.
x
A bit after four, Dan exited the school and walked to the closest coffee bar to get his favorite cappuccino. Five minutes later, he walked away with a cardboard cup in his hand and decided to take a stroll along the East River to clear his head. At a certain point he stopped his tread and leaned over the iron bar separating the pavement from the river. As he did so, he reflected a bit on his life, which had been quite hectic lately with Serena, Jenny, Yale and now Blair; he felt like he was losing control and didn't know how to gain it back. It was like he kept falling short as a boyfriend, brother and simply as a person.
"Humphrey," he suddenly heard.
He looked over his shoulder and saw Blair standing behind him. Her Fendi bag was dangling from her arm as she looked at him with her doe-eyed yet emotionless face.
"Go away, Blair," he deadpanned. "I know this is your territory and that I should spread my poverty-, failure- and loser bacteria in Brooklyn, OK? I got the message by now."
"-"
"Great," he cut her off. "Now that we've got that out of the way, you can go. I'm not in the mood."
"But I-"
"I said I'm not interested!" With his elbows still leaning on the bar, he briefly raised his hand.
She took a few steps forward aggravated. She probably wouldn't do this if she hadn't accidentally seen him, but now that she had, she wanted to tell him she didn't agree with Hazel and Elise. For some unexplainable reason she wanted him to know she wasn't a monster. Just that, of course, nothing more. "Don't judge me on my friends, you…judgmental judger!"
He let out a mirth laugh. "Learn to choose your battles. I have every right to judge here."
"-"
"Cancel my subscription, Waldorf. I'm OVER your issues."
"Humphrey!" she groaned loudly. She wasn't used to being interrupted every five seconds, and especially not by someone she considered beneath her.
"No, you know what, Blair? I want you to leave me alone. Just completely. I won't talk more profoundly about this because I know your life isn't the easiest but… I really don't like you, and you manage to make me feel like shit time and time again. You manage to make everyone-"
"I feel sorry for that girl too!" she yelled.
He lifted his eyes to the sky and bit his bottom lip incredulously.
"I did!" she enforced her statement. "But how can I show it? Why should I show it? To make you happy?" she questioned. "No, thanks."
"How-" He shook his head in disbelief. "No…" Dan then told himself.
"What?"
"I'm not bothering with you."
She curled her hands to fists. The feeling coursing through her veins now was similar to what she felt with Serena at the Yale party. It was a sense of powerlessness and despair. "I'm Blair!" she cried, as if that'd make any difference. "I'm Blair Waldorf and you're just Dan Humphrey."
"Oh…" Dan nodded without looking at her. "And I'm one of the many who's beneath you right? I can't imagine how low you must think of the human race to think so many of it aren't worthy of you."
This was too much for Blair: too many insults and too sharp. She wished he wasn't a writer so that he wouldn't be able to come up with these kinds of things, so that it'd be easier for her to drill him into the ground with putdowns. He was pretty much her equal when it came to that and she couldn't stand it. She was boiling with frustration.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Dan felt a sharp pain and almost fell forward, in the river. He turned around at once, in great disbelief. "Did you… Just kick me in the ass?" he asked angered.
Blair looked down at her feet ashamed, but couldn't suppress a smile.
"I cannot believe you kicked me in the ass!!"
She looked back up. "Well… You deserved it! You didn't even hear me out!"
"Because I DON'T WANT TO!" he yelled.
"I KNOW."
Then they fell into a silence.
"Why did you come up to me, Blair?" Dan finally asked.
Blair looked away. "Chuck is sleeping around again and I'm feeling, y-"
"Oh…Oh…" he let out in a sigh. "Not this again."
"Fine, whatever," she said in staccato. Tears were forming in her eyes, she just couldn't help it: her feelings for Chuck were still strong and the fact that he got sexually aroused by other girls again squeezed her heart.
As she turned around, Dan couldn't suppress his compassion any longer. "No. Blair…" he stopped her, taking her hand.
"What?" she asked.
"Why don't you…" he began, but had trouble getting the words over his lips. "Tell me about Chuck?"
"You don't care."
"For some reason, I do. Just a tiny bit though."
She nodded. "OK." It's not that she wanted to share all her problems with Dan, but ever since she had cut herself loose from Serena, she didn't have anyone to talk to anymore and bottling everything up was beginning to way heavy on her. That wasn't the only reason she was telling Dan, a voice inside of her was also saying she could trust him not to tell a thing. Dan soothed her. God knows he had a billion flaws, but the goodness inside of him negated the reasons not to confide in him.
"I need to be heading back to Brooklyn though. I promised my dad to be back home as soon as possible, every day. You never know Jenny might call." He smiled softly but then visibly struggling with his emotions, broke eye contact with Blair.
"She's still not home?"
"No," Dan responded frowning. "And my dad, he's never home now. He's always looking for her and then crashing somewhere with a friend or in a cheap motel when he again hasn't found her after a night of searching."
"That's… fucked up."
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry."
"Me too."
She lifted her arm hesitantly and then softly placed her hand on his shoulder. Dan slowly turned his head almost in shock and Blair quickly pulled back. "I'm hailing a cab."
"You do that," he quickly responded.
"OK."
"OK."
x
"Here you are." Dan handed her a cup of coffee.
"I hope you ground the beans yourself," she said, smiling faintly.
Dan acted like he was perplexed. "Did Blair Waldorf just make a joke?"
"I can be funny," Blair replied raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you do come across as a real jokester."
Her face suddenly grew serious. "Dan, I do mean it about that girl. I mean, no, I don't like her and yes, she could use an extreme make-over but no one deserves what happened to her. I… Don't know what's wrong with Elise and Hazel."
"They're following your example, Blair."
"I would never make fun of something like that!"
"You made fun of the Serena and Pete situation."
"Serena takes everything from me!" she cried. "Do you still not get it? We've been OVER this, twice! Don't you listen to me? Am I talking to a fucking wall?"
Dan buried his face in his hands. "You're too intense for me, Waldorf."
She moved from her seat to sit next to him in the couch. "And don't you feel it yourself?"
"What… are you talking about?"
"All the times you judged her… When you do it with me, you mean it but when you do it with her… You just felt less, didn't you? You wanted to be more like her to have more security in your relationship."
"Look, I loved Serena, I still do. I'm not going to talk trash about her."
"I'm not asking you too!"
"Then what?"
"I'm asking you to GET me."
"Like Chuck?"
"Well…Yes!"
"I'm not Chuck," Dan replied. "I'm Dan. You don't like me, I don't like you, and we're nothing like each other," he reminded her. "The only reason we're in … this situation is because we chase everyone away who loves us."
"Doesn't matter; you can't tell me you don't feel inferior."
"OK, maybe I do, Blair."
"-"
"Because of people like you. Not because of Serena."
"You're not perfect yourself," she said with a look of contempt.
"And you make that very clear each time you see me."
"You do the same with me."
He sighed. "This is leading nowhere, as many of our discussions do. I'm going to watch some TV."
She looked away. "Well, can I still stay?"
"WHY?" he asked loud and annoyed.
"BECAUSE MY MOM ISN'T HOME AGAIN," she responded equally loud and annoyed.
He rolled his eyes. "Dorota?"
"She reads the bible to me ever since she found the pill in my nightstand."
"Blair… One, I did not need to know that and two, you can use a goddamn bible."
"….Please?"
He raised his eyes and hands to the sky. "Why, God, why?"
"Look," she then began firmly. "A Humphrey is not going to make me beg so you better give in now or I shall be scorned. And there's nothing like-"
"OK!" Dan leaned back feeling mentally tired: this girl exhausted him. "Jesus Christ."
"No, thank you."
He looked to his side as Blair grabbed the remote out of his hands. "What the hell, Blair? I was going to watch Robot Wars!"
"You watched TV at my house," she remembered him. "Now it's my turn."
"But-"
"And what's for dinner?"
x
"You know that film got lousy reviews," Dan pointed out for the twentieth time. It was completely dark by now, except for the dimmed light in the room, and they were completely buried under a red fleece on the couch.
"It has a shirtless Leonardo DiCaprio, that's enough for me."
"-"
"Can you shut your trap for five minutes, please? You're ruining the perfection of a shirtless Leo."
Dan gave her an offended look before doing as she asked. Five minutes later, Tilda Swinton and Leonardo DiCaprio were doing it in a tent. Though you could only see their silhouettes moving it was a very steamy scene and it made Dan feel extremely uncomfortable. Blair on the other hand was melting. "My itch…" she pouted.
Dan turned his head at her. "Still?"
"Still," she nodded.
"Do you never…"
"All the time," she responded. "Actually so much just thinking about normal sex isn't enough," she admitted. "I…actually sometimes imagine I'm tied to a tree by some kind of gangster," she told him. "I'm blindfolded and he just leaves me there, tied up, for a while…" She shortly paused. "…And then suddenly he comes back and you know... Takes me."
Dan gazed at her shocked. "And you… don't know him?"
"No, he's a stranger…" She paused. "I've never told this to anyone before." She stared in his eyes sternly. "If you ever open your mouth about this, I will kill...What?" She scanned Dan's face confused when he suddenly bowed over her and kissed her like someone who hadn't had sex in quite a while. Like her. She tried to resist at first but soon, she opened her mouth slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue in to stroke hers. In return he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, making her moan as he did so.
It was different from Chuck. Dan felt straighter to the point whereas Chuck saw things more gradually. When they had sex, he had had enough already. Enough girls. Enough patience. He hadn't immediately wanted to rip her clothes. Dan, she felt, did need that now. To pull a girl's clothes off and do her.
When they finally broke apart he gazed at her like a deer in headlights. "Huh… I-I-I… Don't… You…Fantasy… What-"
"Stop stuttering," she breathed. "It's not hot." She pulled his face down to crash his lips against her mouth.
"We can't," he argued. "You love Chuck… I love Serena… We hate each other."
"I don't care." She sat up and quickly removed her top and skirt, leaving her in her red-laced underwear. "I'm so itchy," she said in a voice of desperation.
All rationality fled Dan's brain as she crawled on top of him. He wrapped his arm around her upper body and moved so that she was straddling his waist. Then he just stared up at her for a couple of seconds, doing absolutely nothing.
Blair looked away, feeling incredibly self-conscious. He had had Serena. Was he comparing her body to hers, she couldn't help but wonder. Out of fear of being rejected, Blair tried to pull away from his grip. He noticed and even in this position couldn't help but be puzzled by her. She made his brain work so hard to understand her and even then, it sometimes didn't manage. 'Blair', he then just whispered almost inaudibly. It was simple, but it did what it had to do: she relaxed.
She smiled softly. "Get on with it."
He pulled her face to his and kissed her again as his hand reached behind and undid her bra. "God, Blair…" were the only words leaving his lips as he now moved his mouth to her neck, softly kissing her skin. She closed her eyes and grabbed his head as she pushed his face deeper into her nape, moaning when he found that sensitive spot behind her ear and sucked it without hesitation.
"Dan…" she then sighed and suddenly pulled his face back. "Take your clothes off."
He did as she asked. She looked up at him, her mouth slightly open in awe. His body was to die for. Though Chuck was her perfect match and Nate she had once seen as the love of her life, neither of them was built the way Dan was: broad chest, firm shoulders and muscled arms. He was the most athletically built guy she'd be with. It made her even hornier than she already was, and she wanted him to lick her up and down this very moment.
He slightly grinned at her. It was true he couldn't quite read Blair like Chuck could and she was one hell of a learning process from him –literally and figuratively- but that look was pretty damn obvious. Blair Waldorf was impressed with his physique. Without waiting further, he laid her down. Covering her body with his, he pressed his lips against her neck before slowly making his way down from her neck to her breasts, kissing and sucking her nipples as her moans and sighs grew louder. Without letting his lips leave her chest, he slid his hand down into her panties.
"Please…" she whined when he didn't immediately touch her the way she wanted it.
"What do you want, Waldorf?"
She impatiently bucked herself against his hand. Feeling her wetness he groaned himself and connected their lips again. If he hadn't been hard already, he was now. Finally giving her what she wanted, he slid two fingers inside of her and used his thumb to massage her clit. She writhed beneath him, taken over by pure lust.
Suddenly Dan removed his hand, only replace his fingers with his tongue. Briefly looking up at her, he saw a flicker of surprise in her eyes, despite the fact that her pupils were very wide. "This is wrong on so many levels… Let's at least make it worth it," he said before delving his tongue inside of her again.
Blair felt herself drowning in pleasure. It had been so fucking long since she had been touched like this and she couldn't get enough. Dan tried to keep her hips as still as possible as he continued to give her body exactly what it needed.
"Again," she suddenly breathed.
He repeated what he had done and now circled her clit with his tongue over and over, thrusting his fingers inside of her at a quick pace. Suddenly her body completely tensed up as she flew over the edge, screaming as she did so. She breathed in and out deeply as Dan's face reappeared to her again. "Now I understand why Serena put up with you so long," she said in a blissful voice.
"You've never had less right to insult me," he whispered in her ear. "My fingers are almost broken."
She grinned widely. "You're so arrog-" But her grin was wiped of her face at once when he entered her, filling her like she had wanted for months now. For a second, it hurt. After all it had been five months now since she had been with someone and Dan was definitely the most…endowed guy she had had up until now.
"Are you OK?" he asked her in a whisper.
"Just give me a minute."
"Blair…" He kissed her neck, her collarbone, her chest as she adjusted to him, and then began to move slowly.
"God…" she breathed.
Her eyes almost rolled in the back of her head as their hips began to meet each other more intensely with each thrust. Suddenly he flipped them over so that she was on top. She leaned back and let all her sexual frustration loose on him, riding him hard. She didn't even know she could go so fast. Knowing that it wouldn't take much longer like this, Dan sat up and took her with him, lowering his mouth to her breasts, kissing them passionately. "I'm almost there…" she said.
He reached his hand between them and began circling her clit at the same pace of their movements together. Only seconds later, Blair came for the second time that night, and hard. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and leaned her head in his neck as she completely fell apart, her body shaking in pleasure. His body in return shivered in ecstasy as he came inside of her.
Then she just rolled off him and spread her arms wide with a big smile on her face. "Scratched," she let out pleased as her breathing recovered.
Dan, in the meanwhile, just kept staring at the ceiling, looking like he had just fucked the devil and his body would dissolve any minute now. Blair stared up at him amused. "There's no going back now…" she whispered between her teeth.
He looked at his side with bug-eyes as she burst out into laugher. "B-B-Blair," he stuttered. "This isn't funny."
"It certainly wasn't," she confirmed happily. "Who would've thought?"
"Djee, thanks…"
"We should do it again," she ignored his offended voice.
"WHAT?"
"I mean it. We're both single, we're both miserable… The sex isn't…"
"What about Serena?"
"She's probably banging Aaron right now, Humphrey," she said bluntly and without giving a rat's ass how he'd feel with this statement. "And you two are broken up."
"-"
"You're just one of the many for her, when will you get that?" she asked. "I've known her forever and with each boyfriend she thinks he's the One. With you she did too. Now she does with Aaron. She's not me or the other way around and you're not Nate. There are basically no emotions involved here."
"You just want to be scratched," he said pointing at her. "Upper East Side Princess, my ass. You're a cruel nymphomaniac!"
"Like you were doing it against your will; I saw your little horny eyes, lonely boy."
"I do not have little horny eyes."
"You did when your head was between my legs."
"Oh my God…" he palmed his face embarrassed.
"God has nothing to do with this Humphrey," she smiled and let her hand slide down his abdomen, between his legs and cupped him. "And you really have nothing to be ashamed of."
He grabbed her hand and put it on her own body. "Down, girl." Instead, Blair quickly wrapped on of her legs around him, pushing her body against his. "How can you so openly talk about sex?" he asked non-understanding.
"Why can't you? Normally boys are experts at talking dirty," she told him as she now firmly wrapped her hand around his chin and pulled it her way. "You, Humphrey, are a freak."
"So what?" he asked trying his very best to not look completely aroused by this naked girl pressed against him, though his body wasn't following his brain. "You want to keep doing this?"
She grabbed his head once again, this time with both hands and looked him in the eyes. "It'd be brilliant. I love sex. However, I can't be in a normal relationship, which has been made clear to me many times." She paused. "Here's where the brilliant part comes in: I cannot stand you but in bed you're totally different from… the you that makes me want to kill a bitch. It's satisfying."
"…"
"You don't like me either, do you?"
He furrowed his brows.
"Say what you think of me."
"I don't wish you any of the problems you have, but at the end of the day, you're still a bitch and I'll still remember all those times you put me down," he told her. "The main emotions you evoke with me are annoyance and anger."
"So…" she concluded. "There's no danger of falling in love. We just have sex and that's it." She paused. "I'm going to the bathroom and when I come back…"
"…?" Dan couldn't believe what had just happened and what she was proposing. It left him in shock. With his eyes fixated on the ceiling, he thought about her words.
"So…?" he then heard.
The view of the ceiling was replaced with Blair. As he looked up at her naked body, the positive sides of this possible deals outweighed the negative ones by a mile. "OK," he agreed, though it did feel a bit like a pact with Lucifer. "We have a deal. But one no one can ever know of. Especially not Serena."
"Or Chuck," Blair said in an agreeing tone.
"OK."
Blair, who had in the meanwhile noticed he was ready for another round, decided to literally jump on him. "And…ACTION!" she yelled as she landed on his waist, straddling him.
Dan gasped completely taken aback. "Action?" he squeezed out his throat. "You can't jump on a guy, yell 'action' and expect him to think that's sexy." He looked between his legs. "Look, you made it sad."
Blair crawled off him and pouted. "I'll fix it."
"Blair…" he gasped when she went to work on him. Within seconds he had forgotten all about her acrobatic moves. As about twenty minutes later, they were both panting next to each other again, Dan couldn't help but think that maybe a pact with the devil didn't always have to be a bad thing. Especially not when it felt like this.
Suddenly he looked at his side, at Blair and smiled a tad goofily.
She frowned. "What…Again?"
He nodded. "Again."
xxxxxx
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