Follow Through

Later that night on a lower level of the Empire Hotel . . .

Serena and Nate burst into her hotel room at the Empire locked at the lips. Uncoordinated, they weaved through the furniture until they arrived at the bed. Serena took a step back pulling her top over her head. She sat down on the linens leaning back on her elbows. Nate reached down grasping her hands and lifted her off the bed. Wondering what he had in mind, Serena questioned, "Nate?"

"Come on," Nate said gently. He led the way to the bathroom. Watching her reaction, he slid open the shower door and turned on the water. Serena giggled with all her whimsical joy delighted by his actions. She bit her lip and asked, "Have something in mind?"

"After you," Nate held the door open for her.

"Thank you, Mr. Archibald," Serena smiled practically bubbling over with excitement.

"Anytime, Ms. Van der Woodsen," Nate followed after her. His second foot wasn't even in the stall before Serena had him pressed against the back of the shower attached to his lips. Forcing his body not to give in to his baser instincts, he softened the kiss and moved her under the spray. Once her body glistened being covered in water droplets, he spun her around under the spray. The bathroom suite lit up with peals of her laughter. Suddenly, Nate pressed his body against her back gently taking her hands into his. Turning her body to face the faucet, he rested her hands firmly against the wall. Serena looked over her shoulder trying to follow his new attitude. She wondered, "Nate?"

"Don't move, Serena. Don't move unless I tell you," he replied in an authoritative voice. The husky whisper in her ear sent shivers down her spine. The shivers turned to tingles when his hands glided from her shoulders down her back to cup her bottom.

"You are a goddess," he breathed into her other ear. Pressing his body along her back, she felt him rub his body against her.

"Oh god, Nate," she gulped in anticipation.

Later that night at a loft in Brooklyn . . .

Dan moved up his bed to lie next to Vanessa. He watched her chest move rapidly up and down as she slowly recovered from his wondrous efforts below the belt. His eyes moved up her body until his glaze reached her mouth. The suggestions and confessions that he heard earlier that day rang in his mind as he stared at her mouth. Was it true, or was it some sick joke to amuse the devil roaming the UES?

Curiosity won the war over his conscience. Brushing his mouth over hers, he swept his tongue between her lips. The reaction was immediate. Her tongue instantly began to tangle with his as her hand brushed through his curls. The hand in his hair held his head in place as Vanessa started to grow more aggressive attacking his mouth. A moment later, she pushed him on his back straddling his waist. Dan pulled his head back having grown desperate for air.

"Wow," he breathed seeing her lustful response. He drew his finger down the side of cheek and gently over her bottom lip. Unexpectedly, his finger disappeared between the plump lips that he was just admiring. A deep throaty moan escaped when his finger was released. Again, his lips were voraciously attacked as his entire upper body was pressed into the mattress. His moans were swallowed up by Vanessa's lips as she slowly sunk down onto him.

Dirty little thoughts were swirling around his mind when he remembered the words spoken at the round table in that bar. He could almost swear that a mini-Chuck was sitting on his shoulder whispering dares into his ear. Vanessa shifted up resting her weight onto her heels as she took him at a deeper angle and faster pace. Instinctively, Dan held her securely at the hips. His eyes became fixated on this point. Cautiously, he moved them down cupping her behind. Vanessa's pants became breathy cries. If he was going to do this, he needed to strike soon. Squeezing his eyes shut, Dan allowed a finger to venture into unexplored territory as he gave into the inner evil voice egging him to just do it already.

Even later that night on a lower level of the Empire Hotel . . .

"Oh my god, Nate. That was amazing," Serena mused curling up next to him in bed.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it," Nate wrapped his arm around her shoulders drawing her in closer. He couldn't stop the classic arrogant male smile that graced his face after hearing praise for his sexual prowess.

"You know that was my first time in a shower. It's always has been a secret fantasy of mine," Serena said in a softer voice directing her gaze down their bodies instead of at him.

"Your first time, huh?" Nate responded gently, "I'm glad that I could be your first for something. It makes it a little more special."

Serena looked up at him. She spoke sadly, "I don't have a lot of first times left."

"You did me a great honor by being my first time," Nate replied in all seriousness.

"It wasn't like that at the time," she recalled the mess of the fallout of that encounter.

"Yeah, but without that mess, Blair and I would probably still be in denial. Chuck might be dead, and you would have disappeared," he spoke of the ugly truths that their fateful night brought to life.

Serena ended the discussion with a soft lingering kiss. Her lips quirked when she thought aloud, "You know it's only fair that we live out one of your fantasies since we did mine."

"Sounds like a perfect idea," Nate grinned like a boy on Christmas morning.

"So, what will it be, Archibald? Role-playing? At rendezvous at the park? A tryst on a beach?" Serena gave a dramatic face and motion for each suggestion.

Nate went slightly pink in the face thinking of his dream encounter with Serena. He swallowed his nerves and described his little fantasy, "Remember all those encounters you had in the bathroom at PJ Clarke's."

"Yes, but why . . ." she wondered.

"I always wanted to be the businessman," Nate blurted out.

Even later that night at a loft in Brooklyn . . .

"Dan, that was incredible. I didn't know that you knew how to do all that stuff," Vanessa confessed curled up on his left side.

"Honestly, I didn't," he responded truthfully.

"Could have fooled me," she glazed teasingly into his eyes, "In fact, you did fool me."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Dan puffed his chest with pride, "Are you sure that you were okay with everything?" Unconsciously, he emphasized the last word.

"Hhhmm . . . was I okay with everything?" Vanessa tapped her chin like she was actually contemplating the question, "I think that you're going to have to be more specific."

"I see," Dan grinned rolling them over until he rested comfortably between her legs, "I pretty sure that you liked the first part."

"You mean the part where I was up here, and you were down there," she inquired playfully. Dan shook his head to confirm. She nodded her head, "Yeah, I would say that part went fairly well."

"Fairly well?" Dan asked incredulously.

"Maybe better than fairly well," Vanessa grinned wrapping her arms around his neck, "The second part was definitely wonderful."

"All of it," he asked fearful that he went a little too far.

"Everything single thing," Vanessa encouraged her response by wiggling her hips against his, "Who knew that Dan Humphrey was so adventurous in bed?"

"Really?" Dan said mostly out of shock.

"Absolutely," she responded with a wicked grin, "but my favorite part was that time against the kitchen counter. You took me by surprise in there."

"You were naked and bent over looking for food," Dan excused his actions.

"It was still my favorite part," she smiled, "Dan, tonight was fun. Everything was different. What would you say if we made this a regular thing? You know experimenting every so often."

"Are you free tomorrow?" he asked.

Much much later that night on the top floor of the Empire Hotel . . .

"Bass, stop touching me," Blair shifted away from the hand that caressed her side.

"Come on, Waldrof. One of the things that I admire most about you is your uncanny ability to keep up with me. In scheming and in bed," he purred into her ear.

"Chuck, go to sleep," she whined snuggling deep into her pillow.

"Just one more time," he pleaded in his deepest bedroom voice.

Sitting up with an annoyed and determined expression, Blair glared at him suspiciously, "Bass, what are you planning? We've done it in bed twice, against the wall, in the shower, and bent over your desk. You've been in both orifices and reduced me to a quivering begging mess. What more could you possible want?"

"I haven't been every place, B," Chuck contested outlining her ruby lips.

"Every place you fit," she slapped his hand away, "Spill Bass. I need my beauty rest."

"We haven't done your favorite thing yet," Chuck laid back offering his body to her.

Blair looked him up and down. She turned away and sighed in disgust. The bastard must be putting something in the water at the hotel. She swung her leg over him and situated her body. She ordered, "Make it fast, Bass."

"Yes, madam," he replied in a mock tone. His hands grasped her hips as he rocked slowly and teasingly.

TBC-The Lady's Afternoon Tea is next. BTW, if this is awful, please stop me. I can never tell with my own stuff.