Chapter Twelve- A Day of Perfection
[Dan's P.O.V]
Aw, the morning. Some people attribute the morning to wonderful, but the morning for a college student is yet another day you have to sit through a boring ass class. Luckily for myself I don't have class to worry about today, but I do have my meeting with Perry to sweat about…that should be fun. Looking down at the naked body beside me, I'm realizing that I'm naked as well…could it be we're naked together. That's a little wacky sense of humor for you, I know my sense of humor is as dry as can be I'm telling myself as I rub my eyes trying to get a clear vision. Taking yet another glance at Blair, I can't help but have that stupid John Mayer song in my head…you know the one where it sounds like mice prancing in the opening when really it's the guitar strings being plucked for musical pleasure, as you can tell I'm not much of a musician but I've got this keen sound thing going on in my ear when it comes to guitars. Anyways, I keep hearing the song about the body and how he's all into her body, I think he basically wants to have sex and him admiring is making the girl think he's in awe of her. But once again, back to the subject at hand, I'm really beginning to think the song makes sense when I look at her naked frame. I'm becoming a fan of her body the more and more I get to experience it, her body is becoming my kryptonite and I like how it feels when I get to know all the dirty secrets of it that its done its best to conceal all the while she lays sound asleep. Taking my hand I begin to trace the outline of her side to where she begins to stir in her sleep but she eventually goes back to sleep. Leaning in, I push back her hair and begin to kiss the nape of her neck as if I'm trying to find honey. It was still a mind trip to hear her say that she was my girlfriend, and I was her boyfriend…well we were secretly each others boyfriend and girlfriend, but at this point I just found myself in awe.
She began to let out slight moans as she ran her fingers through my hair, which let me know she didn't want me to stop even though she was fully asleep. Taking my hand, I pulled her mouth towards mine as I captured her lips with mine. It was pure and simple what my intentions were, I wanted to invade every aspect of space that she had just to fulfill my curiosity. Biting down on my lip, I managed to capture her lips once more so that I could deepen the kiss as my hand slid down her side and worked their way inward. I wasted no time in doing what I had set out to do as she pulled away from my lips to throw her head back against the pillow while her hands gripped the headboard. It took me a while to figure out what she liked and didn't liked, regardless I was going to have my way with her, but it just felt like anything I had in mind she was game for… you know the reasonable stuff of course. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, I kept doing those motions and I could hear her moans intensify as she coming close to her climax. Leaning in further so that I could put my full efforts into the motions…in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out…I just kept doing as her cries of pleasure nearly caused me to hit a high as I rested my head on her chest still continuing my assault on her. Gripping on as tight as she could, her thighs began to feel like they were going into a seizure as she had erupted.
Laying on top of her, I placed my hand underneath her head as I continued on with my exploration of her mouth. There were a variety of kisses that I could have tried but my main focus was to figure out her taste. It was literally driving me insane, I deepened the kiss, nipped at her bottom lip…every little thing I did and for the life of me I just couldn't figure out her taste all while I could hear her moan at the passion that was on full display. Breaking away from her lips, I lead a trail of kiss from her neck all the way down to her naval until I just realized the only way to get the full on taste of what she was. Now fully awake after the actions we had partook in, she lifted her head up to see if I was really going to go there…I could very well be the death of her, I know she's thinking that. It was as if it were ice cream to me where I just wanted to lick and taste every thing that was on the plate to appease my own satisfaction as she once again was praying that I wouldn't be her cause of death. Running her fingers through my hair, I could tell the sensation was more incredible than she had anticipated as her moans seemed louder than before.
My face lay burrowed away in the crook of her neck as I thrusted in and out of her, with each thrust the sensation grew more and more pleasurable. Bringing my hand down I lifted her leg up slightly so that it would allow me to go deeper and it made all the difference for the both of us. I could only imagine the scars I had on my back because she was no longer the doe eyed girl with the manners of a nun, she was as verbal with her pleasure as the average porn star was. Pulling my head up I captured her lips once again as I needed to be reminded that this wasn't just us having sex but it just felt like more by the simple touches we gave each other as opposed to us directing the other to ensure satisfaction. Once again I place my face in the crook of her neck as I quickened my pace knowing that we were both getting near. With one hand holding up her leg and the other grabbing ahold of the back board, I began to thrust harder and harder making each thrust count towards the big eruption. Man, I really feel sorry for the headboard because as much as we were feeling the highs of our moments in the his bed, the headboard has had to deal with some rough treatment. Pounding deeper and deeper I soon began to hear the bed creak in melodic rhythm as I couldn't help but let a cry of pleasure. Leaning up she captured my lips as now I found myself multi-tasking of kissing her and finishing up what felt like a marathons worth of sex. Breaking away from the kiss, she lay her head back on the pillow with her eyes clenched tight as the pleasure was becoming too much for the both of us but for the life of us we both just kept going. Quickening my pace, I couldn't hold out my cries anymore as it was coming closer and closer…and finally. We both took a moment to recover our breathing to a steady pace, but as I tried to find a steady heart rate I couldn't help but be in awe of her once again. Letting go of my grip on the head board, I lay back down on top of her and begin to kiss her sweetly and gently. I'm pretty sure we broke one of her rules but at this point I don't think she even cares.
[Blair's P.O.V]
To say that this morning was uneventful would be a lie and then some because by now I'm glad that he doesn't have a lot of neighbors because after this morning we would have been kicked out. Something feels a bit different now when we have sex, it just feels like its more from the way he touches me and how he even kisses me. It crazy, but I feel like he kisses me with the intention of preserving me…like he's cherishing me without me even knowing it. With Chuck it was always the same type of kiss that just showed lust and hornieness, which was satisfying to me then because lets face it I was sexually frustrated even though it had been some time that I had lost my v-card. With Dan it was like he had a whole range of kisses that I was discovering, kisses that let me know how he felt without having to ask. At times when I tried to decode his kiss I just found myself blushing because it was like it was our sacred thing…our little language. Serena had always told me that Dan was a great kisser, and amazing in bed but experiencing it for myself I think his kisses are electrifying, and his bedroom skills were transcendent to point where it was beginning to feel like an out of body experience. Being torn away from my thought from the beeping sound of the coffee machine, I walk over to pour myself a cup of coffee just as Dan comes out still dressed in his pajama pants.
"Aren't you suppose to be getting ready for your meeting with Perry?" I asked him
"He left me a message saying he had to take a last minute trip to Paris, but to meet him next week" Dan told me as he made his way inside of the kitchen. Grabbing the milk and cinnamon out of the fridge, I handed them over to him as he without even thinking just made my coffee like it was second nature to him "I just hope I can get the days off from school next week, and work…I'm going to have to take a few more shifts" he said as if he were making mental notes to himself
"Dan Humphrey in a regular suit and tie type of job, this should be thrilling" I smiled
"I'm glad you do because I have to update my so called suit and ties, but I might have to do over time just to do that. I just hope that I can get the day off to do the meeting with Perry" Dan told me
"You should just quit. You have a new job working with Perry so it makes no sense to clear tables and organize crates" I told him "You've officially moved up to bigger and better things" I then told him as he handed me my coffee and I wasted no time in drinking it
"Yeah, well its no wonder I didn't hear the phone after how vocal you were this morning" Dan said as he leaned in to kiss my neck
"Me? You were just as bad" I replied
"This morning was good, it was amazing actually" Dan smiled as he cornered me between his arms
"It was all right" I teased
"Yeah, whatever" Dan laughed as he walked into the living room while I followed behind him "What do you have to do today?" he asked as he took a seat on the sofa
"Epperly called and said that the office is closed because a virus threw the network off and we wouldn't be able to get anything accomplished today, so I'm officially off from work and I don't have class today" I replied proudly "Why? What do you have in mind?" I asked as I took a seat beside him
"Movies and pizza" Dan proposed
"Are you serious?" I asked him with a slight smile on my face to see if he was serious
"Yes, its cold outside and it warm in here or at least we could get each other warm in here in a variety of ways" Dan smiled "Pizza and movies, that's so us" he said trying to sell me on it
"What movies? I'm not watching that misogynist crap you had on the other night…I swore I would become a feminist if I had to suffer through another Chuck Berry movie" I replied
"Feminist, oh please" Dan laughed "This from the girl who detest the girls in her feminism class due to their strong feminist point of view" he said
"I said you almost made me become a feminist. Look, I'm all for equal treatment but I don't want to scream unfair every time…the world is a crappy place and that's for all" I said
"I can't believe your saying this right now. I'm completely baffled by this" Dan laughed as I just hit him on the arm
"What movies Humphrey?" I asked wanting to know what movies I had to look forward to today but first I wanted to yank his chain
"Whaddya hear? Whaddya say?" Dan recited to me but all I could do was laugh at his attempt to sell that movie with that quote
"Really? Angels with Dirty Faces. Yeah, try another route" I laughed
"This fit's the moment" Dan laughed to himself as he laid back on the sofa "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!" he recited as I put my cup of coffee down
"Aww, I like that choice" I smiled feeling a certain soft spot for the movie quote he had just recited to me "Gone with the Wind is a must for a day like this" I said
"I figured you'd go for the cliché chick flick" Dan said "What about me?" he asked
"The tragic life of Dan Humphrey" I joked as he just pulled me down on top of him
"Ha, ha, ha" Dan said to me as I propped myself up on his chest "Which one for me?" he asked as ran his fingers through my hair while I contemplated
"It's a hard world for little things" I recited to him
"The night of the Hunter" Dan replied excitedly "I do like that movie. That was a good choice" he praised
"Your too easy, I can tell your type of movie easily" I replied
"So Angels with…" Dan said trying to sneak it in
"I didn't agree on that. Your horrible at trying to sneak in a movie" I laughed "No, I wanted Gone with the Wind" I then declared
"Fine, you'll get your Gone with the Wind" Dan said as he tucked away a strand from my face before he leaned forward to kiss me "But if there was anyway that I could persuade you to consider…" he tried to ask when he broke the kiss
"Not a chance" I laughed before I pulled him into another kiss
After much debate over our movie selections and many, many movie quotes that grew to be our very own blast to the past, we had finally made our final choices on the movie and on the pizza. I never would thought that I would find pizza and a movie the highlight of a day for me, but the more time I come to spend with Humphrey the more I realize that the simple things are just as fun as the expensive over the top things I've had the pleasure to endure. Once the pizza came we wasted no time in eating while we looked on at my choice movie, Gone with the Wind. During the movie I kept looking over at Humphrey to see if he was really paying attention or was he just watching, yeah its weird but he does this thing where when he's really into a movie he'll have this glow in his face and if he's just watching a movie, he'll just massage his head about six times throughout the movie as if he's trying to push the headache away. But this one, he was actually engaged in, the glow was beyond evident on his face that you would have thought he was pregnant or something. Leaning over, I rested my head on his shoulder and like it was second nature, he wrapped his arms around me and held me like I was his favorite teddy bear.
[Dan's P.O.V]
Gone with the Wind. I have to say that she picked another great one that I will probably want to sneak and watch during class on my lap top. Was it a movie that I would have chose from the beginning, no, but it was a movie that she liked. Movies was our thing, it just was from the start of this friendship slash quirky relationship that we had going on, but I love the fact that we can nearly talk for hours about the classics and feel like we've finally found someone that we connect with. Serena would always watch the movies but she never understood them or the depth they had to cinema in general. Maybe I was thinking to highly of this stuff, but its been fun hanging out. Looking on at Blair, I can't help but keep staring at Blair and just wanting to kiss her all the time because there is just something about her that I can't resist. Sitting in my work room, we both sipped on a glass of wine.
"How many books do you have in here?" Blair asked as she looked on at the whole scenery of the books
"I have too many to count" I replied before I took a sip of my wine
"Did you read all of these books?" Blair asked
"Yes. I read all of these books. I know all these books. I know all of these characters. These books made me want to be a writer" I told her
"Books chose your career choice? Who'd ever thought you'd live such a poetic life" Blair teased "Here I thought that it was Serena Van der Woodsen that made you a writer" she said as she took a sip of her wine
"Serena gave me something to write about, but as you can see…I've lost that inspiration" I said as I turned to look at her
"Oh, God. Humphrey, your into the melodramatic. I get that Serena was the inspiration, hell, Serena was the inspiration for all of us but sooner or later we all realized that behind the blonde beautiful hair lay a normal person" Blair said
"Boy meets girl. It's the story everyone loves to hear, it's the story that most people relate to" I told her
"Yes, and then they realize that life is screwed up. Life is…its not something that is routine" Blair replied "Is she the reason you don't write?" she asked as silence grew between us "All this time we spent trying to figure out my failures in the relationship with Chuck Bass but I forgot about your relationship" she told me
"Because you were with Chuck Bass, that in itself would have put you in a mental institution after everything you had to endure with him" I laughed to myself
"Okay, so I've got my torturous relationship but I've also got my job. My job that is helping me realize what I want in life, what I deserve…and I'm actually good at it" Blair said "Are you good at writing?" she asked me
"I really can't say. I mean of course I'll have a skewed point of view of my own work because I'm the author of it. I don't know if I'm a good writer" I told her "My relationship with my father is screwed up due to the fact that I want to be a writer, and I don't even know if I'm a good writer…I don't know and that's what scares me" I tell her
"So now that you and Serena have broken up, your singing your swan song?" Blair asked
"Why do you keep bringing Serena up? I mean I'm clearly aware of the fact that she was a strong force in my life…but I'm not defined by Serena" I replied
"Because…you act like she made you a writer. Serena was your inspiration, well your inspiration is gone. Now what?" Blair asked as she took a moment to read my eyes "I've read your work Humphrey, and you're a good writer…you might even be great if you stop letting Serena be your crutch" she told me
"Great would be a bit of an exaggeration" I laughed to myself
"Great is the only word I will give you, its not being taken back" Blair smiled at me "You should want to be great just for your own sake" she said as she caressed my face
"I got the job with Perry. That's got to count for something" I whispered to her
"Yeah, it does. But you're a writer" Blair said
"And you're a fashion editor" I smiled back at her before she raised her glass towards mine
"C'mon, lets try to inspire you right now. What do you think of that desk over there?" Blair asked as she finished up her wine before setting the glass aside to get up from the floor to walk over towards the desk to model it like Vana White "Give me something on the desk Humphrey?" she asked
"All right. Don't get mad at me when your back starts hurting" I said motioning to pull down my pajamas until she slapped my hand away
"Gross! I was talking about the writing stuff, make this desk poetic…turn it into something" Blair declared
"Waldorf, it's a desk" I replied
"Yes, but to you its something else" Blair said "Humphrey, if you ever want to have sex with me again, you will do as told" she scolded me
"His name is Woody, he lived in China" I quickly replied just wanting to oblige her wish
"Typical guy, always respond to the sex" Blair said as she shook her head in disbelief while I just laughed "I want to know more about Woody" she said
"Woody….he lived a hard life. Neglected by his mother and father, so much so that he gave up the hope that he could ever truly be anything in life. One day he found himself dragged off into a ware house along with others that were just like him, others that knew what it felt like to be a disappointment. He remained in the ware house passing the time with the others comparing their saddened stories until he just finally realized that he belonged somewhere. Like a routine he just spent his days telling the saddened story until one day the owner of the ware house made his way back to where all the others were, and he didn't the strangest of things to Woody" I told her as she just began to feel like she was growing more and more intrigued with the story
"What did he do to Woody?" Blair asked me
"He dressed him up, wrapped with the most expensive protection that made Woody feel like he was some sort of a soldier going off to war. He didn't know why he felt so special in this moment but he just felt like…he felt like for the first time in his life that he was actually important because this wrapping set him a part from all the others that surrounded him. With great care and service, Woody was packed away and loaded onto the load carrier. Woody went off to be that something he always wanted to be" I told her as I began to laugh towards the end because after I had told her this story it made no sense to him
"That was great" Blair praised me
"That was horrible" I laughed as I pulled her close to me
"But it's a start. It proves that you can do it…of course you'll have to find something else to write about…preferably not a desk, but just write" Blair said
"Okay, okay. I will write. I will write until my hands fall off" I told her
[Blair's P.O.V]
Leaning my head forward from the incredible burst of pleasure I was feeling as he guided my hips back and forward against him. Rocking back and forth, I captured his lips as some sort of refreshment to keep me going as both our breathing had sped up. Laying back on the floor, he clenched his eyes close as he moaned out while I rested my hands on his chest to ride the way of explosion that was happening. With his grip on both side of my waist, he quickened the pace while I just tried to hold on. Crying out in pure satisfaction as we both had reached our finale, I took a moment to catch my breath before I rolled off of him to beside him on the floor. Covering us up with the blanket, he gasped for air as we both tried to steady our breathing while we just stared up at the ceiling in the little guitar room that his father had in the loft. Clutching the blanket close to my body, I sat up to notice all the album covers his father had collected, and the guitars he had. Who knew that a time before this Rufus Humphrey actually had a rockstar life before meeting Lilly was all I kept thinking. Humphrey would always mention from time to time that his father was a great musician, but when you would see Rufus in person you would never believe it.
"So this was the great Rufus Humphrey?" I asked nearly out of breath as I kept scanning the room "It might be a little creepy that we just had sex in a room use to spend a lot time in this room" I laughed as he leaned forward to kiss my shoulder
"Yeah, to both statements" Dan replied "My dad use to live in this room" he said
"What was the name of his band again? Lincoln…something" I asked him
"Lincoln Hawk" Dan laughed "This use to be my favorite room because my dad would always make us play along with him. We'd create stupid songs and sing it" he smiled at the memory
"I thought you said you just strum?" I asked him with a smile on my face as I could just imagine him singing along since we had some memorable sing alongs
"Yes, I can strum. But I can play a bit" Dan replied "I'm not good like my dad, which is why I opt for the writing" he said
"Dan the rockstar" I said trying to picture that sight in my mind "You would be a bit more interesting if you were a said rock star" I laughed
"I bet" Dan laughed "What about you? You could be a rock star. You have a great voice" he said as I just busted into laughter at his notion of me having a good voice
"Okay, no. I think my singing is pretty average. I do shower singing and that's about it" I told him
"Good shower singing. You know they do say the acoustics in the shower are the same in the studio, I mean that's what I hear" Dan told me "Then when we sang in the car, you were all into it" he teased me
"I loved that song" I replied
"So the song just made you sound good?" Dan asked
"Yes, it was the song. Some songs make you sound greater than what you really are. Take a Britney Spears song, most can sing them but it won't make them at the same level like a Christina Aguilera song. Some songs build up false hope" I explained to him while he just looked at me in disbelief that I had seriously thought this through
"You blow my mind some times. Who sits and actually thinks over the differences in songs and how they create false hope. Its like the effects theory brought to life with you" Dan laughed at me
"Don't even go there with me. You've said some dorky things as well, I'm not afraid to flaunt my knowledge" I told him
"Well I look forward to the day you want to sing to me. It could be like a birthday present just to hear you sing" Dan smiled
"Crap, I have to remember your birthdays now. It goes along with the whole girlfriend thing, huh?" I asked him as he just pinched my arm
"No, I mean if you forget mine than I'll be justified in forgetting yours...and I'm horribel with remembering stuff so you would be doing me a favor" Dan laughed
"Oh, but I love presents on my birthday. I think you should remember my birthday, and I'll try to remember...what is it again that I'm trying to remember?" I teased him
"And I wouldn't want you to. All I want is for you to be yourself and to be honest with me" Dan said
"I think me being honest with you has never been an issue" I quickly replied as I couldn't help but laugh
"No, I'm talking about when it comes to anything…about us or about work…anything" Dan told me as he pushed back a strand of my hair
"I can give that. I can give you honesty, but I want the same in return" I told him before he leaned in to give me a soft and tender kiss
"Then its agreed. Honesty all the way" Dan smiled at me before I just pulled him back into another kiss
Have you ever thought that one day could completely change your way of thinking. Like one kiss can cause your world to be turned off its axis, one touch can send you into a whirlwind of emotions, every little thing just changes your perception of what is real. I use to think that I knew how love was and how it was supposed to be but the post-Chuck era made me focus on me and focus on the fact that I don't have a clue on what love is, hell, I barely had a clue of who I was. At times when the realities of my relationship with Chuck came crashing down on me, I would cry like I was a damn river flowing into the ocean…but that girl, whoever I was when I was with Chuck…it wasn't love. It pains me to say that but I have no idea what love is nor have I ever been in it, but I swear by this day. A day filled with nothing but pizza, movies, wine, a story about a desk, numerous sexual escapades, and in depth talks…this day was perfect, a day a girl dreams about where doing nothing at all feel like your doing everything you've ever imagined and I'm happy to say that I spent it with Humphrey.