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There were many great suggestions for the B, but I was torn between two that were given by ElenaBelle and DAIR FTW so...well you'll see what I did.
Bubbles
"She has this thing about bubbles. The amount tells all about her mood. If she's hiding beneath a blanket of bubbles, run or bring champagne. Those are your only options. If you can still make out more than her face; well, lets just say your night is about to get so much better. Thank God for bubbles."
You're welcome.
Looking back, Dan would realize that simple text message from Jenny had been a dead giveaway, but at the time he figured his spunky sister was just being her sarcastic self and he'd pay for whatever thing she was mad at him for when he got back to the loft. He cleared the message and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He popped the collar of his coat to try and keep himself warm as he maneuvered through the cold streets of his stomping grounds in Brooklyn. He couldn't believe how fast winter had come upon his hometown, but then again the days seemed to blur together lately with all the homework he had. Then there was the stress of applying for colleges and where that money was magically going to appear from – yes, it was an understatement to say that Dan Humphrey had certainly not taken the time to smell the damn roses.
He finally made it to his destination and swung the door open. His first reaction was to call out for his sister and ask her what her text message had been about, but his words were cut short when he saw all the random candles scattered around the loft. He slowed his motions as he sat his bag down by the coat rack and then shrugged off his coat. He wanted to call out, but he wasn't sure who he wanted to answer the call. If it was Jenny that undoubtedly confirm that his sister was not the innocent one he hoped she still was. And if it was Rufus – well, there wasn't enough bleach in the universe to erase that memory.
It was as if he had to take a minute to build up the courage to move from his doorway, but finally he began to walk forward. Had he arrived before the intended recipient of this display or was the recipient already receiving their present? He let out a disgusted groan at the mere thought. Shaking his head he continued his cautious walk forward, realizing there was an obvious path being made by the candles. He nearly dug himself an early grave when he saw where the candles led.
The bathroom.
Why couldn't it be a bedroom? That way he would know he was safe if he just avoided said bedroom and ran immediately to his room to put on headphones. No, it had to be the bathroom where everyone needed to frequent. He ran his fingers through his cropped hair and sighed. The door was propped open slightly and there was a glow coming from within the bathroom that said the candles continued into the now hidden room. As much as Dan hated to do it, he slowed himself to a stop and listened for any signs of life behind the door. He was slightly relieved when he didn't hear any noises of the X-rated value, but was slightly confused when heard almost nothing at all. Only the soft splashing of water to signal that in fact someone was in there.
He cleared his throat and walked forward again until he reached the doorway. He leaned slightly to the left so that he could peek into the room without getting caught or a glimpse of something he could clear from his mind. The view he fell upon gave him a sense of relief, but also filled him with immediate arousal. He swallowed hard at his first glimpse of her.
Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy pile atop her head, with a few forgotten strands hanging around the base of her slender neck. The bathtub was only half full with a thin layer of bubbles floating on the top. Her knees rose above the water as she rested and her pale skin glistened and looked almost tanned against the dim lighting of the candles. He couldn't see the assets he now so desperately wanted to, but the look of her in full relaxation was maddening. He watched her for a moment, her head tilted back against the tub. Her long neck made its way into her beautiful collar bone, before the bubbles completely cut him off from the gorgeous breasts he knew were just below his line of vision.
Finally, Dan decided he needed to make his presence known and slowly made his way into the bathroom before he cleared his throat. Blair seemed only slightly startled by his sudden appearance and smiled up at him with those lips he had long since become addicted to. He pushed the door completely closed with his body weight and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't say anything, just looked at her with a slightly amused but completely enamored expression.
"You like to keep a girl waiting. Don't you, Humphrey?" She pushed herself up slightly so that she was in a more seated position in the tub.
Much to his dismay, even with her sitting up he was still unable to see more of her gorgeous body. He gave a small laugh, his eyes never leaving hers, "And when did Blair Waldorf add Breaking and Entering to her resume?"
"Hm, way before your time, but this was no B and E," She smiled, leaning forward to drop her arms down into the warm water. Running her hands up her shoulders to get them wet, she said, "Your sister is more useful than I previously thought."
Dan wanted to respond, but he found himself mesmerized by the tiny beads of water that he could barely make out as they ran back down her arms. He easily envisioned himself licking those very droplets away. Yes, that was going to be on his to-do list before the night was over, but when she cleared her throat he brought his attention back up to her now smug-looking face. It could never be said that Blair Waldorf was not a tease to her very core.
"And what if this had been my dad walking in here?" He raised an eyebrow, trying to remove the smug look off her face and gain the upper hand.
"Do I look like an amateur to you?" Blair laughed, "He's with your sister. They should be gone for quite sometime. Jenny is dragging him to see some band in Queens and then to an Open Mic night. By the time they get home I'll be long gone...and you'll be very satisfied."
Dan was thankful to be leaning against the door when her voice dropped in that seductive way because he probably would have been on his knees from the look she was giving him. He remained cool on the outside, but his insides were near boiling with his desire for her.
"Now, if there are no more questions," she leaned back against the tub once again, "I must say who knew the bathtubs in Brooklyn were so spacious? Care to join me and see?"
He didn't even try to come up with a clever line, but instead made quick work of removing himself from his clothes. The way her eyes roamed his body did not go unnoticed by him and it was part of the reason why he took his time removing his jeans and boxers. Everything Blair did was a turn on to him, but nothing compared to the look she got in her eyes for him. It drove him mad. She watched him hungrily as his boxers fell to the floor and she saw just exactly what she did to him. She even felt her grip on the tub become tighter as her nerves sang with anticipation.
Within moments he was sliding in behind her. She waited until he was completely settled before she moved herself back between his legs, pressing her back against his lean chest. She let out a small moan at the intimate contact she had been craving most of the day. Of course, she knew there was much more to come, but she was not beyond enjoying this simple moment as he wrapped his arms around her and left light kisses against the back of her neck. She dropped her hands beneath the water to rest against his knees, tracing light circles around his kneecaps.
He ran his hands along her shoulders, pressing lightly in places he knew she'd be tight and was rewarded by the breathless moan she released as her head dropped back to rest on his shoulder. He lived for moments like these. This was a side of Blair that no one beside himself got to see and he prided himself in that. He loved watching her laugh, pout, and even yell, but in those were moments the world was welcome to see. But not this Blair. No, this relaxed and completely unguarded Blair was only his.
"You are absolutely gorgeous," He whispered into her ear before taking the lobe gently between his teeth. His hands moved from her shoulders to run down her sides. He felt her shiver against his touch and even within the warm water the goose bumps became present on her flesh.
She smiled, her eyes closed as her head remained against his shoulder, "You are going to get so lucky tonight."
Dan couldn't help the smile that came across his face as he moved down her neck and began to leave open kisses on her shoulder. He let one of his hands move back up her body, bringing with him a few of the bubbles that still floated atop the water. He let them rest against her skin; pulling his lips off her shoulder he began to blow on her flesh. Blair's response was immediate. Her eyes flew open as she let out a gasp. The contrasting sensations felt unreal. The cool air of his breath against the warmth of her skin was enough, but then she felt the fingers of his other hand find her sensitive center and she nearly lost it. Her hands gripped tight against his knees as she moaned with pleasure.
"Oh God," She whimpered, leaning her head back again as he circled her center, causing the bundle of nerves there to go into overdrive.
Her original plan for the evening had been long and drawn out, but with her nerves already frayed she needed him closer now. She moved, while she was still able to think straight, away from his touch but only long enough so that she could turn herself around and straddle the man before her. Dan only protested until he realized what she was doing and was soon silenced. He looked up at a now very exposed Blair that had placed herself atop him. He had never once thought of the advantages of having a rather large tub, but this moment was going up to the top of that unmade list. Her knees fit snuggly on either side of him and his hands immediately went to roaming up her slick thighs. He leaned forward to leave hot, wet kisses just beneath her small breasts.
Blair's fingers went to grasp his short hair as her head tilted back in pleasure. She loved moments like these. Moments where they were both driven by the hunger they had for one another, but yet Dan still managed to make her feel wanted, worshipped, loved. She slowly pulled away slightly from his lips, but only to move back down into the water to find the fulfillment she had needed since she woke up that morning. With the combination of how wet she was for him and the warm water around them, Dan filled her easily and their moans filled the quiet room. Blair remained still for a moment, savoring and adjusting to the feel the Dan inside her. It was something she had felt so many times, but every time was just as perfect and wanted as the last.
Her lips found his and Dan's hands moved to grip her hips. He always welcomed her stilling after he first entered her, because every time he was amazed at just how tight she is and how perfectly he fits within her. If she moved instantly he'd probably come unglued within seconds. Finally, he felt her rise up from him and then slide back down slowly. Her movements were magnified by the splashing of the water around them, causing some of it to go on the tiles beneath them. He could tell by her uneven strokes that tonight wasn't going to be record breaking in length, but he's okay with that since he didn't feel like he could last much longer either.
She panted his name as her nails dig into his shoulders. She loved leaving her little marks on him - mostly in places where no one will see - but it's still her way of marking her territory. He loved the possession she felt over him and welcomed any bite or claw marks she wished to brand him. He pulled her closer to take in one of her taunt nipples, her cries ringing out and he's thankful, once again, that no one else is home. These moans and cries are meant for his ears only.
"Baby, I'm so close," Her voice was completely unguarded now as she tossed her head back in pleasure. Her movements were losing their rhythm, but Dan grasped on to them to stead her slightly.
"Let go." He felt his own resolve leaving as her cries became the only thing he heard.
She tilted her head down, grasping the sides of his face, while kissing him and grinding against him. Within seconds he felt her walls clamping around him and she's moaned against his lips, whispering words of love and passion. The feel of her was maddening, but it's the mixture with her loving words that send him over the edge right after her.
Slowly they both came down from their high and, with some remorse, Blair removed herself from him. Settling back against him, Dan's arms went around her again as he left sweet kisses against her shoulders. She intertwined their fingers. They both remained quiet for a while, glowing from their previous activities. Once their breathing slowed and the haze lifted, Dan couldn't help but let out a slight laugh.
"What's so funny?" Blair asked, placing one of his hands against her lips to kiss his knuckles.
"You know, a pathway of candles is usually something the guy does to impress the girl – not the other way around."
"Who said it was a path?" Blair countered, a smirk playing on her lips, "These are my favorite lavender candles. I had to get rid of that awful Brooklyn smell."
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