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Duvet

"Do you know what a duvet is? Yeah, I didn't either. Apparently it's just a sophisticated term for a blanket filled with feathers or down – and don't even get me started on what the hell down is. I guess they're nice, but I don't really get the appeal – or the price point. Well, unless my wife is curled up into its 'feather-y' confines. Then I'd spend my every last dime."

How he managed to make it through the crowded city streets of the Upper East Side with three brown paper bags full of orange juice, cherry flavored cough drops, four different fashion magazines, decongestant syrup, green tea with honey infused, tissues, and a box of Little Debbie oatmeal cookies was nothing short of a miracle. But finally he stepped into the foyer and quickly set the bags down on the end table nearby - nearly sending a beloved crystal lamp crashing to the floor. But yet another crisis was averted that day.

The Humphrey household was eerily quiet until the burst of laughter filled the air and swelled his heart. Dan smirked as he headed toward the familiar laughter that was now being followed by a hoarse cough and the blowing of a nose. The sound of symptoms made him stop in his tracks and turn back to grab the items on his wife's "I'm sick and need the whole pharmacy" list.

Once his arms were full again, Dan made his way toward their bedroom and couldn't help but smile at the sight that greeted him. Blair Humphrey was curled up in the middle of their king size bed with the voluminous, white duvet wrapped around her petite frame. Her brunette hair was a dark contrast against their light bedding. He could tell she was still wearing her red silk pajama set underneath and her hair was complete bed head. Around her lay a plethora of items that told her day in bed; several books, a notepad and paper, and her laptop. Off to the side on her end table lay a pile of wadded up tissues and several glasses of water, tea, and juice.

When he walked in, her eyes were glued to the television he had moved in from his den that morning. Normally she hated the idea of having a television in their bedroom, but with the prospect of bed rest in her future she had requested he move it in before leaving for work.

Her eyes instantly went to his and smiled lazily, "Poker is Joker with a 'j' – coincidence?"

"That's joincidence with a 'C'," He laughed, confirming that she had in fact been watching Friends all afternoon while home sick. Dan would have never pinned his wife for a Friends fan until the day he was unpacking her movie collection into their new home and all ten seasons of Friends were packed along side The Landlord and The Philadelphia Story. That was the day he learned that she had not only seen every episode, but could name the episode by one quote.

She giggled when he got her reference and reached to grab her half full glass of water. Her voice was raspy and deeper than her usual tone, but water soothed the scratching of her throat. She took a drink and looked up at her husband, "How was your day?"

He was busy setting all of her needed items on her list and nodded, "It was a Friday. Lucinda was more interested in channeling her inner socialite than hosting our team meeting so we were mostly left to our own devices."

"Mm, so no breaking news coming from the Vanity Fair editorial this month?" Blair leaned against her pillows, "Thank you for getting those for me."

"Probably not this month, but Award season is upon us –"

"God I know, did you see the dress selection that Nicole Kidman has to choose from?" Blair interrupted, reaching for the bag of cough drops. "Dior, Alexander McQueen, Marchesa, and even Dolce & Gabbana designed a dress specifically for her. I don't envy the hard choice she's going to have to make. I do envy the diamonds she's going to dripping in, though. Harry Winston is adorning her with all her jewelry. Can you imagine?"

"I see you've been productive on your sick day," Dan smirked, pulling out the oatmeal cookies and sitting them on the coffee table.

"I am a department junior editor for Michael Kors, Humphrey. Fashion doesn't take sick days," Blair wrinkled her nose at the sight of Debbie, "Ugh, I can hardly swallow my cough syrup and you thought snack cakes were a good idea?"

"No, those are mine," he crawled over to sit next to her on the bed, "I figured I'd take advantage of you being sick. If you were well they'd be gone faster than the feather trend."

Blair looked at him with a pitiful glare and sunk deeper into her avalanche of covers, "Go ahead, poke fun of the sick and defenseless."

Her eyes were dark from lack of sleep and her skin was paler than its natural ivory. She hadn't showered in probably two days. Dan had managed to get her to soak in the bathtub for nearly two hours the night before, but she'd hardly had the strength to move into the bubbly water let alone give herself a proper scrub. She'd managed to brush her teeth every morning, but only once Dan had coaxed her to get out of bed to take her medicine.

She was absolutely beautiful and not even being sick didn't dull that.

He smiled, pulling her into his arms as he leaned against the headboard. Her head came to rest atop his shoulder and she instinctively curled up into his warmth. He moved to stretch his feet out on the bed, crossing one ankle over the other.

"I know you were raised in Brooklyn, but we don't wear our shoes in bed," Blair commented, her voice only cracking once. "You'd think after five years of marriage I would have rubbed off on you."

"Sick maybe, but definitely not defenseless," Dan laughed, kicking his shoes off to hit the hardwood below.

"My temp broke today," Blair ignored his comment completely. "I should be able to go back to work Monday."

"We'll see about that," Dan's eyes were on the Friends' episode Blair had muted when he walked into their room, "Although I don't know if I could handle another battle like the one we had on Thursday morning."

Blair groaned at the memory, burying her head into his crisp grey shirt. It certainly wasn't her proudest moment. The heat rose in her cheeks and she felt the rumble of his chest as he laughed at her past antics.

"Could you imagine walking into Michael Kors with a Marc Jacobs' shoe on one foot and a Jimmy Choo on the other?" Dan's laughter grew, "For someone who is sick you managed to put up one hell of a fight. I thought I was going to be late for work."

"Very funny," Blair mumbled.

"Oh come on," Dan looked down at his wife with a smile, "It's just another antic I can tell our grandchildren one day."

He easily scooped her closer; bringing her face up, he plant numerous kisses across her cheeks and nose before landing a more passionate kiss on her lips. Blair's giggles immediately subsided when his lips found hers and she used the majority of her energy to wrap her arms around his neck to pull him flesh against her. His thoughts became hazy as she rearranged their bodies until she was basically sitting on his lap.

This was certainly a perk of her getting better; their sex life could resume to its earth shattering and frequent standard.

The moment was getting heated as his hands found the hem of her pajama shirt and began to work their way up her soft, warm skin. Her fingered entangled themselves in the curls at the nap of his neck and she turned herself to be straddling his lap comfortably. Their tongues were battling for dominance when she suddenly pulled away from him and the frustrated groan he let out unconsciously made her laugh out loud. The confused look on his face was almost pitiful and she couldn't help but lean in again to give a quick kiss to his frown.

"As much as I think I feel better," Blair looked down at her husband, "I don't want to get you sick. You're probably already infected and I'm already weak – I highly doubt such strenuous activities are good for me."

Dan's expression mimicked a puppy that had just been scolded. He continued to lock his wife in place atop his lap. Normally Blair was putty in Dan's hands, whether he realized it or no; when he got that look on his face it was almost too hard to resist. She gave out another laugh and a quick kiss when the look remained on his face.

"Think about it, Humphrey," Blair began her reasonable speech, "If you get sick or I exert myself too soon then that means another – what? Possibly a week? Another week of no sex. A whole week. That is just unacceptable."

The look on Dan's face went from one of defeat to one of a man with a brilliant idea. Without saying a word, he easily maneuvered their position so that she was now laying atop her blankets with him hovering over her. As much as Blair knew she was right, she secretly hoped he wouldn't heed her warning and continue with his original plan. His eyes were darker than their typical brown and his expression was full of passion and love; the kind of look that made Blair weak in knees even after years with this amazing man.

She wanted to throw in her own white flag and just pull him into a deep kiss. But it was obvious he had other plans - beginning with the kisses he trailed from her jaw line to her exposed neck. Once his lips reached the sensitive spot on her collarbone, Blair applauded herself for leaving half of her pajama shirt unbuttoned. Not only was it not constricting, but it allowed ample space for her husband to ravish her.

Blair didn't bother to speak until she felt his hands come up to undo the two buttons that held her silk shirt together, and even then her mind was clouded by his course hands against the sensitive flesh of her stomach. "Daniel Humphrey, were not listening to me?"

"Hm?" Dan didn't even bother to look up and just continued to kiss down her now completely exposed chest, "Oh yes, I heard you, but I'm not completely convinced that you think this is a terrible idea."

"I – I – oh, God," She tried to argue until his mouth covered one of her hardened nipples and her head tilted back in pleasure. One of her hands gripped the blanket beneath her while the other lay atop Dan's head as if begging him to stay there for all eternity.

After some time, Dan began to kiss a path toward the other beautiful breast to make sure they were both worshipped equally. After he had finished easily bringing Blair close to a delusional state with his talented tongue, he started to kiss a line down the smooth surface of her stomach. He stopped to dip his tongue into her bellybutton for a split second, causing Blair's back to arch off their bed.

He lifted his lips a millimeter from her skin so that he could speak, "Of course," He paused to drop another kiss on warm flesh just above the elastic of her pajama pants, "I have a superb immune system, but you're right, I don't want to over exert you too soon. That is why I have much more relaxing plans for you."

If Blair hadn't been so hazed from his pervious actions, she might have protested with he undid the tie of her pants and stood to start pulling them down, along with her underwear. She certainly didn't feel beautiful after being sick, but she wasn't about to object at this point - her husband always had a way of making her feel as if she were the most beautiful woman on the planet. She could feel the pull of anticipation in her stomach as her bottoms were dropped on the floor. Dan took this time to remove his own shirt, leaving him in nothing but his black dress pants. If she was anticipating his actions before she was near desperation at this point.

God, her husband was beyond sexy. His taunt muscles flexed as he leaned down over her once again to kiss her properly. She immediately opened her mouth to allow his tongue to meet hers and her small hands gripped his defined biceps. She became dizzy at the sensation of his bare chest against hers as he kissed her properly. As the kiss deepened she moved her hands between them so that she could start to undo the belt of his pants, but he stopped her by grabbing her hand and pulling away.

"Waldorf, I told you not to over exert yourself," Dan's eyes were dark and playful, "Just sit back and relax, deal?"

"I make no promises," She smirked.

Dan didn't respond, but pushed himself off her to stand in front of their bed. He paused to enjoy the beautiful view of his completely uncovered and naked wife lying with only her undone pajama top on. Her dark hair fanned around the duvet and her once sickly pale skin was now rosy with a passionate blush. Her eyes, although still dark, were now full of desire and confidence. He only broke from admiring her beautiful form when Blair cleared her throat in an expecting manner and raised an intrigued eyebrow.

"You are absolute perfection," He confessed, reaching out to gently grab behind each of her knees and pull her toward the end of the bed.

It was then that Blair realized exactly what he had planned and she nearly exploded with anticipation. He leaned down to place open, wet kisses down her stomach and moving over her most sensitive area to kiss her inner thighs, nipping several times. Her mind was on overdrive and she was about to beg him when she felt his tongue against her in just the perfect place. Her cry echoed in their quiet home and her back arched off the bed for what seemed like the hundredth time since he started his wonderful torture.

Dan laid a hand atop her hips to keep her still beneath his wonderful tongue. Her once chilled body now had a thin layer of sweat building up. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he hit a particularly perfect rhythm with his tongue, and her words of praise were mixed with enjoyable moans as he continued his pace. She wanted to beg him to go faster - to do anything that would allow her to reach her glorious release - but she wanted the sensations to last as long as possible.

Blair wasn't sure if it was because she had been so ready from the teasing, the fact that she was sick, or the fact that she felt like it had been an a lifetime (less than a week) since she had made love to her husband…but she knew she wouldn't last too long. She began to feel the familiar twisting low in her stomach. She was about to go over the edge when suddenly he slowed his rhythm just enough to torture her, but not to move her closer to her undoing.

"Dan, please," She moaned, all sort of stubbornness leaving her. She was completely abandoned of all pretenses beneath him, "God, I - I'm so close."

Although his wife's words and tone were enough to send him over the edge without a single touch he just smirked against her. His motions never quickened, but he wasn't going to leave her too much longer. He moved his hand to insert two fingers into her soaking entrance and her response was immediate. She cried out his name and tightened her thighs around his shoulders. One of her hands came down to the hand that rested on her hips. He laced their fingers together, knowing his wife loved to feel completely connected to him during moments like these.

His tongue and fingers worked in sync with one another and ever so slowly she neared her climax. Even though she wished it would wash over her quickly she knew from experience the longer he drew it out the better it was. With one last curl of his fingers and flick of his tongue at the right moment, Blair completely lost it. Her climax rushed in quickly, but lingered in waves as he began to slow his motions. Dan made sure not to completely stop until she came down from her high.

Blair hadn't realized she'd been clenching her eyes shut until she calmed down from her orgasm and slowly opened her eyes, the sudden light making her squint. Her chest was heaving as Dan slowly began to kiss back up her stomach, taking special care of her most sensitive areas before finally landing back on her lips. Blair welcomed the deep kiss, finding the strength to pull him flesh against her.

She had always thought tasting herself on her lover's lips was a disgusting and classless act. But with Dan there was nothing that made her feel sexier or more of a woman and she relished in the aftermath with her husband.

After several moments of kissing his wife senseless, Dan rolled over to lay next to her. He reached out to pull the blankets over her knowing that the chill would soon be back on. She peered up at him through her haze and looked slightly confused. He knew the expression and laughed, "I told you not to over exert yourself."

"Lets just say I owe you one," Blair countered, curling up to him.

"I think that's an excellent way to start a weekend," Dan smiled, ignoring her comment, "But it's only six o'clock. Now what?"

"Well, I'm in the middle of Season One of Friends," Blair shrugged. Reaching past him, she let out a moan when her bare chest rubbed against his, "We can watch Friends and you can eat oatmeal cookies until round two."

"Round two?" Dan raised an eyebrow.

"I really think this cold is about to pass," Blair smirked, hitting the volume so that the voice of Chandler and the gang now filled the air.

"Should have tried that home remedy sooner."

The sun had long since come up when Blair finally decided it was time to untangle herself from her husband and move about the day. She sat on the edge of the bed, finding his grey shirt from the night before and tossing it around her petite frame. She haphazardly buttoned several of the buttons and turned to look at her sleeping husband.

He looked so peaceful in his sleep and with the blankets barely coming high enough to cover his naked bottom half he looked like a sex god. Blair felt the familiar heat rising in her stomach as she stood up and headed toward the kitchen. Her cold seemed to be almost gone and her throat no longer felt scorched every time she tried to swallow. It was probably the medication, but with a smirk she told herself it was from their activities the night before.

She walked around the island in their kitchen and reached to put a pot of water on the stove for tea. Just because she was feeling better didn't mean she wasn't going to use her remedies; she wasn't about to get sick again. As she waited for the pot of water to boil she leaned against the counter and scanned over one of the magazines Dan had picked up for her. She was in the middle of reading an article on the history of argyle when she heard the footsteps of her husband heading down the hall.

Blair's eyes were bright with the anticipation of seeing him until he actually walked into the kitchen. He wore nothing but black boxers and his curls were going every which way. All of those things Blair was used to seeing in the morning, but the look on his face and his paler complexion was a sign of the very thing that had put her out of commission the week prior.

"Oh no," Blair groaned when she heard her husband's deep cough. She immediately reached for another mug to make him a cup of tea as well, "See, I told you. I may not have been over exerted much last night, but I definitely got you sick."

Dan gave a puny smile as he walked toward his wife, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, "Well worth it."

Blair gave a sweet smile, but it broke her heart that he was sick. His voice cracked deeper than usual and she reached up to check his temperature. He was burning up and she knew how the remainder of their weekend was going to be spent.

"Alright, back to bed, Humphrey," Blair started to push him back toward the doorway, "I'll be there in a minute with medicine, tea, and reinforcements."

Dan was almost to the doorway when he turned around with the best devious look he can muster, "Remember you owe me - apparently it's quite the home remedy."

Before she could say anything, Dan moved back toward the bedroom and Blair began to gather up the tissues, tea, medicine, and magazines. She was about to leave the kitchen when she saw the box of half eaten oatmeal cookies. She couldn't resist and grabbed one before heading toward their bedroom.

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