Your ice is melting

Hello again; spring has arrived, which means I can finish this challenge.

But I’m really happy I managed to finish this chapter/story.

WARNING: there will be hot moments!

II: That smug smile 

Blair stirs as she struggles to open her eyes, because some noises disturbed her sleep.

Car honks, people with drills on the street.

- That’s so weird. Not typical noises of the Upper East Side… And this is killing my head. - She ponders.

“Dorotaaaa! Bring me my earplugs and an aspirin. A double one… “ She groans, her eyes still closed, trying to go back to sleep.

“There’s no Dorota here, Waldorf… and keep your voice lower, my ears are bleeding.” A sleepy voice next to her grumbles.

A male voice that has become very familiar to her in the last week.

Dan Humphrey’s voice.

They both jolt awake.

“What the hell am I doing in your bed?” Blair asks him, panic-stricken.

“What the hell are you doing in my bed?” Dan asks her in the very same moment.

“Oh no…” Blair babbles.

“What?”

“Why am I feeling… naked beneath here?” She wonders, pulling the sheets tight, to cover herself up to the shoulders.

“Damn! I have the same feeling.” Dan mutters.

“I’m too afraid to check…” Blair chews on her lower lip.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do it for both!”

Saying so, Dan quickly lifts the sheets up, before she can even protest.

“Humphrey! What the hell…?”

“I confirm. We’re both very, very naked.” He informs her, before covering them once more.

“Humphrey, you dirty pig! How dare you, glancing at me naked?” She snaps, slapping his naked shoulder.

“But it’s you who said you didn’t have the courage to check…”

“Yes, but you were supposed to watch without watching!”

“Okay. Ignoring your impossible requests that my brain is too knocked out to store… Okay, we might even be naked, but it doesn’t mean that huh.. tonight something happened between us.” Dan grumbles.

“I’m not so sure… I’m afraid my legs are aching in a good way…” Blair groans, right before noticing the look on Dan’s face. “Hey! What’s that smug smile now? Pull it off your face immediately!”

“I guess it’s only pure male ego!” He smirks even more.

“Well, tell you damn male ego to fuck off!” She snaps. “However, Humphrey, we have a big problem here. An Hamlet-like dilemma.”

“To fuck or not to fuck? I remembered Hamlet differently!”

“Geez, Humphrey, stop being such a jerk!” Blair hits his face with a pillow - making sure the sheets are still covering her- over and over again.

Which is not good for the headache that’ s killing both of them.

“Okay.” Dan surrenders, snatching the pillow from her hands. “So what’s the dilemma?”

“We have to leave this bed. There’s no way I’m going to let you see me naked as I walk away, but if I wrap myself around the sheets, then I’ll get to see you naked… and I don’t want that, either!” She grimaces.

Dan chuckles, despite the hangover.

“Do you trust me, Blair?”

“Of course I don’t!” She hisses.

“Well, pretend you do and close your eyes.”

“There’s no way I’m going to close my eyes until you tell me what you mean to do!”

“It’s pretty simple: if you keep your disbelieving eyes closed, I can get out of the bed, while you remain covered. I’ll look both for my clothes and yours, throw yours on the bed, so you can get out and get dressed once I’m locked in the bathroom. This way neither of us will see the other naked.

“Oh.” Blair reckons. “It's a way too smart plan, it can’t pop out from your brain!”

“I see that a hangover didn’t make you any less bitchy!” He rolls his eyes.

“Okay, Humphrey, let’s do this. Keeping my eyes closed, starting from now!”

Dan leaves the bed in all his nakedness and that’s the easy part.

The hard one is to find both of his and Blair’s clothes.

“So, Humphrey, are you done? Why are you taking so long?” Blair wonders, without resisting the temptation of opening her eyes, just a little.

And she does just when he’s turning his back to her.

- Well, well.. so let’s add to his biceps even such biteable buttocks! -She smirks, right before squeezing her eyes closed, just in time for Dan to turn back to her.

“Err… I guess we… sort of scattered our clothes all around the house.” He informs her, opening some drawers to get new clothes. “Stay there, I’ll go check it out.”

After a bunch of minutes, he comes back, holding all their stuff.

“Your stockings were hanging from the bookshelf, your dress was on the armchair, one of your shoes near the front door, the other under the sofa, over it there was your bra and my boxers, your panties were on the lamp, my jeans were on the desk, my T-shirt on the other armchair…” He explains, throwing her clothes on the bed.

“Thank you. Uh. It sounds so…”

“Passionate? Yeah.” Dan finishes the sentence for her.

“Okay, I’m locked in the bathroom, so feel free to dress, then you can use the bathroom as well.”

She trusts to do so only when she hears the door closing.

When Dan gets out, Blair is fully dressed, even more than he expected, since she’s wearing her coat, too.

“I guess I’ll use the bathroom of my bedroom, I’ve spent way too much time here. A cab is waiting for me outside.” She informs him. “It’s good for both of our headaches.” She adds, as a sort of justification.

“Yeah.” He nods, walking her to the front door.

He can’t bring himself to tell her he’s quite sad and disappointed to see her go away.

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All Dan needed to recover was a full day of rest, that’s why the morning after he wakes up pretty early, also because he wants to catch up with Gossip Girl’s work.

He opens the secret laptop and checks the mailbox.

There are some pictures of Serena enjoying the time with her father she’s so happy to have back, some minor stuff about Blair’s minions and…

Apparently Brooklyn is less out-of.radar than he guessed.

Someone took a couple of pictures of him and Blair in that bar, just when they were in the middle of their philosophy drinking game.

Even if he already decided that Gossip Girl won’t spread them, nothing prevents Dan from staring at those pics.
They both are laughing in them, a clear sign of how pretty drunk they already were.

And as he’s busy watching those pictures, some sort of flashbacks hit him.

He, struggling to get the front door open, as both giggle.

Blair, pushing him against the closed door, once they got inside, and kissing him savagely, as she’s busy getting free of her first shoe.
Dan, kissing Blair back, with the same eagerness, as they walk backwards, until he blocks her between the bookshelf and his chest, still kissing her, as he throws her second shoe away and takes her stockings off from her dress.
Blair, getting rid of Dan’s jeans and throwing them on the desk, right before taking his T-shirt off and throwing it away, without even caring where it lands.

Dan, getting Blair free from her dress, before throwing it to the close armchair.

Them, moving to the sofa and laying down there, where they have a rather good time with some sexy, hot petting.

There are no more flashbacks in his mind, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out how they ended up naked in Dan’s bed.

Dan tries to get his mind off these dangerous thoughts, as he focuses on the other Gossip Girl’s blasts he has already planned.

There will be time to deal with Blair.

******************************* (In the meantime)

His hands, so delicate, yet determined.
His caresses, more and more demanding.
His voice, lower and hoarse with desire.

His kisses. So eager, so hungry, so overwhelming.
His tongue, teasing spots she didn’t even know were erogenous zones until then.
His big, dark eyes. The way they looked at her, the way they made her feel.
And that smug smile.

Blair jolts awake in her bed, her heart is racing.
She’s panting more than usual.
And, if it’s not clear enough,a certain part of her body proves to her how much she enjoyed that wet dream.

And the worst or best part is that she knows it’s not just a dream.
Those are real memories.

Still blurred, but already very eloquent memories of the hot night she spent with Dan.

And she’s also aware she can’t keep ignoring that.

She doesn’t care if it's only seven o'clock in the morning, she grabs her phone and selects a specific number.

She’s kind of puzzled that he picks the call just at the first ring.

- Is he already awake as well? -

“Yeah, Blair?”

“If your headache is over, too, Humphrey, I think we should talk.”

“What can I say? You anticipated me, Waldorf. We absolutely need to talk. So, is it going to happen at your place or mine?”

“Well, my mother will be back from Paris today, along with some of her staff, so it’s going to be a little crowded here…” Blair mumbles.

“Instead my place couldn’t be more free. Since Jenny actually lives in Van der Woodsens’ loft and fights daily with Serena. And dad is patrolling that area like a sentry on his guard post, now that Serena’s and Eric’s dad is back.”

“So I guess your place is the winner.” Blair acknowledges.

“Yep. Meet me in a couple of hours." He hangs up.

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When Dan opens the door and sees Blair, that’s a moment of silent awkwardness for both.
They’ve been this close other times, but now it’s beginning to mean something different.
Blair is almost tempted to give him another kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Dan is almost tempted to bend down on her and smell her silky hair.
But both instead stand still and speechless. 

“Yeah, you look less dazed than yesterday, Humphrey!” She decides to speak first.

“And you don’t miss a day to remind me how sweet and nice you are, Waldorf!” He strikes back.

And yeah, they’re both fully aware they’re flirting.

“However, thank you for coming. I gave a lot of thought about what happened the other night and to those hours before it happened…” Dan informs her, as he takes something from a drawer and hides it in the pocket of his jeans.

“Yeah, me too.” She nods, as she sits on the grey sofa.

- That sofa where we had such a good time... - Dan gets lost in his sexy considerations, but tries to recover as he sits next to her.

“We need to treat it like a… social experiment.” 

“A… what?!” She frowns. “I take back what I said before about your less daziness!”

“Let me explain. I mean… we both know everything started with that drinking game. We should do something like that again and focus on what exactly triggered us.” He goes on, showing her a deck of pink cards.

- Uh? Are they cards for sexy games with teasing dares such as ‘bite your partner’s buttock?’ Geez, why am I so obsessed with that? - She asks herself, puzzled.

But once she inspects them, she realizes it’s a drinking kind of truth or dare to do in a public place, surrounded by people.

“Yeah, it seems like a fun game…” She comments, reading all the dares.

And of course, there’s none about biting buttocks.

“Thank you, it’s the only thing I managed to find, in such a short time, but I think it could work.”

“Work for what? What’s the point of all of this?” She wonders.

“We go back to that pub. Get drunk with this game. But this time we will film us.”

“Why should we ever do such a thing? Do you want to hand it to Gossip Girl on a silver plate?” She narrows her eyes at him. “Stupid me to think you wanted to protect me from her!”

She’s about to get up, but Dan grabs her arm.

“No, please, Blair, you’re misunderstanding everything! I have no intention to expose you or me to Gossip Girl. The filming would just help us to keep track of everything the moment the rationality abandons our brains, along with our memory.” He justifies and that’s enough to make her sit again.

“Okay, it starts to make more sense this way…”

“I mean, don’t you wish that that night there would have been a hidden camera in my place?”

“Eww, gross , Humphrey, do you film yourself when you have sex?” She glares at him.

“Vanessa had so many cameras around…”

“Eww! I don’t wanna hear about your and your former girlfriend’s pervy habits!” She snaps, disgusted.

“Said the innocent and pure one. I don’t wanna even begin to imagine the kinky stuff you and Chuck were up to!” Dan strikes back.

- Is there a hint of jealousy? - They both wonder about each other and they both prefer not to find an answer.

“I’m just saying that it’s very likely to find a lot of cameras in a filmmaker’s room, maybe that’s why I keep thinking of cameras. I didn’t say that Vanessa switched them on when we used to… err.. at least I wish she didn’t!” He grumbles, getting up.

“Okay, by reductio ad absurdum, let’s suppose there were cameras filming us here, that night… how would this change things?”

“Once Vanessa asked me if I would sign a release for her to use some of our filmed moments together, as strolls, trips, some social and cultural activities, as archive footage for her next movies, but I refused to do so. Now I wonder if those are the only moments she filmed… and anyway it’s not that she can use that stuff if I refused to sign… can’t she?” Dan wonders, getting increasingly nervous, as he paces back and forth.

“Well, I guess that if she wants to turn you into a new porn star we’ll eventually know; but please, can you focus just on our present issue?” She tries to calm him down. “You were explaining how having cameras around would change everything.”

“I’m not saying that it would have changed things; but at least it would have filled the gap we’re missing. I mean, aren’t you not even a tiny bit curious?” He inquires. “And, of course, I don’t mean that I would like to watch our… err.. full sex performance ... just all that happened before that, in detail.” He rushes to point out, making her giggle.

“I would lie if I told you I’m not curious to see how the whole thing happened. But trying to repeat the whole thing, or something pretty similar, aware of the cameras would make everything feel too forced, don’t you think so?”

“You’re right. I don’t know why the camera's idea sounded so brilliant in my head, before I exposed it to you!” He rolls his eyes. “So, it looks like we’ll never find out how it was.”

“Actually… I have some faded memories of that night.” She decides to confess, getting up to reach him.

“Oh my, I had some flashbacks, too!” He informs her, thrilled. “Well, mine concerned my… geographic memory.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Blair frowns.

“I remember every exact spot where I took one item of your clothing and lost mine, one at a time.” 

“Oh.”

- No, Blair, there’s no possible way you can find that sexy!- She reproaches herself.

“What about your memories?” Dan asks her.

“Huh. Mine concerned my … emotional memory. How good you made me feel… unless it’s only a made up memory!”

“I don’t think so.” He smiles at her in such a dangerous way she needs to back off.

“And I’ll tell you more…” He goes on.

“Such as?” 

“It’s not that I remember, but I have the feeling you even called me ‘Dan’.”

Blair seems to find her usual temper again.

“What?! In your dreams, Humphrey!”

“More like in my memories!” He sticks his tongue out at her. 

“I should be super drunk to do such a thing.. oh wait, I was!” She admits.

“Anyway, I have the feeling I really liked how it sounded said by you.” He murmurs, his tone sweeter, now.

“Oh. Well, hope you recorded it well in your mind, because it’s going to never happen again, H-U-M-P-H-R-E-Y!”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Waldorf.”

“I’m just sure that we'll never get to remember what happened in your bedroom. And maybe that’s for the better.”

Dan loses his cockiness  all of a sudden and confines himself to nodding.

“I mean… you and I together? Can you even imagine Gossip Girl spreading the news?” She goes on.

“Are you kidding? Her site would implode!” He makes her laugh.

“However…” Blair adds, with a tone that fills Dan with hope.

“I guess it's our right to find out how it could have been, before renouncing it once for all.” She murmurs, taking a step closer.

“I guess we owe it to our forever lost memory of that night.” He murmurs, doing the same.

“I couldn’t agree more.” She brings a hand to touch his left cheek.

Dan leans closer, bending on her.

“And I guess I should do this!”

His lips slowly land on hers and Blair this time doesn’t back off.

Both know that their lips have already met, thanks to that drinking game, and now that sweet contact sounds familiar, although they can’t remember.

And they both know that that contact can’t remain so sweet any longer.

The tip of Dan’s tongue gently asks permission and Blair parts her lips, welcoming it, more eagerly than she expected.

Her hands grab his curly hair, as his hands softly wrap the side of her slender neck, as their kiss increases its intensity.

It’s a fire. It’s a storm. It’s a flood of emotions.

That’s why when Dan parts, testing the water, she’s angry at him.

And he figures that out.

“Blair, I’m sorry! Maybe I shouldn’t have kissed you…” Dan babbles, trying to decipher her mood.

“I guess, no, I’m sure you shouldn’t have stopped!” She pulls him closer, by the collar of his shirt and kisses him again, even more demandingly.

Reassured by her reaction, Dan is more than glad to kiss her again, this time holding her hips, as his mouth moves also to her cheek, behind her ear, nibbling at her lobe, along her chin and down to her neck, still too trapped by her coat.

“Humphrey, since you said you remember that, why don’t you show me the exact spots when we got rid of our clothes?” She urges him, as she fills her lungs with air again.

He’s more than glad to please her.

He resumes kissing her and walks with her at the same time, until they reach the front door.

His hands unbutton her coat and take it off.

“Can your Chloé coat accept to be thrown on the floor?”

“I’m sure it won’t complain, for once.” She approves.

“And you got rid of your shoe, only one.”

“Huh, okay.” She does as she’s been told.

As Dan takes advantage of her now more exposed neck and décolleté, he walks her to the bookshelf, until she’s trapped between him and the shelf.

First, he gets rid of her second shoe and takes off his shoes as well.

“Well, you wear trousers this time, but it won’t make any difference.” He smirks. “This is what I did.”

Saying so, he undoes her woven silver belt, lowers the zip on her hip and lowers her grey pinstripe trousers.

She kicks them off her ankles and he throws them on a shelf.

She unbuttons his baby blue shirt, takes it off and throws it on the desk.

“You just did what you exactly did then and I didn’t even instruct you!” He chuckles.

“Let’s call it instinct!” She shrugs, before exploring his bare, quite toned chest with kisses, caresses, some scratches and nibbles.

“Alright…” He moans in appreciation. “Now what remains goes on the armchairs.”

And that’s exactly where his blue jeans and her pearl grey shirt end.

“I exposed my geographic memory, what about your emotional one?” He asks her as they reach the grey sofa.

“Even better than my flashbacks!” She grins, laying down on the sofa and pulling him onto her.

Her black bra disappears, allowing Dan to toy with her boobs as much as he pleases, teasing her more than hard nipples with his tongue, his lips and his fingers.

“Oh, God, Humphrey, don’t stop!” She urges him, biting her lips.

“I have no intentions to.” He smirks, placing soft kisses on her abdomen, her belly, raising his head every time to check on her emotions.

“That’s it. That’s the exact way you looked at me that night.” She says, shivering as his fingers trace the laced edge of her black panties.

“And how am I looking at you now?” He asks her, kissing her, as his fingers cross the edge, caressing her most sensitive spot.

“Like I was the most precious thing in the Universe…” She arches her back, welcoming the pleasant intrusion of his middle finger.

“Can’t think of a better way to look at you.” He whispers against her lips, inserting the ring finger.

She arches even more.

“Yes! But.. wait.. weren’t you supposed to be head over heels for Serena?” She wonders.

“Weren’t you supposed to be head over heels for Chuck?” He strikes back, making her laugh.

But she cries in pleasure when he inserts his index, too.

“Yeeessss, Humphrey, just like thissss…..” she moans, as he eases her orgasm, lowering her panties until he can take them off and throw them towards the lamp.

She grabs his hair and pulls him closer for a deep, hungry kiss.

“No more teasing, now. I want you inside me, Humphrey.” She pleads, once they part.

He stares at her in a challenging way, doing absolutely nothing.

“What?” She frowns.

“You know the magic word I wanna hear…”

“Fine!” She gives in. “I want you… Dan.”

“I was right when I said I would have liked how it sounded.” He beams in such a sweet way that Blair can’t help kissing him again.

“Okay, it’s time to move to the bedroom!” He gets up, grabbing her by the hand.

“And finally filling the gap!” She agrees.

“And fill something else, too!” He sneers.

That smug smile back on his features.

“Pig!” She giggles, before he throws her on the bed, reaching her.

Blair doesn’t waste time and gets rid of his blue boxers.

“Actually, that night you had taken my boxers off on the sofa… but it’s not that I’m complaining!” He points out, chuckling.

Dan eagerly waits for her next move, but he’s rather puzzled when she makes him roll, with his belly against the mattress.

“Sorry, there’s something I have to do first.” She justifies, placing soft kisses on his nape, on his shoulders, caressing and gently scratching his smooth back, as she goes lower and lower.

He enjoys that kind of attention from her, until she does something unexpected.

“Woah, Blair! Did you just bite my ass cheek?” He jolts, turning to her, as the initial ache is replaced by a bigger pleasure.

“Correct. And I don’t regret it!” She grins satisfied.

It’s time for her to make his roll again, straddle him and take care of his front side, too.

“Wait. Are you planning bites … there, too?” He starts to worry.

She chuckles, as she starts caressing his penis.

“Relax, Dan, I’m not that sadistic!” She kisses him, as her second hand joins the first one.

“As long as you keep calling me that… you can do anything to me.” He smiles against her lips.

“Don’t tempt me, Dan!” She giggles, kissing him, as she intensifies her caresses and light scratches.

Her hand goes up and down with increasing quickness, while the others massages his balls, torturing Dan in the best way possible.

“Pleaseeee, stop it, Blair, I’m so clooose, and I don’t… cos I wanna.. ya know…” He babbles incoherently, his eyes closed, his teeth grazing his lower lip, his hair all messy.

Dan has never looked more beautiful to her.

“Don’t worry, Dan, I got you… and it’s what I want, too. And I don't like pleading twice!” She makes him chuckle.

He slowly enters her core, waiting for her reaction.

She spreads her thighs wider and grabs his shoulders welcoming every of his pushes and pressing herself more against his hardness.

“Just tell me, Dan, would you ever sell me for.. well, not a Hotel, but maybe for a Pulitzer?" She asks him as their rhythm increases.

“Nope, never, Blair. But I'd make you the star of one of my books. Maybe I already did…”

“You what?!” She jolts and this gives both even more pleasure.

“Hush. I promise I’ll tell you everything, but don’t ask questions now…” He pleads, kissing her.

They go on until Blair reaches the orgasm with his name on her lips and that’s all it takes to Dan to follow her in the same bliss.

“How did we dare to forget something like this?” She wonders in frustration, as they both recover, laying on the bed.

“Maybe it wasn’t as epic as it was this time, so it’s better if we forgot.” Dan mumbles.

“Well, the most important thing is that we got to remember this time.”

“Our first, unique and last, aware time.” Dan points out for her.

“Right. We had a mission, we successfully accomplished that and now it’s time for both of us to go back to our every day life.” She gets up, going to the living room to collect all of her clothes.

Dan wears his boxers and follows her.

“That’s what we had established at first, after all.” Dan sadly agrees as he grabs his jeans and shirt.

Blair just misses her coat, before she’s ready to leave.

And that’s what, even more sadly, Dan hands to her.

“Thanks.” She sighs, taking it, sort of reluctant. “Dan?”

“Yeah?” He enjoys hearing her calling his name one last time,  before coming back to be only ‘Humphrey’ once she leaves his loft.

“What if I told you that my every day life isn’t that great, after all?” She asks him, as she’s busy putting on the first side of her coat.

Dan doesn’t use any words to reply, he simply rushes to her and kisses her for a long time.

“Blair… are you really saying that…” He tentatively asks her, when he parts from her.

“I’m saying that I’ve been out of Gossip Girl’s radar for too long, now I’m ready to come back. So let’s go to MET, or MoMA, or at a literary circle. You pick the place, as long as people can see us together.” She suggests as she puts the other side of the coat on as well.

Because now leaving that loft has a different meaning. She can do that with him.

“So, no mental tricks to deny what happened, no schemes against me, no procedures to keep our relationship-or-whatever-it-is hidden to anyone?” He wonders, amazed.

She nods, giving him a peck on his nose.

“I guess your ice is melting as well!” He smiles at her, grabbing his coat.

“So far I tried getting together with the girl of my dreams and it didn’t work.” Dan starts as they walk through the streets, hand in hand. “So I tried getting together with my long-time best friend and it didn’t work, either. What if getting together with my enemy or former enemy would be the solution?”

‘There’s only a way to find out, Dan. We just have to try and see where it will take us… and this time we’re  not even drunk!” She winks at him. “Although I wouldn’t mind trying the new drinking game in a New York pub.”

“Consider it already done.” He assures, with a short kiss.

“Good. And... Dan?”

He could listen to her calling him by his name for ages.

“Yes, Blair?” He hums, pleased.

“We also need to get a deck of sex card games!” She astonishes him.

“Sure, as long as you don’t want to play at that in a public pub as well!” He makes her laugh, kissing her.

“Uh. And… Humphrey?” She adds when they part.

Dan can’t help noticing that her tone is a bit colder now.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t think I have forgotten what you told me before. If there’s really a book about me, I wanna know everything!”

Dan chuckles and nods.

- Telling you about the book will probably be the easiest part. It’s the secret about who I am that worries me quite a bit more. But there will be time for that. One step at a time. -

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THE END