Storm of pleasure

Storm of pleasure

“This day is going to suck from the beginning to the end!” Blair scoffs, closing the laptop she’s holding on her crossed legs, as she sits on the bed.

The tone of her voice, the abrupt gesture, and maybe even the fact that she threw the closed laptop on Dan’s chest wakes her boyfriend up.

“Ouch! What happened to the ‘good morning, my love’ kiss?” He complains, sitting up.

“Traitors don’t get anything like that!” She snaps, getting up from the bed.

“Okay, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you!” Dan scoffs, insulted, as he follows her example, but he also goes to the bathroom, getting ready for the day.

“In which way would I be a traitor?” He returns to the topic, once he’s done, as he buttons up his shirt.

His hair is still freshly showered.

“Didn’t you pretend you hadn’t heard?” Blair strikes back.

Dan glares at her, as he puts on his jacket, too.

“Well, to answer your question, this is a perfect start to being a traitor!” She grumbles, taking his already packed bag and dragging it to the threshold.

“See? This way I don’t have to go back to my place, which means more time to spend with you.” He smirks, leaning closer to her, but ends up kissing the ID document she draws from his bag’s external pocket.

“If you didn’t have to leave, there would be plenty of time to spend with me!” She holds it against him.

“Blair, I’m not going on a fun trip, it’s work. It’s my job!” Dan tries to reason with her.

“Well. You weren’t supposed to be so quick to finish your new book and have it already published!” She growls, throwing a pillow that he dodges in time, as he steps closer to her.

“And you weren’t supposed to make me feel so good and inspired that I could finish it with so little effort!” He murmurs, bending on her, but also keeping her wrists blocked, before she can grab anything else as a barrier between them.

He kisses her and she surrenders to him, pretty soon.

“Mm.. nice, but don’t forget I’m still very mad at you!” She retorts, parting from him.

“So mad you won’t come along to the airport?” He pouts.

“And miss the opportunity of saying goodbye to you, ‘Casablanca’ style?”

Dan chuckles.

“Blair. You know that I just have to take a flight to Boston and I'll be back in five days. Right?”

His girlfriend tugs his collar shirt.

“Don’t you dare spoil the cinematographic drama, Humphrey!”

“Too bad I left my Humphrey Bogart hat at home.”

“Liar; you don’t have any Humphrey Bogart hat.”

-And now I know what to buy to you for Christmas!-

“However, ‘Casablanca’ style or not, we’re going to be late if we don’t hurry up. I’m still wearing my pajamas!” Blair notices, heading towards the bathroom.

Dan takes advantage of that to take his bag downstairs

“Quick, Lonely Boy, come here!” Dorota calls him in a whisper.

Dan obeys, questioning her with his look.

“I only have the time that Miss Blair’s shower will take for this. Let’s go in the kitchen, I made your favourite eggs and toasted bread with your favourite jam. Miss Blair is so mad at you that she won’t allow you to eat breakfast with her, but I can’t allow you to face a flight empty-bellied.” The domestic winks at him.

“Thank you, Dorota, I didn’t know I had a second mother.” Dan starts to eat, but notices how Dorota is glaring at him. “Or rather a caring, very young big sister.”

“That’s better.” She grins as he takes the first forkful of overeasy egg. “Now eat fast, I’ll have to trash the evidence before she arrives.”

“Do you have any idea why she’s so … I don’t know how to say it correctly… Pretty much impossible?” Dan dares to ask, as he keeps eating.

“Didn’t you check the weather forecast? You’re lucky that you’re leaving on such a sunny day, but tonight they say there’s a thunderstorm coming. A very violent one.” Dorota informs him.

“Oh. Now everything makes sense.” Dan acknowledges. “That’s what she was checking this morning on her laptop.”

If Dan has learned something more about Blair in these few months together is that stormy nights scare the hell out of her.

“And I’m leaving her alone, facing this, of course she’s so pissed off!” He figures out, smearing the jam on the bread.

“Well, it’s not that you can predict weather weeks before making plans.” Dorota justifies him.

“And I can’t even make a change in my plans. I can’t skip not even a book signing session this time, otherwise my Publishing House will destroy me…” Dan grumbles, as he finishes eating. “But I could…”

“You could what, Lonely Boy?” Dorota asks him, great expectations in her eyes.

Dan smirks.

“Dorota, will you do a little favour to me?”

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About ten minutes later, when every trace of Dan’s food has been cleaned, Blair reaches him in the kitchen.

“Woah! If you are trying to make it harder and harder for me to leave you, mission accomplished!” Dan welcomes her, admiring Blair in her ruffled layered watercolor effect long dress, where green mint and creamy melt in perfect harmony.

To complete her flawless outfit, there’s a very Ingrid Bergman style hat that she’s holding in her hand.

“But you’re leaving anyway, so there's no chance your words can butter me up.” She retorts, sitting at the table and grabbing a slice of toasted bread. “And speaking of butter, now I’ll have breakfast; you’re allowed to sit here and watch.”

“Oh, your cruelty is limitless.” Dan pretends to complain, his Drama Queen attitude at its greatest extent.

Hidden from Blair, Dan and Dorota exchange an understanding gaze.

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“It amazes me how there's the fast track, but not the traitors one; otherwise you’d be already inside the airplane!” Blair grumbles, as they're waiting for the gate number to appear on the screen.

“Ah-ah, very funny.” Dan rolls his eyes. “Would you mind change this leitmotiv, at least for half an hour?”

“I’m afraid I can’t, especially if I consider you a traitor twice.” She retorts.

“Twice?” He frowns.

“Yeah. Weren’t we supposed to grow together in our relationship? Then how do you dare have so much success, so fast, leaving me so far behind?” She groans.

Once again, she’s exposing all her insecurities to him.

“Oh, Blair.” Dan murmurs, hugging her tight. “You’re my Muse. My success is yours, as well.”

“But I can’t get content with a success by extension, I need to shine on my own!” She protests, her face hidden in the crook of his neck.

He puts his hands on her shoulders and pushes her a little, for her to look directly at him.

“And you will, my love. The moment you figure out what you really want and go straight for it; no one will stand a chance.” He assures her. “You’re going to conquer it all.”

“Do you really think so?” Blair wonders, her eyes a little teary.

“I’m sure, as I’m sure that that moment is getting closer and closer.” He smiles sweetly at her, fixing her hat on her head better.

“Maybe you’re right, I just need to find my way.” She smiles back.

“Don’t forget you’ve been a Princess; that’s worthy of taking a whole year off!” He makes her laugh.

“And please note how more mature I became about the whole matter; to begin with I didn’t steal your ID from your bag.” She makes him laugh. “Neither did I make any phone call to your signing location in Boston, calling in a bomb threat to alert security.”

“Oh, I’m more and more impressed.” He chuckles. “And you won’t throw a fit if the press publishes an article that praises my newest work, right?”

“Right.” She chews on her lips. “But the article should first focus on the fact that you’re a traitor, still wanting to leave me even after I confessed how bad I’m feeling about it.”

- Not to mention the thunderstorm that’s approaching!- She adds in her mind.

“But… I’ve also comforted you about it and cheered you up.” Dan makes her notice.

“Yeah, but I guess that former Princesses get the right to remain moody as much as they please!” She glares at him. “Which doesn’t mean I’m not gonna spend as much time as possible with my boyfriend. I don’t regret asking in advance for that gate pass.”

“There’s no mood of yours that can’t prevent me from enjoying your company.” He grins.

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According to Blair’s plans, their ‘see ya soon’ kiss before the boarding moment has been so iconic that it could shame many modern and classic Hollywood romcoms.
Her hat probably made the difference.

And as Blair watches from the big windows of the gate the airplane flying high in the sky, knowing it’s Dan’s, she can’t help sighing unhappily.

She finds some sort of consolation in booking a whole afternoon in her favorite spa.

She really needs to cuddle herself.

However, all the relaxation she manages to channel during that afternoon instantly fades away with the first thunder of that night.

She’s alone in her bedroom, trying to bury her head under the pillows, but it’s not working.

Fearing that she could get stuck outside in the middle of the storm, Blair preferred to remain home all night long.
After all, she couldn't have foreseen that the thunderstorm would begin just a little after midnight.

She tries to distract herself watching a movie, reading a book, listening to music, but nothing seems to work.

- Maybe some lavender tea will do the miracle. - She decides, going downstairs.

That’s when she hears some strange, disquieting noises coming from the front door.

She knows her house so well that she can easily move in the almost complete dark.

“Get the hell out of my house!” She snaps.

“Blair, calm down, it’s me!” Dan pleads, as a lighting lights his face up.

“Dan?” She narrows her eyes at him, turning the lights on in the process.

“Yep, it’s me. So, please, can you put that tea strainer down?” He replies. “Oh, wait, in which world is that supposed to be a weapon?”

But she’s still too shocked to notice his usual sarcasm.

“Dan?” Blair asks him once more.

- I should have read the box better; maybe lavender tea can cause hallucinations… -

Right at that moment, a very violent thunder makes her yelp.

Dan rushes to her.

“Yeah, I’m here, my love. Dorota told me about the storm, and also gave me a copy of the keys. I just couldn’t let you face all this alone.” He explains, holding her in his arms.

“I was alone, indeed. My mother and Cyrus left yesterday for their umpteenth holiday together. Dorota is with Vanya, taking care of their babies…”

“I knew that, too. One more reason to be here with you.” Dan nods.

“And, despite the heart attack I was about to have at the beginning, when I caught a glimpse of you getting in, in such a furtive way; I really appreciate this surprise, honey, but…” she mumbles, parting from him. “You’re drenched to the bone!”

“That’s what happens when you get off the cab halfway through, because due to the traffic it’s taking too long, and you run outside in the middle of the storm.”

Blair stares at him, very impressed.

“Oh. Come with me, before you catch the flu.” She brings him upstairs in her bedroom.

“I just wonder…how? Weren’t you supposed to have your fansign in Boston?” She asks him as she helps him get rid of his drenched coat and jacket.

“And I did; and hundreds of people came to me, not just a few dozen, like last time.“ He gloats, still very thrilled. “So I made my Publishing House happy and after the meeting I was free to do whatever I wanted, such as coming back to you.” He smiles, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Just how? Due to the weather there is no flight available to or from New York…” Blair makes him notice as she takes his clean clothes.

“And there was none, indeed; but, lucky for us, trains are the only few things who don’t stop working on rainy, stormy days; so I just needed a cab to take me to Massachusetts where there’s a train heading here in a little more than three hours.” He astonishes her with his answer.

“You’re crazy!” She tries to reproach him, but the truth is that she can’t help smiling at him.

“Yeah. For you.” He displays a crooked smile, before kissing her shortly. “Now, do you want to join me in the shower or prefer to wait in your room, among lightning, flashes, harsh wind and thunder?” 

As he’s finishing his rhetorical question a thunder rumbles, making Blair take her clothes off in record time and follow Dan on the shower who’s big enough for two.

Once Dan adjusts the water at the right temperature, they both stay under the fixed shower head, as they kiss, Blair arms wrapped around his neck as he gently holds her waist.

Blair stretches her hand long enough to grab the L’Occitane Almond shower oil.
She puts some on her and Dan’s hands and then both smear it on each other’s body, with slow, sensual caresses.

When Blair’s hand reaches Dan’s lap, it goes on without saying that he’s already enjoying those attentions a lot.

A thunder, a bit more violent than the others, abruptly breaks that idyllic moment.

Blair jolts, standing on her tiptoes, and being so close to Dan the consequence can be one only.

“Oh.” escapes from Dan’s lips.

“I’m sorry.” Blair murmurs, sheepishly.

“Oh, c’mon, Blair, are you really apologizing?” Dan chuckles, holding her closer and enjoying the sensation of being within her as if it was the first time.

“Mm.. I am not, really. I’ll tell you more. I guess I’m finding something pleasant about thunderstorms…” She moans, kissing him as she welcomes his increasing thrusts.

“I love you!” Blair exclaims, reaching her first orgasm of that night.

Dan chuckles.

“What?” Blair glances at him, with curiosity as they part.

“You said it the first time during fireworks and the second time now, during the roar of thunder… You have the tendency to say that only when I can’t fully hear you.”

“But I’m saying that and I mean it. Isn’t it enough?” She strikes back.

Dan smiles oh so sweetly, staring at her with the most loved-up glance ever.

“Of course it is, my love.” He whispers, pulling her closer. “More than you could ever guess.”

And then his lips are glued to hers for the umpteenth time.

“About your fear of the thunderstorm…  This triggers in me an idea to help you. Something a little whimsy but I’m sure it could work.” He whispers in her ear, mysteriously.

“Oh. I like whimsy. Tell me more.” She urges him.

“Let’s finish our shower first.” He suggests.

Once they’re clean and dry, both wearing a bathrobe and Blair with a towel wrapped around her head, as a turban, they move on her bed.

Outside, the violent storm shows no sign of abating and Blair keeps staring at the window, scared.

Dan places his index under Blair’s chin, for her to look at him.

“Blair, my love, don’t focus so much on the storm.” He advises her.

She scoffs.

“Yeah, right, brilliant! Don’t focus on the storm. How did I not think about it before?” She resorts to all her bitter sarcasm. “Oh!”

Dan undid the belt of her bathrobe while she was busy talking, and now his hand is caressing her vagina, his fingertips softly massaging that oh sensitive spot.
No intrusion yet.

“Focus instead on all the pleasure I’m going to give to you,” Dan goes on, his voice so soothing, his caresses so delicate, so patient.

“Mm…” She starts relaxing.

“And on the pleasure you’re going to give me.” Dan adds, using his free hand to take Blair’s one and bringing it onto the belt of his bathrobe.

“Oh. Do you mean at the same time?” She asks him as she undoes his belt.

Dan just nods.

“But… we have never done such a thing before…” She makes him notice, as her hand is already awakening his resting cock.

“I do know. What’s more perfect than a wild, stormy night to try?” He winks at her as his hands trace her inner thighs.

Blair bits her lower lip as she cups his cock in a fist, feeling it getting immediately hard for her.

At the same moment Dan inserts his middle finger inside her, slowly, exploring.

Her hand starts to slowly move up and down, drawing a low moan out of Dan’ lips.

His finger pushes inside her and out, constantly, increasing the rhythm, before adding his index.

“Oh god, Dan, don’t stoooop….” Blair pleads, her other hand taking good care of his balls, too.

“Only if you dooon’t stop.” He jolts, enjoying all the sensations.

Their eyes locked, both studying the powerful effect they have on each other.

“Can you still hear the thunderings, Blair?” He asks her,as he pants,  inserting his ring finger, too.

“Whiiiiich thunderings?” Blair replies, shamelessly climaxing.

Dan smiles triumphal.

Even more when her skillful hands make him come as well.

They both pant for a while, before kissing, so needy, so hungry.

“I love you, Blair.” He murmurs against her lips, making her smile wider.

They rest for a while, tenderly cuddling.

They fall asleep like that, without even realizing it.

It’s Blair who wakes up first, around sunrise.

She stirs, in a way that wakes up Dan as well.

He smiles at her, keeping silent.

“You know, Dan, Chuck didn’t want me around during thunderstorms…” she decides to confess, as she plays with his hair.

“Really?” He frowns, caressing her legs.

“Yeah, he said he couldn’t stand that too weak, childish side of me; surely not worthy of the strong woman the mighty Chuck Bass needed by his side…” she grumbles.

“I can’t find any remedy to Chuck’s stupidity, but surely I’ve just found one more reason to love thunderstorms.” He chuckles, kissing her temple.

 “I found one reason to start to like thunderstorms a bit more, especially how we managed to turn it into a storm of pleasure.” She kisses him.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Dan recalls something, getting up from the bed.

“What?” Blair wonders, as she observes him reaching his bag.

“When I was at the Boston Duty Free, I saw something that instantly made me think of you.” He hands her a little package.

“Aww. A gift.” She beams.

“You keep saying you still have to find your way…” He explains, as she opens it.

“So… you’ve bought me a compass.” She giggles, as she stares at the round, silver object in her hand.

“I know, it’s stupid, but it’s just a little thing to make you smile…” He shrugs, sheepishly.

“Can you hear outside? The storm is over now. No more noises covering my voice…” She winks at him, filling him with expectations. “I love you, Dan Humphrey. I may still have to figure out which my way is, but I know for sure with whom I want to walk it with.”

“Oh, Blair.” He bends on her, kissing her.

“Now I can head towards my train a lot happier.” He smiles, as he starts to dress.

“Oh. So are you already leaving?”

“Well, if I catch the next train I can still be on time on my schedule and reach Worcester in the afternoon.” He explains.

“So, which are the next stages of your book signings?” Blair asks him casually, getting up from the bed as well.

“After Worcester, Springfield, Hartford and Providence… Why?”

“Because, all of a sudden these places sound so much more appealing than all the events I could take part in here… Worcester included.” She reveals, before going to the bathroom to dry her hair better.

Dan’s face lights up.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I’m saying that you should buy two train tickets and help me pack my stuff as I’m getting ready here…” Blair winks at him, as she combs her hair.

“Alright. And Blair?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve checked the weather forecast over there and it’s gonna be all sunny and cloudless.” Dan informs her, as he takes her rolling suitcase.

“Good to know,” She pokes her head out of the door. “But we can always pretend there’s a thunderstorm!”

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THE END