Snow Burn

Snow Burn

As outside the snow storm breaks out, Blair snuggles closer to Dan, under the warm soft duvet of her bed.

“I guess I’ve never loved snow so much.” She sighs happily, as they both stare at the snow storm from the big window with the curtains drawn back.

“Uhm, let me guess, does your sudden love for snow have something to do with me being stuck here in New York, rather than starting the promotion of my new book around the States; because there’s no flight available, due to the storm?” He ventures to ask, as he caresses her shoulders.

“What? No way, who gave you this sick idea, you, Mr. Vanity? Everything isn’t always about you, Humphrey. I just happen to like snow. This year more than usual. By pure chance.” She plays hard to get.

“It was only an innocent observation.” He shrugs.

“Well, it’s a totally groundless observation!” Blair insists.

“There was the ground, before snow covered it, making everything as slippery as you, grasping at straws!” His biting remark is not long on coming.

“I’m not grasping at anything. Now I regret the plane that couldn’t take such a burden away from me!” She pretends to complain.

He pouts at her.

“Oh, really? Am I even a burden now?”

Of course, she cannot resist that oh so biteable pout.

“Oh yes you are, such a suffocating, unbearable burden…” She teases him among giggling and kisses.

“At least this time Alexandra can’t be mad at me like she was when I deliberately deserted all the book signings for ‘Inside’ because I was too disappointed by the few people coming.” He confesses.

“Well, well, Humphrey, I had no idea you were so picky…” She ruffles his hair.

“Hell yeah I am, I’m so picky that I didn’t settle for any girl, I just aimed for the best one ever.” He smirks, kissing her.

As they kiss, she shivers a bit more, searching for shelter inside his red and black lumberjack shirt, left open.

“My darling,no matter how sexy you’re in it, I don’t think such a cold night is made for this short black satin babydoll. Any plans to cover yourself a bit more?” He murmurs, a little concerned.

“Naaaah, it’s only all this snow watching that is making me feel cold. I just need some more heat. Maybe I should install a fireplace in my bedroom…”

“You don’t need any fireplace. I can make you feel very hot.”

Dan’s hand already reached the edge of Blair’s babydoll, discovering she’s not even wearing any panties.
One more reason to shiver.

Dan’s two fingers find their way inside Blair’s core and his hand is so warm that the intrusion can only be pleasant for her.
Especially when he starts moving his fingers the way he has learnt she likes it.
And Blair gives him full confirmation, pushing herself more and more against his palm.
Blair couldn’t state for sure what’s hotter: the third finger Dan has just added or the lustful way he’s staring at her, never losing eye-contact with her.

She reaches her first orgasm of that night, but it’s not enough.

“Dan…” She pleads.

He smirks, removing his hand and licking his fingers, something that almost gave Blair a second orgasm.

“Well, well, looks like someone now is very happy to have me here… with my burden.” He teases her, as he takes off his shirt and pulls the duvet away.

He’s starting to feel hot as well.

“I’m way too horny to argue over it with you.” She gives in, taking off his grey T-shirt, too, while he prefers leaving the babydoll on her, enjoying its silky caresses on his bare skin.

She pulls his boxers off and it doesn’t take long for her skillful hands to get her boyfriend ready for her.
Dan moans, biting his lips and the lustful light in his big, dark eyes is a clear invitation.
Blair doesn’t waste any more time and rides him, good and proper, until they both can’t take anymore and they almost feel that their bodies are on fire.

They rest for a while, laying down, shoulder against shoulder.

“We need more stormy nights like this.” Blair counters as Dan dresses again and she decides she needs at least her panties on.

“Yep, definitely the snow has a very funny effect on us.” He chuckles. “But I still think you should put on something more to sleep.”

“I have the duvet if I’m feeling cold later in the night.” She scoffs.

“Not even if I let you borrow my shirt?” He hands it to his girlfriend, deciding that he can remain with his T-shirt only.

Blair holds the soft shirt tight, before wearing it.

“Mm.. tempting. But I could decide I want to keep it and you’ll never get it back.”

Dan chuckles, reaching her under the covers.

“I’ll take the risk. It’s not the first time and something tells me it won’t be the last time either.”

“Goodnight, my beloved burden.” She gives him a peck on his lips, before he turns off the light.

“Goodnight, my beloved shirts-stealer.”

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“Wakey-wakey! Take a look outside!” An already fully dressed Blair wakes up a still sleeping Dan.

“Huh?”

That’s all he manages to say, still yawning.

“All the snow and freezing temperatures tonight created stalactites!” She rejoices, as happy as a kid, as she opens the big window to show him that.

“Yeah, they’re cool but this is not a good reason to freeze me in the process!” He whines, wrapping the duvet all around him.

And that’s when Blair recalls that her boyfriend still wears only a cotton T-shirt and his boxers.

“Uh, my bad!” She apologizes, rushing to her side of the bed. “Here, take this.” She hands him his shirt she kept folded under her pillow.

“Thank you.” He murmurs, warming up inside it, as she closes the window.

“It’s just a courtesy of me. By the end of the day you gotta give it back to me.” She informs him. “Now go to get ready for the day, I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

Once he’s ready, Dan reaches Blair, only to find her in great trouble.

“What are you doing?”

“Cooking. Or at least attempting to!” She snorts. “I just don’t get why everything keeps getting burned!”

“It happens when you put something on the highest flame possible, then you forget about its existence.” Dan explains, removing the forever ruined pan and its burnt content from the stove. “What was it supposed to be, by the way?”

“Fried eggs!” Blair whines.

“Why were you cooking in the first place?” He frowns.

“Because due to the snow storm Dorota didn’t manage to reach us. She's stuck with Vanya, and Heaven forbid they’re procreating the umpteenth baby right now!” She rolls her eyes.

“And what made you think you would manage to cook?” Dan keeps his interrogation, more and more amused.

“Well, I can make cakes, with Dorota’s help. Actually, a lot of Dorota’s help. So I assumed I could cook in general. I saw people do it so many times I thought: ‘Oh, c’mon, it can’t be that complicated!’” She bites her lips, disappointed.

Dan fumbles around among drawers and closets until he finds some new pans

“Okay, Princess, just sit down and let me do the job, since I happen to know how to cook.” He gently offers, opening the fridge. “What would you prefer?”

“Anything but waffles!” She makes him laugh.

“So what’s the plan for today?” He asks, as he prepares some scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes.

“Well, since it’s not snowing anymore and only the stations, the airports and the highways are blocked, why don’t we take a walk around? Snowy landscapes are so idyllic!" She suggests. “Maybe you could draw some new inspiration, too.”

“I already have my biggest source of inspiration. She’s right in front of me, she’s wearing a petrol green tartan dress, very French style, a string of white pearls, and she’s smiling at me.” He winks at her.

“She’s also thinking she’s such a lucky girl… for having a chef at her disposal. Nothing else!” She rushes to specify, making him chuckle, as he turns the umpteenth pancake and the bacon sizzles in another pan.

“Anyway, I agree about the walk; I’d also suggest we should stop by the Rockefeller Center; it’s been a while since I’ve skated.”

“I don’t know, Humphrey, do you really want me to humiliate you?”

“If I were you, Waldorf, I’d keep my mouth shut: you have never seen me on ice.” He challenges her as he adds some spices to the eggs.

“What better occasion than this to finally see you?” She smiles, walking closer to him, until she can rest her chin on his shoulder, peering at his cooking. “About what you said before, if I were you, I’d do other more interesting activities with my mouth than keeping it shut.”

One second later, Dan is kissing her, first sweetly, then more demanding, but he parts from her just in time to turn the eggs.

“Not every chef can cook so well with such a level of distraction,” He smirks at her. “So, as you wait for me to finish, why don’t you go get your L’Occitane Shampoo?”

“Huh?” She frowns.

“Well, since I’ve cooked, you’re gonna wash the dishes!”

“Well, unless we’re going to drink wine during breakfast, dish soap will be enough. The shampoo is only for Riedel.But I’m impressed that you remember that.” She smiles.

“Trust me, it’s not a detail so easy to forget.” He smiles, turning off the stoves and getting ready to serve breakfast.

And Dan proves to be a good cook for real; but Blair would rather bite her tongue than admit it to Dan.
However to him seeing the way she's enjoying the food it's a more than an eloquent feedback.

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The sidewalks have been cleaned, but they’re still a bit slippery, that’s why they take slow steps and Blair holds tight to Dan’s arm.

“There’s so much snow all around that we could both make a snowman. I could create yours; making it wear one of your headbands or hold a bunch of peonies.”

“Sweet. But replace the headbands with a tiara, please.” She strikes back. “And if I have to create yours, it would hold one of your pompous awards and wear one of your shoddy shirts.”

“Oh! Since my shirt is so shoddy, I guess you should have no interest in getting it back tonight…” He acts insulted.

“Don’t even joke about that, Humphrey, now that shirt belongs to me!” She scoffs, making him smile.

“I wonder if I should start stealing one of your headbands…”

“Oh, please, they would self-ignite the moment they touch your jungly hair!”

“Could you just please make a slight effort to say something nice to me, at least sometimes?” He rolls his eyes.

“Sure, I could… but then it wouldn’t be me, my love!” She wrinkles her nose, before kissing him.

“Last night was so freezing that it left stalactites everywhere, even dripping from gates and trees!” She rejoices, once they part, as she takes a look around.

“Right, speaking of freezing… “ Dan opens his bag, taking the thermos he previously filled with hot tea. “Let’s have a cup of this, to keep warm.”

“Thank you, honey.” She takes the cup from him. “See? I can say nice things, once in a while.”

“You know what? It’s odd to see you so thrilled about the stalactites.” Dan observes, as they're sipping the tea.

“You’re right. There’s more behind that, it’s not just a pretty pointy piece of ice hanging from the surface. It’s bound to a memory.” She replies, as she ponders if she should open up with him.

She finally decides she should.

“When I was a child and it snowed, Dad used to collect one or more of those stalactites. He put them in a plastic glass, filled it with mint, orxata, tamarind or whatever else syrup and ta-dan, that’s how I got my oh so special popsicle and it was so tasty, nothing like the pale, lame, commercial ones…”

Dan smiles at her, right before placing the cup on the ground, in order to cup her face and kiss her, slowly, as tender as that anecdote she has just shared with him.

“Do you miss him?” He asks her once they part.

“Of course I do. Don’t get me wrong, Cyrus is wonderful, but…”

“But he’s not your dad. I know, you don’t have to feel guilty about it.”

“You know, there are some days I don’t even remember what happened, I wake up and go to the kitchen or in the living room, sure that I can find Dad there, but then I recall he’s so far away…” She sighs, finding comfort in Dan’s hug.

“I know. I felt the same way after the first months mom left us…” He confesses and she squeezes his hand. “You know what? We should take a trip to Paris. So I can meet your father, as your boyfriend.”

“He already knows.”

“Really?” Dan beams.

“I mean, he doesn’t know yet that it’s you, but he has already figured out on his own that there’s someone special in my life now.” She points out.

“Please, Blair, tell me more about it.”

“Dad paid me a visit a few months ago, you were out of town. But he just looked at me and said something like: ‘No stress. No signs of bad sleeping. No weight loss. No shadows of sadness in your eyes. Who is he? Who is this guy who is making you feel so good? Surely it can’t be Chuck.’.”

“You’re making me feel dizzy with all these compliments.” Dan grins. “Now I’m even more eager to meet your father.”

“Time to time, honey.” Blair smiles at him, before walking closer to a gate and taking a stalactite from its iron grates. “Dan…”

“Yes?”

Blair now is not smiling anymore, as the point of the stalactite she is holding in her glove softly presses Dan’s throat.

“If that chatty, gossip addicted friend of yours dares to post a blast about this weak moment of mine, I swear I'm going to pierce you from side to side!”

Dan chuckles, then wraps her hand, pulling the stalactites away.

“Don’t worry. That’s not gonna happen. Gossip Girl is hungry for your scandals, your schemes, your evil-dictator-of-taste attitude; certainly not for a window on how beautiful your soul is. That’s something only I, just as Dan, am focused on.”

“Awww. No wonder if after that you managed to melt down all the stalactites around. Certainly you did with the one in my heart, a long time ago. I love you, Dan Humphrey.” She smiles sweetly at him, before kissing him.

“And I love you, Blair Waldorf.” He smiles against her lips, before deepening the kiss.

“However, all of this could be precious material for a new book. Think about it: there’s this girl and there’s a guy who thinks she is as beautiful as cold-heartened. But then he starts to notice that whenever there’s snow, paradoxically her heart seems to get warmer and he figures out he had always had the wrong impression about her. He grows to like her more and more, until he becomes aware he’s irretrievably in love with her. Probably he has always been.” He murmurs, as he caresses her hair, careful not to remove her white French beret.

“I wonder how the girl feels about this boy.” She toys with his scarf.

“Well, you’ll have to read it to find out!” He sticks his tongue out at her.

“You’re so impossible!” She laughs. “However, it sounds like a slow burn.”

“Mm, yeah, a lot of it.” He nods.

“And there’s snow.”

“Yes…”

“I guess I’ve just found the perfect title for your potential new book.”

“Huh? Oh no, Blair, please don’t say it…” he grimaces.

“‘Snow burn’!” She giggles.

“And that’s why between us, my love, I’m the writer and you’re the muse!”

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THE END