Fic: I Love The Way You Do That Thing (Part II)
Couple: Dan/Blair
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any of its characters.
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part I
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It's the way she helps with dinner.
Okay, so she doesn't really help help with dinner. Dan does 99% of the cooking.
She sets the table, pours the wine, turns on the music, lowers the lights, and just watches him prepare the meal.
But some nights-the best nights-when he's cooking, she'll walk up behind him at the stove and wrap her arms around him, resting her head against his back for minutes at a time.
It's such a simple gesture, but he finds is oddly sexy. Like...she can't keep her hands off of him for the short time it takes to make dinner.
And this is helpful.
Because it ends with him scratching a part of the meal, or keeping their conversation light and short on purpose because the faster they're done eating, the faster he can peel away her clothes and ravish her body.
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.
.
It's the way he makes her lunch.
(On the days she does bring lunch to work.)
It's quite ridiculous, really, because she's the Fashion Director of Elle magazine and she shouldn't be brown-bagging it.
He brings her back to his roots. This is what's inside:
A half a sandwich (he makes sure to take off the crust), a small salad (he makes a smiley face out of the tomatoes), and a water bottle. It's both incredibly embarrassing and insanely romantic.
And so it usually ends with her counting down the minutes until her lunch hour, because he always leaves a note-written on her napkin, of course-that says something like: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I don't want to spend a day of my life without you.
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.
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It's the way she buys all his books.
She seriously put in an order to buy 500 Insides and had them shipped to their house.
It goes further than that, though. Every time they go in a bookstore, whether they're in Manhattan or outside of New York, she always buys a copy. When he asks her why, she simply replies, Why wouldn't I?
She gives them away to every guest who visits them; like party favors without the party.
But it always ends with him doing the same exact thing for her. He routinely buys every issue of Elle that is published under her watch, and whenever she writes a special article or has an exclusive interview in an issue, he has it laminated and bound into an ever-growing book.
.
.
.
It's the way he warms her up.
Not just her heart...because gosh he warms that up all the time.
But her hands and feet.
Each night, when they go to bed, her hands and feet get so cold, she can't fall asleep.
He flinches every night when she touches her skin to his, the shock of it running straight up his body. A complaint is on his lips every time, but he never ever voices it.
It usually ends with him tucking her feet under his feet, curling her hands in his hands, and whispering things like we should just buy you some gloves, baby, because I may be too hot to handle in his giggling wife's ear.
.
.
.
It's the way she tells him goodbye in the morning.
Every day they wake together, dress together, and eat together. When she's reading the paper, he'll steal the crossword; when she's out of coffee, she'll steal his own.
Most days, after he's stepped out of the shower all wet and partially covered with a towel and looking so irresistible she can barely see straight, she'll push him back on the bed and have her way with him.
He's so fucking sexy she debates quitting her job-just so she can stay home with him.
So it usually ends with her saying I'll see you at four (or five, or three, or another specific time); because if she just says I'll see you later, "later" sounds much too far away, and she doesn't think she'll make it through the day.
.
.
.
It's the way he pulls the sheets back.
They usually go to bed together every night.
(She would feel guilty for rousing him to warm her up after he'd already fallen asleep.)
But every so often-on the days he stays up late writing-the next day he's so exhausted he can barely make it past dinner.
Even when he retires early, he never fails to pull the comforter back for her-a gesture that never fails to make her smile.
So it always ends with her going to bed earlier than planned, because his folding-back-of-the-covers is an invitation she can never seem to pass up. And, well, she just misses him.
.
.
.
It's the way she argues hour after hour after hour with him.
Not about the best film in French cinema or the greatest writer who ever existed.
No.
She will argue for days on end to prove one thing: that she loves him more.
It's quite ridiculous, really, because they both know he's loved her the longest. And has put up with her crazy antics more. And lets her win more.
But it always ends with him surrendering, telling her that she's right: she loves him more.
(He does this because...well, he loves her more.)
.
.
.
It's the way he acts around kids-he turns into a kid himself.
She knows he was a dad to Milo, and knows he has a soft spot for children. But she continues to be caught off guard by his actions.
One time at a restaurant, their table was next to a family with a baby, and she caught him playing peek-a-boo with the little boy. She looked up to see Dan slyly hiding his face behind the menu before pulling it away quickly and causing the baby to erupt in a fit of giggles.
Another time, after watching a little girl trip in the park, he purposely tripped himself. His exaggerated groans stopped the girl's tears immediately, and Blair overheard him tell the child that now that they had matching scrapes on their knees, they were in a special club for the bravest people in the world.
She smiles whenever she thinks back to those moments.
And it usually ends with her daydreaming about their future family-but dreaming more about what Dan will be like as a dad than what their kids will look like.
.
.
.
It's the way she possesses his heart.
Because Blair Humphrey can be mighty possessive.
Whenever they're in public, she overuses the word "husband." Especially in front of other women.
(Like their wedding bands aren't enough of a signal that he's taken. Or the fact that his gaze never sways from her gorgeous face.)
But even in the comfort of their own home-their own room, their own bed-she still will lean over, kiss his lips, pull away, and say: "I like that you're my husband. I like that you're mine."
And it usually ends with him saying back, simply, "And I like that you're mine."
.
.
.
tbc
A/N: I'd love to hear your thoughts!
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any of its characters.
.
.
.
part I
.
It's the way she helps with dinner.
Okay, so she doesn't really help help with dinner. Dan does 99% of the cooking.
She sets the table, pours the wine, turns on the music, lowers the lights, and just watches him prepare the meal.
But some nights-the best nights-when he's cooking, she'll walk up behind him at the stove and wrap her arms around him, resting her head against his back for minutes at a time.
It's such a simple gesture, but he finds is oddly sexy. Like...she can't keep her hands off of him for the short time it takes to make dinner.
And this is helpful.
Because it ends with him scratching a part of the meal, or keeping their conversation light and short on purpose because the faster they're done eating, the faster he can peel away her clothes and ravish her body.
.
.
.
It's the way he makes her lunch.
(On the days she does bring lunch to work.)
It's quite ridiculous, really, because she's the Fashion Director of Elle magazine and she shouldn't be brown-bagging it.
He brings her back to his roots. This is what's inside:
A half a sandwich (he makes sure to take off the crust), a small salad (he makes a smiley face out of the tomatoes), and a water bottle. It's both incredibly embarrassing and insanely romantic.
And so it usually ends with her counting down the minutes until her lunch hour, because he always leaves a note-written on her napkin, of course-that says something like: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I don't want to spend a day of my life without you.
.
.
.
It's the way she buys all his books.
She seriously put in an order to buy 500 Insides and had them shipped to their house.
It goes further than that, though. Every time they go in a bookstore, whether they're in Manhattan or outside of New York, she always buys a copy. When he asks her why, she simply replies, Why wouldn't I?
She gives them away to every guest who visits them; like party favors without the party.
But it always ends with him doing the same exact thing for her. He routinely buys every issue of Elle that is published under her watch, and whenever she writes a special article or has an exclusive interview in an issue, he has it laminated and bound into an ever-growing book.
.
.
.
It's the way he warms her up.
Not just her heart...because gosh he warms that up all the time.
But her hands and feet.
Each night, when they go to bed, her hands and feet get so cold, she can't fall asleep.
He flinches every night when she touches her skin to his, the shock of it running straight up his body. A complaint is on his lips every time, but he never ever voices it.
It usually ends with him tucking her feet under his feet, curling her hands in his hands, and whispering things like we should just buy you some gloves, baby, because I may be too hot to handle in his giggling wife's ear.
.
.
.
It's the way she tells him goodbye in the morning.
Every day they wake together, dress together, and eat together. When she's reading the paper, he'll steal the crossword; when she's out of coffee, she'll steal his own.
Most days, after he's stepped out of the shower all wet and partially covered with a towel and looking so irresistible she can barely see straight, she'll push him back on the bed and have her way with him.
He's so fucking sexy she debates quitting her job-just so she can stay home with him.
So it usually ends with her saying I'll see you at four (or five, or three, or another specific time); because if she just says I'll see you later, "later" sounds much too far away, and she doesn't think she'll make it through the day.
.
.
.
It's the way he pulls the sheets back.
They usually go to bed together every night.
(She would feel guilty for rousing him to warm her up after he'd already fallen asleep.)
But every so often-on the days he stays up late writing-the next day he's so exhausted he can barely make it past dinner.
Even when he retires early, he never fails to pull the comforter back for her-a gesture that never fails to make her smile.
So it always ends with her going to bed earlier than planned, because his folding-back-of-the-covers is an invitation she can never seem to pass up. And, well, she just misses him.
.
.
.
It's the way she argues hour after hour after hour with him.
Not about the best film in French cinema or the greatest writer who ever existed.
No.
She will argue for days on end to prove one thing: that she loves him more.
It's quite ridiculous, really, because they both know he's loved her the longest. And has put up with her crazy antics more. And lets her win more.
But it always ends with him surrendering, telling her that she's right: she loves him more.
(He does this because...well, he loves her more.)
.
.
.
It's the way he acts around kids-he turns into a kid himself.
She knows he was a dad to Milo, and knows he has a soft spot for children. But she continues to be caught off guard by his actions.
One time at a restaurant, their table was next to a family with a baby, and she caught him playing peek-a-boo with the little boy. She looked up to see Dan slyly hiding his face behind the menu before pulling it away quickly and causing the baby to erupt in a fit of giggles.
Another time, after watching a little girl trip in the park, he purposely tripped himself. His exaggerated groans stopped the girl's tears immediately, and Blair overheard him tell the child that now that they had matching scrapes on their knees, they were in a special club for the bravest people in the world.
She smiles whenever she thinks back to those moments.
And it usually ends with her daydreaming about their future family-but dreaming more about what Dan will be like as a dad than what their kids will look like.
.
.
.
It's the way she possesses his heart.
Because Blair Humphrey can be mighty possessive.
Whenever they're in public, she overuses the word "husband." Especially in front of other women.
(Like their wedding bands aren't enough of a signal that he's taken. Or the fact that his gaze never sways from her gorgeous face.)
But even in the comfort of their own home-their own room, their own bed-she still will lean over, kiss his lips, pull away, and say: "I like that you're my husband. I like that you're mine."
And it usually ends with him saying back, simply, "And I like that you're mine."
.
.
.
tbc
A/N: I'd love to hear your thoughts!