Contact High- Dan/Blair
title | Contact High
chapter | 1/1
rating | PG
characters/pairings | Dan X Blair
summary |"his low quality material is surprisingly soft." She looked oddly intrigued with it and it made him take a gulp.
notes|This is not betad all mistakes are my own. which i am aware might be a lot. I just cant help myself I tend to be hardcore dair trash...
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He spots it in his peripheral vision the tangle of smoke losing thickness in the air the streams growing thin. If he was honest, he had smelled it first the strong ,earthy, fresh and according to chuck the best green you can get on the upper east side. The joint wasn’t even a third of the way finished tip gone but that was about it. He looked at it now it had his full attention it just seemed wasteful so when curiosity was to much to fight he reached out took it between his fingers holding the edge carefully as to not drop it. With one last brave gasp he put his mouth to the end and inhales hard and suddenly his coughing and his lungs feel like they are bursting. He regains himself after a few minutes and looks at the joint in his hand cautiously and decides his already gone this far. so smokes a few more puffs a little more gently and he can feel a little heavy by the time his putting it down he decide the floor looks more comfortable and he remembers his in Waldorf's house sneaking around once again.
He thinks he doesn’t mind as much as he should in fact he sort of likes the idea of Blair being his secret. Or Blair having him for one. His feet had sort of led him to the Waldorf home and is not surprised to bump into Chuck on the way off the elevator. Chuck gives his usual snide Humphrey and he can tell he isn't threaten by him and it sort of unnerves him and maybe that is how he ends up here. Looking into the vastness of the Waldorf home and for the first time he notices the room atmosphere its litely lit and dim and he finds it comforting so he lets his back relax against the couch and that is when he hears her.
"Humphrey." she puffs making him smile a large goofy smile that might be a clear signal of the content running through his blood stream. A medicinal strong herb and mix of hormones along with the great empathy he tends to share with her. And his thoughts flow towards her hair seems awfully soft he really had not thought of it to much or had try not to anyways, thou now he can't help himself. She must of course notice because she is looking at him intently her eyes darting back and forth and suddenly she spots it half a joint still lit on the marble of her countertop and her eyes go wide with realization and its really unexpected how she just starts to giggle.
"well Humphrey you really are full of surprises." she says matter of factly.
" you might as well give up Waldorf." he raises his eyebrows and his smile widens. "you just can't figure me out." letting his head fall and maybe looks at her from under his eyelashes. She looks so soft he cant help himself and lets his eye wonder lingering on her warm tan slightly golden and he can imagine running his hands slightly along it . She seems to radiate heat just by her indifference it makes something deep inside his gut fill with warmth and nostalgia he wants to latch on.
"aint that the truth." she sits on the couch next to him when he lets his head fall into the couch she is there above him, she looks sort of angelic due to the hazyness of the lights. and he can feel the plush of his sweater rubbing against her knee. "your high." she states but doesn’t pull away and grabs what is left of the joint and takes a hard hit and she looks almost awkward in her green silky dress her eyes shut and her bodies stiffens and she starts coughing frantically he can't help himself and laughs,laughs so hard his insides hurt he finally catches his breath in the middle of her second hit. She throws him a death glare he spots it.
" I thought you be a natural." he admits
" I have no intention of becoming a high class stoner." she says and passes him the joint there fingers brush against each other it sends a little jolt up his spine, his been slowly adjusting to the feeling of their bodies touching on a more regular basis .
"So why are you doing it now." he takes it from her and takes the hit. he asked curiously because it does not make sense, she smart she knows better. So does he to be truthful he is already to relaxed for his comfort thou he decides to go with it.
"I thought of leveling the playing field." she smiles at him eyes glossy and wide smile. " Also it seemed wasteful." he hears her words echo his thoughts and for a moment he wants to kiss her so badly. It's just a moment but it's enough for the thought stick. and he feels her sink in next to him shoulder to shoulder on the alabaster floor and he sort of surprised she is this close to him. And it feels strangely intimate and he shifts his shoulders rub against her skin just below the thin green straps that hold her dress together and he thinks the deep green highlights they suits her skin.
"It really did." He nods and is sort of stuck in thought when he feels it. Her fingers on his sweater just very slightly stroking it making it furl under the fingertips.
"This low quality material is surprisingly soft." She looked oddly intrigued with it and it made him take a gulp. The clear signal of her high makes him smile.
"Something's gotta keep me warm in the cold streets of Brooklyn." But he doesn’t look away from her fingertip on the hemline of his sweater.
"Makes sense." She doesn’t argue and it throws him off but the weed sort of making him follow her sweet channel5 and he finds himself leaning in.
"Of course it can't make up for that terrible off white beige. " It takes Dan a moment to and she isn't looking at him just lets go of his sweater with a slight tug and turns around and her chestnut hair looking perfectly velvety and self consciously steps back and suggest sleepless in Seattle for tonight's movie. She agrees excusing his earlier behavior and it must be the high because he leans in anyways and captures her lips pressing his own firmly against her so she won't mistake it for anything other than it is. His not sure weather the tingles in his skin are ever going to fade as he pulls back. She seems stunned a bit her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted and it must be her high because he swears he feels her knuckles brush against the back of his skin sending electric signals to his brain he can't seem to ignore. Nothing more is said about it as the movie is inserted and for most of the movie while tom hanks slowly grieves over loss of his wife Blair's hand brushes the back of his own knuckles and she must be getting used to his touch as well because she leans into his shoulder her head resting there. They seem to relax into each other the high wearing off slowly her thumb making the frequent journey from his thumb knuckle to his wrist. The night goes on like this electricity in the air with the ever present lightness they seem to bring to each other and and the strong smell of herb in the air. She shift slight on his shoulder so that she is looking directly at him and he can feel her eyes over his cheek and he turns to meet them. Her eyebrows knot together in concentration. He is about to ask what it is. He is at the end of his high and he slowly coming back down and he slightly squirms under her glare. Thou suddenly her hands clutch in his sweater and she is pulling him in all teeth and tongue. He gasp into her but immediately responds letting his lips part and her tongue meeting his and the contact high is heavenly and he melts into her. As she pushes her body flush against his he groans or whimpers his not sure. Thou he has never been more grateful for Chuck wasteful tendencies.
chapter | 1/1
rating | PG
characters/pairings | Dan X Blair
summary |"his low quality material is surprisingly soft." She looked oddly intrigued with it and it made him take a gulp.
notes|This is not betad all mistakes are my own. which i am aware might be a lot. I just cant help myself I tend to be hardcore dair trash...
*******
He spots it in his peripheral vision the tangle of smoke losing thickness in the air the streams growing thin. If he was honest, he had smelled it first the strong ,earthy, fresh and according to chuck the best green you can get on the upper east side. The joint wasn’t even a third of the way finished tip gone but that was about it. He looked at it now it had his full attention it just seemed wasteful so when curiosity was to much to fight he reached out took it between his fingers holding the edge carefully as to not drop it. With one last brave gasp he put his mouth to the end and inhales hard and suddenly his coughing and his lungs feel like they are bursting. He regains himself after a few minutes and looks at the joint in his hand cautiously and decides his already gone this far. so smokes a few more puffs a little more gently and he can feel a little heavy by the time his putting it down he decide the floor looks more comfortable and he remembers his in Waldorf's house sneaking around once again.
He thinks he doesn’t mind as much as he should in fact he sort of likes the idea of Blair being his secret. Or Blair having him for one. His feet had sort of led him to the Waldorf home and is not surprised to bump into Chuck on the way off the elevator. Chuck gives his usual snide Humphrey and he can tell he isn't threaten by him and it sort of unnerves him and maybe that is how he ends up here. Looking into the vastness of the Waldorf home and for the first time he notices the room atmosphere its litely lit and dim and he finds it comforting so he lets his back relax against the couch and that is when he hears her.
"Humphrey." she puffs making him smile a large goofy smile that might be a clear signal of the content running through his blood stream. A medicinal strong herb and mix of hormones along with the great empathy he tends to share with her. And his thoughts flow towards her hair seems awfully soft he really had not thought of it to much or had try not to anyways, thou now he can't help himself. She must of course notice because she is looking at him intently her eyes darting back and forth and suddenly she spots it half a joint still lit on the marble of her countertop and her eyes go wide with realization and its really unexpected how she just starts to giggle.
"well Humphrey you really are full of surprises." she says matter of factly.
" you might as well give up Waldorf." he raises his eyebrows and his smile widens. "you just can't figure me out." letting his head fall and maybe looks at her from under his eyelashes. She looks so soft he cant help himself and lets his eye wonder lingering on her warm tan slightly golden and he can imagine running his hands slightly along it . She seems to radiate heat just by her indifference it makes something deep inside his gut fill with warmth and nostalgia he wants to latch on.
"aint that the truth." she sits on the couch next to him when he lets his head fall into the couch she is there above him, she looks sort of angelic due to the hazyness of the lights. and he can feel the plush of his sweater rubbing against her knee. "your high." she states but doesn’t pull away and grabs what is left of the joint and takes a hard hit and she looks almost awkward in her green silky dress her eyes shut and her bodies stiffens and she starts coughing frantically he can't help himself and laughs,laughs so hard his insides hurt he finally catches his breath in the middle of her second hit. She throws him a death glare he spots it.
" I thought you be a natural." he admits
" I have no intention of becoming a high class stoner." she says and passes him the joint there fingers brush against each other it sends a little jolt up his spine, his been slowly adjusting to the feeling of their bodies touching on a more regular basis .
"So why are you doing it now." he takes it from her and takes the hit. he asked curiously because it does not make sense, she smart she knows better. So does he to be truthful he is already to relaxed for his comfort thou he decides to go with it.
"I thought of leveling the playing field." she smiles at him eyes glossy and wide smile. " Also it seemed wasteful." he hears her words echo his thoughts and for a moment he wants to kiss her so badly. It's just a moment but it's enough for the thought stick. and he feels her sink in next to him shoulder to shoulder on the alabaster floor and he sort of surprised she is this close to him. And it feels strangely intimate and he shifts his shoulders rub against her skin just below the thin green straps that hold her dress together and he thinks the deep green highlights they suits her skin.
"It really did." He nods and is sort of stuck in thought when he feels it. Her fingers on his sweater just very slightly stroking it making it furl under the fingertips.
"This low quality material is surprisingly soft." She looked oddly intrigued with it and it made him take a gulp. The clear signal of her high makes him smile.
"Something's gotta keep me warm in the cold streets of Brooklyn." But he doesn’t look away from her fingertip on the hemline of his sweater.
"Makes sense." She doesn’t argue and it throws him off but the weed sort of making him follow her sweet channel5 and he finds himself leaning in.
"Of course it can't make up for that terrible off white beige. " It takes Dan a moment to and she isn't looking at him just lets go of his sweater with a slight tug and turns around and her chestnut hair looking perfectly velvety and self consciously steps back and suggest sleepless in Seattle for tonight's movie. She agrees excusing his earlier behavior and it must be the high because he leans in anyways and captures her lips pressing his own firmly against her so she won't mistake it for anything other than it is. His not sure weather the tingles in his skin are ever going to fade as he pulls back. She seems stunned a bit her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted and it must be her high because he swears he feels her knuckles brush against the back of his skin sending electric signals to his brain he can't seem to ignore. Nothing more is said about it as the movie is inserted and for most of the movie while tom hanks slowly grieves over loss of his wife Blair's hand brushes the back of his own knuckles and she must be getting used to his touch as well because she leans into his shoulder her head resting there. They seem to relax into each other the high wearing off slowly her thumb making the frequent journey from his thumb knuckle to his wrist. The night goes on like this electricity in the air with the ever present lightness they seem to bring to each other and and the strong smell of herb in the air. She shift slight on his shoulder so that she is looking directly at him and he can feel her eyes over his cheek and he turns to meet them. Her eyebrows knot together in concentration. He is about to ask what it is. He is at the end of his high and he slowly coming back down and he slightly squirms under her glare. Thou suddenly her hands clutch in his sweater and she is pulling him in all teeth and tongue. He gasp into her but immediately responds letting his lips part and her tongue meeting his and the contact high is heavenly and he melts into her. As she pushes her body flush against his he groans or whimpers his not sure. Thou he has never been more grateful for Chuck wasteful tendencies.