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Title: Narrative
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Author:![[info]](https://redbrunja.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.3)
redbrunja
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dan/Blair
Author's Note: Fair warning: I have not actually watched GG since the middle of season two and like one episode from last season.
Summary: "He's watching her get ready to savage any moronic hopes he might have left and he's trying to decide on the perfect words to describe the line of her neck, the tight bud of her mouth."
Dan heard Blair's voice over the intercom, crackling with distance and tension and his fingers hit the button to let her in without any consideration about it at all.
When he opened the door she just barreled inside, moving like she had electricity running through her veins. It was lightly raining and her hair is just the slightest bit wet, like she hadn't bothered with an umbrella as she walked for her taxi to his door.
"Come in," he said to the empty hallway and shut the door.
"I was never going to pick you," Blair spat out, removing her trench coat with jerky motions and throwing it across his table, one arm landing across the screen of his open laptop.
"I know," Dan replied mildly, crossing his arms. And he does know. Blair wants her fairy tale and she is never going to pick him as her happily-ever-after. To be fair, even he would say he'd make a terrible prince.
Blair started pacing, two steps back and two steps forth, the hem of her yellow dress belling out as she moved, heels clicking harshly and Dan, Dan is a fucking fool because he's still writing about her. He's watching her get ready to savage any moronic hopes he might have left and he's trying to decide on the perfect words to describe the line of her neck, the tight bud of her mouth.
"Why are you here, Blair?" Dan asked. He's tired and he's in love and all he wants is for her to leave so that he can pretend that this is all just material for his work.
She stopped, turned to him. "Do you know what people would say if we were together?"
Dan rolls his eyes. "Of course I do," he said.
"I'm being serious!" Blair looked like she wanted to stamp her foot and was only restraining for the sake of her Ferramangos.
Dan kind of hated himself for knowing that. (It's been a very self-judgmental day thus far. And it's only 10:48 a.m.)
"Blair, don't take this the wrong way," he said watching her bristle, "but the entire time I've know you people have been gossiping about you. Do you ever think about–" Dan stops himself, unable to articulate what he wants to stay. He has a feeling it boils down to tell everyone you known and everyone you don't to go fuck themselves and date me. Which could only go over badly.
"Yes," Blair answered.
"I'm sorry, what?" He'd lost the thread of the conversation.
"Yes, I've thought about it," she whispered, like it was a secret.
"Okay," Dan said, for lack of anything better, and then, because it was not the right thing, not the smart thing, but the only narratively appropriate choice, he reached for her, buried his hands in her hair. She rose on her shoes to meet his mouth, tasting like coffee and spice and girl.
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Author:
redbrunjaRating: PG-13
Characters: Dan/Blair
Author's Note: Fair warning: I have not actually watched GG since the middle of season two and like one episode from last season.
Summary: "He's watching her get ready to savage any moronic hopes he might have left and he's trying to decide on the perfect words to describe the line of her neck, the tight bud of her mouth."
Dan heard Blair's voice over the intercom, crackling with distance and tension and his fingers hit the button to let her in without any consideration about it at all.
When he opened the door she just barreled inside, moving like she had electricity running through her veins. It was lightly raining and her hair is just the slightest bit wet, like she hadn't bothered with an umbrella as she walked for her taxi to his door.
"Come in," he said to the empty hallway and shut the door.
"I was never going to pick you," Blair spat out, removing her trench coat with jerky motions and throwing it across his table, one arm landing across the screen of his open laptop.
"I know," Dan replied mildly, crossing his arms. And he does know. Blair wants her fairy tale and she is never going to pick him as her happily-ever-after. To be fair, even he would say he'd make a terrible prince.
Blair started pacing, two steps back and two steps forth, the hem of her yellow dress belling out as she moved, heels clicking harshly and Dan, Dan is a fucking fool because he's still writing about her. He's watching her get ready to savage any moronic hopes he might have left and he's trying to decide on the perfect words to describe the line of her neck, the tight bud of her mouth.
"Why are you here, Blair?" Dan asked. He's tired and he's in love and all he wants is for her to leave so that he can pretend that this is all just material for his work.
She stopped, turned to him. "Do you know what people would say if we were together?"
Dan rolls his eyes. "Of course I do," he said.
"I'm being serious!" Blair looked like she wanted to stamp her foot and was only restraining for the sake of her Ferramangos.
Dan kind of hated himself for knowing that. (It's been a very self-judgmental day thus far. And it's only 10:48 a.m.)
"Blair, don't take this the wrong way," he said watching her bristle, "but the entire time I've know you people have been gossiping about you. Do you ever think about–" Dan stops himself, unable to articulate what he wants to stay. He has a feeling it boils down to tell everyone you known and everyone you don't to go fuck themselves and date me. Which could only go over badly.
"Yes," Blair answered.
"I'm sorry, what?" He'd lost the thread of the conversation.
"Yes, I've thought about it," she whispered, like it was a secret.
"Okay," Dan said, for lack of anything better, and then, because it was not the right thing, not the smart thing, but the only narratively appropriate choice, he reached for her, buried his hands in her hair. She rose on her shoes to meet his mouth, tasting like coffee and spice and girl.
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