Disclaimer: Gossip Girls is not mine. Trust me, if it was Dan and Blair would be married with babies by now.

Author's Note: Since Of Desktops and Louboutins got such wonderful feedback - a HUGE THANK YOU to all who reviewed/favorited/alerted to the story - I decided to make a little collection of different one-shots of Blair and Dan. At least we'll give it a shot and see if people like the idea. All of the words are different "favorites" that Dan and Blair have about each other. ALL of these stories stand alone and can be from different time periods in their lives (high school, marriage, etc.), but I promise they'll all be feel good stories - since we get such downers from the actually GG writers.

And YES they will all be rated M for a reason. Some will be more graphic than others, but they will ALL have a certain amount of Dair lovin' going on so if you're too young or don't like that sort of thing just hit the back button now and we'll all be good to go. Once again, no Beta so all mistakes belong to me!

I WOULD LOVE WORD SUGGESTIONS FOR FUTURE LETTERS since I don't have any of these (well maybe one or two) planned out.

Alright, so here we go!

Apron

"She has this God-awful, gaudy apron she wears when she's feeling like Suzy Homemaker. I think Serena got it for her as a joke when we got married, but she wears it – well, I guess it's not all bad. One time she wore it with nothing on under…"

If one more thing went wrong that day Dan Humphrey would probably find the tallest building in Manhattan and just jump. He had been about ten minutes late to work, which the reasoning was well worth it, but the ass chewing he got from his supervisor was far surpassed unnecessary. He knew the office was stressed about the coming deadlines, but there was still no need for her to scream at him for nearly another twenty minutes about how important it was to be on time. He had worked for the Post almost two years and this was maybe the third time he'd be late. He chalked it up to her either needing to take a pill or get laid. Then a co-worker had decided to spill ink all over his finalized layout. Okay, so they hadn't done it on purpose, but it didn't make the remaking of the pieces any more relaxing that day. Of course, that made he nearly forget about his meeting across town so after almost laying in the middle of the road to flag a taxi he made it – only three minutes late and only slightly looking like an unmade bed that was out of breath from running every time his feet hit the pavement. That lead to him staying late because of the new additions his superiors wanted to add to the latest edition.

Finally, he was slumped down in the back of a taxi heading home. He would have normally walked since it was only about seven blocks, but with the fact that he was already getting home late and dead tired, a taxi seemed like the best possible solution. He pepped up when the taxi rolled up in front of his building; handing the driver his money and walking toward the front door. He greeted the doorman with a friendly hello and headed to his – their – penthouse. Yes, it was their home because there was no way in hell Dan Humphrey would live in the Upper East Side without the feisty brunette that claimed his heart almost four years earlier.

When the elevator opened to his floor he pushed himself off the wall with every intention of heading straight to the couch to crash, but then he heard the music coming from the kitchen and his attentions were averted. This was obviously not a common night in the Humphrey house. It wasn't that Blair couldn't cook – she had made it a point to take classes before they got married – but most of the time she ordered out or brought a chef in when she was feeling like a home cooked meal without getting her hands dirty. She was still Blair Waldorf at heart, after all.

The music was familiar and Dan smirked before he rounded the corner because he heard Blair's voice singing the lyrics right along with the radio. She was obviously in a good mood. He could smell the aroma of garlic and his stomach nearly growled at the idea of having Italian. Blair had wanted to learn the basics of cooking, but she had soon found a passion for Italian cuisine and Dan was never one to argue with a passionate Blair. He dropped his bag near the coat closet and was about to make a witty comment until he actually walked into the kitchen and got glimpse at what his wife was wearing as she prepared dinner.

Her dark hair was cascading down her bare back and he could tell she was wearing her beloved apron by the two small black straps that came to a bow in the middle. With her back to him he could only see the ruffled pair of red boy shorts that she wore and he hoped that was all she had underneath that awful apron. She still must not have known of his presence because she just continued to sing along and dance around in her tall black pumps.

He decided to watch her for a moment longer. She truly was a work of art and it wasn't just because of her luscious body. Although the way her petite curves moved with the music was enough to make him want to take her right there in the kitchen – like he had that morning. He smiled at the memory. Yes, her body was absolutely brilliant, but her heart was worth even more. It was moments like these that he always had the urge to call up his father and tell him just how right he was; girls like her are usually worth it and Blair was absolutely no exception.

Finally he decided to move his way forward, still unheard by Blair, and lean against the countertop that closed off part of the kitchen. He could feel himself already as hard as a rock as he listened to her hum the part of the song she didn't know by heart yet. She continued her private show in front of the stove while she stirred something in a large pot.

"Are you expecting someone?" His voice was an octave lower than normal and he had expected to startle her slightly, but Blair didn't even flinch. She had known he was there the entire time and he swallowed hard at the thought of her putting on that little show just for him. When she turned around his mouth went dry. She was wearing nothing but a pair of heels, panties, and an apron. God, she really was some sort of fantasy.

Her smirk was sexy and playful, "I was actually. My husband was supposed to be home about an hour ago, but you'll have to do."

Dan slowly moved around to the other side of the counter and stood directly in front of her, but keeping his distance – wanting her to be the first to reach for him. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his back against the counter. He had to keep his arms tight to stop himself from reaching out for her beautiful, delicate, exposed flesh. She was absolute perfection.

"Well, his loss, I suppose," He shrugged, "So what were you two going to have for dinner?"

"Oh this?" Blair looked back at the contents of the stove, "Nothing special. The dinner was typical, but it was the present I planned to give to him before dinner that would have really been his favorite. Like I said though, he's late and I had to go ahead and start without him."

Dan tried to keep his eyes on hers, but he found himself shamelessly letting his eyes roam over the parts of her curves that shown through the gaudy fabric of her black and white apron. Her hands rested on her hips and he wanted nothing more than to replace her hands with his lips. Without thinking, he couldn't play this game much longer anyways, he stepped forward and brought her to him. He swore he heard her gasp as he watched her eyes grow heavy with desire.

His lips were almost against hers as he spoke, "Well I hope the only thing you started without me was dinner."

"Mm, and what if I started the other activities before your arrival?" Blair looked up at him with dark eyes.

"Then I would have to ask that you show me exactly what you did before my presence," His lips were against hers and they both went into a near frantic mode. Blair's hands racked through his curls and Dan's hands roamed the bare skin of her back before going down to lift her up and placing her on the counter behind him.

Her lips never left his as she pushed his coat down his arms and onto the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist to pull him as close to her as possible. Her core was already aching for him. Even after two years of marriage she was amazed at the reaction her body had to him. From the mere moment she had heard the elevator announce his presence she could feel the familiar stir low in her stomach that signal the need she had for her husband. She smirked against his lips when she felt how hard he was for her. She had never found such pleasure in knowing the effect she had on someone until she had Dan. Just the look in his eyes he got for her was enough to make her scream with pleasure and yet that was only the beginning.

His hands made easy work of removing the apron and tossing it to the ground with his coat. Her body flesh against the material of his shirt made her scream out in pleasure. Her body was already hyper sensitive to his touch and the contrast was doing maddening things to her nerves. She let his lips pull away from hers to leave open, wet kisses down her neck and exposed collarbone. Blair had learned early on just how much Dan enjoyed the contour of her collarbone and she relished in the feeling of his talented lips there.

While his lips nearly turned her to mush against him, his fingertips were busy leaving heated tracks along her exposed legs. With every stroke he felt her buck her hips against him and with each move his control slipped even more. Once he was satisfied with his time spent on her collarbone he slowly moved down her body to place a dark pink, erect nipple into his mouth. Her cry was instant as she held his head close to her body, never wanting to break this contact. Her head flew back in pleasure, her mouth hanging open in silent moans of pleasure. While his lips worshiped one breast openly the other was being toyed with by a skilled hand.

His movements switched with an intermission of kissing the valley between her breasts before he attached his lips to other to make sure no one felt neglected in this mission. Blair continually formed words of praises and affection as Dan made his journey lower, making her lean back even farther against the granite countertops. If Blair hadn't been in such a moment of desire she probably would have thought she looked foolish, but with the view of Dan's lips traveling down to her bellybutton she could honestly say she had never felt like more a woman than in this moment; just like every other passionate moment with her husband.

Right when she thought he was going to remove her last offending garment he moved back up to her lips and kissed her with so much passion Blair swore she went into a daze. His hand gripped her curled strands as he moved her to once again be sitting on the counter flesh against him. Her arms draped around his neck in a possessive way and her tongue fought with his for dominance. Their hunger for one another was growing and Dan knew he wanted to have her in a more loving and accessible setting so that he could worship her in the way that she deserved. Of course, these hungry moments atop the counter were among some of his favorite, but tonight he wanted to make long, slow, passionate love to his wife and they both knew countertops were meant for fucking not love making.

"We're going to bed," He said against her lips, lifting her from the counter.

"Dinner…burn," Blair's argument was pathetic at best as she molded herself even closer to him, trying to work the buttons of his shirt as he lead them away from the kitchen.

"Let it burn," He brushed her argument aside, needing nothing more than to completely feel her against him.

Explaining to the firemen how they had forgotten about the bread in the oven was beyond worth it.

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