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The Idea

This is my first fanfiction in a very long time and my first ever gossip girl fanfiction so comments would be helpful. Please enjoy

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His lips brushed against mine in a harsh kiss as my hands were trapped above my head by one of his hands as the other slowly traced down my body and slip under my dress. His kisses became persistent as the flew them down my neck towards the tops of my breasts, open mouthed kisses were scattered across the neckline of my dress whilst the hand under my dress pushed it up to my hips. Quickly growing annoyed with the lack of power I tugged my hands out of his hold and brought his mouth back to mine and ran my fingernails over his scalp and tugged roughly, rewarded by his groan of pleasure I moved my hands to begin to unbutton his shirt. Both of his hands were now gripping my waist tightly as he pushed into me impatiently, his hands slowly snaked up my back to find the zip that was keeping me prisoner in the designer gown. Throwing his shirt on the floor I set myself to the task of removing his belt and pants, the sound of a zipper caused me to falter as I looked up to his devious smirk. He quickly tugged my dress down and allowed me to kick the rest of it off whilst his hands explored the parts of my body that the dress had covered. Smiling in victory once he was bare I brought his mouth back to mine, during his rough kisses I felt my bra be ripped away replaced by his warm hands.

"so Beautiful" he murmured into my mouth,

"You've seen it before" I returned confused

"Not like this" he replied, the words almost lost between us.

He slowly pulled away from our kiss causing me to groan in displeasure, his laugh at my reaction only annoyed me more until he began his open mouthed kisses from my neck, in between my breast, over my stomach and down to the line of my panties. Looking up he caught my eye and winked and pulled down my undergarments and began his feast. The pleasure was unbearable making my hands fly up to hold the headboard and thrive under the attention of his tongue, I couldn't look away as much as I wanted, I was enthralled by his movements.

Due to his undeniable talent my dam broke relatively quickly with a cry of pleasure, he moved back up to my mouth quickly and gave me a quick kiss making me taste myself on his tongue. The kiss was broken as he reached to the floor to retrieve a condom from his pant pockets and made quick work of slipping it on from experience. I stared down waiting for him enter only bringing my eyes back up when I felt both of his hands at my neck and his eyes staring at me with an unreadable expression, his mouth once again dissented onto mine in a slow kiss. The kiss was enchanting making me wrap myself in the feel of his lips with my arms securely around his neck, his quick thrust into me brought me back to reality as I tried to pull away from his lips. This made him pull me closer with us both moaning into the kiss as his thrusts became slow and deliberate, soon we both fell over the edge and panted into each other's mouth with our eyes close. He eventually rolled off of me and turned to his side to watch me, opening my eyes I saw a flicker of care pass his face that was quickly replaced by arrogance.

"What chuck?" I asked impatiently

"You're still wearing the necklace" his fingers came up to play with the expensive jewellery that had been placed around by neck by him a mere thirty minutes ago. His forefinger and thumb played with one of the jewels as he stared deeply at it lost in thought

"Well it's beautiful" I spoke quietly not sure if he was even listening to me. His eyes slowly travelled down the rest of body with a lazy smirk stopping at me breasts.

"He's an idiot, no blonde could ever be this beautiful" he said breathlessly, I immediately knew he was talking about my ex-boyfriend Nate who had stood me up at my own birthday, only to be photographed with some blonde bimbo. I'm not sure if Chuck knew he had spoken aloud as he had not looked at me expectantly waiting for a reply as he usually did yet his words still stung. Although I had already given my virtue to Chuck and broken up with Nate myself I had been in a relationship for many years it was hard to let the love go. I forgave him for cheating on me with my best friend, I forgave him for always blowing me off to get high or just forgetting about me and yet he couldn't even come to my birthday party when he said he would. How did he repay me for always forgiving him? Telling my best friend that he was in love with her whilst dating me, continuing to blow me off and humiliated me on my night. A lone tear slipped down my cheek but before I could wipe it away chucks hand reached out and brushed it away wearing a sorrowful expression.

"I'm sorry" Chuck spoke lowly leaning to get out of bed, grabbing his arm to pull him back I spoke just as lowly

"It's not you, it's Nate" I explained watching as his face grew to confused then too angry, realising he thought that he meant I thought about Nate during our activities I quickly explained how embarrassed I was about the gossip girl blast and hurt that he ditched me. Nodding in understanding he pulled me to him in a tight embrace, our sweat combined as our naked bodies found home in each other. No one understands me like Chuck, no one understands Chuck like I do. I felt a kiss on my hair as soft as a butterfly which made me doubt whether it was a kiss at all.

"You could get revenge on him"

Pulling away I looked up at Chuck in confusion

"Who?"

"Nate"

"How"

"Make him jealous, come on Waldorf I thought you were good at scheming"

Glaring at him I moved to the edge of the bed and began to grab my discarded clothes from the floor in an effort to redress, he laid there bare with his usual smirk.

"And how would I ever do that Chuck because if you were paying attention he doesn't seem to care about me"

"Then you make him jealous with someone that with make him care" he said slowly as if speaking to a child with his devious smirk still taking residence on his face. Who would Nate care about? Looking back at Chucks playful gaze I realised that he was thinking the same thing as I would.

Who better to make Nate jealous than his best friend...