Adventures In Summerland
Title: Adventures in Summerland
Author: isisizabel
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Nate/Jenny; Chuck/Blair
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,832
Author's Note: Part of the CSA 'verse. In case you haven't read them:
1.) Can't Stay Away
2.) Ashes & Ice
3.) This Love, This Hate
Adventures in Summerland
By: IsisIzabel
I
“It’s too tight,” Nate said with a grimace, his face flushed from exertion.
Jenny glanced up at him, shaking her blond bangs out of her eyes. “Well push harder.”
He frowned, his eyes narrowing. “I am pushing, Jenny.” His shoulders were shaking under the strain, his breaths coming out in hard pants. The muscles of his forearms were corded as he struggled to maintain his hold.
“This isn’t working,” Jenny announced, chest heaving, throwing her head back.
“No kidding,” he replied shortly.
“You know what isn’t working?” Dan said, his voice muffled. “The conversation you two are having. Because from over here, it doesn’t sound like you’re trying to move a damn couch.”
Serena laughed loudly from her place beside Dan, on the opposite end of the couch as Jenny and Nate.
Jenny swung her head over to look at Nate and she arched an eyebrow, smiling when he nodded. They dropped their end of the couch together. Serena and Dan both gasped under the suddenly increased weight and their end came crashing down, wedging the couch firmly in the doorway.
“What the hell are you two doing?” Blair demanded, rounding the corner of the hallway with Chuck en tow. She stopped several feet away, her gaze swinging to each of her friends. “Why is there a couch in the doorway?”
Chuck came up behind her, settling his hands on her shoulders. He didn’t say anything. He simply waited for the explanation that led to his grandfather’s antique leather sofa was no longer in the study.
“Ask Eric,” Jenny said by way of an answer. She sank onto the edge of the armrest as Eric suddenly appeared behind Dan and Serena.
“You know the flow is all wrong in this house,” he started in, not in the least bit phased by their staring. “I thought I could just feng shui one room, but that meant I had to fix the whole house.”
“Fix the whole house?” Chuck repeated slowly. His hands tightened around Blair’s shoulders when she started to laugh.
“Chuck,” Eric said, sighing, “don’t you get it? The reason you’re having so many problems with work is because your Qi is all wrong.”
“No, the reason I’m having problems at work is because -you know what? It doesn’t matter.” He shrugged it off. “But I’m not thinking my … Qi, was it? Will improve with the sofa in the doorway.”
Eric frowned. “It was supposed to be against the eastern-facing wall. These four-”
Dan cleared his throat and straightened to his full height, several inches taller than Eric. “Choose your words carefully.”
Eric smiled sweetly and stepped back. “What I was saying is that I may have misjudged the width of the couch and the doorway.”
“You think?” Dan asked archly, folding his arms across his chest.
Nate chuckled and shook his head, threading his arm around Jenny’s waist when she leaned into him. “Now we need to figure out how to get it out of the doorway.”
“Preferably without damaging anything,” Chuck added for good measure, his gaze focused on the doorway, looking for nicks in the woodwork.
Blair rolled her eyes and shifted her weight, glancing over her shoulder at Chuck. “I told you all of us here for an extended period of time was a bad idea.”
Serena flashed her best friend a blindingly white smile. “Aw, come on, B. Redecorating disasters aside, this has been a great summer.”
Blair tried to hide her smile, but failed miserably. In truth, the past six weeks had been some of the best of her life. But now the summer was coming to an end, and in a few short weeks they would all be scattered across the northeast as they went their separate ways.
“Any ideas on how to move this thing?” Dan asked, eyeing the problem.
Jenny groaned. “Please say it doesn’t involve picking it up again. That thing weighs a ton.”
Nate pressed a kiss to the top of her head before releasing her and turning to look back at the couch. “Maybe if we cock it on one side? Instead of trying to go straight through the doorway?”
Serena wagged a finger at him, shaking her head. “Jenny said a way that doesn’t involve lifting the couch, and I’m inclined to agree.”
“Well, I don’t see it magically transferring itself into the room, so…” Dan said, his tone laced with good-natured sarcasm.
Serena slapped his shoulder and climbed over the arm of the sofa, deftly bouncing across to land on the other side between Nate and Jenny. She looped an arm through Jenny’s, starting to pull the younger girl down the hall.
“Where are you going?” Eric demanded.
“Beach break,” Serena called over one shoulder. “Anyone else coming?”
Dan shrugged at Nate before launching himself across the span of the couch. The two of them abandoned the couch and started for their rooms to change.
“I’m not moving this thing,” Chuck told them all loudly as Blair laughed.
She turned around to face him, winding her arms around his waist. “Let’s go to the beach.”
He looked down at her, his expression neutral. “I have a conference call in two hours.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing the beach is in your backyard. You’ll be home in plenty of time.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him quickly before sidestepping away from him. “Besides, you’ve got to see the new bathing suit I got when we went out yesterday.”
Not needing any further prompting, he turned and followed her to their room, leaving Eric standing alone by the couch.
Eric sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Chuck was right: The sofa in the doorway was doing nothing to help his own Qi.
***
Jenny didn’t turn when she heard the door open to her bedroom. She was still in the bathroom, applying a liberal coating of sunscreen. The first day they had gone to the beach she had gotten a nasty sunburn as a result of not putting enough of the sunscreen on her back and legs, and she spent a week sleeping on her stomach.
“Hey,” Nate greeted, his eyes sweeping over her as he closed her bedroom door and flipped the lock.
She glanced up at him, smiling as he drew near wearing nothing more than a pair of black board shorts. She held the tube out to him. “Get my back?”
“Love to,” he growled playfully, reaching for her.
Jenny laughed as he pulled her flush against his body. He lowered his head, kissing her slowly, taking his time. Sighing, she wounded her arms around his neck, gladly submitting to the kiss. After a beat she pulled back.
“Where’s Dan?”
“He and Serena already went down to the beach,” Nate answered, reading her nervous look.
Dan had walked in on them kissing once before at the start of the summer and had promptly ignored them both for the next three days, not even making eye contact.
While Dan wasn’t prudish enough to think his sister and Nate weren’t sleeping together, he also didn’t want it shoved in his face. He had made it clear when they got there that Nate and Jenny had separate rooms, and he didn’t want to see anything that went on behind closed doors.
That didn’t deter Nate from sneaking into Jenny’s room almost every night after Dan had gone to bed, but they assumed Dan needed to maintain some form of blissful ignorance to preserve his own psyche, and they were OK with that.
Jenny grinned up at him and stepped out of his arm, twirling a bit to show off the new bathing suit Blair had convinced her into buying the day before. It was a simple white bikini that showed off her summer tan and flat stomach, the high cut accentuating her long legs.
“You like?” she teased, her blue eyes shining.
He let his gaze rove over her unabashedly, his eyes flickering up to her, dark with want. “I like,” he agreed. He started for her again, and Jenny placed her hands firmly on his bare chest.
She fixed him with a serious look. “If you start that, we’ll never make it down to the beach.”
“Fine with me,” he said with a shrug, his dimples flashing.
She giggled and shook her head. “Not now. Later.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” he warned, taking the sunscreen from her. He indicated for her to turn around.
She glanced over one shoulder at him. “Feel free to.”
Nate groaned and squeezed the sunscreen onto his hands, working it into her back. He moved his hands across her back, smoothing down over her shoulders and neck. His hands dipped lower, teasing the swells of her breasts and he smiled as she visibly shifted in front of him.
“Nate,” she warned lightly.
He lowered his mouth to the shell of her ear. “What?” he whispered, his hand gliding across her ribcage and sweeping across the underside her breast.
She shivered and leaned back into him. “We can’t.”
“Are you sure?” he pressed, his other hand finding the curve of her hip and pulled her back against him. He moved the hand to the front of her, the tips of his fingers skirting beneath the top of her bikini bottoms.
Her breath caught and she turned suddenly, lifting her face to his and sliding her tongue into his mouth. He dropped the tube of sunscreen so he could put both hands on her waist, pulling her flush against his body so she could feel his arousal. His fingers tripped up her back, finding the knot of the bikini strings.
A loud knock stunned them both.
“Jenny!” Eric called through the door. “Do you still have my sunscreen?”
Jenny stepped back, pressing a hand to her chest as she tried to catch her breath. She met Nate’s gaze and they both chuckled.
Nate leaned over and kissed her lips quickly. “Later,” he promised with a wink before ducking into the bathroom and closing the door.
“Jenny?” Eric called, rattling the locked doorknob.
She bent and grabbed the tube of sunscreen before crossing the room and opening the door.
Eric blinked in surprise as the door was opened suddenly. “Oh, hey. I thought maybe you already went down, but your door was locked…”
He trailed off and his eyes went wide. “Oh, God. Your door was locked.”
She laughed, shaking her head and handing over the sunscreen. “It’s fine.”
“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, swallowing hard. His gaze jumped to the bathroom door. “Sorry, Nate!” he called loudly.
The bathroom door and Nate emerged with two beach towels. He shrugged, smiling at the younger boy. “No problem.”
Eric moved back. “I’ll just … see you two out there.” He turned and hurried down the hall towards his room.
Jenny was still laughing as Nate grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door.
Author: isisizabel
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Nate/Jenny; Chuck/Blair
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,832
Author's Note: Part of the CSA 'verse. In case you haven't read them:
1.) Can't Stay Away
2.) Ashes & Ice
3.) This Love, This Hate
Adventures in Summerland
By: IsisIzabel
I
“It’s too tight,” Nate said with a grimace, his face flushed from exertion.
Jenny glanced up at him, shaking her blond bangs out of her eyes. “Well push harder.”
He frowned, his eyes narrowing. “I am pushing, Jenny.” His shoulders were shaking under the strain, his breaths coming out in hard pants. The muscles of his forearms were corded as he struggled to maintain his hold.
“This isn’t working,” Jenny announced, chest heaving, throwing her head back.
“No kidding,” he replied shortly.
“You know what isn’t working?” Dan said, his voice muffled. “The conversation you two are having. Because from over here, it doesn’t sound like you’re trying to move a damn couch.”
Serena laughed loudly from her place beside Dan, on the opposite end of the couch as Jenny and Nate.
Jenny swung her head over to look at Nate and she arched an eyebrow, smiling when he nodded. They dropped their end of the couch together. Serena and Dan both gasped under the suddenly increased weight and their end came crashing down, wedging the couch firmly in the doorway.
“What the hell are you two doing?” Blair demanded, rounding the corner of the hallway with Chuck en tow. She stopped several feet away, her gaze swinging to each of her friends. “Why is there a couch in the doorway?”
Chuck came up behind her, settling his hands on her shoulders. He didn’t say anything. He simply waited for the explanation that led to his grandfather’s antique leather sofa was no longer in the study.
“Ask Eric,” Jenny said by way of an answer. She sank onto the edge of the armrest as Eric suddenly appeared behind Dan and Serena.
“You know the flow is all wrong in this house,” he started in, not in the least bit phased by their staring. “I thought I could just feng shui one room, but that meant I had to fix the whole house.”
“Fix the whole house?” Chuck repeated slowly. His hands tightened around Blair’s shoulders when she started to laugh.
“Chuck,” Eric said, sighing, “don’t you get it? The reason you’re having so many problems with work is because your Qi is all wrong.”
“No, the reason I’m having problems at work is because -you know what? It doesn’t matter.” He shrugged it off. “But I’m not thinking my … Qi, was it? Will improve with the sofa in the doorway.”
Eric frowned. “It was supposed to be against the eastern-facing wall. These four-”
Dan cleared his throat and straightened to his full height, several inches taller than Eric. “Choose your words carefully.”
Eric smiled sweetly and stepped back. “What I was saying is that I may have misjudged the width of the couch and the doorway.”
“You think?” Dan asked archly, folding his arms across his chest.
Nate chuckled and shook his head, threading his arm around Jenny’s waist when she leaned into him. “Now we need to figure out how to get it out of the doorway.”
“Preferably without damaging anything,” Chuck added for good measure, his gaze focused on the doorway, looking for nicks in the woodwork.
Blair rolled her eyes and shifted her weight, glancing over her shoulder at Chuck. “I told you all of us here for an extended period of time was a bad idea.”
Serena flashed her best friend a blindingly white smile. “Aw, come on, B. Redecorating disasters aside, this has been a great summer.”
Blair tried to hide her smile, but failed miserably. In truth, the past six weeks had been some of the best of her life. But now the summer was coming to an end, and in a few short weeks they would all be scattered across the northeast as they went their separate ways.
“Any ideas on how to move this thing?” Dan asked, eyeing the problem.
Jenny groaned. “Please say it doesn’t involve picking it up again. That thing weighs a ton.”
Nate pressed a kiss to the top of her head before releasing her and turning to look back at the couch. “Maybe if we cock it on one side? Instead of trying to go straight through the doorway?”
Serena wagged a finger at him, shaking her head. “Jenny said a way that doesn’t involve lifting the couch, and I’m inclined to agree.”
“Well, I don’t see it magically transferring itself into the room, so…” Dan said, his tone laced with good-natured sarcasm.
Serena slapped his shoulder and climbed over the arm of the sofa, deftly bouncing across to land on the other side between Nate and Jenny. She looped an arm through Jenny’s, starting to pull the younger girl down the hall.
“Where are you going?” Eric demanded.
“Beach break,” Serena called over one shoulder. “Anyone else coming?”
Dan shrugged at Nate before launching himself across the span of the couch. The two of them abandoned the couch and started for their rooms to change.
“I’m not moving this thing,” Chuck told them all loudly as Blair laughed.
She turned around to face him, winding her arms around his waist. “Let’s go to the beach.”
He looked down at her, his expression neutral. “I have a conference call in two hours.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing the beach is in your backyard. You’ll be home in plenty of time.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him quickly before sidestepping away from him. “Besides, you’ve got to see the new bathing suit I got when we went out yesterday.”
Not needing any further prompting, he turned and followed her to their room, leaving Eric standing alone by the couch.
Eric sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Chuck was right: The sofa in the doorway was doing nothing to help his own Qi.
***
Jenny didn’t turn when she heard the door open to her bedroom. She was still in the bathroom, applying a liberal coating of sunscreen. The first day they had gone to the beach she had gotten a nasty sunburn as a result of not putting enough of the sunscreen on her back and legs, and she spent a week sleeping on her stomach.
“Hey,” Nate greeted, his eyes sweeping over her as he closed her bedroom door and flipped the lock.
She glanced up at him, smiling as he drew near wearing nothing more than a pair of black board shorts. She held the tube out to him. “Get my back?”
“Love to,” he growled playfully, reaching for her.
Jenny laughed as he pulled her flush against his body. He lowered his head, kissing her slowly, taking his time. Sighing, she wounded her arms around his neck, gladly submitting to the kiss. After a beat she pulled back.
“Where’s Dan?”
“He and Serena already went down to the beach,” Nate answered, reading her nervous look.
Dan had walked in on them kissing once before at the start of the summer and had promptly ignored them both for the next three days, not even making eye contact.
While Dan wasn’t prudish enough to think his sister and Nate weren’t sleeping together, he also didn’t want it shoved in his face. He had made it clear when they got there that Nate and Jenny had separate rooms, and he didn’t want to see anything that went on behind closed doors.
That didn’t deter Nate from sneaking into Jenny’s room almost every night after Dan had gone to bed, but they assumed Dan needed to maintain some form of blissful ignorance to preserve his own psyche, and they were OK with that.
Jenny grinned up at him and stepped out of his arm, twirling a bit to show off the new bathing suit Blair had convinced her into buying the day before. It was a simple white bikini that showed off her summer tan and flat stomach, the high cut accentuating her long legs.
“You like?” she teased, her blue eyes shining.
He let his gaze rove over her unabashedly, his eyes flickering up to her, dark with want. “I like,” he agreed. He started for her again, and Jenny placed her hands firmly on his bare chest.
She fixed him with a serious look. “If you start that, we’ll never make it down to the beach.”
“Fine with me,” he said with a shrug, his dimples flashing.
She giggled and shook her head. “Not now. Later.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” he warned, taking the sunscreen from her. He indicated for her to turn around.
She glanced over one shoulder at him. “Feel free to.”
Nate groaned and squeezed the sunscreen onto his hands, working it into her back. He moved his hands across her back, smoothing down over her shoulders and neck. His hands dipped lower, teasing the swells of her breasts and he smiled as she visibly shifted in front of him.
“Nate,” she warned lightly.
He lowered his mouth to the shell of her ear. “What?” he whispered, his hand gliding across her ribcage and sweeping across the underside her breast.
She shivered and leaned back into him. “We can’t.”
“Are you sure?” he pressed, his other hand finding the curve of her hip and pulled her back against him. He moved the hand to the front of her, the tips of his fingers skirting beneath the top of her bikini bottoms.
Her breath caught and she turned suddenly, lifting her face to his and sliding her tongue into his mouth. He dropped the tube of sunscreen so he could put both hands on her waist, pulling her flush against his body so she could feel his arousal. His fingers tripped up her back, finding the knot of the bikini strings.
A loud knock stunned them both.
“Jenny!” Eric called through the door. “Do you still have my sunscreen?”
Jenny stepped back, pressing a hand to her chest as she tried to catch her breath. She met Nate’s gaze and they both chuckled.
Nate leaned over and kissed her lips quickly. “Later,” he promised with a wink before ducking into the bathroom and closing the door.
“Jenny?” Eric called, rattling the locked doorknob.
She bent and grabbed the tube of sunscreen before crossing the room and opening the door.
Eric blinked in surprise as the door was opened suddenly. “Oh, hey. I thought maybe you already went down, but your door was locked…”
He trailed off and his eyes went wide. “Oh, God. Your door was locked.”
She laughed, shaking her head and handing over the sunscreen. “It’s fine.”
“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, swallowing hard. His gaze jumped to the bathroom door. “Sorry, Nate!” he called loudly.
The bathroom door and Nate emerged with two beach towels. He shrugged, smiling at the younger boy. “No problem.”
Eric moved back. “I’ll just … see you two out there.” He turned and hurried down the hall towards his room.
Jenny was still laughing as Nate grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door.