A/N: This is my first ever Gossip Girl fic. Normally I ship Blair and Chuck, but this was too good to pass up. based on the song "Untouched" by The Veronicas. Read and review? Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any of the characters.


Untouched

I feel so untouched and I want you so much

That I just can't resist you

It's not enough to say that I miss you

I feel so untouched right now, need you so much somehow

I can't forget you

I'm going crazy from the moment I met you

She was seventeen, gorgeous, rich, dramatic, well bred, and virginal. Just what every girl wants, right?

Well, every girl except for Blair Waldorf. Losing her virginity to the love of her life was the only thing that ever seemed to be on her mind.

For years she yearned for his touch, and on countless occasions, they got pretty close. She could feel their relationship building with every sweet caress, every loving embrace, every passionate kiss. There was no one else in the world that had ever been able to make her feel the sheer ecstasy that just being around him provided. He was perfect. They were perfect.

Ever since she had first met Nate, she just knew that they were meant for each other. Together forever, as it were. Too bad he didn't see it the same way. When he broke up with her, she had been devastated beyond compare. She was irreparable. No matter how many times her friends tried to pick up the pieces, she just crashed right back into oblivion. They soon found out that she was inconsolable.

The only thing that would mend her broken heart was his touch. She wanted him so much! With every passing second of every day, she was haunted by the image of his smiling face, his golden body… The countless different angles of him that have imprinted themselves in her mind.

After only a few hours, she had missed him dearly. Actually, missing him was putting it lightly; she was craving his presence like a good pair of expensive Manalo Blahnik pumps. Since they had met he always knew how to make her tick, and she loved the fact that he knew her so well. He had made her go crazy for him ever since their eyes first locked on each other. Why couldn't he come back to her already?

No matter how many other boys came and went, she would always remember him. Without him, the kisses she received were never as fulfilling, and when she was touched, she didn't feel it. It was as if all emotions just passed through her without stopping long enough for her to register what was really happening. Her emotional self was fading away; she was slowly dieing for love.

In the movie that her mind was constantly rolling the film of, he used to be her leading man. Blair was the Audrey Hepburn to his Fred Astaire in Funny Face. And no matter how much she yearned for him, or how long they were apart, she wouldn't have it any other way.