a/n: so this will be a series of one shots, each time concerning the sexual escapades of Nate/Jenny. Some stories will be PG-13 others shall be R-rated. If you'd like your idea to be written than please send me a message on here or on FanForum if you know me there. Please send it like this:

Venue : (place where you'd like for them to have sexual intercourse)

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Being invited to Chuck Bass' birthday party was as being invited to the funeral of Elvis Presley, lovely if it were to happen but sadly it never will. Well this year the impossible happened; I, Jenny Humphrey, was invited to Chuck's birthday party. The main reason for that is that my father just got married to the woman who once was married to his deceased father. But still it was an honour. Well here I was, in my very own custom-made Jenny Humphrey Designs evening gown. It was in blue silk and the corset was embellished in rhinestones. My hair was in a twist and my eyes caught the sparkle of my dress every time I turned around. I looked pretty good, if I was allowed to say so myself without the usual "arrogant and self-centred" subtext. The whole evening was pretty boring as it was just your typical gala dinner held at the Cooper-Hewitt museum. "Today we are gathered to celebrate the 21st birthday of Charles Bass, entrepreneur extraordinaire and to many of us known as the teenage womanizer who once broke our daughter's hearts" you bet your ass he hurt a lot more than that. But that was all in the past now and so I decided to let it go. It had come up once more after Nate was showing me pictures of that party when I had gone to his cabin in Connecticut for the weekend to spend my 18th birthday. We had had sex there for the first time. It was so wonderful. We had promised to keep it cool tonight but it was just so hard; I looked over at him and smiled; I listened to the old man again "Please let us raise our glasses to this wonderful boy who is on the line of becoming a man" I did as he asked as I suddenly felt a hand caressing my thigh. I looked over at Nate who smirked in his glass, I shot him a dirty look as he slid his giant, raw hand under the split of my dress. I sighed and he laughed. The music started playing again and my father tapped me on the back and asked "Father – daughter dance?" I looked over at Nate and took my father's hand and we started to dance.

About an hour later, I leave the bathroom as I try to adjust my dress again. I feel someone's warm touch grab my arms and pull me into a big closet. I didn't know who it was at first but as soon as I felt his lips on mine I knew; it was the man of my dreams; it was Nate Archibald. "What are you doing? I thought we agreed to stay off that road for a while?" I ask between kisses. Laughing, he said in between a kiss and the removal of my dress; "Well I couldn't wait". Everywhere his lips set sail, he lay a trail of kisses. I could feel his warm breath pounding against my pale skin. And as I keep hoping that he would take me, he does. Right there, in the moment he is not afraid of getting caught. I hear people pass by as I have to keep my voice down. It's harder then I think it is. He keeps surprising me. And as I think the fun is over someone tries to open the doors, Nate instantly locked the closet doors from the inside. I could hear the person knock on the door and bonk against it but they gave up as we continued on our smut party inside the closet. He thrust into me with a power I had never seen him practise before. Me and Nate had had sex a lot of times before but this was the first time I could feel the tiny space in the closet heat up with steam, steam produced by our heavy breathing and sweating. He pushes me onto the closet door. It makes a loud noise "Could you at least try to be quiet?" I ask, laughing. He replies in between kisses; "I ca--", kiss, "—n't, you're t--", kiss, "too sexy" kiss, and with the last one he tickles my collarbone slightly, just enough to make me giggle a little.

Forty, countless, minutes later we finally made it back to our table. Blair eyes me and asks; "Where have you two lovebirds been hiding out?" as she raises an eyebrow I realize my hair is tousled. "Nathaniel, nice work. And a closet at the Cooper-Hewitt? You have surely stepped up your game…" he smirked, at which the whole table laughs besides from my brother. Serena tugs his shirt and shoots him a dirty look as to which he says, "I'm glad I didn't put my coat in there" and then he starts laughing along with everyone else. Having turned red on our cheeks, Nate and I turn to face each other and smile awkwardly. He plants a soft peck on my neck and said; "I love you, Jenny Humphrey" and so we leave off the night with nothing but a laugh and 3 words; 3 words that mean nothing less than what they do and a laugh that means so much more than just a smile with noise. We are in love and evidently we sealed that love with a piece of art; it was captured by bystanders in their unwilling belief for nature's most beautiful act of romance. And tonight, we needed nothing else than the knowledge of our love…