He knew that she was following him. Somewhere inside of him there was a spot reserved for guilt, but in this moment all he felt was excitement. Nate couldn't help himself when it came to her. He tried to look at her like a little sister, like someone that needed protection and guidance. But then he remembered the feel of her lips pressed up against his that night in the street and he couldn't let go of Jenny.

The guilt probably came from the fact that Serena has just kissed him the doorway right before Jenny had "assassinated" her. He didn't want to hurt Serena, and he had tried to make it work with her but he couldn't make himself feel the way about her that she wanted him to. He couldn't make himself trust her.

But now was not the time to try to figure these things out. Jenny had followed him into the restaurant and was searching for him near the bar. Wedged between two seats, he was waiting for the best moment to make a break for the basement door. Admittedly, he was enjoying watching Jenny as she canvased the restaurant for him and couldn't help but smirk at the look of frustration on her face as she searched.

Nate had to be in this restaurant somewhere. He had to be, there was no way he could have ducked out without her seeing it. Jenny looked past the bar and finally saw him. They made eye contact before he jumped up and started to run. She caught up with him quickly, the two of them dancing around a customer before he sprinted to the basement door with Jenny in tow. She followed him down the stairs and into a small storage room, closing the door behind them.

"Is it wrong that trying to kill you is the best time I've had in months?" She laughed, chasing him around the storage shelves.

"Actually, it's a great reason to let me live." He smiled, and it was enough to make her stop moving. They stood for a moment, staring at each other.

"You are the birthday boy." Jenny smiled, and stepped towards him."I should let you kill me."

Nate stepped closer to her, eager to snag the snapshot that hung on a chain around her neck, but Jenny had something else in mind. She leaned forward, snatching the photograph of Nate, and then she kissed him.

"Uh-oh. You're dead."

"Uh-oh. You're dead." Jenny smiled, and turned to run back out the door and up the stairs, but Nate was too quick and held the door shut with one hand. With the other on her shoulder, he spun her back around to face him.

"Jenny." He said, and then his hands were on her face, and his lips were on hers. Her hands were thrown around his neck and for a split second she thought is this real?

Jenny had never expected Nate to respond. He had shut her down for so long but she was stubborn and determined to have him, even if it was just for one more second, for one more kiss. But she never imagined that he could want her too.

Nate pulled away and looked at her before kissing her again, pushing her away from the door and up against the wall. He struggled to pull his gloves off and keep kissing her at the same time, so Jenny helped him tug them off and then scarves and coats were coming off and falling to the floor. She unbuttoned Nate's shirt, kissing his neck and collarbone, admiring his athletic build before his lips interrupted and then he was pulling her dress over head, throwing that to the floor too.

She was wearing little black panties and knee high socks.

There was no bra hiding underneath her dress, the sweetest of birthday surprises, and for a moment Nate paused and looked at her in awe. Her breasts were perfect, pale and smooth, and Nate's mouth immediately found its way around one of her raspberry pink nipples. Jenny leaned her head back and moaned at the feel of his tongue before she slid her hands down his chest to the zipper on his pants. They were unzipped and falling down around his ankles in a second, and then her hand was on him, over his briefs but still on him, and she was rubbing him so gently, and for a moment Nate was afraid that he might explode right there.

She was nibbling on his bottom lip, pulling him closer with one hand thrown around the back of his neck and stroking him, teasing him, driving him crazy with the other. He couldn't ever remember wanting anyone more than he wanted Jenny Humphrey in that moment.

She felt him tear the panties off of her, lift her up and push her back against the wall, and then he was inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, tightening herself around him until she felt him moan. Jenny raked her nails down Nate's back, clawing into him, trying to pull him closer. He held her ass cheeks in his hand and squeezed, before sliding one hand up and up until he reached her breasts. Feeling him squeeze one of her nipples, Jenny let out a sort of high pitched moan before he covered her mouth with his. She tangled her fingers in his hair, scratching the nape of his neck.

The wall was freezing against her burning body, sending shock waves up her spine. Jenny knew that she was close, but she wanted this to last forever.

Nate dug his nails into the soft flesh of Jenny's tight ass and started thrusting harder. She was biting his neck now, causing just enough pain to drive him mad and he knew that he couldn't last very much longer. He bit her neck and felt her release, her body shuttering and shaking against his.

Jenny felt herself explode on the inside. Euphoria shook her body over and over. She felt herself tightening around him, squeezing tighter with every wave of pleasure. And then she felt him shudder and heard him moan before he whispered "Jenny" and came inside her.

He kissed her for awhile, small soft kisses on her lips and neck, before he moved away. They pulled their clothes back on in silence and for some strange reason, Jenny felt as if her heart ached more in those moments than it ever had before. Together they left the restaurant, the cold air slapping against their faces as they pushed open the doors.

They walked towards Blair's where Nate knew his girlfriend would be waiting for him. He tried to think of what he would do or say or how to act when he saw Serena. Somehow he felt like she would be able to see right through him and know what he had done the second he walked in the door. Or Blair would. Or Gossip Girl would know already and post it before they even made it to the elevator.

The rode the elevator together in silence. Jenny struggled to hold back tears, trying to make sense of the feelings spinning through her mind. On the inside she was begging for Nate to say something, anything, to reassure her. Before they reached Blair's floor, Nate pressed the emergency stop and when the elevator screeched to a halt, he turned to look at her.

She was trying not to cry, he could tell. He hated to see her like this, looking just the way he felt inside. Nate knew it wasn't safe. Someone could be watching them on the elevator camera. But he couldn't stand to leave her this way either. He stepped towards her, put his hand on her face and kissed her gently.

"We'll figure this out, okay?" He whispered, pulling her into his arms.

"How?" She asked, her voice muffled against his chest.

"Somehow," he told her. "But first we have to go in there and act like nothing happened."

"How do you expect me to do that, Nate?" She stepped away from him.

"I don't know, but we don't have a choice right now. We're walking into a birthday party that my girlfriend threw for me. We have to act like nothing happened."

He squeezed her hand before he let it drop and pressed the button on the elevator. They both felt it start to move, stepped away from each other and tried to prepare themselves for whatever would come next.

"What took you guys so long?" Serena asked when they stepped out of the elevator. They room was swarming with people talking and laughing; completely unaware of what had happened just moments before. Serena kissed Nate hello and he put his arm around her waist. Jenny looked at them and felt her heart crack. Then, plastering a big grin on her face, she held up the Polaroid of the boy she loved and said:

"I won."

Silly little Archibald, don't you know by now that I have eyes everywhere?

It looks like you had a happy, happy birthday. Too bad Lonely Boy will kill you if he ever finds out. And Little Humphrey, haven't you ever learned about protection?

Either way, neither of you are safe from me.

-XOXO Gossip Girl