Title: Earth Angel
Summary: Nate & Jenny get together at Dan & Serena's wedding.
Author's Note: A special thank you to Dr. Holland for the beta.
Jenny walked across the Bass's living room as she headed up to see Serena. She took a moment to glance at him. He still was as beautiful as she remembered. Nate Archibald moved a few items off the couch before taking a seat. After all this time he still had the ability to make her beat just a little faster. She shook her head and made her way up the stairs. Today was about her brother and his bride-to-be and not about a teenage infatuation that just refused to die.
Jenny put the bag on the table and smiled at her soon-to-be sister in law. "You look beautiful."
"You have to say that. You designed the dress," Serena said with a smile. There wasn't a hint of nervousness. She had to be the calmest bride she'd ever seen. Jenny ran her hands along the train, adjusting it. This dress was her masterpiece; the first piece in a couture line that she was developing. She was planning to debut her fashion line in a month. Her line would be comprised of a few bridal gowns and a host of bridesmaids dresses. She knew her brother's wedding would be the ample opportunity to test out her design and then work out any kinks before she was ready to show the world. Most designers wouldn't have a bride wear a gown that had yet to be debuted, but this was a small affair that consisted of family and close friend.
"Aren't you even a little nervous? I'd be a wreck if I were in your shoes."
Serena smiled at her serenely and said, "This just feels natural. We've been through everything. I don't need to explain it to you. You've been there for most of it. It just feels right, like coming home."
Jenny smiled and tightened the pin in Serena's hair. "Turn around"
She wanted to make sure everything was in place. This wasn't just Serena's big day, but hers as well. The photos were going to hit the front page of every society magazine in the morning and she needed everything to be perfect. Tomorrow would be the beginning of something new for her; the beginning of fulfilling her dreams. She was a Humphrey and there was nothing they hated more than being under the thumb of others.
"Everything is perfect. I should get back downstairs," Jenny says.
When she descends the stairs she can feel a pair of eyes on her and she looks over and catches his eye. She chastises herself for letting her imagination get the best of her.
He doesn't want me like that. It's just what I want to believe.
But Nate's gaze stays on her until she takes a seat and the sound of music playing distracts him. He smiles at Dan as he walks down the corridor and over to the stairs. He's surprised it's taken them this long to finally tie the knot. But, he couldn't be happier for his two friends. Nate's gaze moves over towards Jenny. She looks lovelier every time he sees her. They'd crossed paths a couple of times since she'd returned to the city, but they'd barely uttered more than a few pleasantries. He wasn't sure if it was the atmosphere or the fact that he hadn't dated anyone in 3 years or her, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of Jenny.
Who are you kidding, it's her.
He watches her silently from the corner of his eye as the priest drones on and on about the responsibilities of marriage. He notices a small yawn escape her mouth and winks at her. Jenny looks down at the floor. She can no longer pretend like she was imagining the attention Nate was lavishing on her. He seemed so focused on her that it unnerved her. Jenny's palms were sweaty, so she wiped them on her dress and focused on the happy couple.
She still didn't understand why Dan wanted a Catholic ceremony. They barely went to church and he was the furthest thing from religious, but it was something he had insisted on. The ceremony was lulling her to an early grave.
Eventually, the priest finished his sermon and moved on to the vows. Jenny couldn't have been more relieved to see her brother dip his new wife and kiss her because she could feel her butt going numb. She got up and greeted the happy couple and soon found herself standing in front of Nate not really sure what to say.
"I don't know about you, but I think my ass is sore," Jenny said.
Nate laughed that deep throaty laugh she loved so much. "I know. I don't think it could be longer."
He held out his arm for her as they followed everyone out to the back yard where photos would be taken. "So, how have you been Jenny?"
"Good, I'm about to launch my own line. Actually Serena's dress is my debut piece."
He smiled at her. "It's beautiful."
"So, is true that you're thinking of running for mayor?"
"Right now it's just rumors. I'm not sure it's something I want to do," he said.
Jenny gave him a knowing look. "I think it's exactly what you want to do. You just want to do it on your terms."
He smiled. Nate was always so thrown at how well jenny knew him. It's like she could see past his boyish charm to what he really wanted. The photographer called Jenny over and he took a tray off the drinks being passed around as he watched from a distance. Nate felt someone pulling at his pant leg and looked down at Henry. "Hey there, big guy."
"Why do you keep looking at Auntie J?"
"Yes you are."
"No, I'm not. Didn't your daddy teach you not to argue with grownups?"
"Daddy says, grownups only say that when they don't want to answer the question."
Nate picked the small boy up and said, "Can you keep a secret?"
The boy vigorously shook his head. "I think Auntie J is pretty," Nate said.
Blair had converted her drawing room into a small reception hall that seated 20 people and had room for a very small dance floor. The space was small, but big and flashy really wasn't something Dan and Serena craved. They simply wanted to share this moment to those closest to them. Nate stood in one corner of the room, nursing a glass of wine as he watched Jenny flit across the room. She danced with her brother and little Henry, tended to Serena's dress with a grace that was very much her. He admired her legs; they really were her best feature. He wondered what it would be like to run his hand along their length.
Snap out of it Arch
"You stare any harder and your eyes are going to fall out of their sockets," Blair teased.
"I'm not staring."
Blair gave him a look of impatience; a look that he was more than familiar with. "Nate. I'm not stupid. Are you just going to stand there and let her slip through your fingers again?"
Nate knew Blair was right, but he didn't like to encourage her already inflated ego. But, so much time had passed he wasn't sure if she still wanted him. She looked up at him just as the sounds of a 60s classic played.
Earth angel, earth angel
Will you be mine?
My darling dear, love you all the time
I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you
He watched his friend and one-time crush glide across the small dance floor and Nate knew he was sick of waiting for life to happen to him. It was time for him to take control of his personal life like he'd taken control of his professional one. With that in mind, he headed over to her and reached his hand out. "Up for a dance?"
Jenny smiled at him and took his hand. He led her to the dance floor and twirled her around. He held her close and let her scent overwhelm his senses. "So, Jenny how have you been?"
"Busy, just flew in from Milan. Setting up the new line has kept me on my toes."
He smiled that golden smile-the one that could turn her to mush—as he listened to her talk about all plans she had for her own label. "I'm sure you'll do great. You're an amazing girl Jenny Humphrey."
There was something about his voice, and the feel of his arms around her that made Jenny's impulsive streak bubble to the surface. How many more opportunities would she have? One night; if that was all he could give her then it would be enough. "I've got an idea."
"Uh oh, I recognize that look. You're up to something."
"Maybe. Are you brave enough to find out," she asked. Nate nodded his head and followed her out of the room. She'd grabbed a bottle of champagne from a table in the corner and led him upstairs. It was a beautiful room with bay windows and a gorgeous view. The floor was covered in rich oak and her heels clicked against the surface. She opened the window to let the fresh fall air through and beckoned for him to sit next to her. "Open it. I'm horrible at opening these things."
Nate took the bottle of champagne from her and popped the top in a single movement. "We should of grabbed some cups while we were at it."
Jenny took the bottle from him took a sip and said, "Who needs cups." She handed him the champagne and giggled as some of the liquid dribbled down his neck. Nate wiped the liquid from his neck and face and loosened his tie. "This is fun."
"Is it hard watching her marry someone else?" she asked cautiously, not really wanting to hear the answer to her question.
"No, I came to terms with all of that a long time ago. She was just a crush... it just took me that long to realize it."
Jenny looked at him a beat and said, "Some crushes are hard to shake."
Nate couldn't keep his eyes off her. He took another swig of champagne and said, "I know exactly what you mean." The air between was buzzing. Nate wasn't sure if it was the years that had passed, the champagne or the romance of watching his friends marry, but all he wanted to do was pull her closer and explore every inch of her skin.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Jenny asked.
Nate closed the distance between them and kissed her until neither of them could breathe. He ran his hands through her long blonde hair and pulled her on to his lap. Each taste made him hunger for more. She tasted like chocolate and champagne, an intoxicating mixture that drove his senses wild. When they finally broke apart, Nate laid his forehead on hers and said, "I say that's worth far more than a penny."
Jenny smiled and reached for him again. She kissed along his jaw and smiled a self-satisfying smile when she heard his soft moan.
She'd wanted him for so long. Jenny had done everything to bury those old feelings, but they always seemed to bubble to the surface. There was something about Nate Archibald that made her always yearn for more. She just couldn't shake him. She wasn't sure what it was: his scent, his sweetness or his simple generosity, but she knew she was in love with him and always had been.
So, if tonight was all she could have, she'd cherish it.
Nate reached behind her and unzipped the gold dress that fit her like a second-skin. Her kisses were no longer enough, he needed to feel skin on skin. He ran his deft finger along her bare back sending shivers down her spine. Jenny stopped kissing him so she could shimmy out of her dress. She stood over him in nothing but her thong and her crème Manolo Blahnik's.
Nate had no words. She was a vision. He reached for her hand and pulled her down to him. She straddled his waist and slowly removed his jacket, which was followed by his tie and shirt. He just watched her as she removed each piece of clothing, working slowly and methodically. There was something erotic about watching her. He could watch her forever. Jenny was a mix of angel and vixen that took his breath away.
"You are so beautiful," he said as he ran his fingers along the curve of her breast. He cupped her left breast and rubbed his thumb along the nipple which elicited a soft moan from Jenny's lips. Nate's other hand slipped under her panties and rubbed between her folds. Jenny gripped his shoulders, her nails digging through the flesh as he continued his ministrations. Her moans grew louder with every touch and were only drowned out by the music from below. Nate removed his hands from clit and replaced it with his tongue. She wasn't sure how much of this exquisite torture she could handle. Her body was quaking from the force of her orgasm and Jenny was positive she saw stars. Nate looked up at her with a self-satisfied smile. "I didn't take you for a moaner."
"You are a smug son of a bitch, Archibald," Jenny said. She beckoned for him to stand so she could remove the rest of his clothing. Her fingers grazed his erection as she unbuckled his belt. Jenny moved down as she slipped off his trousers, leaving him with his pants pooled around his ankles. She moved back up his body and removed his boxers just as slowly as she had his trousers.
Nate pulled her up and grabbed her by the hips, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He traveled the short distance to the wall. Jenny's back was against the wall and she was looking right into his blue eyes. They both were trying to imprint this moment in their memories and that fact made Jenny catch her breath. Nate ran his hand along her cheek and kissed before entering her.
Jenny gasped and soon they were moving as one. He felt so good, so right. Nate's hands gripped her hips in an effort to steady her. With each thrust he thought he was going to lose his ever loving mind. She was so sweet, so tight. Jenny's walls clenched as a loud moan escaped her lips. She met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back, but Nate felt no pain, just pleasure. Jenny's final orgasm undid her and all she felt was white hot pleasure that shot through her every nerve ending.
Afterwards, they collapsed on the floor in a heap of limps. Nate ran his fingers through her long blond hair as she laid her head on his shoulder. "We should get back to the reception, they're probably wondering where we went," Nate said.
"I could stay here forever," she said.
Nate smiled and kissed her softly, "So could I. So could I."