The Weight of Us
Here it is, my multi-chapter! I'm hoping that I'll finish the majority of this pretty soon, so I won't keep you guys waiting. Please note the fact that this is an M rated fic and will be a little bit dirtier (especially this chapter, you'll be thrown in at the deep end!) than my other New Girl stuff. Eh.
This follows Nick and Jess (in the near future, hopefully) after they've broken up, and are trying to adjust to their new found roles in one another's lives. This chapter ends a bit angsty but I can only promise that this story will inevitably have a happy ending, because I'm a sucker for these two idiots, hehe.
Hope you enjoy the ride!
'Nick and Jess are most definitely nothing more than friends. That ship had sailed a long time ago. Except for the fact that, you know, both of them are completely in love with each other. But they're working on it.'
"Nick?" Jess asks quietly, and he grunts against her skin.
"Yeah, Jess?" Nick murmurs, kissing along her collarbone, nibbling at an already pink kissed piece of flesh on her shoulder, delighting on the gasp it elicits from her. Her fingers dance up his body and rest on his chest, and Nick, sensing what was coming, quickly moved to kiss the tender spot behind her ear that he knows drives her insane.
"N-n-nick," Jess gasps, screwing her eyes up tight, trying to gain some self control, but Nick's stupid but oh so wonderful tongue was doing insane things to her rational train of thought. Breathe, Jess. Remember how your lungs work. Air is good.
"Nick." Jess opens her eyes and pushed lightly on his chest, causing him to lean back from her. Jess gnaws on her lip as she took the sight of him in, all big brown eyes that look confused but so sexy and stupidly stupid ruffled hair (Jess feels a sense of pride that she was the one that made it look so ridiculous) and it takes all her self restraint not to just smash her mouth on his and render her previous intervention pointless.
"One time thing, right?" She asks as she creeps nearer to him, toying with the hem of his shirt and looking him boldly in the eye.
"Sure, Jess. One time thing." He smiles, pulling lightly at a loose strand of her hair.
"This means nothing to me." Jess sighs as Nick's wonderful, magical, fantastic, amazing tongue (did she mention Nick had a great tongue?) licked a path across her collarbone and up the side of her neck and she fisted his shirt between her fingers, suddenly too aware there were way too many layers between them.
"Me either. Absolutely nothing." His breath is hot against her skin and Jess' eyes roll back into her skull as he nibbles at her earlobe, sending all of her thoughts cuckoo banana crazy. His mouth was pretty great, too. Second to his tongue of course.
"We're friends. Frieeeeeeeeeeends." The end of her sentence comes out as a kind of squeal because Nick's inched his hand under her pyjama bottoms and was dangerously close to where she wanted him to touch her the most. Nick laughs and it's so hot and dark and low that Jess feels her lady parts clench in anticipation, and woah nelly this has elevated quickly.
"Jess." Nick removes his hand and mouth from her suddenly and Jess mewls in protest, opening her mouth to protest at his actions because damn she was so twirly and it was partly his fault having that stupid face that made her stomach do flip flops. Damn Nick Miller and his face. Damn him.
"Shut up." He laughs, kind of serious, and Jess furrows her brow in indignation about to protest when his mouth crashes against hers again and his hand slips once again into her pyjama pants, grazing her inner thigh and all arguments die in her throat.
Damn Nick Miller.
Damn him.
Nick trails his mouth from her lips down her jaw and neck and kisses down her pyjama shirt over every tiny button and Jess groans in anticipation at his actions, arching her body toward him and begging him to remove her of the stupid article of clothing. (What is even the point of shirts anyway?)
"Someone's impatient." Nick smirks against her skin and Jess lets out a little huff of frustration, debating on whether to just rip the damn shirt off herself to let his lovely mouth have access to her aching skin already.
"Shut up, it's been a while, okay?" Jess grumbles, and Nick lets out a gruff laugh, bringing both hands to toy at the first button of her shirt. Impatience growing, Jess pulled open the button herself, and Nick's eyes darkened dangerously.
"Forceful."
"Don't pretend you don't like it." Her voice is teasing, and Nick leaned down to kiss the smirk off her face hard, moving to quickly unbutton the rest of the little buttons of her pyjama shirt, and releasing the last one with a relish her grinned wolfishly. As quick as a light his mouth was on her, kissing across her chest and oh my oh my oh my. Jess tunnelled her hands through his hair (she loves his hair almost as much as she loves his mouth and oh his wonderful tongue that was tracing patterns across her stomach and oh my god) and clutched his face to her. Her whiskers tickled her delicate skin and he giggled, causing Nick to pull away from her and regard her with a crooked brow.
"Why are you laughing?" He asks and she giggles again at the turtle face.
"It tickles." Jess blushed under his gaze, suddenly very aware she was half naked beneath him. This most definitely must change. She toyed with the hem of his shirt and chewed on her lip, eyes wide and blinking up at him. "Nick, take your shirt off."
Nick sat back on his haunches and regarded her amusedly, before slowly slipping her shirt over his head, throwing it over his shoulder. Jess sat up and pulled her face back to his, tongue sliding past his lips and into his mouth, delighting in how their naked chests felt pressed up together. She forgot how much she liked skin.
Fingertips danced across his chest, revelling in the feel of him, tracing contours of the muscles in his chest that clenched under her touch, causing him to suck in a breath. Nick moved his mouth from her to continue its assault of her neck and Jess sighed contentedly.
"You've been working out," Jess comments as she notes his more pronounced stomach muscles, the way his cookie pooch seemed to of reduced significantly. Nick's mouth curved against her neck in a smile.
"Thanks for noticing," Nick grins, moving his hands up an down the side of her body, causing her to shudder. Pushing him back off her she lay down on the pillows behind her and crooked her finger at him, and Nick grinned, crawling up her body. He delicately moved to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled down at her, and Jess cursed at the butterflies that erupted in her stomach at the sight of his smile. Friends. Friends. Naked friends.
Nick moved to trace her over her panties but Jess shook her head silently, grabbing at his wrist.
"No Nick, I need you. Now." It came out slightly more desperate than she had hoped, but she was far too lost in the way his dark eyes grew even darker as he nodded numbly, twining their fingers and kissing her knuckles. Jess fixed her gaze with his as she moved to undo his belt and pull down his pants and boxers, and he hooked his fingers around her panties and pulled them off her body.
Then, nobody moved. They just looked at each other for too long with their entwined hands resting at either side of her head, heavy breaths mixing together in the silence.
"Nick?" Her voice sounded small.
"Yeah, Jess?"
"Kiss me." He brought his face to eyes and kissed her hard, swallowing her gasp as he slid into her watching as she arched her body closer to his. She began to rock her hips against his, protesting at his lack of movement, and her name tumbled from his lips like a prayer. He gripped her hips to keep her still, pressing their foreheads together and kissing the tip of her nose.
"Nick, please." Nick's eyes sprang open at her plea, and he kept his vice like grip on her hips strong as he drew back and slammed into her, drinking in her breathy sigh. As her hips created a rhythm with his he kissed every inch of her face: nose, lips, cheeks, forehead, eyelids. As she drew closer to her release, she became more vocal, combining his name with god and yes and please and harder and it was nearly enough to send him insane. When she finally came, she let out a quiet scream, arching into him so that her mouth was next to his ear, and she gasped out.
"Oh, oh Nick. I've missed you."
Hours later and the rising sun had painted a pink glow around the walls of his room, and Jess lay wide awake, tracing patterns on his chest. Nick had fallen into a deep sleep hours ago, Jess could tell by the way his chest rose and fell and his eyelids fluttered with dreaming. Sighing, she decided it would be better if she was gone when she woke up, so she threw on her discarded clothes, padding to the door quietly.
"Jess, come back to bed you doofus." Nick grumbles from his position in the tangle of sheets, and Jess winces as she realised she'd been caught. Damn it, Day, you need to work on your sleuthing skills. Turning to look at him, she stuck out her hip and put her hand on it confidently.
"Are you sure that's a good idea, Nicholas?" She questions primly, raising her eyebrows. Nick just turtle faces.
"Of course it it. My bed is cold and you are warm. Now, come here." Jess sighs at his words but returns to his bed anyway, snuggling into his embrace. Rolling over to look at him she puts on her best serious expression, causing Nick to sigh heavily and slink back into the pillows.
"Out with it, Jess. What's up?" Jess sat up slightly and twiddled with Nick's bedding, picking at a loose bit of thread, eyes downcast. Realising something was actually wrong Nick sat up slightly, lifting her gaze to meet his with a gentle tap under the chin.
"I think we're doing it wrong, Nick!" Jess says, and Nick nearly chokes on air.
"What? Doing what wrong? Because I don't think you can have sex in any..."
"Not sex. I'd say we're doing the sex pretty well, wouldn't you?" Jess winks at him and elbows him lightly in the stomach conspiratorially, causing him to groan in embarrassment. He was sleeping with a girl that did theatrical winks, god help him.
"This. Us. This 'Friends With Benefits' thing. We're doing it wrong!" Jess says dramatically, and Nick turns to look at her questioningly.
"How?"
Jess huffs, and sits up straight, crossing her arms across her body. "Well, first off, I'm pretty sure we're supposed to 'bang'," She air quotes bang and Nick cringes, "Then one of us are supposed to leave. In this case it would be me because we did the deed in your room. Get it?"
"But, I know how much you like cuddling, Jess..." Nick starts, but Jess interrupts.
"That's the point, Nick! You're not supposed to know that!"
"Jess, you were my girlfriend for a year! Of course I know that!" Nick barks back at her, exasperated.
"Maybe that's why we're doing it wrong!" Jess shouts, eyes wide. "We're too complicated, me and you. First room-mates turned friends turned couple turned friends turned friends with benefits? There's not supposed to be any strings, and I feel like we're living in Gippetto's freaking workshop!"
"So, what? You want to end it?" Nick asks quietly, and Jess turns quickly to look at him.
"No. Yes. No. Oh, I don't know!" Jess groans and flops her face dramatically into his pillow. Nick runs a hand lightly up and down her spine in a comforting manner.
"We're a mess, Jess." Nick laughs tiredly, running a hand down his face. "But I don't know if I can be without you." Jess sits up abruptly, shocked by his honesty, and finds herself blushing under his intense gaze. A smile tugs at the side of her mouth. "Why can't we just try it? One day at a time."
"As what?" Jess asks, hugging her knees to her chest, and Nick shrugs.
"You know me, I'm Nick Miller, I'm too cool to put labels on things." Jess laughs at the memory and Nick grins at her, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.
"Friends. Let's be friends Nick. And not of the naked kind." Nick kind of feels like he'd been punched in the gut but he managed to keep his expression neutral at her words, but his hand stilled with it's comforting motions on her back. "I don't know how I'll ever be able to move on from you, if all I'm doing is having a lot of fantastic sex with you all of the time."
Nick nods glumly and swallows past the lump in his throat, as she gets up from his bed and stretched languidly, heading toward his bedroom door stifling a yawn.
"Schmidt and Winston are going to know about this, aren't they?" Jess asks, pausing at the doorway. Nick nods.
"You were never one to voice your satisfaction quietly, were you Jessica?" Jess blushes and throws a pillow at Nick's head which he catches.
"Night, jerk." She smiles at him a little sadly and pauses just before she leaves his room, turning to him with her mouth open as if she was going to say something, before apparently deciding against it, instead choosing to shoot him a tight lipped smile.
"Night Jess." Nick whispers quietly at the closed door, cursing at his own stupid cowardice at not telling him how much he really didn't like the idea of them being friends at all and how he didn't care if she never ever moved on because if he didn't have her then no one else could either. Punching his pillow angrily into shape he screwed his eyes up tight and tried to block out the smell of strawberry scented shampoo and vanilla perfume that seemed to of taken up residence in his sheets.
Damn Jessica Day.
Damn her.
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