It's been a while since I've posted any Schmece Stories. I have several in the making but I have been having severe writers block. I'm working through it as quickly as I can so with any luck, I will hopefully have a few more stories posted within the next few months. Thank you for being so patient and supportive. And thank you for reading the stories I have posted. It means a lot to me. Hope everyone likes this one. Please review/ favorite and feel free to share it with other Schmece fans out there!


Perfect. Cece had found herself using that word a lot lately. For the past six weeks, everything in her life was finally perfect. Not only was she back together with the love of her life, but now they were engaged. Every time she replayed his proposal in her mind, she couldn't help but smile.

She woke up from yet another night of peaceful sleep, and found herself wrapped in Schmidt's arms. She looked over at him, still fast asleep and grinned before she nestled her head back into the crook of his neck, gently kissed the underside of his chin and closed her eyes again. Absolutely perfect.

One Hour Later

Schmidt and Cece were startled awake by the sounds their closest friends just outside the door in the kitchen, screaming and banging on pots and pans. The closed door allowed for their voices to be muffled, but not enough to be completely silent. From the tone they could hear, they were definitely arguing. Then again, there was no other reason for them to be that loud this early and not be going at each other.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Cece asked in irritation. She was not a morning person at all. Schmidt rubbed his eyes trying to wake himself up.

"I have no idea." He said groggily, "I guess the kids are up." Cece threw a pillow over her head, but that was no help. She could still hear the idiots she called her friends. She angrily slammed the pillow down and sat up in the bed, turning to face her fiancé.

"Ugh. I'm going to kill them!"

"Welcome to my world." Schmidt said with his eyes still closed. Part of him was still half asleep.

"Can you please go deal with that?" Schmidt opened one eye to look at her and saw pure annoyance on her face.

"Okay." He threw the covers off of himself and stood up grabbing his shirt and shorts from the floor and quickly throwing them on. As he made his way to the bedroom door, he looked back at Cece. "Are you coming?"

Cece got up out of bed with the sheet still wrapped around her. "Yeah. I just need to get dressed first." She walked over to him and gave him a quick yet sweet kiss before he left the room.

Schmidt walked into the kitchen to find Nick and Winston standing next to a dirty stove top covered in what looked to be white dust, and Jess about five feet away holding a fire extinguisher. All three were yelling at each other at the top of their lungs and Schmidt was almost afraid to ask what happened.

"Guys! Guys! GUYS!" Schmidt screamed over them finally getting their attention. "What the hell is going on?" Once again, they all began to speak trying to tell their side of things, but as the others began to talk, they each felt the need to talk over them. "Hang on!" Schmidt yelled. "One at a time. Please."

"Well," Nick began, "I was making myself some breakfast. Then Winston got mad because I was using his and Coach's 'special crepe pan'."

"-That pan is only supposed to be used for making delicious, light and fluffy treats. Not whatever greasy, artery clogging mess you call yourself trying to cook." Winston couldn't help how ridiculous he sounded.

"Anyway, while we were arguing about that, the stove caught fire…again. Then here comes Jess out of nowhere and sprays us with the fire extinguisher, WITHOUT EVEN A WARNING!"

"Hey," Jess finally chimed in. "I told you guys to move, you just weren't paying attention." That was true. The guys were so wrapped up in their argument over the pan of choice that couldn't hear Jess' clear cut warning to move out of the line of fire.

"That doesn't give you the right to spray us with that crap all willy-nilly! What if that got in our mouths? It could be toxic!" Nick's forehead vein was now completely visible.

"I'm sorry! I was trying to stop the loft from burning down around us!"

"Now look at my crepe pan!" Winston looked like he was about to cry. "It's ruined! This represented a memory I shared with Coach!"

"Winston, it's just a pan. What about my food? I can't eat that now!" Schmidt and Jess both rolled their eyes at that statement. Winston's aggravation was understandable at least, but all Nick cared about was food.

"You shouldn't be eating that crap anyways ya' Fat-Ass! What are you trying to do…die?!"

Cece finally emerged from Schmidt's room dressed in her usual morning attire of a spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of pajama pants. Nick and Winston immediately cringed at the sight of the look on her face. She was about ready to kill somebody.

"Seriously you guys? What the hell?" Cece looked back and forth between the guys and Jess and had figured out what had happened based on context.

"What's your problem?" Jess asked her best friend with somewhat of an attitude, getting looks from each of the guys. Unlike Nick, Winston and occasionally Schmidt, Jess wasn't afraid to talk back to Cece. After having been best friends for over twenty years and finally getting into a brawl with her, there was no fear about ruining their friendship.

"My problem?" Cece's tone of voice caused the hairs on the back of Schmidt's neck to stand up. He was debating on whether or not he should hold her back. "I don't like being woken up at eight in the morning on a Saturday because you three morons can't make breakfast." Schmidt just nodded his head along with what she was saying. He was practicing his husbandly duties early.

Jess, however, got irritated. "I know you two aren't coming at us with noise complaints. We've heard everything coming out of that bedroom for the last six weeks. And we mean everything! All those afternoon quickies, Schmidt crying like a little bitch, and don't even get me started on those 3 am 'wake-up calls'."

Schmidt became defensive. He'd be damned if he allowed anybody to get on his case about succumbing to his natural emotions. "I have said it before and I'll say it again. I create a free environment in the bedroom. What happens beyond those doors is a sacred thing. That is Darwin's Jungle!"

"Okay, look." Jess began evening her tone to sound sincere in what she was about to say. "Cece, Schmidt, you guys know we love you…so much, and we are so happy for you guys, but…we just can't take it anymore. All the noises coming from that room… its driving us up the wall!"

Cece held her hand up in defeat. "Okay. You know what, your right. We're sorry. How about this? Schmidt and I will just stay at my place for a few days?"

"I'm fine with that." Schmidt said shrugging his shoulders and wrapping his arms around Cece, kissing her on the forehead. As tired as she was, she let herself be taken in by him and brought her arms up around him with her head on his chest. She was actually looking forward to the new arrangement. Nadia was out of town for a few days, so they would have the place to themselves. She smiled at the thought. Just the two of them…all alone. She couldn't wait.


The Next Day

Schmidt pulled his 'man-bulance' into the first available spot he could find outside Cece's apartment. After the day he had at work, he was kind of excited to spend the evening in a quiet house without his idiotic roommates running around wreaking havoc. Just him with the woman he loved. Nothing but absolute serenity.

He rode the elevator, and the closer he got to her floor, the more he started toying with his keys. He was way too excited to finally use his keys to her place. It made their relationship feel that much more real to him. The elevator doors opened and he made his way towards the apartment. The key slid in easily and the lock disengaged without any issue. Before he opened the door, he took a moment to contain his enthusiasm. He wanted so badly to walk in a shout 'Honey I'm Home!' But he knew Cece would probably throw a shoe at him if he did. He took a deep breath and opened the door and once he entered the apartment…his jaw dropped.

Standing before him, in the candlelit room that smelled of vanilla, was the woman he loved, wearing only his treasured kimono, holding two glasses of wine. Schmidt closed the door and set his bag down, but that was all he could bring himself to do. Cece knowing full well the state of shock she sent her man into, walked over to him as seductively as she could, just to go that extra mile. She handed him his glass of wine, grabbed his tie and used it like a leash to lead him into the living room.

"What…is all of this?" he eventually mustered up the strength to ask.

"I just wanted to do something nice for my fiancé. So I went to the loft earlier today and packed you some of your things…including this." She used her free hand to gesture to the length of her body showing off his kimono. "And then I grabbed your favorite from Asakune for dinner."

"You…are…amazing." Schmidt inched closer to her, never breaking the hold their eyes had on each other. "I love you, Cece."

She smiled back at him. "I love you too, Schmidt." It was effortless for her at this point. The day they got engaged, Cece had made her first vow, just to herself. She was going to say those three words to him every chance she got. Cece was completely dedicated to this relationship. She wanted him to be her last and only, for the rest of their lives.

They ate their dinner at the table sharing stupid stories and little laughs. It was always so easy when they were together, simply talking and enjoying each other's company. When they finished their meal, that Schmidt had absolutely loved, they made their way to the couch with what was left of the wine bottle. They talked about the wedding and basked in the happiness they felt for being together once again, this time for good.

Talking wasn't the only thing they were good at. After they began to feel the effects of the wine make its way to their heads, one thing led to another, and they decided to let their bodies do the talking. It was then that they realized what their friends were talking about. They were loud. Although what their friends didn't understand, or rather didn't want to understand, was that their high volume was the way they expressed the passion they were experiencing. Neither of them had that with anyone else. It was something special that they shared together.


So that is the first chapter. Next one should be up pretty soon. Hope everyone is liking it so far. Please let me know what you think. I'm eager for feedback. Thanks For Reading!