OKAY so this is my first FanFiction and I'm a little excited to say the least. It probably isn't great, but let me know what you think.

I do NOT own New Girl or any of the characters :(

Chapter 1: The Bathroom


Nick lay face down on the couch once again. it had sorta become his thing recently. Beer bottles stacked into quite an impressive tower stood before him on the coffee table, before he told it to "stop looking at me like that ya dumbass" in slurred speech.

Schmidt had left a while ago, looking a little bigger, lets face it fatter than usual. Which lets not lie made Nick VERY pleased with himself. Winston however went to go and, 'do stuff with a girl'. When will he realize that Nick isn't impressed at the fact he can have sex with a girl? And Nick truly wasn't impressed, ENVIOUS yes, impressed... Eh The only problem now though was that Nick was all alone. Again. These past few days Jess had been really busy doing loads of Maid of Honor shit, and Nick hadn't felt this alone in a while. He cursed the fact that Shivy had been talked into having a best man, and that Cece insisted that Jess meet him, y'know before the damn wedding. "'Make the service less awkward' my arse" Nick mimicked Cece, before adding a curse to finish his speech.

Damn the middle school dance rules. Now, because of Cece, Jess was meeting the ever so good-looking... what was that dicks name again? Nick couldn't think, he sat up, and looked up to the roof. "WELL SCREW YOU JESS!" Nick shouted, admittedly too loud. His timing couldn't have been worse because who should stumble through the door? None other than the damn girl with the damn pretty dress and the pretty hair and one shoe in her hand..

Wait... "JESS WHY DO YOU ONLY HAVE ONE SHOE O.." Nick was cut short in his mindless shouting. "WHY ARE YOU SO MAD AT ME?" Jess returned, neither of them quite sure of why they were yelling. Jess tried to focus on him, closing one eye as two Nicks slowly became one. She loved Cece, but she should have been warned NOT to take so much wine as the future In-laws were at Cece's, and Jess had to drink both bottles of wine she had got earlier that night. Bad idea Jessica. Bad idea. Her next idea wasn't great either. Throwing her one shoe down, and kicking off the other while Nick staggered up off the couch about to respond, in a what-she-though-was-a-mumble-but-actually-a-quiet- shout "and if you're offering Miller, I'd gladly accept...'

OH NO. She had just realized what she said. Instantly her vision improved, but would she say sober? Probably not. Even if she could. Her and nick stood staring at each other, chests rising and falling in unison. the sofa among other things separated them during this stand-off. She was in trouble. She murmured something about the bathroom and darted up the corridor,and just like that, she was gone. When she reached the bathroom she looked into the mirror in front of her, hands grasping the sink. She felt like she was playing chase. It was so stupid. Maybe he hadn't heard? maybe he didn't notice?


He heard. He noticed.

Nick dashed as well as any drunk man could dash and stood in the doorway, looking at Jess in the better light of the bathroom. She was in the same dress from the bachelorette party, and God did she look damn sexy in that. He could see all the upper boob any many could wish for. Jess looked straight through her own reflection and to the doorway where Nick stood, with dark eyes. He stared into the deep blue eyes looking at him through the mirror panting, not just because he was drunk and hadn't ran like that for a while, but the weeks he had waited to finally touch Jess again had been killing him.

Jess broke the silence "that's just a err expression Nick. Nicky. old pal" Jess began reeling off any name she could think of to make this situation easier, but the sexual tension was mounting up and she realized again in the bathroom (why always in the bathroom Jess? why?) she wanted him. B-A-D. while making this discovery she saw Nick had edged closer to her, so close his head had almost bent on top of hers, and their foreheads were almost touching. "hey... Buddy, we are right by Winston's room pal..." she began, fighting with her body that was screaming for him to take her, but he shook his head "they're all out, and don't call me Nicky, its weird".

"it's not weird"

"it is Jess, it's really weird"

"as weird as your hands hovering over my boobs Miller?"

Neither of them had noticed, but Nicks hands were positioned directly above, but not touching her upper boob. he stepped back and wiped his hands down his trouser leg, and both let out a small laugh.

"wait... why did you wipe your hands? you didn't touch me!" The laughter grew, and Nick saw a opportunity, which he took.

"well why did you saw you wanted me to screw you!" Nick went to laugh again, be a silence washed over the humor filled bathroom. What had he done? the situation had almost become normal! why was he such a damn idiot?!

"I asked you first"

"my question is slightly more important seeing as I didn't do anything wrong where you pretty much begged me for se.." Nick was cut short once again.

"GOD MILLER IT IS JUST AN EXPRESSION WHY DO TRY AND GRAB MY BOOB EVERY TIME WE ARE ALONE?!" Jess yelled panting as she didn't know where this anger was coming from.

"I DIDN'T TOUCH YOU! I AM STICKING TO THIS MIDDLE SCHOOL DANCE DUMBASS IDEA. WHILE YOU SWAN AROUND WITH ALADDIN OR WHATEVER HIS NAME IS SHOWING YOU A WHOLE NEW WORLD AND FANTASTIC.."

"REALLY NICK? I MEET ONE GUY AND YOU BECOME A PIGHEADED RACIST..."

"HOW WAS THAT RACIST IT WAS A JOKE. GOD JESS YOU ARE LITERALLY KILLING ME"

"REALLY? BECAUSE, FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING, IT REALLY GETS MY GOAT WHEN SOME... SOME... ROOM FRIEND USES LITERALLY WHEN HE LITERALLY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!"

The room went silent. Their chests once more in unison. What neither of them had noticed was how close their faces became during their fight. In their drunken states neither of them had noticed how close each others bodies were, and it became too much.

Nicks arms reached for Jess' face and she pulled him close to her at the same moment, his mouth and hers locking together in a passionate kiss. the kiss held both enticed with the other, completely taken over by their room-friend. As the kiss deepened and tongues began searching hungrily for more Nick pulled away. "Hold on, did you call me your room-friend?"

"YOU'RE DOING THIS NOW NICK?"

"YES! I MEAN. WHATS HAPPENING NOW JESS? WHAT IS THIS?"

"look bro, amigo..."

"NOT THIS AGAIN! JUST SHUT UP JESS!"

"YOU STARTED THIS MILLER!" And with that, he finished it also, grabbing Jess' waving arms with his hands and pulled them closer to him once more. He lead her back up against the bathroom wall as he kissed her for the fifth time since this whole damn mess started. She didn't mind but soon she began to question what he had meant by 'swanning around with Aladdin'. This time Jess pulled away and he rolled both his eyes and his head.

"what now?"

"oh I'm sorry did i interrupt you?" Jess began defensively, to which Nick shook his head.

"WELL WHAT IS IT THEN?" he shouted, letting her arms loose and stepping back into the bathroom.

"WHAT DID YOU MEAN SWANNING AROUND WITH ALADDIN? DO YOU THINK I'M JUST SOME FLOOZY NICK? IS THAT WHAT THIS IS?" Jess asked, her huge eyes not leaving his, until he made his response clear by leaving the room and slamming his door shut. Jess looked around and then back to herself in the mirror. She was flushed, hot, tipsy, twirly and slightly dumb. But she hadn't finished this fight.

Nick wiped his hand up his face, through his hair and down to his neck. He sure as hell wasn't finished fighting with her. Damn, if she thinks she's won she can think again. Nick threw his door open, slightly shocked to see jess just steps before his door, looking as angry as he felt. Both of their expressions softened at the sight of one another, seeing that they had chased after each other to continue talking. Or shouting. But NOT kissing. definitely NOT kissing.

"I don't think you're a floozer Jess"

"it's a floozy Nick"

Nick grit his teeth. "thanks. I really REALLY needed to know the DAMN DIFFERENCE"

"OH MATURE NICK. MATURE. FLOOZER ISN'T A WORD DUMB DUMB."

"JUST SAY DUMBASS JESS YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!"

"NO NICK CURSE WORDS ARE BAD AND MEAN!"

"WHY DID YOU ASK ME TO SCREW YOU JESSICA?!"

"BECAUSE I WANTED YOU TO PUT THE TV ON WHY DO YOU THINK MILLER?"

Nick stopped. Jess stopped. His mouth fell open, while her eyes widened and she began to retreat into her room, mumbling once more, about alcohol and planning with Cece tomorrow. But Nick wasn't letting this go. It may have been his beer moving his legs one step in front of another, but just as Jess went to close her door, his hand pushed it open a few inches, and put his foot in the door, saying the words he had wanted to say again for weeks.

"take off your damn clothes"

She stepped back and let him into her room. he entered without looking up. He looked dark and mysterious. He shut the door behind him and his eyes finally met hers. they looked at each other, like the night the fish tank broke, before he broke the silence once more.

"take off your DAMN CLOTHES" he started to say, but his voice began getting louder and she grabbed him once more and pulled him into a deep kiss. They staggered over to her bed and as he lay over her his hands started to pull her dress looking for a zip or ANYTHING to get the damn thing off.

Jess let out a girlish giggle and said " You are sooo chaotic" to which Nick replied in a breath against her lips " this is NOT the time to be talking."

Both of them sat up on their knees looking at each other and Jess pulled the dress over her head, and nick did the same with his shirt. he then took hold of her face once more and pulled her close. He pushed her back forcefully against her mattress still above her, and his hand slowly crept from the small of her back, down her damn perky bum and around her thigh.

this was it.