Just a quick little something! I've missed writing in this fandom so badly, but grad school and work have been kicking my ass lately. I'll maybe add another chapter? I think this will probably end after two though.
As she carefully scrubbed the leftover food from the plates, she sighed to herself. While she may always choose to see the good in others, she could not deny one of her worst qualities. To anyone who gets to know Jess well enough, it is obvious that she has a stubborn streak. In many circumstances, it's been an absolutely wonderful trait. People tend to look the other way and give in to her desires without too much of a fight.
Extra chalk. The comfortable rolling chair.
She never abuses her power, she just doesn't give up so quickly either.
But in Nick Miller, she had found a challenge. An incredibly cute, but all the same frustrating challenge.
"Jess, you've been scrubbing the same pan for 10 minutes. Do you need help?"
He carefully leans in behind her as he wraps his arms around his blushing roommate.
"Uh… Nick.. I think I've.."
Grabbing her hands, he guides her along, scrubbing the pan as gently as possible.
"See, you need to be careful not to scratch it. It's Schmidt's and you know how he gets about the kitchen," he whispers into her ear as he continues to move in closer to her.
"I knew you wouldn't go through with it, Jess."
Trying to find the right words to fight back, only a small meep escapes her mouth.
A deep laugh soon follows from behind as he lets go of her hands and slowly backs away. He grabs a beer and leaning against the adjacent counter, continuing an obvious ego high.
"I think you're drunk, Nick."
Just clean these dishes, Jess. Just keep it in your pants and clean these dishes.
"Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact that you didn't stick to your guns like you usually do. Are you losing your touch, Ms. Day?"
As she sets the pan down in the sink, she removes her gloves and faces a smirking Nick.
He knew exactly what buttons to push. He's been doing it all evening.
He knew how hard to push them to get her angry or riled up.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she suddenly grinds up against him.
"Don't push me Nick. I won't quit this time around. You don't have Remy to hide behind."
Surrounded by the silence of the loft, he wraps his arms around her waist and looks into her eyes.
"Too bad I don't believe a word coming out of your mouth."