So. They'd decided they were gonna stop the shenanigans, and keep to middle school rules. Jess knew that she made the rules, but she also knew she could make Miller crack faster than Schmidt could say "driving moccasins". She didn't want to ruin their friendship, but it had been a while since her and Sam had broken up, and she was feeling real twirly lately, especially after The Date. So she decided to have a little fun with Nick, since he thought he was so clever by trying to tease her with the beer gargling. However, in all her Nick-related fantasies, she couldn't have imagined how it fast it would escalate to *this*.

It all started one night, when Winston and Schmidt had gone to see a movie. Jess was in the middle of planning Cece's bachelorette party, so she didn't have the time to spare, and Nick was happy on the couch, watching the game. Well this was his excuse, although after he said this he made eye contact with Jess, gargling his beer then smiling smugly as she left the couch to go to her room.
"He thinks he can break me? *Me*? Hahaha, fool. Prepare to be broken Nicholas Miller", she laughed to herself, as she changed into her sexiest underwear, a black lacy bra and black frilly panties to match that Cece had bought her after the starfish incident. A little while later she heard him return to his bedroom and she decided it was game on.
She gave herself a pep talk, "come on Jessica Day, you can do this! You've been friends with Cece long enough, she must have rubbed off on you by now. Let's do this son!" and putting on her best model face, she left her room. She crossed the hallway to his room, remembering to knock of course, and opened the door, leaning on the doorframe with her hands behind her back, pushing out her chest.

"Yes Jessi-" Nick's mouth dropped open as he turned his head to face her. She smiled at him innocently.
"Is there a problem, Nick?" She looked down and traced her right hand over her breast, then looked back up at him, still open-mouthed and gawking. He tried shaking his head, as if to shake the thought of her out of his mind, but when she was standing right in front of him, barely clothed, it was hard for him to think of anything else.
"Uuuuuuuh… what? N… nuh… nope" he managed to squeeze out, his eye twitching while trying his very best to make eye contact with her eyes, and not her breasts, which looked just as good as he had remembered, and thought about constantly, from that fateful game of Strip True American.
"What can I for you do? I-I mean you do… Do for you?" He cringed at being so obviously flustered by her body, but he thought hopefully she hadn't noticed.
She had.
Smiling gleefully as she sauntered over to his closet, she explained, "well, I was thinking of having a dress up theme for Cece's party, and I wanted to dress up as a sexy lumberjack, but I don't have any shirts that would go with that".
She turned to him and pouted cutely. "You wouldn't mind if I borrowed a shirt would you?"
"Of course not! You can have whatever you want from me, you can have the one I'm wearing if you like", and he began to unbutton his as fast as he could.
"No, no, it's fine, I'm sure this one will do", she said, trying to hide her smile as she pulled one out from his closet and slipped it on. Nick started to regain his composure, although the sight of her in just his shirt was almost as hot as the little lacy number.
"Yeah that looks great, Jess, I mean, not as good as on me of course", he said jokingly, trying to regain a little control over the situation.
"Hmmm, I think you might be right there Miller."
"I am?"
"Yeah, this blue and black isn't doing anything for me at all", she said firmly as she slipped it back over her head and hung it back up on his closet.
"Now, this red and black number, this will look good. But I suppose it looks better on you because you don't wear a bra… I guess I'll have to do the same", she sighed. Not the smoothest of segues, she thought, but it'll do the trick.
"What do you me-", he audibly gasped as she unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor beside her, leaving her back completely exposed to him. Good thing I'm facing away from him or he'd probably have a heart attack, she thought, but a big part of her wanted to turn around and find out exactly what he'd do.
She slipped on the red and black shirt over her head, and deciding that she'd had been mean enough for one night, she skipped over to where he was sitting on the bed.
"Does this look up to your standards, Nick?" she asked him sweetly, with her hands on her hips and breasts at his eye-level. He gave up on trying to form a coherent sentence or look away, and stared openly at her chest as he nodded noiselessly.
"Or is this better…" she lowered her voice as she undid a couple more buttons slowly, her insides tightening at the way he set his jaw and clenched his fists as she did so.
"Yeah, that looks damn fine" he growled, his knuckles going white as he gripped his pants tighter, which only made the quickly growing bulge in his pants more obvious. He stood up suddenly and looked down at her with dark eyes.
"What are you trying to do to me, Jess?" he pleaded, searching her face for an answer. She batted her big Bambi eyes innocently and shrugged.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Nicholas". She stepped forward and looked at him out from under her lashes, biting her lip, partly to tease Nick more, but also because if she didn't restrain herself in some way she was about to lose all control herself.
She pushed him down gently so he was sitting on the bed and leaned forward, giving him a full view down her, well his, shirt.
He looked down, then looked back up at her.
She leaned in further, tilting her head to the side.
Nick froze, unable to even blink or breathe.
She smiled slyly, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"Goodnight, Miller", she whispered, the feeling of her hot breath on his ear and neck almost sending him over the edge. She let go of him and strolled out of his room without looking back.
He breathed out shakily, and threw himself onto his bed, repeatedly hitting his head on the mattress, cheerfully trying to knock himself out, anything to get that damn image of her looking up at him with his shirt on, biting her lip and that fuck me look in her eyes. He took off his jeans, threw them at the wall angrily and got into bed, resigning himself to the fact that he would not be getting any sleep that night.

Meanwhile, Jess was in her room furiously texting Cece and practicing her speech for when she won the Oscar that she felt she thoroughly deserved for that performance. She got into bed and hugged herself triumphantly, trying to calm down enough to go to sleep, because the sooner she slept, the sooner it would be the next day, and she couldn't wait to continue pushing Nick's buttons. She didn't know that Nick had decided the same thing, that two could play at that game, except he would not let her off so easy. He usually let things go unfinished, but this was something that he was going to finish, and it was gonna be damn good and hard and strong.