Day 1

His lips were wonderful. Forceful but tender. It was everything he couldn't say to her - instead he poured his feeling into stroking, touching and the best sex she'd ever had. Groaning lightly, she tilted her head and was rewarded by a deep groan and even deeper kissing.

Above them, mismatched cups and plates rattled as she shifted and he pulled her closer to the edge of the counter. His hands stroked up and down her thighs, each time going a little bit closer to where she really wanted. She could tell that he was just about to pull back and suggest they 'get a room' so she ran her hands through his hair and grinded against him. She wanted him. Bad.

There was just one problem.

"Ugh, please, would you get a room!" Schmidt marched into the kitchen, "Oh wait. You have two of them!" Frowning, hands on hips, he waited for them to spring apart.

Jess leaned back and pushed gently at Nick's shoulders. His eyes flashed and he huffed. Jess smiled and stroked the side of his face with a finger and mouthed Later. He shook his head and whispered, now.

She'd never been this in love before – the kind where the minute they were alone and barely then, hands and lips were everywhere. Really they were just catching up – they both had two years of fantasies to act out. It was hot. Very hot.

Not that she was innocent. At any given moment she would be overcome with lust and drag him away to the nearest room. Or chair. Even that one time on the table. Closure on the whole fish tank incident. Neither had realised sex and friends could be this good. Incredible.

But Schmidt? He wasn't happy. And never one to hide his emotions, he was letting them know it. Consequently, he'd been pretty intolerable lately. His own love life had come to a juddering halt at CeCe's non-wedding. And after casually suggesting he date both women - just until he was sure who he loved – neither was speaking to him. Hardly surprising, but very annoying all the same. Mostly they ignored him but sometimes Jess wondered if he was actually hurt that she'd taken Nick away from him. Maybe she was their Yoko?

Sighing heavily, Nick turned to Schmidt, "Well, you'd better get used to it, buddy, this is our home too."

"Yes, Nicholas. I'm overjoyed that the people getting the most action in this loft right now is you two." He scoffed, "I'm falling way behind, man."

"On what?"

"My annual sex quota."

'Ew! Jar.' said Jess and went to get down off the counter but Nick was too quick and pulled her back in. She struggled, not because she didn't want to be there, but because Schmidt was watching them.

She pointed at the jar and huffed, 'Well, you know what you have to do, Schmidt."

Schmidt rolled his eyes, 'And what would that be?"

"Choose." she said.

Nick nodded, "She's right. For the love of God, just pick one of them so we can have some space."

Schmidt frowned. "I can't! On one hand you have CeCe; a model and Indian goddess, but then there's Elizabeth - the only woman who loved me when I was fat. It's an impossible choice, Jess. No man should have to face something so horrible." Shaking his head he was clearly still no closer to picking.

At that moment, Winston walked in. Looked at Nick and Jess, smiling stupidly at each other, and Schmidt, rolling his eyes, and with a whispered "Oh hell, no." he immediately turned and went to his room.

"You know, I'm tempted to stay single forever," Schmidt continued, "Just to ensure you two don't sully my home with your oh-so-vanilla sexual proclivities." And with that, he huffed and marched off.

Nick shook his head and chuckled. Beginning to make out again, their eyes locked and both pulled back with a frown. Nick sighed and said, "OK. Out with it."

Moving over to make tea, "Do you think we're sullying the loft?" She asked. Nick wrapped his arms around her, moved her hair aside and began nibbling on her neck. She elbowed him and said, "Nick!"

He moved back slightly and kissed her cheek. "What?"

"Focus."

"No, I don't think we're sullying the loft. Do you?" he asked.

'No, but I don't want the guys to feel they can't be at home because of us."

"They're fine, Jess. Trust me. They've put me through far worse than what we've been doing." he winked. Then said, "Besides it's not me who's insatiable..."

"What?" she laughed, "Me? I'm insatiable? That's absurd. You want it way more often than me." She poured the water into the cups, elbowing him aside so she could get to the cream.

Eyebrows shot up and he smiled, "Excuse me? Who woke me up three times last night?"

She shrugged. 'That was different. I could totally go without it for longer than you.'

He folded his arms, "Oh, you think so?"

She reached up, kissed his cheek and nodded, "Oh yeah. You'd totally cave before me." she blew on her tea and took a sip.

"No way."

"You would and you know it. Face it, Miller, I'm the honey, you're the bees. I'd bet on it."

He laughed, "A bet? I'll take that bet."

She laughed along then sobered quickly when she saw his face, "Wait. What?"

With a cocky smile, he nodded, "Sure. Let's make a bet. I bet I can make you ask me for sex before I do."

"Ha! That'll be the day, Miller." He merely shrugged and reached for her tea. She slapped his hand away and studied his face.

"You're serious. You really think I'm more into sex than you? Let's just remind ourselves, Nick, who was it who couldn't help kissing me? Who was that again?" One red nail tapped against her mouth, "Let's think. Are you thinking?"

"That is true. But that doesn't change that I could get you to beg me now." And, with a huge grin, he mimed gargling a beer.

"Shut up."

"You may not like it but we both know it's true." Then he gestured towards the table. There may have been some begging involved but they'd been role-playing so that definitely didn't count.

Aloud, she said, "Oh, I'm in, Miller. Let's talk terms."

He rubbed his hands together. "OK. We'll keep it really simple," she nodded, "we agree to give up sex for one week - but either of us can ask the other at any time - and the forfeit..." He thought for a second, then said, "Whoever caves has to tell the other how they feel."

Jess's eyes light up at the prospect of hearing him say the words first and she quickly stretched out a hand before he changed his mind, "Deal."

He shook. "Great"

"Great." She echoed then walked over to the table to gather her bag.

"Hey, Jess?"

"Yea-" but before she could say anything more his mouth was on hers. How on earth did she keep falling for that move? It was so Nick - all passion and intensity - but it totally proved her point, he wanted her. A lot. She absolutely couldn't wait for the time, very soon, when he'd have to actually say the words. I love you.

Pulling back from the kiss, he leant his forehead on hers. Then taking one of her hands, her breath caught as his mouth caressed her knuckles and she shivered. Not a good sign. She might have to work late a few nights this week. It wasn't going to be easy to stay off him. Their eyes locked and they both smiled. They knew they'd just had the same thought.

Finally, with tiny, biting kisses on her mouth, he murmured, "Just so you know, I've never lost a bet in my life - and I fight dirty," then he pulled her flush against him and dipped her backwards in his arms - Rhett Butler, eat your heart out! - smouldering brown eye met blue, as he whispered, "really dirty."

Unsteady - lost to all sense of space and time - she grabbed his forearms and blinked. Then, after a few deep breaths, she went about tidying up the breakfast things as if nothing had happened but she felt him behind her, waiting.

"Ha! You'll fold first, Miller." She exclaimed, annoyed at him for still being able to make her lose her senses. They'd done it so many times, in every way she knew and some she didn't, but he could still render her breathless with a kiss and cheesy dip manoeuvre.

She banged dishes into the sink, "And we'll just see who's the dirtiest. I have a few tricks up my sleeve and in other places..." Turning she placed both hands behind her on the counter, slowly, deliberately, putting her upper boobs on generous display. Then, tracing her fingers across her collar bone and down, then explicitly she moved a finger up and down.

He swallowed, his face a picture of pure want, "You bet." he croaked.

'No, you did." Then she blew him a kiss "Fool." and chuckling softly, left for work.

Day 2.

She was wearing his hoodie and that damm invisible shirt again. Nick's hands wiped the bar counter with a bit more force. Casual as you like, she strolled past the tables, ignoring the catcalls from the buck's party, but swinging her hips in just that way he'd told her to. Her eyes locked to his and she slowly pulled at the cord. Biting on its end with sensual precision. Nick groaned and Big Bob gave him a look. Here comes trouble.

*to be continued.

Thanks for reading y'all! I've been so inspired by all the great fics shared on tumblr recently that I wanted to throw my ring into the hat once more. Would you read more o this one? Please follow, rate or post a review. I think this will be a really fun story to write…planning a series that spans a week of Ness teasing, seduction and Schmidt , La Perla.