Two months, she thought to herself, since she'd seen his smile, looked into his deep brown eyes, took in his smell, heard his laugh. She breathed out heavily, "Two long months", the words escaped her lips almost by accident, accompanied by her sigh.
Jess examined herself in her full-length mirror. She was wearing a short, white summer dress. She applied a last bit of blush, adjusted her glasses, and walked into the hallway.
Nick had gotten back from New Orleans a couple days ago, but Jess had only returned from Portland that afternoon. They barely talked while he was gone, simple texts here and there. She'd been pining for Nick all summer and talking to him proved to be too difficult. But she was done, she reminded herself that she wasn't that type of girl, she was Jessica damn Day and she was ready to let Nick know how she felt. With Winston working overtime, and Cece and Schmidt house hunting, it was just her and Nick alone in the loft.
Nick was rummaging around in the kitchen. He looked up and locked eyes with his best friend. A smile spread across his face, "Jessica!" He said her name with such ease, in a way that made her feel comfortable and safe. She smiled back.
"You look amazing," he said, trying not to ogle the beautiful woman who stood before him.
"Hi Nick," she said sheepishly, coming down from her adrenaline high and realizing her skirt was indeed very short. "I got back from Portland this afternoon. You must have been sleeping."
"I really missed ya, Jess," he blurted out the words he'd been holding in for months, and that she'd been waiting to hear. "I missed you too, Miller." She took a seat at the counter.
They began to talk; or rather Jess did, about her newfound interest in woodturning and learning Portuguese. And, just as Jess was about to recite the speech she'd practiced in her head a million times, Nick started to unload. He talked about how he never really saw Reagan because she was so busy. After two weeks, they'd broken up. He found himself his own room above a cafe. And in that cafe was where he wrote his book, The Pepperwood Chronicles. A book he dedicated to her.
Jess was shocked, "Nick, why didn't you tell me all this earlier? Why the hell didn't you just come home?" her head was spinning with this new information to process.
"I was embarrassed Jess. The night of the wedding you were so supportive of me. I felt like if I ran home after two weeks you'd think I was a failure... Ineeded to show you I wasn't."
She furrowed her brow, studying him, trying to figure out exactly what he meant.
Nick set his phone down on the counter and familiar chords floated from the speakers and made Jess smile, "Miller, what has gotten into you?"
He didn't say a word; he walked to the other side of the counter and took her hand. He guided her by the small of her back to an open space and pulled her in with such force that she gasped. They melted into each other as they swayed.
"...the time of my life.." he faintly sang into her ear. She threw her head back and laughed, "God, you have a terrible singing voice."
The song ended minutes ago but they were still in each other's embrace. Nick pulled back, "I want you Jessica, all of you, 100%. And I'm never going to let you go again." He leaned in and they shared a long, hard, intense kiss. They stopped to lock eyes, breathing deeply. Nick started kissing Jess' neck, working his way up to her ear. "Nick," she exhaled. Jess stripped Nick of shirt to expose his newly toned chest. "Whoa, man," she smirked. Nick's hands explored her body, smoothing down her back, tightening his grip around her familiar curves. Without hesitation she began to unbuckle his belt. Through his pants she could feel he was strong, thick, and ready. But before she undid the button on his jeans, Nick grasped her chin and shook his head, "Not yet."
He led her into his room. Placing soft kisses on her neck, he found the zipper at the top of her dress and slowly pulled it down. He pushed it off her shoulders and it puddled to the ground. There she stood: smooth skin and rosy cheeks. He sat her down on his bed. Rubbing his hands over her thighs he pulled her lacy underwear down. He smiled and gently leaned her back. She arched her back and widened her legs. He kissed down her body. She was radiant, and his tongue began to explore her. "I've missed you so much," he moaned. She whimpered in reply. She curved her back in ecstasy, pulling and grabbing at Nick's hair. "This... this is…" she couldn't make a coherent sentence. Her whole body began to shudder as his tongue sped up. He had slipped his long fingers inside. He could feel her tighten around him. She yelped. Then almost by surprise, as she wasn't quite sure when he'd lost his pants, he slid himself into her. Their eyes met and shared an, oh my god I can't believe this is really happening look, as he steadily and deliciously entered her. He nestled his face into her hair, thrusting deeply.
He could feel her pulse around him. Nick pulled himself up to look at her. She screamed. She was beautiful when she orgasmed. The sight of her undone made him instantly come hard and quick. His pace slowed. "You are fantastic, Jessica." She covered her face with her hands, feeling embarrassed, knowing she had the kind of orgasm that takes you out of your body. They kissed again and lay tangled in each other. An air of calm relief came over both of them, a certain way neither of them had felt for two long years.