Hey so this is actually my first New Girl fanfic… even though I've literally read just about every story in the archive (I have no life) lol. This was a request by winsletkate on Tumblr… THIS ONE'S FOR YOU BRO! FOR SCIENCE! These are unrelated… just sometime in the shippy future.
Nick opened his eyes lazily and found two very awake baby blues staring back at him, shining with excitement. A grin slowly made its way across his face and he watched the eyes blink once, twice, three times before he allowed himself to speak and break the spell the morning always brings.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said, his voice raspy with sleep. She smiled softly before jumping on top of his chest, no longer able to hold in her excitement. He let out a soft oof as she tucked her long legs underneath her body, catching him in the gut along the way.
"Why are you so excited?" He teased with a mischievous grin on his face. A momentary look of confusion flitted across her face before she recognized the sly expression and leaned down, pressing her forehead to his and bumping their noses together.
"Christmas in New York must be ten times better than Christmas in L.A.," she whispered, her warm breath flitting across his face. He chuckled lowly before stealing a quick kiss from her lips.
"Couldn't think of a better way to celebrate our on year anniversary Jessica," He murmured, enamored by the child-like excitement in her eyes at the prospect of spending their anniversary and Christmas in the "Big Apple."
"This is our first trip together as a couple ya know," she commented casually, rolling off his chest and laying by his side.
"Well… That's cause for celebration," he said roguishly, before taking her back into his arms and kissing her heatedly.
"NOT THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING!" Schmidt roared from down the hall and Jess and Nick dissolved into laughter, clutching each other lovingly.
"Jessica, Nicholas, get in here!" Schmidt yelled, perched on the couch next to a uninterested looking Winston. Nick walked in rubbing his eyes, shirtless.
"Where is your shirt Nick?!" Schmidt screamed. "It looks like your four months pregnant!" He continued, voice continually getting higher with indignation. Nick glared at him, advancing toward him to start a bitch-slap fight.
"Hey! That's mean!" Jess' voice chimed from around the corner and Nick froze and turned around, enjoying the view of her walking around the corner in his t-shirt from last night and her boy short pajama pants. Schmidt's mouth dropped open in unadulterated rage and Winston shook his head, muttering what sounded like classic.
"No! This is unacceptable! Jess, Nick, if you're going to do this you should not have complained when I hung Cece's underwear in my window as proof I banged her!" Schmidt bellowed. Jess looked down innocently and realized what she was wearing. Nick grinned at the blush blooming across her checks and took her into his arms. He was leaning down to kiss her before Winston cleared his throat.
"Hey man, listen to what Schmidt has got to say," he said, then patted Schmidt on the back signaling him to release his thoughts.
"Well, I am calling a loft meeting to order," he paused to let it sink in, and knowing Schmidt, probably for unnecessary dramatic effect.
"You two have been unbearably couple-like and it is ruining my chi!" he whined, hands flopping on to couch petulantly.
"So… That means you wouldn't like it if we did this?" Nick asked slyly before bringing Jess' face close to his and whispering,
"Twenty seconds of direct eye contact?" Jess grinned and held his loving gaze while Schmidt fell onto the floor, dragging Winston with him, groaning the entire way.
"Stop it," he yelled, now rolling on the floor.
"Look at him guys, you're killing his inner manliness," Winston stated, standing up and walking into the kitchen humming "Popular." Jess and Nick reluctantly pulled away.
"Fine," Nick relented, "We'll stop," Schmidt jumped up and ran to high five Winston.
"I knew it would work man! You were golden, thanks for backing me up my homie!" He shouted, clapping Winston on the back.
"Don't call me homie," Winston muttered before taking a long dreg of the cup of coffee he had just poured. Schmidt turned around, about to lay down ground rules when Jess whispered to Nick,
"Eskimo kisses, my love?"
I might continue this if you want me too. Like little one shots and stuff(:
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