Early S3 AU where Schmidt picks Cece clean and doesn't go full arsehole. From Double Date I know S/CC isn't really popular, but if anyone thinks this is okay, there may be some more N/J down the road.

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Cece turned away, rolling up the sleeves of Schmidt's button down as Nick slipped out of the room. He did a pretty good job of covering up his bits, so Cece didn't catch a glimpse of anything she shouldn't have. As she turned her attention to Jess, still reclining in her bed, she notices that Jess had gleefully taken an eyeful big enough for the both of them. And then some.

"Could your smile get any bigger?" Cece asked, her own smile creeping across her face.

"I don't know. Honestly, I don't know," Jess said, shaking her head a bit. "But anyway, back to you. I don't think Schmidt's the drug type. Unless we're talking male enhancement or some variety thereof."

"That's actually kind of frightening."

"I think you've got it, though. He's just really, really into you. He's been in love with you for years, Cece, and now? Maybe he's just trying to show you that."

"Hmm," Cece pondered, rubbing her chin. "I suppose I could try to repay him for all the extra… attention…"

"Yeah, well, I don't…."

"He's always had this thing for blindfolds. And he loves the color orange. I wonder…"

"Don't really need the specifics."

"Gotcha," Cece said, getting up from the bed.

"Where are you off to?"

"Oh, just got some planning to do," Cece answered with a wry smile. With that, she slipped out the door.

….

Schmidt came home from an exhausting, 10 hour day, and was relieved to find the loft empty. Winston and Jess were probably down at the bar for Nick's shift, he reasoned, and he had the place to himself. After a long, hot shower, and perhaps even a quick power nap, he would give Cece a ring, and maybe have her pop by for some dinner.

As he approached the door to his room, he was surprised to find it shut. He always left it open during the day. The wonderful smells of Schmidt usually seeped into the dining area, and everybody in the loft benefitted from the added scent. Somebody had been in his room. If Nick was in there 'borrowing' his avocado scrub again, so help him, Schmidt thought as he flung open the door….

He dropped his bag and his jaw, the former hitting the floor, and the latter nearly doing so as well.

Cece was atop his bed, lying on her side, wearing a barely there orange teddy. The slit up the side seemingly going on forever, and the top cut so low and tight that it's very ability to contain its cargo seemed, at the very least, doubtful. She flipped a magazine in front of her and looked up nonchalantly.

"Oh, hey Schmidt," she said, low and steady. "Glad you're home."

"Home, that's home. My, hey-ho" he stammered.

Cece slowly sat up on the bed, taking the time to deliberately lean forward, giving Schmidt a tantalizing glimpse of girls. She slipped her bare feet to the floor and stepped towards him, taking his red tie in her hand.

"Not really one for casual Fridays, huh?" she whispered seductively as she loosened the knot.

"There is nothing casual about my work ethic, Cece. Ballin' 24-7, you know that."

"I see," Cece said, removing the tie and turning her back to Schmidt. "So, you're saying you're not interested in… taking it easy tonight?"

"Well…"

Cece started loosely tying the tie around her neck as she made her way towards Schmidt's dual level closet.

"Because I was thinking of ways to help you… relax," she said as she pushed the suit tops hanging from the bottom row of the closet aside, carving out a large, empty space in the bottom of the closet.

"Well, handling my virgin wool Calvins like that isn't the way to go," Schmidt said, moving forward before being stopped dead in his tracks.

Cece had turned towards him, shooting him a sexy smile paired with an arched eyebrow. She flipped the tie over her shoulder and slid it up so that it fit snugly over her ears and forehead. She freed her bangs before reaching to retrieve something on the shelf of the closet behind her.

"That's too bad," Cece said, looking at the floor at her feet. She carefully dropped to her right knee, measuring the space between herself and the closet. She scooted back a few inches before dropping her other knee to the floor.

"Oh?" Schmidt gulped.

"Yeah. See I had some… ideas," Cece said as she held up a pair of black, fuzzy handcuffs in front of her face.

Schmidt stood frozen for a moment before he had to remind himself to breath.

"Since you've been so… generous of late," Cece said slipping the cuffs around her left hand. "I thought maybe I'd return the favor."

"Um…."

Cece gripped the closet's bottom bar with her left hand and slid the open handcuff over the bar. With her free hand, she slowly pulled the tie down over her eyes and smiled. She lifted her right hand behind her and felt for the handcuffs with her fingers.

"I mean, I guess we could do something else," she said, tilting her blindfolded head.

"Um… this…. This might be okay. This might be good. You know, if you want to…" Schmidt spit out excitedly.

"As you wish," Cece said, snapping the opened cuff over her right wrist. She gave her arms a soft tug to make sure the handcuffs were solid enough to hold her. Finding that they decidedly were, she crossed her ankles behind her, and settled down on her knees.

Schmidt stood in awe, taking her in. The slit of the already dangerously short teddy ran high, so high he wondered if it was made for someone far less voluptuous than Cece. His eyes moved over her ample breasts, noting that the rise and fall of her chest as a whole had increased. Perhaps she was just as excited as him. He finally set his attention on her face. Her wide, beautiful eyes were obscured by the red tie, but her full, red-painted lips were cracked slightly open, on full display. He stood for a good while, just taking her in.

"Schmidt?" She said, breaking the silence.

"Ya-huh?"

"I'm going to need your help a little her.

"What's that?"

"Come here, Schmidt,"

"Oh, right. Right right right."

He made is way over to Cece, stopping just before her blindfolded face. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew it was going to be awesome. In the meantime, the agonizing suspense was delicious.

"What, uh… what should I do?"

"Well, this isn't supposed to be about what you can do for me, Schmidt. It's about what I can do… for you."

"I could get into that," Schmidt said, smiling and invisible smile down on Cece. He started to reach for her, and pulled back. "Anything?"

"Yes, anything. Within reason, of course. But I'm not a very reasonable person, so your window is pretty wide."

"Game on," Schmidt said, crouching down in front of Cece.

He ran his right hand across her cheek. She turned her face into the palm, giving it a gentle kiss before turning back away. His hand ran down her shoulder, slowly, and over her arm to her raised elbow. He took his hands from her for a brief moment before placing them both on her hips. He deliberately raised his hand to her chest, ever so lightly caressing each breast over her silk nighty. Her mouth opened further as a sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips. Schmidt gave each breast a firmer squeeze before releasing them from their orange prison. He continued to softly caress her breasts all over before finally choosing to concentrate on the nipples. As he did so, Cece's breath caught in her chest, and her mouth fell open wide, a soft cry escaping.

Schmidt was more than ready at this point, but he still wanted to give Cece a little more. He raised his right hand to her face and brushed her lips with the thumb of his right hand. He squeezed her right breast a little tighter with his left hand as her mouth again opened wider, this time blindly reaching for Schmidt's thumb. She took it in her mouth and massaged it with her tongue. To her dismay, Schmidt quickly removed his hand from her face. Her disappointment was short lived, however, when she felt Schmidt's wet thumb and forefinger lightly pinch her nipples. First her right breast, then her left. After a few more times around the horn, he removed his hands altogether, choosing instead to go in with his mouth. Cece arched her back a bit and tilted her head back as Schmidt gently licked and nibbled at each breast, making sure to never give one more attention than the other. After what seemed like an eternity of this, Cece finally spoke up.

"Schmidt, this is supposed to be for you," she scolded.

"Oh, I'm doing this for me," Schmidt said, taking her breasts in his hands as he moved his lips to her neck.

"Okay," Cece said with a giggle. "Let's put it this way. I'm ready to do stuff for you."

"As you wish," Schmidt said, placing one last kiss on her lips before standing up in front of her. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well," Cece said, uncrossing her ankles and straightening up on her knees. "I was thinking…"

"Yeah?"

"Normally I would take off your pants, but," she said with a slight shake of the handcuffs. "You know?"

"Consider it done," Schmidt said, kicking his shoes off and dropping his pants in seemingly one motion. His already erect penis all but sprung from his boxers like a jack in the box.

"That was quick."

"Don't worry, you won't get to say that often," Schmidt said with a smile.

He looked down at her a moment. The delicate curve of her ankle, the full, round, perfect shape of her freed breasts. All good, all very very good. But all he could think about was her pouty red lips. As if reading his mind, Cece ran her tongue over her lips.

"Why don't you… come a little closer," she urged.

Schmidt slowly inched towards her, not knowing quite how to play it. As he got with inches of Cece's face, he started to ask her advice.

"Should I…"

"Just keep it close," She smiled. "I'll find it."

Schmidt's eyes got big as he watched. Cece smiled as she slowly leaned her head forward, then to the right. Forward a little more, then to the left. Forward a little more, to the right…. Jackpot.

Her cheek grazed against Schmidt's cock. Now knowing where the target was, she turned her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She carefully licked his shaft from base to tip and back again. The then ran her lips back up the shaft and over to the other side, and repeated.

"Is this good?" She asked before parking her head straight in front of Schmidt throbbing member.

"Good doesn't begin to cover it."

With that, she took his entire tip in her mouth. She ran her tongue in a circular motion around the tip, making sure to concentrate on the underside of the head. Schmidt's body language told her she was doing good. After a few more swirls of her tongue, she decided to go deeper. She took about of much of Schmidt in her mouth as she could and started running her lips back and forth down his shaft, occasionally tilting her head to change up the angle. She continued for a few minutes, never releasing his cock from her mouth. She could tell he was getting close. She ambitiously dove in for one big push, taking him in deeper than she ever had before. She held him for a moment, his tip in the back of her throat, before slowly running her lips back down to the tip.

Schmidt was almost undone. He softly grabbed her hair from behind her and piled it on top of her head. He held on loosely to steady himself as Cece brought him near climax. Just before, he reached his thumbs down over the blindfold and lifted, revealing her brown beautiful eyes.

"That's it," Schmidt said, stepping back. "I'm gonna…"

"It's okay," Cece said, taking the tip in her mouth once again.

"Cece, you don't…"

"It's okay, Schmidt," she said with a smile. "I want it."

She took him in again and concentrated on the tip. She felt his pulse change, and in that moment she looked up at him and batted her eyes. He came all at once, shooting into her mouth with great relief. Her eyes went wide and she smiled a bit at what she had caused him to do. She closed her lips over his shaft and pulled her head back, releasing him again. She looked at him and smiled before swallowing. She have her head a little shake before returning her lips to his dick for a little more maintenance. She sucked the tip clean before letting him go. She crossed her ankles, and sat back on her heels, and smiled.

Schmidt exhaled and closed his eyes. He took half a step back and composed himself for a moment. After the grandest release of his life, he was a little surprised to still be standing. He opened his eyes and looked at Cece, still on her knees, still bound to the bar in his closet, still smiling with pride with her accomplishment. And still exposed, her large, perfect breasts hanging invitingly over the top of her orange teddy.

"Keys are on the table, big guy," Cece said, raising up on her knees a bit.

"Right," Schmidt said, instinctively reaching to the table. He grabbed the keys and moved over towards Cece. He crouched down and looked at the keys in his hand. He then stopped and smiled at Cece.

"What?" she inquired.

"Hmm."

"What?"

Schmidt set the key on the floor and settled onto his own knees in front of Cece.

"Your turn," he said, taking her right breast in his left hand, slowly moving his thumb over her nipple.

"Schmidt I…." she started before a soft moan interrupted her. Schmidt just smiled as his right hand found her left breast and slowly moved down her torso to her exposed thigh. He ran his hand from her knee to her center and found, as he had hoped, that she wore nothing under her teddy.

"You don't…" her mouth protested, but she uncrossed her ankles and opened her legs slightly to allow his hand access.

"Shh," Schmidt said as his fingers made their way inside her. She was already wet, he discovered. A discovery that somehow started to bring his own erection back to life. How, he wasn't certain, as he had to be running on E at that moment.

He inserted his index finger slowly, being sure to gently rub it over her hood with each repeated entry and exit. She looked down at his hand on her breast and breathed heavily.

"So…. Good."

He smiled and took her face in his left hand as his right continued to work. She looked at him with great appreciation as he cupped her cheek. She turned into his hand and again took his thumb in her mouth. She closed her lips over his thumb and rolled her tongue around it until her breathing made it difficult to concentrate. She bit down with minimal force as he increased his efforts with his right hand, adding his middle finger to the mix below.

Cece held her breath as she found herself close. Too close, too soon she thought. She tried to fight it off. Schmidt took his thumb from her mouth and again took it to the nipple of her right breast, softly rubbing it in a circular motion. Cece looked at him sweetly, her mouth hanging open from the intense pleasure. Schmidt had an idea.

Without a word, he reached to her head and pulled the tie down over her eyes.

"What…" she started.

"Trust me," he said. He gathered her right breast in his hand, massaging the nipple again. She groaned, louder than before, as he took his lips to the nipple of her left breast. He ran his tongue over her nipple a few times before running his teeth gently over it. She eked out a small squeal as she buried her blindfolded face into her right arm, still suspended overhead. She bit her own arm slightly as he quickened the pace. Damn, she was close.

Schmidt took his mouth from her breast and raised his head to meet hers. He grabbed her face and pressed his lips to her open mouth. Her tongue shot into his mouth and found his own. He broke the kiss and again put his hand to her face. She again took his thumb in her mouth and sucked. His lips moved down to the left side of her neck as he suckled gently. Her mouth opened wide as he did so, freeing his left hand to again find her right nipple. And that proved to be the final combination.

"Oh, God. Schmidt!" she cried as she released.

He felt her convulse around his right hand, her walls closing in around his fingers. She stopped breathing for a moment as her body shuddered. She dragged her lips across her shoulder as she tried to catch her breath.

"Oh my God, Schmidt," she started, crossing her ankles behind her again as she started to rest back on her heels. "That was amazing."

"What do you mean 'was'?" he smirked.

"Huh?"

He removed his fingers from inside of her and worked his still wet index finger over her tiny hood. She shot up off her heels as she bit her arm, harder than she meant.

"Oh God!"

Schmidt concentrated wholly on her the tiny spot at the top. Every pass sending surges of pleasure through Cece's entire body. He reached out to her shoulder with his left hand to steady her, as her cries became higher and quieter. Her breathing grew rapid as she lost all control. He'd never gone this far post orgasm before, and she wasn't sure how much more she could take. But Schmidt was determined to find out.

He moved his hand from her shoulder to her breasts in an attempt to gather both in his one hand, a task that proved futile. She gripped her hands together tightly as her body bucked against Schmidt's right hand.

"Okayokayokayokayokay," she finally cried. He reluctantly stopped, removing his hand from between her legs, and fell back to his butt, exhausted. Her body went limp as she settle back down to her heels. Her head hung down, her chin touching her chest, completely spent. They rested for a moment, or longer.

Schmidt finally moved to his knees, gathering the key from the floor. He pulled the tie off of Cece's face and revealed her tear stained eyes. She smiled at him as he placed the key in the lock of her handcuffs and turned, freeing her.

She popped up to her knees, grabbed his face, and kissed him. Hard. He kissed her back, but her moment knocked him back until he found himself on his back, Cece splayed out over his chest. Her fingers found their way into his hair and started to aimlessly twirl. She settled her head into the crook of his shoulder as she slipped to his left side. She threw her bare leg over his waist and squeezed.

"Thanks," she said, lessening the hug.

"You never have to say thank you," Schmidt said. "Besides, you give better than you got."

"I don't know about that," she said, closing her eyes. "My legs are still tingling. I'm not sure I could even walk right now."

"Well, you're not the only one," Schmidt sighed, closing his eyes.

"Lucky for us we've got nowhere to be," Cece sighed, letting her left hand fall to Schmidt's chest.

"Luck for us," he repeated.

They fought sleep for a short time, but their exhaustion got the better of them. They slept long, and the slept hard. And they slept well.