Based on the original script of Chicks and Dicks and an idea by Talulah 9988 on Tumblr.

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Sitting at the bar, Jessica was feasting on a meal of chicken wings and rose wine. Recently single, her new roommate Schmidt had decided that the only way for her to move one was to find a rebound and tonight she was trying to find just that. So far this evening her attempts at finding a suitable guy, any guy actually, were not exactly going well. She had however learned that 'hello sailor' is not the best pick up line, so it wasn't a total loss. As she crunched through a stick of celery, a tall smartly dressed guy appeared beside her at the bar. Putting down the vegetable, she turned to him with a huge smile and said, "Hi."

The guy looked at Jess, slightly dishevelled with her wild hair and thick black glasses and said, "I have a girlfriend," before turning away and moving 6 feet further down the bar. Jess sighed deeply at Nick, who was polishing glasses.

"Wow. I just said hi. I can't hide my crazy," she said as she began to tear into another chicken wing.

"Where would you hide it? One more pink wine?" he asked, picking up her empty glass. She nodded and continued to chew thoughtfully.

"Maybe you should be my rebound. You know? Just get it over with. Get all that sexual tension off the table," she raised her eyebrows and began to lick her fingers, removing the spicy wing sauce residue that coated them.

"Okay, sure," he replied as he placed another glass of cool wine in front of her. Jessica coughed, choking slightly on the peppery dressing.

"Wait, seriously?" she tilted her head to one side and waited for his response.

"Yeah, I mean it's inevitable right? Three guys, one girl – something's gotta happen sooner or later." He rested his hands on the edge of the bar and looked at her seriously.

"I guess…" she said uncertainly.

"We could just deal with all that straight away. Take that out of the equation. I mean, soon enough you'll realise I'm emotionally stunted and immature. This way I can make a good first impression."

"You're awfully confident Miller," Jess replied, still not believing the conversation they were having.

"So I appear, but I am not," he said simply, before continuing to polish the glasses. Jess considered the proposal. She needed something to help her move on. Nick was cute, she knew he wasn't a serial killer or anything (or at least she hoped). They were friends (sorta). But would it be weird sleeping with a roommate?

"Wouldn't it like make things weird in the loft? I mean, Schmidt and Coach, what would they think?" she asked as she poured a mouth full of sweet wine into her mouth and swilled it around her tongue, tasting the hint of peach it held.

"We're both adults. I don't see what it has to with them," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. Jess sat back in her stool and straightened her back.

"Alright, why the hell not. You're gonna be my rebound guy." She said, almost trying to convince herself before she began to get carried away and started speaking in a low voice, "My sexual conquest. I'm gonna use you like a paper towel. You're gonna-"

"Jess, stop before I change my mind and forget this conversation ever happened," she immediately filled her mouth with more wine and gulped it down to stop herself talking.

"So…" she wasn't quite sure what to say next.

"Tonight? I finish at 11," he suggested.

"Tonight?" she said a little too highly before recovering herself and trying a deeper, sexier voice, "Tonight. Sure. Your place or mine?" trying to seductively raise her glass but taking a sip too quickly, causing her to immediately start to choke a little on the pink liquid. Nick leant forward and tapped her on the back until she stopped coughing. She noticed for the first time how good he smelled. Damn good.

"I'll meet you at the loft. 11.30," he finished with the last glass and placed it down, waiting for her response.

"Okay," she said, nodding her head, "Okay." Nick smiled and walked away to serve another customer. What the hell, Jessica thought. Is this really happening?

As Nick walked over to serve a middle aged guy in a football jersey and a baseball cap, he reviewed the conversation he had just had. As he poured a glass of cool, amber beer he mulled over her words. She had propositioned him. Half seriously. Then, in an out of body experience, he had watched himself flirt back and turn the heat on the conversation up by about 100 degrees. Did that really happen, he thought. She wasn't serious, surely. Only one way to find out…

It was 11.35. Jessica sat on the worn, brown leather sofa and waited nervously. She tapped her foot. She played with her hair. She mindlessly flicked through the channels on TV. But all the time her mind was on the events of earlier that evening. Still she couldn't be sure if he meant what he said. Nick was hard to read. He seemed to want to appear serious, the straight guy. But she saw a hint of humor and crazy hiding under the surface.

She looked at her watch. 11.36. Where was he? She sighed, clearly he didn't mean what he had said. He was joking. Her heart began to beat a little faster as her anxiety rose. This was a dumb idea. Since moving into the loft she had not thought of him… sexually. Jessica liked to compartmentalise her relationships – friends in one box, boyfriends in a separate one. When you went in one box, it was hard to jump into the other. And in any case – what box would this put Nick in? Feeling antsy, she flicked off the TV and hopped up, walking over to the kitchen in her stockinged feet. Opening the refrigerator she selected a bottle of beer and twisted open the top, resting her arm on the door as she poured a generous amount of the cool, bubbly contents down her throat. Immediately she felt the waves of relaxation flood through her body, as her racing heart began to slow.

Suddenly, she heard the heavy, metal door of the loft bang shut. Reaching onto her tiptoes, she peeked over the refrigerator door, only to see Nick appear in the living room. His back was turned away from her and she immediately ducked back down. Crap, he's back, she thought. She heard the clip of shoes walking across the wooden floor of the loft before they stopped a foot away and Nick's face appeared at the side of the door. "Whatya doing Jess?" he asked.

She looked up from her crouched position and drank another sip of beer, "I, er, was little hot. I was trying to cool down."

"You could have just opened a window…" he pointed out, as she stood to her feet.

"Oh, yeah, that would have made more sense," she reached inside the cooler and pulled out another bottle of beer before offering it to Nick, "Beer?" she asked. He responded by taking it and quickly opening it, tossing the cap in the trash can. Jess closed the door and lay back against it, one arm behind her, and the other pouring small mouthfuls of frothy beer into her mouth. The silence mounted between them as they each watched each other drink.

Nick stood with his arm resting on the kitchen island. His green and blue flannel shirt was half untucked and partially undone; she could make out a little chest hair underneath. His hair was a little messy and his tanned face was covered in a generous layer of dark stubble. Her stomach jumped a little. She had to admit he was a little hot.

Drinking the beer Jessica had handed to him, Nick was lost deep in thought. So she was here. Did that mean this was still on? As she lay against the cooler door, he watched her tilt back her head and take small sips of beer, this caused her chest to push out a little, emphasising her breasts. He swallowed quickly and moved his gaze. The short skirt she was wearing showed off a lot of leg. A lot. Inches of black stocking covered legs, stockings he would like to removes…with his teeth.

"Soo…." She finally said finally breaking the silence, "We're really doing this?"

He began to peel the paper label from his bottle of Heisler as he responded, "I guess we are." Another moments silence passed.

"Soo… How do we do this then?" she asked, letting her bottle holding hand fall to her side.

"I guess we should kiss?" he suggested, twisting his face.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

Nick placed his bottle of beer on the counter surface and took a step so he was within inches of her face; taking it in his hands. Staring into her eyes, he suddenly asked, "Are you a tonguer?"

"What?"

"I mean, I don't want to put my tongue in your mouth if you don't like it." She took a second to process this. No guy had asked her that question before.

"Yes, I am a tonguer, tongue away."

Silently, they both began to lean towards each, eyes closed until suddenly, their foreheads clashed against each other.

"Oww," Jess cried pulling back and holding her injury.

"Oh God, I'm sorry Jess, " Nick said, worried.

"It's okay," she said, shaking her head and sighing "Let's try that again shall we."

This time, Jessica reached up and pulled his neck towards her, tilting her head to meet his face. They started cautiously; small, exploratory kisses. His lips were surprisingly soft and his kisses not what she expected – tender and knowledgeable. She felt his arm gently slide around her waist as she dropped her almost finished beer and reached up her other hand, wrapping her arms around his neck. The kiss intensified, testingly, he eased his tongue, cool from the beer, into her warm mouth. She responded in kind, pulling herself up onto her toes and wrapping her own arms more tightly around his neck.

Quickly, his other arm snaked up her back, pushing her chest closer to his and causing her to gasp a little in surprise. She could feel her breath becoming more ragged and his heart thumping loudly. Without missing a beat, he lifted her up onto the counter top. Moving closer to her, he began to lay a trail of kisses down her neck. She moved her legs apart, so he could get closer and her fingers twisted into his hair; raking her hands though, balling her fists in his thick dark mop.

The hot kisses that trailed her neck and chest caused little flutters of desire to rise in Jessica. This was really happening. The scraping of his stubble against her soft skin was in equal parts uncomfortable and electrifying. It was happening so fast, but she wasn't going to stop it…

As he returned his lips to hers, waves of pleasure rippled through him as her soft mouth pressed against his. One arm was tightly wrapped around her tiny waist as her legs had begun to encircle him and pull him closer. His other hand was entangled in her thick hair, drawing her into him. Finally they drew apart and locked eyes.

"That was…" he began.

"Yeah…" she replied.

"Shall we…?" he asked, gesturing in the direction of the loft's bedrooms.

"Yeah...," she replied, nodding and sliding quickly off the counter top before pulling him back into the kiss.

They moved slowly across the living area of the loft – their kisses hampering their movement - until they reached the hallway that separated the two bedrooms. They paused.

"Umm…"Jessica began, her eyes flitting between the two doors. Without thinking, Nick suddenly scooped her up and turned the handle of his door, pushing it open and moving inside with her wrapped in his arms.

Inside the darkened room, Nick moved slowly towards the bed before setting Jessica down it's edge and sitting beside her. Jessica felt the urge to speak.

"Nick, I don't normally do things like this. Okay, I never do things like this…"

"Me either."

"Really?" she asked unbelievingly.

"Yeah, well not since college. Since Caroline."

"Oh," she said, "Well I guess that makes us equal then."

"I guess," he said before leaning back into her.

As their kiss resumed she began so undo the small buttons of his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders and allowing her hands to run down the warm skin of his arms and then over his back. His own fingers pulled her shirt out of her waist band, his hands slipping underneath the black material and sliding up her back, over the clasp of her bra, before he pulled it over her head.

Lost in the moment, Jessica stood up and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and kicking it to one side. He moved forward and placed his fingers under the band of her black, opaque tights, sliding them to the floor, taking in the feel of her legs as he did.

She stood before him, just in her underwear, feeling the tension between them. She tried to break it saying, "Well their goes our friendship."

"Ah, we weren't that close yet anyway," he replied, pulling her onto his lap.

The next few minutes were a blur as their pace quickened. The remaining garments they wore quickly found their way to different parts of the room, as they moved speedily, not wanting to waste any time.

Soon, they were both free of clothes and wrapped against each other. She became more and more pent up at the feel of kisses and hands covered her body, her breasts, her face…The hardness of his erection pressing against her stomach and thighs, teasing her…

"Damn it Nick, if we're doing this, let's do it," she said breathlessly, he paused and looked up at her.

Without speaking, he reached over her to his nightstand, grabbing a condom and roughly kissing her face as he moved back to put it on. As she waited she tapped her foot anxiously, God, this was really happening…

Suddenly he lifted her, pushing her up the bed, causing her to let out a small scream as he settled himself between her legs. She didn't have a moment to think before he slid one arm under her waist and began to move himself inside her.

Nick's mind hadn't worked properly since he had started kissing Jess in the kitchen –he'd worked purely on instinct. As he felt the pressure of her soft warmth he began to lose control. He had not expected this to happen. Jess was this crazy girl who cried and watched bad 80's movies… Or so he thought. This Jess was different, incredibly different. Sexy, amazingly sexy.

Jess began to let out ragged gasps as Nick began to thrust rhythmically into her, their bodies rocking against each other. Who was this guy, she thought. This wasn't the Nick who she thought she knew… He was different.

Soon, their pace quickened and Jess let him control their movements, leading them quicker and faster until he suddenly rolled over onto his back and grasping Jessica's knees he pulled her onto his lap. She began to rock and circle her hips, quicker and quicker until she felt the stirring in the pit of her stomach rise to an uncontrollable level.

"Oh, God, oh God, oh God!" she screamed, reaching forward and grabbing his chest as her body stiffened. Her pleasure instantly increased his and his arms quickly wrapped around her, pulling her close as pure bliss flooded through him.

Finally, Jess moved over so she lay back on the bed beside Nick, unable to speak. Finally, she spoke.

"So…."

"So…"

"Nick…"

"Jess… Uh..."

"Yeah..." she replied breathlessly. Both of them thinking, what had they done.