One loud noise from the loft stirred Jess out of her deep, comfy sleep. She'd been having a lot of these lately, probably the most greatest sleeps she'd ever had. She would always wake up feeling refreshed, bright, full of energy and usually with a slight smile stuck on her lips.
It wasn't the bed, nor the mattress. No, she was still sleeping in her same, 'pillow-scattered, clean, bright sheets' bed. And it was still the same mattress she'd purchased when moving in. Her place of rest was still exactly the same.
But, lets just say Jess' sleeping arrangement was a little different.
Okay, a lot different.
Letting her eyes slowly flutter open, Jess learned to ignore that little smile she'd woken up with and looked around, her arms reaching up to stretch. Allowing her arms to lightly fall down and sit behind her head, she turned to the left of her, then that little, slight smile widened into a smile that read happiness, a little bit of weakness and relaxation.
It read 'love'.
Her electric eyes darted over his face. He was in such a deep sleep, Jess could have slapped him on the forehead and he wouldn't have even stirred. He'd let his beard grow out a bit, she could see a lot of stubble. But she liked that. She loved that. He wasn't perfect or shiny or sparkly. He was messy and rough, and a little chubby as well as completely handsome, in a hot and scruffy way. He was all hers.
Jess read him wrong, he wasn't in a deep sleep at all. In fact, just her tiny exhale of happiness alone caught his attention and out appeared his sleepy eyes.
"Well, hey." He muttered, trying his best to focus on on the morning beauty stretched out next to him. Slowly but surely, his eyes began to remain focus and he could feel a stretch brewing himself.
"Morning." She whispered, removing her hands from behind her head to the underneath her chin as she laid sideways.
"How long have you been up?" He asked as he stretched his whole body, twirling the covers in the making.
"Not long, about five minutes... Nick, you're taking up all of the covers!" Jess yelled, a frown spread across her face as she tried to pull back her fair share.
"I'm not taking it, it got caught up. Here, take it all. Take it." Nick yelled back, throwing the covers back at Jess. That was a bad idea. His bare arms and legs were a bit chilly now.
"Does it look like I want all of this? You're basically burying me alive." Jess hissed as she tried to pull herself out from underneath the covers.
"God, Jess, it's too early for this." Nick sighed, pulling Jess closer to him before planting a sweet yet passionate kiss on her lips. She attached closer as Nick's hands held onto her waist firmly. She found her legs trying their best to move through the twisted covers and around Nick's waist before her eyes fluttered open, catching a glimpse at her alarm clock.
"Nick, we can't." She mumbled through the kiss, embarrassingly letting out a small moan.
"We can't?" Nick almost sighed, breathing onto Jess' lips as he broke away. Looking into her deep, ocean-related eyes, Nick wanted to just curse at her. How someone could look that incredible after five minutes of awakening was beyond him.
"I have to start getting ready for work." Jess shared the same expression as Nick before she fought with the covers frustratingly.
It had been about a week and a half since they'd both had sexual intercourse, and boy was it difficult to keep their hands off of each other.
They'd not been getting the chance to, what with Jess taking up two more early afternoon shifts a week as well as Nick covering for another bartender for a few evenings. When Nick wakes up, Jess goes to work. When Jess comes home, Nick goes to work. When Nick comes home, Jess is as good as asleep. And so the cycle continues.
It had been a difficult week, full of sexual tension and little quarrels, which lead up to more sexual tension. It was unbearable.
Letting out a secret chuckle as he watched Jess begin to flush was annoyance, Nick sat up and helped her from underneath the covers. "Go get ready, you clown." He muttered, watching Jess hurry out of her room before he collapsed back into her fluffy pillows.
He'd never to admit to such a thing, but he preferred sleeping in Jess' nice smelling, clean, bouncy bed than in his pig stye across the hall. Never would he admit to that.
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"Winston, please. We have been watching cartoons on the television for the past three mornings. It's time I got my pick." Schmidt pointed to the television before his hand fell against his trouser side, creating a slap from the material.
"We are not watching the cooking channel." Winston stated ever so simply before bringing the spoon of Captain Crunch to his lips.
"You're not even watching it!" Schmidt yelled, glaring over at Winston as he perched himself on one of the island stools, giving off no reaction to one of Schmidt's regular outbursts. "You're no where near the television seating area! Your terrible eyesight couldn't even watch the poor animations from this far away."
"I'm listening to it." Winston replied, angering Schmidt to the fullest. Purely because he wasn't getting a reaction at all. As much as Schmidt loved to moan and criticize his room-mates many times a day, Winston had noticed his outbursts had become a lot more frequent. He didn't have to ask why, though. He knew exactly why Schmidt's blood was constantly bubbling.
"Listening to what?! Sound effects of a cartoon mouse hitting an extremely large cat who is constantly on its two back paws around the head with a frying pan? What kind of mouse can hold such a thing, anyway? The frying pan is obviously triple the mouse's weight." Schmidt rambled on with folded arms as his eyes bored through the television screen.
"Schmidt, you like Tom and Jerry." Winston raised an eyebrow after finishing off his cereal. Getting up, he placed the bowl in the sink, along with the spoon.
"Winston, please don't leave your filth in the sink like that. Clean up after your mess, that's all I ask." Schmidt sighed before darting his attention towards the hall behind the metal curtain. "Oh, as if my day couldn't be any more enlightened."
"Good morning, Schmidt." Nick raised his eyebrows as he pulled Jess along by her hand towards the kitchen. Just like Winston, Nick had learned to not react to Schmidt's outbursts.
"Really? Is it such a 'good morning'? It may be a good morning for you three, but for me, I dare to agree." Schmidt exclaimed as he made his way to the cupboard underneath the sink, searching for something in particular.
"That's wonderful, Schmitty. Although, and I'll say this on all of our behalves, I'd appreciate it if you kept it to yourself next time." Nick sighed as he jumped up on what was once Winston's stool.
"What's got your underwear in such a bunch?" Jess asked Schmidt out loud as she pulled the newspaper he had been reading towards her after sitting next to Nick.
"Jess, for god's sake. Why ask?" Nick mumbled, edging closer to Jess' face to seal in the comment.
"Because he's our friend and I'm concerned." Jess bit back in a low tone before looking down at the headlines.
Double taking from Jess to Schmidt who had just closed the cupboards and stood up straight, Nick's eyes widened before he sighed. "No, Schmidt. No more. Put the spray bottle back in the cupboard."
Ignoring Nick's command, Schmidt moved around the island until he reached the other side of the bar table, leaning on the wood. Slamming the bottle on the table, he glared at the couple.
All three room-mates sending Schmidt a worried yet bored look, they then began to dive into morning conversation.
"What are you up to today, Winston?" Jess asked, noticing he was ready enough to walk out of the door.
"Me and Daisy are meeting up for lunch." Winston raised an eyebrow cockily with his answer, sending his two room-mates a smirk as they cheered sexily.
"First date, way to go." Nick winked as Winston stood next to him, receiving the pat on the back Nick had given.
"Where are you taking her?" Jess asked, pushing the newspaper away from her. She wasn't going to read it anyway.
"You know that cute little caféonce you come out of here and turn left?" Winston mentally guided his room-mates through the directions, watching them nod, understanding.
"That's sweet, bro. But are you actually ready to take her out on a serious date?" Nick asked with a smirk, watching Winston throw back a 'what do you mean?' expression. "The last time you tried impressing her, your words were just pathetic mumbles of muddled up sentences."
"Well, I've got my mojo back, if you hadn't remembered before. So yes, Nick. I'll be fine, and the date will go fine." Winston prove his room-mate wrong. "And even if the date does go down in flames, it could never be worse than your guys' first date." Winston folded his arms as the couple's jaws dropped.
"It was not a bad first date!" Jess retorted.
"So what if I tried to impress her with spending way too much?" Nick frowned.
"Or bumping into my ex boyfriend? Or Nick undressing like five times and gurgling his beer? Which you totally did on purpose, by the way." Jess reminded Nick, sending a small smirk.
"It's not my fault you get turned on by beer gurgling." Nick smirked back as their faces got closer. Being wrapped up in the passion and heat, it was only normal that the pair were completely shocked by the quick spray of water that was forced in their direction.
Pulling their eyes away from each other, they both looked ahead and glared at Schmidt, who wasn't even ready to deny what he'd just done, visibly provable with the spray bottle in his hand, still directed at the two.
"Why, Schmidt." Nick shrugged, a turtle-face forming.
"Because, I still don't like this thing you both have going on." Schmidt waved his free fingers at Jess and Nick along with a scowl.
"Schmidt, it's been a month." Nick rolled his eyes, watching his room-mate pace quickly on the spot.
Her eyes widening a little, Jess turned her head to Nick with a cute smile. "Have you been counting?" She grinned.
"Have I been counting?" Nick repeated Jess' question with nervous chuckles, realizing he'd slipped up. Rookie mistake.
"You've been counting, haven't you!" Jess' grin widened as her eyes turned playful.
"Nope..." Nick shook his head before glimpsing at Schmidt. "Put the bottle down!" He yelled, catching his friend in the act.
Lowering the bottle, Schmidt sighed dramatically before storming to his room.
"He is so worked up lately." Jess accused, shaking her head with a scowl. "I mean, I feel for the guy, but I'm quickly getting frustrated with this whole 'everything we say or do is incorrect' attitude."
"He needs to channel his feelings somewhere else. Oh, how about we go back to my old pal-?" Nick jumped up at the brilliant thought, only to be slammed back down my his room-mates.
"No! No water massages!" Jess and Winston yelled, pulling their eyebrows together at the awful memory.
"You don't know Fran the way I do." Nick grimaced through clenched teeth.