Nick Miller loved his treats. Jessica Day loved giving them. The wildly creative, mind-blowing bedroom ones especially, her homemade kitchen delights a close second. Nick loved when he knew about them ahead of time (smelling her S'mores cupcakes in the oven). Or when they were totally spontaneous and rocked his world (that time she dressed as a Southern Belle and he instantly got into character as a soldier, getting to remove her corset and enjoy her company for one night before returning to war...).
The attention to detail Jess put into these treats was not lost on him. Oh, it had taken him a little while to catch on and notice those details, but once he did, it was one of his favorite parts of any treat experience they engaged in. Maybe it was Schmidt's 10-plus years of metrosexual lifestyle influence on him, too.
The fresh-from-the-farmer's-market blueberries she put in her lemon muffins; the naughty nurse costume she wore for him one entire weekend when he was sick with the flu and she took care of him in so…many…ways. Thank God Winston, Schmidt and Coach were on a buddy trip to Vegas that weekend. Although Nick was bummed he missed out on the trip with his friends, he had never enjoyed "recovering" so much from an illness.
Now, a holiday treat was coming, Nick could feel it. Someone who adored Christmas as much as Jess, had to have something extra special planned for her own St. Nick. Not that he was going to dress like Santa Claus for her. No siree, he drew the line at showcasing his cookie pouch and wearing a fake beard. Now, if she wanted to dress like a sexy elf, who was he to argue?
~N&J~
Five days before Christmas, Nick came home after a closing shift at the bar-exhausted but relieved when he remembered Winston was at Bertie's, and Coach was undoubtedly fast asleep in his room. Heading straight for Jess' bedroom, he was surprised to notice the door ajar, but the lights off. She didn't wait up for him?
"Hey Jess?" he whispered as he opened the door and removed his shoes. He heard a click and noticed the twinkle lights were now on (the ones she insisted on hanging around the headboard right after Thanksgiving). "Where are you, sweetheart?"
Her voice came from the general area of her closet, "I have an early Christmas present for you Nicholas!" she sang out.
Any images of sexy elves or winter wonderland ice princesses fled his brain when he saw what was before him.
Jess was in a cheerleader's uniform.