This was inspired by a tumblr post from an anonymously answered question by allaboutnewgirl. I don't write fics very often, so let me know what you think. I'm working on the next chapter, (M rated), so if this gets god feedback, I'll put the next chapter up soon. Thanks! Enjoy!
The loft was silent. No one was home. Schmidt was gone at work all day and had a party later that night and Winston was out, probably spending the night at Bertie's. Suddenly, there was a sound of keys fumbling and unlocking the door. The door bust open and in walked Nick, followed by Jess. Furious, Nick beelined straight for the kitchen counter, throwing down the bags of groceries that were taking up his arms length a second ago. Jess followed behind him, also carrying grocery bags.
"NICK! Nick, I'm sorry! I don't understand what the big deal is."
Nick reached into the fridge and pulled out a Heisler. He shut the fridge violently, and, still facing the fridge said, "You just don't get it, Jessica."
"Well, obviously not, Nicholas. That's what I'm trying to tell you!" She placed her bags down on the counter.
"How can you not see it?!" He turned around to face her. She had been inching closer to him. She reached her arm up to touch his shoulder, trying to calm him down. He shrugged away from her. "Everywhere we go, there's always someone. Always some guy who just HAS to come up and flirt with you! And the worst part is, you flirt back! I don't know how much more I can take of it."
"How could you say that, Nick?! I do NOT flirt back. It's called being friendly. You know that's just how I am!"
"No, Jess, that's not called being friendly. No guy would EVER think that's just 'being friendly'."
"Well then what would you like me to do? Ignore every guy who talks to me?!"
"YES!"
"Nick…I—"
"Forget it, Jess." He turned to walk away from her with his beer in his hand.
Jess stood alone in the kitchen as Nick made his way towards his room.
Tears welled up in her eyes, as she inhaled a deep breath. "It doesn't matter who comes up to me, Nick. All I see is you!" She said hoarsely, her voice starting to crack.
Nick stopped in his tracks. He was just about to enter his room but stopped when he heard her say this. He craned his neck over his shoulder as her tiny ballet flats shuffled along the beigey wood floor. He turned to face her.
"I mean it, Nick. You're all I see, all I WANT to see. Wherever we are, yeah maybe some guy WILL come up to talk to me, but don't you think I worry about YOU?! You should SEE the way beautiful girls look at you! Sometimes I get scared, too, that you'll—"
"Woah, woah, woah. Hold it right there! That is so not fair. You canNOT turn this argument around, Jessica!"
"Well, it's true! There are so many girls who come to the bar just to flirt with the hot, grumpy bartender!"
"Would you just SHUT UP, JESS?! You know that's not true!"
"Yes it is, NICK! It is too true!"
"Oh, so now YOU'RE jealous?!"
"I am NOT Jealous, Nicholas! I'm just—"
"No, Jess, I think you're jealous!"
"Nick, stop that! I am not jealous!" She swats his chest. He steps closer to her and they are both breathing heavily. The loft quiets down for a bit as they stare at each other, anger plastered to their faces.
Jess breaks the silence. "Okay, fine…I get a LITTLE jealous sometimes. But whatever, so do y—"
"WHY WOULD YOU EVER GET JEALOUS, JESS?! YOU KNOW THOSE OTHER GIRLS MEAN NOTHING TO ME." He was screaming at this point, not because he was angry with her, but because it drove him insane that she didn't see that. That she didn't see that he was the only girl he cares about, the only girl he will EVER care about (besides Mama Miller, that is).
"MAYBE I GET JEALOUS BECAUSE I'VE NEVER FELT THIS WAY…ABOUT ANYONE!"
They don't know why they're both still yelling their words, but they continue anyway.
Nick's chocolate-brown eyes watch Jess intently as she continues to speak—scream—at him. He sees her ocean-blue eyes cloud over and become dark and filled with fury.
"MAYBE I GET JEALOUS BECAUSE…BECAUSE…BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT, NICK!? HUH?!" A lone tear rolls down her cheek.
Nick's face crinkles up as he makes his signature turtle face.
"WELL, NO, JESS I DIDN'T THINK THAT…BUT YA KNOW WHAT?! I LOVE YOU, TOO. DID YOU EVER THINK THAT?!"
Their huffing and puffing still quick, Jess took a step away from him. "WELL I'M GLAD WE CLEARED THAT UP, MILLER!"
"YEAH WELL ME, TOO, DAY!"
The couple glares at each other as the loft, once again, fills with crisp, bitter silence, their eyes filled with lust for one another. They both turn their backs to each other, and Jess walks back to the kitchen and Nick turns back to his room. Jess doesn't get very far before she's turning around to Nick marching towards her, reminiscent to the night of the fish tank. She takes two steps toward him as he closes the gap between them, his warm lips capturing hers. Their tongues fought for dominance as Jess' arms snaked up Nick's neck. Nick's own arms were tightly wound around her waist as he guided them backwards towards their rooms. Instead of entering, however, Nick leads them past their bedrooms and to the front door. All without breaking contact, Nick gently presses Jess' body onto the cold, hard floor. She winces from the change in temperature, so Nick blindly reaches for a blanket he knows is right under the table by the front door. Without missing too much of a beat, he breaks contact only for a second to sloppily spread the blanket on the floor. Jess looks up from under him as he shifts their weight so they are now on top of the blanket. Jess fumbled to take off Nick's shirt. He helped and then went straight for hers, until she was laying underneath him…underneath him on a blanket, on the wood floor, with her hair sprawled out, in a red lace bra and a skirt (which he needed to rid her of) right where they had their first kiss. Blue eyes met brown as their breathing stilled for a moment.
Jess opened her mouth, "I love y—" Before she could finish, Nick's lips were back on hers, his tongue swirling around the front of her teeth. He pulled away for a second. "I love you, too, Jessica." And with that, he pressed back down on her, once again capturing her mouth in a kiss that could make them BOTH see through space and time.