A week later...

Nick Miller laid on his back, staring at the ceiling as his breathing returned to normal. Turning his head to the side, he smiled as he saw his roommate, now lover, looking at him with a giant grin splattered on her face.

"Wow!", she laughed, rolling to her side and propping herself up on an elbow. "They definetely heard us this time!"

"And whose fault is it?", he chuckled, and she grinned. Reaching out to her, he pulled her body on top of his and kissed her, feeling her smile against his lips. His hands traced down her back and she placed her legs on each side of his body, his sheet covering their bodies. Suddenly, she pulled back and pushed herself to a sitting position, her naked chest exposed to him. He groaned and tried to get her back to his lips, but failed miserably. Sitting straight, his arms went around her as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Hey! What time is it?", Jess reached for his alarm clock, dropping it on the bed when she felt his lips starting to suck and nip at her skin. Maybe this way she'll get the message. "Nick...God, Nick... You need to stop that". Ignoring her weak protest, his hands started massaging her breasts, and with a whimper, she bated his arms away. "I'm supposed to meet Cece in less than an hour", she explained, rolling away from his body and kicking the sheets aside. She picked up her discarded dress and put it on, not bothering with her underwear. "I'm going to take a quick shower".

"Ugh! It's Saturday! Can't you just meet her some other day?"

Smiling, she approached him and pecked his lips. "You know I can't do that. If I keep postponing our plans, she'll end up finding out about us."

"Shit."

"What?", she asked, starting to walk away from him.

His arm shot out and he grabbed her arm, forcefully pulling her down onto the bed and kissing her neck. "I hate it when you're right", he said, fixing his eyes on her face. Grabbing his face, she kissed him deeply and broke away.

Smiling, she gently pushed him back and stood up. "I'll be gone for the whole evening. I promised her we would go to that new mall they opened on the 5th. Guess who's gonna come back with plently of new lingerie", she said.

"Red or black", he chuckled. "It looks great on you. Every time I see you on those colors, I just..."

"Stop it right there, Mister. I'm going. Make sure the guys don't find my underwear there", she pointed at the floor. Blowing a dramatic kiss at him, she opened his door and sneaked to the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Groaning, he fell back into the pillows and turned his head to the side. 3:47 pm. Closing his eyes, he allowed his mind to go back to just a few nights before. She'd come to his room with a very unique proposition he was unable to turn down. She'd offered him sex. Plain, but simple; no strings attached sex. What kind of guy would turn that down?, he thought to himself. Maybe the kind of guy that knows this will backfire sooner rather than later. Sighing, he pinched his nose and sat up. Twelve times. They'd had sex twelve times. Looking around his room, he noticed there wasn't a single surface they hadn't done it on: his door, his bed, the wall, the floor.. Even his desk. And her room hadn't escaped their activities; even the shower had witnessed one of their passionate encounters. He smiled at that particular memory: Winston had been seconds away from walking in on their loud makeout session, but he had managed to keep themselves from making any sounds.

He was surprised none of the roommates had found out about them- Jess was freaking loud, he smiled to himself. Something about it being kept a secret made it even more exciting. Jess would wear her tightest dresses, low cut shirts and extremely short skirts, bumping into Nick and touching him lightly whenever their friends were in the room. She would stare directly at him, licking her lips or tracing the side of her neck with her fingertips. Just enough to set his body on fire.

And then, whenever they were alone... Everything exploded. They devoured each other, kissing and sucking every piece of skin they could find and barely managing to reach stable surfarces before he was inside her, making her moan and cry out in pleasure each and every time. Their hands everywhere, as they both tried to muffle the screams that threatened to give them away. But then it was over, just as fast as it had begun. They would retreat to their bedrooms, go out for drinks, or go to work, depending on the time. And ignoring the repetitive voice in their heads telling them they were going to get hurt.

Doesn't matter, Jess thought. Opening her drawer, she pulled out a new set of underwear and dropped the wet towel that was covering her body. When she'd gone to him those nights ago, she hadn't thought it would turn out to be the most amazing experience of her life. I think I might be addicted to it. Groaning, she finished getting dressed and applied some make up, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Anyone that saw her right now wouldn't be able to tell just an hour ago she was naked and writhing under her roommate. Supressing a shiver, she grabbed her purse and opened her door, quickly stepping outside.

This whole thing is ridiculous. We can stop it whenever we want, she thought, while staring at his closed door. But the thing was, she didn't want to. The few moments that they spent together were like a liberation to her. She still had her friend, who would listen to her complaining over work, and then she had... An incredible sex partner. Partner? He is not just my partner or friend, he is... Starting to blush, Jess didn't notice Schmidt approaching her, holding a spoon and a big fancy ice cream.

"Jess? Are you OK?"

Snapping out of her trance, she turned her head and smiled at her friend. "Sure, Schmidt. I'm going to go meet Cece."

"Right, Cece. Well, I'm going to enjoy a quiet evening here at the loft, so I would appreciate it if you were able to keep it to yourself if you decided to bring him back to the apartment."

"What?", Jess said, trying to hide the surprise in her voice.

Grinning, Schmidt clucked his tongue. "I heard you last night. You got yourself some, now didn't you?"

"Oh...So you heard?", she asked, playing it cool.

"Of couse I did, Jessica. The entire building did. Now, the real question is, who is he?", he asked, stuffing a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.

"You don't know him", she replied quickly. Almost too quickly.

"And are you planning on introducing us to him? Maybe you could bring him to the bar, and..."

"No, I don't think so. We're not that serious, you know? I followed your advice", she said, forcing a smile. "No strings attached!", she sang, opening her arms and bowing down lightly.

"That's my girl!", Schmidt high-fived her and walked to the couch. "Just remember, if you ever need advice...come to me", he pointed at himself and grinned. "Because you won't find anyone better."

Nodding her head, she clutched her purse and walked to the door, praying for Schmidt not to ask anymore questions. Turning the knob, she waved at him.

"Have fun! And don't forget to use protection, you crazy head!", he yelled from the couch, watching the door close. Turning his attention to the TV, he heard and saw Nick coming out of his room and head to the kitchen.

"Well hello there, my dear!", he greeted. "Won't you join me here? I was thinking of watching a movie", he said, completely oblivious to what was going on.

"Sure", Nick muttered, grabbing a beer and slumping against the couch.

"Now do you look like hell! You look disgusting!", he said, scrunching his nose. "You do know we have a shower in the house?".

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'll take a shower later, I was taking a nap."

"You couldn't get any sleep either?"

"What?"

"Didn't you hear Jess last night?"

Fuck. "Uhm, no, I didn't."

"Well, you must be deaf. She followed my advice", he grinned and pointed at himself again, "and apparently, she's now having sex with some random guy. She doesn't want us to meet him, though, so I wonder if he's one of those weirdos she attracts. She surely has the ability to attract either..."

"Schmidt", Nick interrupted. "I really don't care about Jess' sex life. Are we watching a movie or what?". He could feel the sweat pooling in his back, and shifted on the couch. Please, please, just change the subject.

"You and your terrible manners. How come you never get D-bagged?", Schmidt got up fron the couch and placed a movie on the DVD, sitting back down.

"I was only informing you of our roommie's nightly activities?"

"Did you just say roommie? What are you, twelve? That's why you get D-bagged, dude."

"Shush now", Schmidt said, as the credits appeared on screen. His face lighting up, he was unaware of his friend next to him, who had a million thoughts clouding his mind. None of them had anything to do with the movie, but with the beautiful brunnette that was starting to make her way into his heart.