Tummy
She's probably strangely obsessed with his pudgy tummy. It's a little weird how much thought she gives it sometimes. She used to think she had the usual female hotness ideals – guys with washboard abs are quite something to look at, after all, but they're not Nick. They're not comfortable or soft or warm like him. They don't make her think of Santa or unwashed beer-stained hoodies that still smell good because they smell like him.
Sometimes she hugs him from behind, lets her fingers dig in a little to his soft gut. It's during one of these times that she accidentally speaks out loud, saying, "I love your pudge." And suddenly he's pulling away from her and giving her a defensive glare.
"Pudge? I do not have pudge. Is that even a word?"
"It's okay Nick, I like it!" she assures him. "It's sexy! It reminds me of like, Santa and Christmas." And she really shouldn't have said that last part out loud, because he looks downright horrified.
"Santa can't be sexy, Jess!" he tells her. "That's just an old scary bearded fat man, luring children with toys."
"Don't you make Santa sound pervy like that!" she says loudly. "And it can be sexy -"
The conversation turns decidedly weird, pointless and heated after that as they try to determine whether Santa can be sexy. "What about Sexy Santa Schmidt?" Jess points out. "There's a reason the women at his office wanted-"
"That's not even Santa-like and you know it!" he interrupts. "It's just Schmidt shirtless in a Santa hat. You called me pudgy, like look at fat Santa with his big jiggling jolly belly!"
"Stop making it weird!"
"It is weird! I bet you're the only one in the world who thinks a legitimate Santa can be sexy."
"Then explain to me the existence of the song, Santa Baby!"
He's sputters for a minute, speechless. "Well. Yeah. There's that."
She moves closer to him, cups a hand to his cheek. "It was meant as a compliment, Nick. You make me think of happy things. Like Christmas and Santa and hot chocolate. You feel," she says slowly, drawing it out so he can truly understand the weight of what she says next, "You feel like coming home."
Once again, he's left speechless. He leans in suddenly, swipes her bangs back away from her forehead and gives her a light kiss on her skin there. For some reason it feels like the most tender thing he could possibly do right here, right now.
The moment holds until it's entirely too much, and he breaks it with a smirk. "So...you've got a pudgy old man kink, huh, Jess? I guess I can work with that."
She laughs and he laughs and she smacks him lightly against his stomach. "Ouch, don't hurt the goods. How else am I going to seduce you?"
She smirks and offers him a wink. "You don't have to seduce me, Nick Miller," she says, and then she's walking away from him with a little more sway to her hips than is necessarily natural. She's also singing as she goes. "Santa Baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me. I've been an awful good girl."
And after he manages to do anything besides grin stupidly at her retreating back, he finally gets the sense to follow her towards her room.
