SEASON PREMIERE TONIGHT! This is my gift to all of you!
OK, so the wonderful Mrnickmiller and a few anons both here and on Tumblr (newgirlystuff, y'all) asked for a different approach to Winston's Birthday. I hope it meets your expectations, even though it's shorter than usual. No M this time -sorry-, and next chapter will most likely be set during Chicago, as suggested by Ashleighxx.
Enjoy! And don't forget to leave your suggestions:)
What If... Schmidt and Elizabeth hadn't interrupted Nick and Jess' romantic rooftop dinner/breakfast at the end of Winston's Birthday?
"This is the breakfast I was going to give you this morning."
Jess felt the smile creeping on her face as she approached him slowly. Coming closer, she lifted herself up on her toes and pressed her lips to his, the smell of his Old Spice surrounding them as she carefully held onto his shoulders. She broke away and smiled at him, her eyes never leaving his.
"Thank you", she whispered, eyeing the food. "It looks delicious."
"Well...", Nick scrunched up his nose and she chuckled. "At least it's edible", he said, joining her laughter. Pulling the chair back, he waited for her to sit and then moved his chair closer. "God, I'm so hungry!", Jess exclaimed. Watching her forking the scrambled eggs hungrily and stuffing her mouth, he smiled. She met his stare and smiled back at him, clinking their glasses of orange juice together. They ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the light of the stars and the peaceful setting around them. Lost in their own thoughts, none of them realized they were holding hands across the table and staring at each other. Blinking rapidly, Jess smiled.
"Hey, Nick?", she put her fork down and leaned forward. "I hope you didn't take my father seriously. You know, back at the loft?"
Oh, he knew. And it terrified him to think that it could be in the least true. Nodding his head, Nick kept his mouth shut. Bob's words had been haunting him ever since he'd heard them, and had somehow managed to kill his for once excellent mood and leave him wondering if Jess felt the same way.
"He has no idea what he's talking about. He likes to do that kind of stuff, it's his thing. He's been doing it for years now, so just...", she sighed. "I want you to know I don't think that of you. I know none of it is true, I don't care what my father says ", she said vehemently. She knew her dad was trying to protect her because he wanted what he thought was best for her. But she also knew she already had that. I need him to know I already have it.
Her eyes were sparkling in the dim light of the rooftop, and Nick felt some relief at her words. But her Bob's killing stare and dissaproving looks were still imprinted in his memory. What if he is right?. Nick shivered. What if I'm not right for her? Almost as if she'd heard his thoughts, she stood up and extended her hand in his direction. Standing up, he laced their fingers together and followed her steps around the rooftop. They stopped as they reached the ledge, and Jess let out a sigh. Her eyes fixed on the city lights, she turned around lightly so she could rest her head on his shoulder while still looking at the characteristic buildings she'd grown to love. Nick rested his cheek on the top of her head, and felt her body swaying slightly against his. Tightening his grip around her waist, he pressed a kiss to her hair and allowed himself to close his eyes. They just stood like that for a while, listening to the distant noises coming from the city.
Pulling back lightly, Nick waited for Jess to lift her head from his shoulder. Staring into his eyes, she leaned forward and captured his lips between hers, his hands roaming over her back. When they broke apart, Nick rested their foreheads together. So here it goes.
"Jess?"
"Mmmmhhh?"
"I, uh... About last night...", he started. She opened her eyes wide, and her smile encouraged him to go on. "I mean, it was real fun, right?"
"Yeah", she chuckled, remembering how she'd woken up to the exact same words. Smiling at her, he placed a strand of hair behind her ear and rubbed her cheek gently. "It was amazing", she concluded. "We're pretty good at it, Miller."
Chuckling at her goofiness, he felt himself starting to relax. He still had his arms around her waist, and her hands were pressed flat against his chest. And she could read everything on his face.
"Nick... Stop it."
"Stop what?", he asked, a confused look plastered on his face.
"Stop thinking about it. We're doing this, alright?", she pressed her hands on his chest. "We're doing this", she repeated, almost to herself. "I don't care about my father, or the guys... Nick, I just...", she breathed. "I just want you", she said, her eyes focusing on his chest. He felt his stomach turn at her words and his heart start to beat like crazy against her hands, and he was sure she could feel it.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to hers and forced her mouth open, groaning when her hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. Her body melted against his, and he deepened the kiss, their pulses racing. When they had to come up for air, Nick smiled as he saw the faint blush that had spread across her cheeks. "Wow", he whispered, resting his lips on her forehead and breathing slowly. Pulling back to look at her, he cupped her face in his hands. "Jess... I... Are you sure you want this?"
Before she had a chance to speak up, he shook his head. "I mean all of it. I want it all, Jess. I tried to tell you last night, but...", he couldn't hold back a grin. Smiling at him, she nodded her head. "God, yes, Nick. I'm sure." Breaking out into laughter, she threw her arms around his neck. "I can't believe we're...", she interrupted herself and just launched her mouth onto his. He stumbled back, surprised by the strenght of her kiss, and wrapped his arms around her, steading himself. She pulled back and traced his swollen lips with her finger, as he caressed her cheek.
"I'm so tired", she chuckled. "Can we just go home?", she begged, supressing a yawn.
"Yeah", he said, dropping his arms from her body. "I'll clean all of this tomorrow."
She took her hand in his and started to walk them towards the door. They stopped when they reached the elevator, and Jess pressed the button. Looking down at their joined hands, he followed her inside the elevator. "We should try to be quiet. I don't want to wake your dad."
Rolling her eyes at him, she grinned. "Uhm... You do realize we're spending the night together, right?"
"Jess..."
"Don't start, Nick", she interrupted. "Straight up sleeping, no funny business. At least until morning", she added, a smirk on her face.
"But what if..."
"Nicholas Miller", she said, just as the doors started to open. Walking up to their door, she turned to look at him. "We're going to bed now. We're going to sleep next to each other, and we're waking up together. And maybe we'll even go at it again before we have to leave for the wedding."
"Oh God", he muttered. "You're gonna be the death of me, woman. Do you really expect me to sleep now?"
"That's up to you", she smiled. Pushing the door open, she walked inside the apartment and waited for him to react. When she saw him start to move, she headed for her bedroom, and he was quick to follow her and close the door behind them. Turning around, he saw she was already barefoot and had lost the pink robe. Gulping audibly, his feet dragged him in her direction without him even noticing. "You're so beautiful, Jess", he whispered, and she bit her lip. "Come on", he smiled. "Let's get some sleep. Maid of honor needs to rest", he added, kicking his shoes aside. They got under the covers and Jess rolled over to his side, sliding her arms around his waist and placing her head on the crook of his neck. Placing a soft kiss there, she smiled.
"Goodnight, Nick."
"Goodnight, Jess." His arm wrapped around her waist and he brought her closer to his body, as he finally closed his eyes and allowed sleep to overcome him.
