sorry it's been a while, i've been super busy with school, but here's the next chapter. Once again, I don't own New Girl
It had been 2 days since Schmidt witnessed the almost kiss, and all Nick did was refuse to come out of his room. Jess hadn't seen him once, that was until she walked into the kitchen one morning to a hurriedly whispering Schmidt and Winston.
"Hey guys..." Jess chirped, although slightly suspicious.
"Jess." Winston nodded.
Schmidt only gave her evils. "We're having a define intervention."
"a what?"
But before Jess even got an answer, Schmidt and Winston jumped up from their stools, Winston grabbing a pan and Schmidt grabbing a metal ladle. They ran into Nick's room, banging them together.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING" Jess cried, running after them.
"Aaaaaah!" Nick screamed at the shrill racket, that was now pounding down his ears. "What the hell are you doing?!"
Winston and Schmidt stopped the banging and looked to each other.
"Oath." Schmidt said and walked out of Nick's room, grabbing Jess by the arm.
"No no no no no no!" Nick jumped out of bed and chased after them.
"Jessica, if you'd like to take a seat." Jess reluctantly took a seat.
"What is going on..."
Schmidt whipped his phone out dramatically.
Nick rolled his eyes. "Don't do this."
Schmidt grinned evilly. "Apartment 4D's; No nail oath."
"No nail oath?" Jess looked outraged as she looked between roommates.
Nick could only shrug.
"We the undersigned agree never to nail our roommate, Jessica Day, unless the sex can be parlayed into a business that provides for all parties involved." Schmidt read out.
"WHAT?!" Jess yelled. "WHAT?!"
"The fine print Schmidt." Winston said quietly.
"There's a fine print?" Nick frowned.
Schmidt winked before reading "If one of the undersigned nails said female, then all must nail her."
Jess was, safe to say, furious. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
Schmidt shrugged as if to say there was nothing he could do about it.
"Like you think i'd nail any of you!" Jess yelled.
"You nailed Nick." Schmidt argued.
"I did not nail Nick. We-" She pointed between herself and Nick. "Did not have sex."
"Yeah, but you almost nailed his mouth."
"She did nail his mouth." Winston inputted."
Schmidt gasped, "What?!"
Nick covered his face with his hands. "Winston, what are you doing man?"
"I'd like to point out, if anyone nailed anybodies mouth here, Nick nailed mine."
Schmidt looked expectantly at Nick.
Nick slouched. "that's probably the truth." he said a tad awkwardly.
"And when did this happen?" Schmidt demanded. "When did any of you plan to tell me."
"Umm the night of strip True American." Jess looked around at everything but Schmidt.
"So you kissed behind the Iron curtain?"
Nick cleared his throat."Not um, not exactly."
Schmidt was flabbergasted. He began yelling until Jess shouted back.
"I don't need to hear any of this! I'm going to get ready for work!" and she stormed out of the living room.
Nick nodded. "Yup, and i'm going back to sleep." he pointed warningly between Winston and Schmidt. "Stop this."
And slammed his door shut, locking it, for good measure.
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When Jess got back from work later on, Nick was the only roommate home.
"Hey" she said as she came through the door, putting down her books and files. "Where's Winston?"
"He's gone meeting some sports guy at the airport." Nick said, not averting his gaze from the television, and nestling further into his spot on the couch.
Jess nodded, pointlessly, because he couldn't see her. "Whatcha watching?"
she asked, and sat down next to him on the sofa.
"soccer."
Jess scrunched her nose up. "Boring. Cops is on."
"I hate that show."
"I love that show."
Nick turned to her and tilted his head. "It's a stupid show."
Jess rolled her eyes. "Border security?"
Nick shook his head. "I hate the Australians."
"You don't know any Australians."
"Yeah, there's a reason."
"God, Miller, you're impossible."
She leaned over him, attempting to snatch the remote, but he pushed her shoulder back, locking her arms in place. She pulled her arms back and moved back, before tackling him to the sofa, and straddling him.
He still did his best attempts to keep the remote out of reach, so she began to tickle him, and his limbs began to flail around violently.
"Jess. Stop. Please. I Swear. Jess. Please." Nick said breathlessly in between laughs.
"Then give me the remote!"
"Never!" He yelled and rolled off the couch, landing on top of her.
He pinned her arms above his head, the remote getting thrown to the side in the process. "I win." he grinned.
Jess was giggling, and it wasn't until she stopped, that they both realised the position they were lying in.
Nick was staring openly at Jess, his eyes dark and lustful. "...can we start where we left off?" he asks quietly.
Jess can only muster up a nod because she thinks she might explode, she's expecting someone to barge in, ruin the moment, that seems to be the current occurrence but she hears nothing, and time is going achingly slow, and she looks up into his eyes, and at that moment, she's gone. And he kisses her, finally. Again.
It's soft at first, passionate and sweet. But then it quickly turns heated, and maybe even a little aggressive as each of them fights for dominance with their tongue. Jess unconsciously lets out a soft moan, and Nick growls, yes, growls. And he doesn't think he can take it anymore, with this beautiful woman, lying underneath him, with her legs hooked around his waist on clinging onto his back for dear life, her curls sprawled out across the floor and she keeps moaning and 'God dammit' Nick thinks. 'I should get a freaking medal for holding out this long'.
But then he spoke to soon, she grinds against his leg and he's done.
"Jess" he says, his voice is dark and rough.
She opens her eyes and all he can think is 'how can someone be so adorable and sexy'.
He looks over and gestures to their rooms and Jess blinks a few times.
"You're under an oath, Mr Miller."
He starts pressing kisses against her neck. "I'm willing to break the rules to get what I want."
"...and that is?"
"You." he says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
She pushes him off her, and he's confused, she gets up and walks to her room, unzipping her dress on the way, he's not far after her.
She's lying on her belly, the sheets covering her lower half, and he's tracing patterns along her back with his finger and he doesn't think there's been a time where he's felt happier.
"What are you drawing." Her voice is quiet, and it surprises him.
He lets out a light laugh and kisses her on the nose. "I'm not sure."
She smiles at him with an expression he can see as sincere affection.
They lie there for what feels like an eternity, enjoying just being able to look at each other, he's wrapping strands of her hair around his finger, and she wraps her arms around his waist until her head is buried in his chest, and their legs are still interlocked and she's mumbling stuff and he can't quite hear it but he just kisses her hair, until he hears, "and i think i'm falling in love with you."
he pulls back. "what?"
"nothing."
"you've succumbed to my charms."
She snorts and tells him to shut up, and snuggles deeper into his chest.
"It's okay though." he adds.
"hmm?" he feels it vibrate against his chest.
"cos, y'know, I already am in love with you."
he can feel her smile and she turns her head so it's her cheek against him "always trying to have one above me, typical miller."
not 10 minutes later they hear the front door go, and so they both, reluctantly, put their clothes back on a make the bed.
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so i finally let them, mwuahahahah, i'll try and update sooner.
