So maybe Schmidt doesn't interrupt Nick and Jess in "Clean Break"…

"I'm not not thinking about it," Nick said, choking out the words, making sense of them in real time as they left his lips.

"What?" Jess answered, raising her eyes to meet Nick.

"Look," Nick said, shifting nervously from foot to foot. "Jess, are we being honest here?"

"Of course."

"No, Jess. Are we really being honest? Really?"

Jess sighed, dropping her knitting to the bed beside her.

"Because if I'm being honest," Nick said stepping towards her. "Well, it would be the first time in a long time."

"Nick..." Jess began shyly as Nick got closer. He finally stopped just in front of where she was sitting and crouched down.

"Jess, I think about it all the time. Like, all the time. How can I not? I mean, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life, and here you are. Right across the hall."

"Oh," Jess said, crossing her legs.

"It's kind of killing me, Jess. I see you going in and out of the shower. I see you flouncing around in your little skirts."

"Flouncing?"

"And I see you in your low cut tops with your little push up bras, just shoving them up in my face. Taunting me."

"Nick!"

"No, I mean," Nick backtracked. "I mean, you do it tastefully, but… I mean. I'm quite familiar with your… upper chest region, and I know when they're being manipulated."

"Nick!"

"Point is, Jess, I see that, I see the robes, and I see the dresses. And I see you, Jess. Every single day. And there isn't a single day I don't think about…."

"Yes?" Jess said, realizing she had been holding her breath.

"There isn't a day I don't think about how I used to be able to take the robe, take the skirts, and take the bras right off and… be with you. And every day is a struggle to not just… rip the clothes right off you, Jess."

Jess swallowed hard and looked at the ground. She was speechless. Nick, realizing he'd gone too far, felt the red overtake his face. He slowly got up, sniffing hard. He backed towards the door, reaching blindly for the door knob.

"I… um… yeah," he said, finally grasping and turning the handle. "I'll just..."

"Every single day?" Jess asked, not lifting her gaze from the floor. "You think about that every single day?"

"I can't help it, Jess. But I… I'll try," he said, turning to exit through the door.

"Maybe one of these days you'll do a little more than just think," she said. Nick slipped through the door, shutting it behind him. Jess sat silently on the bed, wondering if he'd even heard her. After a few minutes, she stood up and shook her head, as if to shake free the thoughts Nick had just left in there. She picked up the knitting from the bed, giving it a cursory twirl before dropping it on the bedside table. She turned slightly towards the door just in time for Nick to burst through.

"Nick, what…" she began, but was given no time to finish. He was on her before the door closed behind him. He firmly slid his hand behind her head and pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply. Jess let her eyes fall closed behind her thick glasses, her arms hanging limp at her sides as he deepened the kiss. For what seemed like minutes, his lips pressed to hers, slowly relaxing her jaw until finally she opened up enough for him to slip his tongue inside. He devoured her, his tongue finding her own, taking the breath from her body. She finally found the strength to lift her hands to his elbows, giving him a sign to release her enough to come up for air.

She gasped as she pulled back, looking at him, hard. She rubbed her stinging mouth with the back of her hand before smiling.

"About time," she said.

"We're just getting started," Nick answered. With that, he reached to the collar of her dark dress with both hands and pulled hard, ripping the dress open, sending buttons flying off to God knows where. Jess stood stunned a moment and looked down at her suddenly exposed chest. She was almost a little embarrassed to note that she was, indeed, wearing a black lacy bra that provided a modest yet undeniable boost. This was clearly not lost on Nick because when she raised her head to look at him, she found his eyes glued to her breasts.

A snarky comment started to form in Jess' head, but Nick wasn't fooling around. After a beat, his hands were at her shoulders, pulling the remains of her dress down her body. He spun her quickly so that her back was facing him as he pushed the last of the dress down. She stepped out of the ruined garment, and out of her black ballet flats, as Nick's mouth found her neck. Her breath caught as his warm lips left soft, wet kisses up to her sharp jawline. As Jess' eyes fluttered she noted the fog forming on her glasses as Nick's lips made their way to the other side of her neck. Nick's hands softly caressed Jess' arms, again hanging limp at her sides. He continued kissing her neck before moving his hands up to her breasts. He ran his fingers over the wonderful arcs created by the black bra as his eyes feasted on them from above. Jess' labored breathing had them straining against the fabric, seemingly threatening to burst through the light fabric.

Nick shifted his footing behind Jess, and she noticed for the first time the considerable bulge at the front of Nick's jeans. She started to move her hand towards it, wondering for a moment if Nick was wearing boxers or if he was going commando in an effort to, as he put it, 'save water' by not needing to wash his underwear. She was interrupted, however, by Nick giving her quick squeeze with his elbows, pinning her arms to her sides.

Nick ran his left hand up Jess' chest to the nape of her neck. He swept her hair to one side and pushed her head slightly forward so he could kiss her most sensitive spot. Jess shuddered as Nick's right hand made its way down her flat stomach and dipped under the fabric of her black cotton panties. Jess again stopped breathing, causing Nick to in turn stop his progress. He gently touched her chin with his left hand, turning her to face him. The look in her eyes granted him permission. He kissed her deeply, his right hand slipping further into her panties and into her hot, wet center. Jess moaned into Nick's mouth before breaking the kiss. Jess' hands instinctively went to her own breasts, gently massaging them against the fabric of the bra. Nick took notice of this, and without breaking the pace he was stroking with his right hand, his left found Jess' breasts. He slipped his thumb and forefinger under the bra and gently massaged the nipple of her left breast. Jess moaned and pushed her head back against Nick's shoulder, heart racing. Nick moved his hand across her chest and found her right nipple and repeated his action.

Jess finally reached up and took off her glasses, tossing them across the bed. Inspiration struck Nick, and he brought his hand to his mouth and moistened his fingers before returning them to Jess' nipples. This time, the cool moisture on his fingertips caused the small nipples to go taut, poking at the fabric of the bra. Jess' breathing increased as Nick's right hand never let up, revving her in just the right way. Jess' left hand kept pressed against oher chest, but her right hand went searching behind her for the notable bulge she knew would be hiding in Nick's jeans. Upon finding it, she gave it a soft once, twice over before blindly reaching int the waist of his jeans. She was right. No boxers. She took hold of his eight inches and started to slowly stroke.

It was Nick's turn now to catch his breath. He kissed Jess' jaw again as he melted at the pleasure her hand was giving his cock. Wanting to give her equal pleasure, he again lifted his left hand towards his lips to remoisten his fingers. He was interrupted by Jess grabbing his wrist with her left hand. While continued to pump with her right, she directed Nick's hand toward her own mouth. She eased the index and middle finger of his hand between her lips and massaged them gently with her tongue. She slowly pulled his fingers from her mouth, leaving traces of her own saliva behind. He dutifully took the hand to her breast, finding the nipples and giving them a soft twist causing Jess to softly cry out.

Struck by her own inspiration, Jess suddenly stepped forward, breaking all contact. She turned around to face a puzzled looking Nick, giving him a reassuring smile. She took him by the wrists and spun them both so that they faced each other, Nick's back to her bed. She gently pushed Nick into a seated position, taking his hands in hers. She looked at him with her giant blue eyes as she carefully got down on her knees before him. She took his left hand as she had before and wrapped her lips around his index finger. She took the finger in her mouth down to the third knuckle and slowly pulled it out, running it steadily across her tongue. She kissed the tip of his finger before smiling wickedly and dropping his left hand. She then took his right hand in both of hers and studied the moisture still evident on the index and middle fingers. She pinned her eyes on Nick and promptly took both fingers in her mouth. Any preconceived concerns she had about sampling her own taste was alleviated by the awestruck look on Nick's face. Jess ran her tongue over each finger several times before slowly pulling them through her lips.

"You are incredible," Nick exhaled.

"You just wait," Jess answered. "Lie back. Relax."

She raised up slightly on her knees and went to work on the buckle of Nick's belt. She gently pushed him back on the bed and pulled his jeans down to his shoes. She crossed her bare feet behind her and admired his erect penis, lifting it with her hand and giving it a few warming strokes. She noted the drip of precum glistening on the tip as Nick sat up on his elbows to watch. Jess smiled up at him and ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing out the part over her forehead. She lowered her tongue to the tip of his penis and tasted the precum. Again, the salty flavor made insignificant by the moans of ecstasy from Nick's core.

Jess took the tip in her mouth and ran her tongue around the head a few times, easing Nick in. She concentrated for a while on the head, sucking strongly at times while occasionally massaging the large vein that ran up Nick's penis with her tongue. After a few turns, she became aware of how closely Nick was watching her. She pulled his penis from her mouth for a moment and blew on it, just so gauge his reaction. Trying a new approach, she knowingly batted her huge blue eyes before letting Nick's cock fall flat to his belly. Jess uncrossed her ankles and put her hands on the floor for balance. She took Nick's right testicle in her mouth carefully, gently running her tongue around its circumference. Without breaking eye contact, she did the same with his left testicle. When finished, she gave Nick a heart wrenching smile before rising back to her knees, crossing her feet behind her again.

Nick started to sit up, but she again took his dick in her mouth, this time taking him in almost half way. She sucked him for the next few minutes, eyes locked on his. She stroked with her right hand, and took him in deeper and deeper seemingly with each stroke. Finally, she took her hand from his cock and beared down. Slowly but surely, she took all eight inches into her talented mouth and slowly got to her feet, gently dragging her teeth down his length as she did so.

Nick shook his head in admiration as she stepped out of her black panties and went to climb aboard. But Nick had other plans.

"Hang on," he said. He quickly stood and instantly shed his shirt and kicked off his jeans. He then sat back down on the bed, turning Jess to that her back was to him. He took his cock and pressed it against her center, proud to find her still plenty wet. Jess, understanding the approach, settled in with care, taking him inside of her tiny bit by tiny bit. Up and down she rocked until his entire length was inside of her.

"Oh my God, I've missed this," Jess said.

"You have no idea."

"Oh, Nick. Nick! Omigod, don't stop. Please don't stop."

After a few minutes, their rhythm synced, and they become one. Nick slid all the way to his back, pulling Jess down on top of him. As he pumped into her, she lay face up on his chest, allowing his hands to work over her breasts and torso. Jess clutched her firm thighs, legs elevated, toes pointing south in a bizarre but necessary balancing act. She felt Nick sliding in and out in the way only he could. Nick peered from over Jess' shoulder, molding her breasts as he saw fit, taking no small joy in the gasps and cries that escaped her opened mouth. As Nick felt himself nearing climax, a sudden horror occurred to him.

"Shit," he said, suddenly pulling himself from Jess.

"No, no. Don't stop," Jess pleaded. She grabbed between her thighs for him, every intention to take him back in.

"No condom, Jess. Wasn't exactly planning on this."

"Oh," she said, still holding him in her hand. She gave him a few light caresses before taking him firmly in her hand, an effort to stroke him to his conclusion.

"It's okay, Jess."

"Shh."

Jess continued to pump, laying back on Nick as his hands caressed her breast. He came quickly, a few sharp squirts shooting onto Jess' thighs and tummy. She gave a few extra tugs before finally letting go. She slid off of Nick, careful to keep her back to the comforter.

"Sorry Jess, I didn't mean…"

"I wanted to, Nick. It's not the end of the world," she giggled, fingering some of Nick's cum that had landed on her.

"Still."

"Besides, that was amazing, I don't mind getting a bit dirty."

"Was?"

"Huh?"

"What do you mean, was?"

"What are you-"

With that, Nick sprang to the foot of the bed, dragging Jess by her legs until he was even with the edge.

"What are you doing?"

"Your turn," Nick smiled.

He gave each of Jess' slender ankles a kiss before placing them over his shoulders. He slid his face down the length of her ankles, calves, and juicy thighs before settling on hers spot. She immediately tensed, her hands shooting to Nicks hair.

"Omigodomigodomigod,"she cried.

Nick's tongue went to work, plunging in and out, nipping at her hood. Jess tried to keep up with how many times he brought her to orgasm, but she simply lost count. In fact, she may have lost consciousness a time or two. She clutched at his hand desperately, holding it to her breast, occasionally bringing his fingers to her red and raw lips. After 40 minutes of exhaustive work, Nick finally stood up, letting Jess' limp legs fall over the edge of the bed. Spent himself, he laid down beside her. She expended the last of her energy to turn to her side, swinging her leg over his waist, kissing him.

"I'm all tingly," she said.

"Oh yeah? Where?"

"No, I'm ALL tingly. Like everywhere," Jess laughed. "Good work out of you, mister."

"I do what I can."

"Well, if anything, we've certainly come to one conclusion.

"What's that, Jess?'

"We aren't getting rid of that mug any time soon."