Hi there! Chapter 4 is done. For those of you who were wondering, Nick does not write any more stories about Jess. Thought I'd clear that up now. :) Thank you Ztofan for all your help!

Alone: Chapter 4

JPEPPERWOOD: Hi Jess, how was your weekend? Sorry about being offline last night, I know Tuesdays are usually good for you to talk. JP.

HelloGiggles: Hey JP! That's fine, I kept myself occupied with a Walking Dead marathon. It's been okay, living with my best friend and her model roommates sometimes takes its toll on me though. I've never asked you…Do you live alone? You probably have a girlfriend or wife or something right? You must have some inspiration for that story ha! Jess x

JPEPPERWOOD: The Walking Dead is my favorite; Rick and Daryl have a pretty beautiful bromance, amiright? Funny of you to think that, I don't live alone and I don't have a girlfriend, I am a single white male with roommates…in a hot way. They're definitely not models though. JP.

HelloGiggles: It's so good! But I have to watch it with all the lights on and a pillow over my face. I'm trying to imagine what you look like based on our previous conversations. I'm thinking something along the lines of a bearded BJ Novak? Am I close? Jess x

JPEPPERWOOD: I'd like to compare myself to someone a little more manly. A Clive Owen or young Mark Ruffalo maybe? I think I'm getting a little ahead of myself there, but I'd prefer you to think of me as weathered and handsome, you think you could do that Jess? JP.

HelloGiggles: I think I could do that! Well in that case, you should think of me as Catherine Zeta-Jones-beautiful, because I totally am. Jess x

JPEPPERWOOD: I don't doubt that you are. I'm sure you're gorgeous, Jess. JP.

Jess sat back on her bed, resting her chin on her hand. She was pretty sure she and JPEPPERWOOD were flirting, and she didn't know how she felt about it. One the one hand, this was a stranger she had met online, an erotic fiction writer no less. He could be a total creep in real life, and Jess was guessing he wasn't a young Mark Ruffalo, just like she certainly wasn't a Catherine Zeta-Jones. On the other hand, though…he was funny, and sweet. From their previous conversations she now knew they were of similar age and lived near each other, so there was no reason they couldn't meet – eventually. Jess didn't want to push this man into anything, especially if he turned out to be the stalking type.

Shutting the laptop with an audible snap, she rolled over to face the wall, curled up in a ball in her favorite blue pajamas. Sighing, she reached for her book on the bedside table, determined to push JPEPPERWOOD from her mind. It was rude of her to stop talking to him so abruptly, especially after his flirty and probably risky reply, but she was tired of overthinking things and when her brain started to act up like this, the best thing for her to do was cut and run.

That's why she had never called Nick. His number was still in her phone but every time she thought about calling him she remembered the way she felt when she turned and saw Spencer standing in their apartment with someone else. From the moment she and Nick had locked eyes in that bar there had been a burning desire between them, and Jess had never had that before. Her relationship with him, if she could call it that, was about satisfying a need, whether that was for sex or for a temporary companion. It wasn't about friendship, or love. And it certainly wasn't about finding someone to replace Spencer.

Jess would be lying if she said she didn't want Spencer back. She would never, ever forgive him for cheating on her, and for that reason they couldn't give it another go even if they wanted to, but Jess just missed the old Spencer, the one who used to take her for picnics and give her Tibetan massages when she'd had a particularly stressful day at work. She wanted him back. She wondered if she was encouraging her online friendship with JPEPPERWOOD because she was sick of being lonely. Or maybe it was because she needed to prove to herself that she was not a romantic failure.

Realizing that she had been reading the same sentence of her book over and over and making no progress whatsoever, Jess forced herself into a seated position, placing the book page-down on the bed. Stretching her spine a little, she stood and left her room, making her way to the kitchen. When all else failed, tea usually helped. She didn't usually like drinking tea this late in the evening but her mind was so occupied with thoughts of hands on her waist and marble against her skin and a young Mark Ruffalo smiling at her and saying nice to finally meet you that she was in dire need of a cup of something sweet and hot to soothe her rattling heart rate.

Something within her had been ignited that day at the bar on New Year's Eve. She was not a promiscuous woman – quite the opposite, in fact. She wouldn't even use the word sexy to describe herself, until that night. When Nick's eyes had met hers, she had formed some sort of racy alter ego with hypersensitive senses and a one-track mind. She was a sensual woman who could take control and use a man to get what she wanted, and what she wanted right now was to lose herself in that feeling of power once more. Her fingers twitched atop the counter as she rested against it, trying to catch her breath as memories of their time together clouded her vision.

What she needed was to be on her own right now. She didn't need a man to complete her, especially when all she knew based on her last relationship was lies and disappointment. She wasn't a work in progress that needed to be finished. She was a strong, independent woman who needed nothing but her career and her friends. And sex. She was going to have sex because she damn well wanted it, and no one was going to stop her.

Her phone was charging by the TV, and she picked it up as the water boiled, unlocking it and searching through her contacts until she found his number. She barely knew anything about him, but what she was fully aware of was that they had phenomenal sex. She wasn't going to run the risk of getting hurt by going out with Nick. She was going to ask him for a booty call, satisfy her craving and then tell him to leave before he had the chance to worm his way under her skin.

Nick couldn't believe she had left him hanging like that. His subtle flirting had been a long shot, but it had taken guts and she had basically shot him down. Sure, that wasn't as bad as hiding your true identity and lying, but it was still enough to provide a minor blow to his ego.

He flicked through the TV channels, still a little buzzed from his shift at work. He had finished earlier than usual, and had come straight home rather than stay for his usual post-work drink with Big Bob, intent on starting another conversation with Jess. It had become somewhat of a necessity for him to communicate with her at least three times a week, and Nick tried not to think too much about it, because the truth made him feel like a very sad, embarrassed man.

He craved Jessica. Every day he thought about her, what she was doing, imagining her teaching her class wearing those thick frames and a low-cut blouse. These thoughts usually led to painfully vivid fantasies that needed to be followed through with some very careful attention from his right hand, and Nick hated it. He had stopped going to bars after the engagement party, unable to bring himself to talk to any beautiful women, knowing that they wouldn't satisfy him the way Jess did. Some had approached him at work, determined and reckless with alcohol, more than willing to be accommodating, and some of them had even looked a little like her. But none of them had that hypnotising hold over him that she did.

Even when she failed to call him, he hadn't stopped talking to her. It gave him some relief that she didn't know she was speaking to him, and therefore had no idea how hooked he was on her words and her lips and her moans. She obviously wasn't interested in pursuing anything with him, but Nick sometimes found himself wondering if that was what he had wanted after all. The only thing he was certain of was that he wanted to have sex with her again. Twice was not enough. He needed to know her, inside out, all her weaknesses and pressure points. He wanted her to beg him to touch her, so he could know she felt the same as he did about her.

He was way too wound up, once again, and angrily slapped the remote down on the couch next to him, accidentally changing the channel to some shitty housewives show. Growling in frustration, he pushed forcibly down on the power button, switching the screen off and resting his head on the back of the couch. How could one fucking woman have such an overwhelming effect?

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he groaned, wondering who it could be this time. Big Bob telling him he'd forgotten the keys to the bar again, and please could he drive over and give him his? Or maybe Schmidt asking him not to forget to turn off the lamp by the window…or worst of all, Caroline, drunkenly texting him with empty promises and lies that she would withdraw faster than you could say cold-hearted bitch in the morning.

Running a hand over his face, he dug in his pocket for the phone and held it up to his eye level, blinking rapidly at the bright light assaulting his retinas.

Hi Nick, it's Jess, from the engagement party. This might sound bad, but…do you want to come over? I think I need a repeat. X

He stopped breathing.

It had been ten minutes. Ten agonizing minutes since she had texted him. Jess was starting to wish she had the ability to turn back time, instead choosing to leave her phone where it was, read her book and not sexually accost the guy she screwed twice and then never spoke to again.

She collapsed backwards on her bed, groaning into her palms. "What have you done, Day?" she mumbled against her hands, squeezing her eyes shut against the embarrassment. She'd let herself be spontaneous for once, and now she looked and felt like a complete idiot, her text displayed forlornly over the screen as no reply came.

She looked at the alarm clock by her bed: 10:43. He could be asleep, or have a job that required a night shift. There could be a number of reasons why he wasn't getting back to her, and it didn't have to be because she had scared him away with her advances. Jess didn't feel any better thinking about this.

Her phone buzzed and she sat up so fast her head spun for a few seconds as she adjusted to the new position. The bright screen of her phone lay tantalizingly at the end of her bed, beckoning her. With a deep breath, she reached for it.

What's your address? X

He was coming over. Jess threw her phone down on the bed, grinning and pressing her fingers into her eyes. He was coming over to have sex with her. She couldn't decide whether she was elated or terrified. She felt a little of both as she texted him the address and swung her legs off the bed, heading for her dresser to fix her hair and makeup. She didn't feel the need to change clothes – she was only going to take them off the second he got there anyway. Momentary awkwardness enveloped her as she caught sight of herself, clad in pjs with frogs on them, but she shook this thought away. She wasn't trying to impress him. He was hers tonight, not the other way around.

With new found confidence, she started to apply her makeup.

Ten minutes later she was seated at the kitchen island, nervously bouncing her foot up and down against the bar stool. Everyone was definitely asleep now, most of the models taking beauty sleep very seriously. Jess wasn't entirely sure how the booty call thing worked, the logistics of it, so instead she waited until she would be face to face with him to make a decision. Looking back at her previous encounters with Nick, Jess knew that any plan she had in mind would be irrelevant once their eyes met and his fingers touched her skin, so she decided to just roll with it.

A soft knock made her jump, eyes wide. She slid off the stool, padding quietly to the door and peeking through the peephole. It was him. From what she could see he was wearing a soft green t-shirt under his brown jacket, and jeans, and he was rugged, his hair sticking up at odd angles and day-old stubble on his chin. Jess felt a tingling sensation in her lower body – excitement and apprehension. He looked deliciously good.

She slowly opened the door, fixing her gaze on him as she stood to one side, letting him in. Once he was over the threshold and Jess had closed the door, they remained motionless, staring at each other, both unsure of what to say or do but clearly wanting to be closer.

Nick was swallowing thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Jess fixed her gaze on his neck, watching it move as he tensed his jaw, something Jess realized she found incredibly attractive on him. Her eyes travelled downwards and she felt her breathing become labored. She wanted him, but first she wanted to show him he was hers this time.

Circling round him and pushing him against the door as quietly as she could, Jess started to unfasten his jeans, enjoying the way his eyes widened at her proximity. "Jess…" he said, confused. She started to drop to her knees, never taking her eyes off him. "Wait, what are you doing?" he whispered. She didn't let his question faze her, reaching into his boxers as he let out a strangled hiss at her contact.

"What does it look like?" she replied, letting herself smirk a little at the dumbfounded and exceedingly turned on expression on his face. She gripped him gently as he grew harder at her touch, and immediately moved her lips to the tip of his shaft, swirling her tongue over it before she took him fully into her mouth.

Nick drew in a sharp breath, closing his eyes as he pressed his hands harder against the door behind him and tilted his head back. "Oh my God," he choked out breathlessly as she continued to pump him with her hand and lips, occasionally slowing to use her tongue in ways she didn't even know she was capable of. She was on her knees in her best friend's living room with her mouth around some guy she barely knew, eliciting noises from him that were starting to make her seriously wet. Alter-ego Jess was definitely the one in control right now.

She felt him clutch at her hair, groaning as she sped up the pace. "Fuck," he whispered, pushing his hand gently, almost subconsciously against her head, egging her on. Jess loved it. She never would have imagined she could unravel someone as much as she had with Nick. She had him in the palm of her hand. At the rate she was going, he would never turn down another invitation from her, ever.

He made a guttural noise in his throat, his head falling back against the door, mouth open as he came, Jess caressing him with her mouth until he was finished. Shutting her eyes and swallowing, she registered that it wasn't as painful or gross as she thought it was going to be. She felt dirty, in a very good way.

Nick was staring at her as she rose to her feet, and without thinking she ran the back of her hand over her mouth, never taking her eyes off his. If his eyes were dark before, they were practically black after that.

"Hi," she said eventually. Nick's gaze flicked from her mouth to her eyes, and he smiled a little, his own eyes glinting with excitement and satisfaction.

"Hi," he returned, running a hand through his hair. "Nice to see you again." They smirked at each other.

"I don't know where that came from, but I liked it." She stated, quietly. He gave a shocked laugh, reaching out and rubbing his thumb and forefinger over the thick material of her pajamas.

"Me too. Holy shit, Jess. I wasn't expecting that. You're amazing."

Shyly, she ducked her head, feeling suddenly nervous. She had been caught up in the moment, but now her thoughts were coming back to her, and she wanted to remain blissfully swept up in Nick's eyes and touch and hot words against her neck.

She stepped closer to him, looking up at his face. "My turn," she said slowly as she ran her hands up his arms and round his neck. He raised his eyebrows at her, his grin widening.

"I've got all night if you do." He replied, twisting a lock of her hair around his finger. She nodded. That wasn't true at all – she had school tomorrow and would be tired as hell, but it was worth it. She would just stick a movie on or something. Right now, all she wanted was Nick.

She pressed herself against him, letting his musky scent envelop her as they kissed impatiently, eagerly. Grasping the front of his shirt, she pulled him towards her room, only stopping to come up for air when both of them were dizzy. Nick's fingers were tugging at the buttons of her pajama shirt, desperately trying to either loosen them or simply snap them off. At this point, Jess didn't really care.

There was something there between her and JPEPPERWOOD, but for now, he could wait.