A/N: Chaaaaaaaaaapter 7! So yeah, I know I said 'the next chapter will be out soon' at the end of last chapter but this took longer than expected and the fact there was no new episode this week didn't help with motivation. Hopefully, the chapter after this should be out pretty soon as I have no plans for Monday and Tuesday, so those will be my fic days (hooray!).

I don't really have a song that supports this chapter, but I'll probably make a playlist on Tumblr of songs I listen to while writing this (even though for this chapter in particular, I was just listening to Taylor Swift's new album 'Red', which is amazing - so check that out!)

Thanks to Rachel who helped me with the end of this and proof-read it for me :-)

Let's do this!

Disclaimer: I own nothing mentioned/referred to in this story – all that's mine is the idea behind this story; I'm just borrowing the characters.

RECAP: He glanced down at her lips, and straight back up into her eyes. As much as he wanted to kiss her right now, he had to wait. He looked back to her lips again, this time his stare lingering more.

Jess was moving closer to Nick, too. But she was the one to move. She pulled her arm out of Nick's grasp while her other arm pushed Nick's torso away from her own while lightly sweeping his fingers down her.

"So, how about this clean up?" Jess said, making strong eye contact with Nick and slowly turning away to get the mop.

Their major clean-up was complete. Well, it wasn't that major but it seemed like it was, due to the length of time it had taken. Jess had started to play her music again and was more focused on how to use the mop on her dance than using it to clear up the spilt coffee. Nick wanted to pull it out his hands and do it himself, but he was rather enjoying watching her singing and dancing around, so much so he almost joined in, but that was a bit too far, he thought. How did he even know this music anyway? It was all old 90's hits, like the Spice Girls.

Schmidt walked back into the apartment from work to see Jess just about to walk and put the mop back. "Wait, what have I missed? You two are cleaning?" Schmidt said with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

Nick and Jess both looked at him in unison, Jess half-glaring at him over her glasses. Both of them thinking that it was lucky Nick had put a shirt on, otherwise they could have been accused of doing god knows what.

Schmidt glanced at the easel in the middle of the living room, "Well, I just hope it wasn't paint on the floor," he said, walking towards his bedroom, "because that will never clear off the floor properly!" At this point, just his head was sticking out the door, "Anyway, best give Cecelia a call.." And with that, he pulled his head inside the door, closing it behind him.

"I'm just glad he didn't say that coffee wouldn't come off the floor. THAT would be awkward." Nick said, laughing, and walked into the kitchen, sitting down on one of the stools.

Jess began to put the mop back from where it came from, meaning having to walk back past Nick. She could make this fun. "Oh, wait, Nick, you've got something on this shirt too," pointing the mop at the middle of his chest, "let me just get that!" pushing the mop onto him, and wiggling it round.

He stared at the wet mop against his chest then slowly looked up at Jess. "Right, that's it, Jess." He slammed his hand against the counter, while Jess ran to the other side.

"Oh really? What are you going to do about it, Mr 'Wet Shirt'?" Jess said, wielding the mop almost as if it were a weapon.

He began to stand up from where he was sat, slowing moving round towards where Jess was stood but she moved around too.

"I've really had enough of your crap, Miss Day." Nick was still moving around the table slowly, Jess repeating the movement opposite to him, "Like, making mess, and not to mention, ruining my shirt. And fixing my hair when I had it sorted, thank you very much."

Jess laughed at how much Nick was trying to remain convincingly angry.

"I don't know what you're laughing about."

"You. I think you're bluffing." And as she spoke she leant over the counter, over pronouncing 'bluffing'.

And at that moment, Nick began to run after her. Well, lightly jogged, Nick wasn't that athletic. And with that, Jess backed after from leaning, and ran into the living room.

"That all you got, Miller?" she taunted.

He marched after her, as she ran back round to where she was previously stood.

Nick turned to face her direction and just watched her. She was still holding the mop, and her breathing had increased slightly. She had a huge smile on her face.

This time, he began to ran, Jess did the same, ending up doing rings around the kitchen table.

They must have run round the table at least 20 times when Nick eventually caught up with Jess, throwing his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. "Apologise right now, OR expect a punishment!"

She turned her head round slightly, so close. "I WILL NEVER APOLOGISE!" Jess exclaimed, bursting with laughter folding over, right over his arms. Nick laughed softly, as he pulled the mop out of her hands.

"Ah, Nick! Not the mop, please!" she cried, only managing to get her breath back for that sentence.

"Oh, Jess, I'm not that easily persuaded." He said, still holding onto her tightly. She was squirmed and wriggling but he just held on even tighter. This battle continued for about 5 minutes, until finally, she wormed her way out of his arms. She dashed across the room and stood in the living room. Nick's eyes were watching her, she looked so serious, and he could see her chest moving frantically. She turned around, bent down picking up the glass of water on the table and taking a sip and placing the cup back down, turning back round. In this time, Nick was right behind her and by the time she had put the glass back down on the table and turned back round, he was up close to her again and threw his arms around her.

Their faces were only inches away from each other, they stared straight into each other's eyes. Inching closer and closer to each other, something was sure to happen. Finally.

Until the door opened.

"What's going on in here?" Winston exclaimed. The pair in front of him moved apart.

"Er, I hope I managed to sort out your twisted belt, Jess…" Nick said, slowly and nervously.

"Yeah, it certainly feels a lot better now, thanks. Oh hey Winston." Jess said, turning to face Winston who had closed the front door and was placing his keys on the side.

They both knew their excuse was poor but they didn't have a real explanation for what was actually happening. And at that point, Schmidt walked out his room.

"Winston, can you help me with th—wait, what's happening?"

"Nothing Schmidt, nothing." Nick and Jess said in unison, both turning away and walking to their separate bedrooms and slamming the doors.

"Wow, guys, don't take the tension out on the doors, you'll break them." Schmidt said, just out of earshot of the both of them.

Jess was leant against the back of her door and sighed, sliding down and sitting on the floor. Nick walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge. Jessica Day, you don't realise what you do to me, he thought to himself.

A/N #2: Hooray! And I also now know where I'm going with this so I should be able to write it faster!

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