Jess opened the door to the loft and was greeted with the sight of Winston passed out on the couch. He was still wearing his shirt from yesterday and the sleeves were all ripped and blood stained. He seemed to be missing the rest of his suit and was wearing a pair of navy boxer briefs and matching navy socks. She closed the door quietly so as not to wake him and tip-toed to her room, her bag in hand. She was about to pour the contents out onto her bed when she heard a knock at her door.

"Can I come in?" It was Nick.

"Of course you clown" he took a step into her room, closing the door behind him. He had changed out of his ridiculously handsome suit and was now wearing his usual plain green t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

"You don't have to ask Nick, I mean you've seen everything there is to see." She motioned her hands up and down her body; a grin was now forming on his face.

"What you got there?" Nick asked.

Jess shifted slightly so the bag was hidden behind her back. "Nothing...just girl stuff."

She walked briskly into her closet, placing the bag at the back where it would be out of sight. She came back out to find Nick perched on the end of her bed. Jess walked over and positioned herself between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands placed on her thigh, pulling her closer towards him. The sudden movement caused Jess to lose her balance and she fell forward pushing both of them onto her bed.

"I love a woman on top" he joked.

Jess playfully hit him on the chest. "Hey...save that for tonight, Miller. So what you want to do later?"

"Something simple, how about dinner out and a movie? You chose where."

"I'm in the mood for some really greasy pizza. What do you say?"

"Perfect, we'll take your car and I'll drive."

Jess looked down and the man below her and lowered her head down to kiss him. The embrace was slow and sensual. Then they were interpreted, yet again, however this time not by Schmidt (aka the ultimate cockblocker). This time it was Winston who interpreted them, who was now screaming and shouting like a mad man. Nick let out a frustrated sigh.

"What's a guy gotta do for some privacy around here?"

"Nick don't be so hard on the poor guy. Anyway I need a rest before we head out"

"Kay, sorry, I'll go check on him now." Nick gave her a quick peck on the lips before releasing his hold on her.

Jess got up and walked over to the door.

"I thought you were gonna sleep, Jess." Nick got up and followed her.

"Well...yeah...about that...Can I sleep in your bed?"

Nick smiled "Of course Jess, but I gotta worn ya' it's pretty bad in there."

"Thanks" she smiled sweetly at him and Nick felt himself go weak at the knees.

Jess walked into Nick's room closing the door behind her and Nick headed into the common area of the loft. Nick walked in to find Winston perched on the edge of the sofa, eyes wide with fear.

"Hey buddy, what you up to?" Nick called over to him.

"NICK!" Winston exclaimed as he practically lept of the sofa and into Nick arms.

"Woah" Nick managed to choke out after having his breath taken out of his longs.

"Nick, you came to save me"

"What?" now Nick was really lost as to what was going on.

"Bucky is out to get me man. I seen him run into the kitchen on two legs while carrying a machete in one hand and an apple in the other...he was going to Snow White me man"

"Slow down...Snow White you? What does that even mean?" why was he even bothering asking this, he thought to himself

"It means Nick" Winston was looking all over the place, unable to keep focus one anything in particular. He lowered his voice to a whisper "He was trying to poison me Nick...poison!"

Winston hugged Nick closer, causing Nick's mouth to slowly curl downwards at the edges into the infamous turtle face. "Ok, you're safe now, how 'bout we get you to your room and I will check the loft to make sure Bucky has left."

"You're the bestest of the best Nick"

"That doesn't even make any sense, but ok"

Nick half carried, half dragged Winston down the hallway to his room. He pulled back the covers on his bed and lowered him down.

"Nick...can you umm..."

"Yes, I'll leave the light on. Night mate, oh and thanks for yesterday."

"What did I do yesterday?"

"Never mind" Nick would be forever grateful to Winston, after all he was the one who stopped him from losing the best thing that had ever happened to him – Jessica Day.

Nick walked past his door and couldn't resist the urge to peek at Jess while she slept.

There she was, curled up in his sheets. I must remember to wash that duvet more regularly.

He stares for a minute and then he sees it; she is wearing his shirt. He shakes his head from left to right in disbelief, how on earth did he, Nick Miller, get so lucky. He cracked open the door and slipped into his room. He slowly removs his pants, standing there in just his t-shirt and boxers. He delicately pulls back the covers and slips into bed beside her, her back to him. He lay on his side and props his head on his hand. Then he just lays there staring at her. He found himself doing this a lot lately, just staring at her, admiring her. She was beautiful inside and out.

"Are you just going to stare at me all day?" she didn't move, her back still facing him.

"Why yes, yes I am" Nick said smugly.

"Come here" and with that simple statement Nick knew what she meant and moved over so there was now no space between them and wrapped her in his arms. Jess sighed contently. Nick placed his hand on her thigh and quickly realized she was wearing very little. Jess felt his length begin to press against her and a sleepy smile formed on her face.

Nick, now with a more that awkward boner, began to trace light circles on her leg with his fingertips. He felt her shudder at his gentle touch and he was pleased with his self restraint which was very hard to have when lying next to an underwear clad woman in his bed. Jess felt her eyelids become heavy once more and drifted off into a deep sleep. Nick continues to trace pattern up and down her silky skin until he too fell asleep holding her.