A/N: Hey guys I'm so sorry it's been so long since I updated this story...over a month? God I am a bad author. I was away for a couple of weeks and then had some family stuff to deal with so I just didn't have the time to update.

This story is not abandoned or forgotten, I'm back now and ready to go, my aim is to get it finished before season 3 starts. 2 and a half weeks...wish me luck :)

Just wanted to say a quick thank you for all being patient and I hope people haven't lost interest.

Going to pick up where we left off in the last chapter. Hope you guys enjoy and as always let me know what you think!

Jess stormed out of her room half an hour later dressed in far too many layers given the blistering summer heat outside. Nick sighed heavily to himself as she returned to the living room; this was the ski-mask incident all over again.

Jess refused to meet anyone's eyes as she dashed around the living room searching for her keys, once found she yelled that she was going to CeCe's and then slammed the door without another word.

Nick stood staring at the closed door, confused, disappointed and more than a little pissed off.

"Well I guess your big romantic days off then." Schmidt called from the couch not bothering to look up from the fancy financial magazine he was reading.

Nick rounded on him and glared furiously. "This is all your fault Schmidt!"

Schmidt snapped his head up, "How so Nicholas?"

"Seriously?" Nick yelled storming toward the couch amazed Schmidt couldn't see what he'd done.

"You mean earlier?" Schmidt scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Pur-lease."

"You know how Jess is, that she struggles talking about…sex and stuff." Nick barked. "You just had to push it didn't you?"

"Eugh, Jess is a grown ass woman Nick; she needs to stop acting like a silly teenager who's never been kissed before." Schmidt said. "I mean in the two years she's lived here she's had a fair amount of bone and…"

"Schmidt." Nick practically growled his fists naturally clenching.

"Calm down Nick, all I'm saying is Jess is hardly virginal. It's just sex, everyone does it. I myself am somewhat of an expert in the area, in fact if you need any pointers…"

Nick's glare intensified, the last thing he wanted right now was sex advice from Schmidt of all people.

"Look this is Jess we're talking about, you know she doesn't do things like normal people."

Schmidt dropped his magazine, "I knew that little minx was into the freaky stuff! It's always the quiet ones." He said with a small shake of his head. "Damn I knew I should have hit that when she moved in."

Nick suddenly lunged forward, fists flying through the air wildly until one connected hard with Schmidt's nose. Schmidt leapt in the air instantly shrieking in pain, hands covering his face, his magazine hurtling across the room.

"My nose!" he cried turning to Nick, his voice sounding muffled by his hands. "Nick what the hell?"

Nick stood glaring darkly at Schmidt, chest heaving, blood pumping, fists still clenched tightly as though ready to strike again.

"Don't talk about Jess like that." He snarled.

Schmidt didn't answer as he was already rushing towards the kitchen looking for any shiny surface; he quickly grabbed a pot lid and held it up to his face.

"Oh my god is it broken? Please say it's not broken." He said to himself as he gingerly reached out and touched his reddening nose, wincing with the pain. He shot Nick a dark look over his shoulder. "I swear to god Nick if my nose is broken I am going to sue the ugly flannel off your back!"

Nick didn't say anything he was still humming with intense anger towards his best friend.

After a few more moments of assessing his injury Schmidt let out a sigh of relief. It hurt like hell but he was pretty sure it was just bruised not broken. He lowered the pot lid slightly and turned back to face Nick.

"I don't think it's broken. Count yourself lucky Nicholas."

"You count yourself lucky I don't shove that lid through your face." Nick snapped his eyes still dark and angry.

Schmidt waved his arms in the air. "Seriously Nick what the hell is your problem?"

"I told you."

"Because of what I said about Jess? Come on Nick we rag on each other all the time…hell I've said a lot worse before!"

"I don't care. It's different now."

Schmidt rolled his eyes. "What because you two are now doing the bedroom nasty?"

Nick felt his anger bubbling again. "It's not just…we're…" He took a deep breath. "It's not like that."

Schmidt's face fell serious as he stared at Nick for a moment and then slowly set the pot lid back down on the counter.

"Wait, you two…" he asked, then paused. "Is this thing like official now?"

Nick didn't answer but gave a small nod.

"Seriously? You're like a real legit couple, boyfriend and girlfriend…Mr. & Mrs.

Grumpy?"

"Yes." Nick replied through gritted teeth.

Schmidt didn't say anything else but gave a small shake of his head and slowly sat at one of the kitchen bar stools. Nick wasn't sure what had happened, Schmidt appeared to be in a state of shocked contemplation.

After a few more moments of silence Schmidt spoke.

"So you guys are really going to do this?" he asked his voice quiet.

Nick nodded again. Schmidt gave another small shake of his head before he sprung off his stool.

"Are you freaking kidding me right now Nick?" he yelled. "How could you do this?"

Nick was completely taken aback by his reaction; Schmidt was staring back at him looking genuinely angry and a little hurt.

"Do what?" Nick asked.

"The absolutely horrific idea that is you and Jessica Day as a couple!"

Nick's face fell into a confused frown, "Schmidt what are you talking about? You've known about me and Jess from the start…it's hardly new information!"

"Yes I knew you two were bumping uglies and flirting with the silly idea that you two could actually try and date but…a relationship?" Schmidt said the last word as though it was the most ridiculous idea in the world.

Nick rolled his eyes, "Look Schmidt we're still trying to figure this out but I wanna make it work. I mean I don't know what will happen or what she really wants but…"

"Please. I've seen the way you two look at each other." Schmidt scoffed then added sadly. "Well I guess it's over then."

"What's over?" Nick asked.

"Us!" Schmidt yelled back.

Nick made confused turtle face. "Wait Schmidt…are you breaking up with me?"

Schmidt glared at him, "This is not a joke Nicholas! Ten years! Ten years of bros over hoes gone just like that!" Schmidt said with click of his fingers.

"Jar." Nick said.

Schmidt ignored him. "All over some blue eyed floozy."

"Don't call Jess a floozy!" Nick snapped. "And nothing's changed…not really."

"Please don't insult me Nick."

"But it's so much fun." Nick said with a small grin.

"Seriously Nick you need to think about this…about how it's all going to play out."

Nick knew what Schmidt was trying to not so subtly say, how Nick was going to screw it all up.

"Schmidt look, this is really none of your business." Nick said getting annoyed all over again.

"The hell it isn't! Like I've said over and over, Winston and I live here as well, so when this all goes wrong and blows up in your face it's going to affect us all!" Schmidt yelled.

Nick was getting real tired of this, of everyone telling him what he and Jess should be doing in their relationship.

"Who says it's going to go wrong?" he snapped back.

"Please Nick, neither of you exactly have stellar romantic resumes." Schmidt said snidely. "I think it would be best for all parties concerned if this relationship-experiment be terminated immediately."

Nick stared at him opened mouth. "Schmidt are you out of your freaking mind?"

"C'mon Nick we all know it's going to happen eventually, you may as well save yourselves all the pain and heartache before you get in too deep and someone gets hurt." Schmidt said with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

Nick wanted to say that it was already too late for that he was in deep from the moment they uncalled it and decided to try to make this work.

Hell if he was honest with himself he was in from the second he kissed her in the hallway but right now he was so furious it was taking all of his willpower and energy not to punch Schmidt again.

Nick took a deep breath and did his best to push his anger back down. "Look Schmidt I'm not going to break up with Jess just because maybe, someday it might make things difficult for you!"

"Fine Nick!" Schmidt snapped. "Then Jess gets me in the divorce."

"Excellent. Where do I sign?" Nick said sarcastically.

"I'm serious Nick."

"So am I."

Schmidt glared at Nick for a moment and looked as though he was about to send another snarky comment his way when his posture suddenly changed. His shoulders fell and a sudden gloomy, almost disheartened look spread across his face.

"Things were so much easier before when it was just us guys, you me and Winston…and Coach." He said forlornly. "Before these women came along and started messing with our heads!"

Nick stared at Schmidt for a moment and couldn't believe what he was hearing from the self-proclaimed top dog and 'vagenius'.

Schmidt slumped back onto the stool with a defeated sigh as Nick walked towards the counter.

"C'mon Schmidty, what's this douce-breakdown really about?" Nick asked, despite the insult the genuine care and concern was evident in his voice.

It was a testament to the fact that despite its general mocking and somewhat dysfunctional nature theirs was a true friendship that only came from knowing someone so well for so long.

As much as Schmidt had pushed Nick's buttons and had driven him to violence, he was still the best friend Nick had, he was closer to him than his own brother and Nick knew there was something serious on his mind.

Schmidt looked up at him and took a deep breath. "How did you know…with Jess I mean, how did you know it was the right time to make a move?"

Nick could hear the genuine interest in his voice and knew it wasn't a lead into some sly dig or inappropriate comment.

"I knew you wanted to make a move forever…"

"You did?" Nick asked.

Schmidt rolled his eyes, "C'mon Nick I've known you for over ten years, and I've seen you pine after plenty of women, you're hardly stealth guy." Nick scowled at him. "But why now?"

Nick opened his mouth to answer not really sure what to say when he stopped himself and considered Schmidt's question.

What had made him cross that invisible line he and Jess had danced around since she moved in two years ago?

Was it really just the increased courage due to the alcohol and strip True American? Was it that Nick couldn't bear that Jess was with Dr. Sam knowing how wrong he was for her?

Or was it the fact that standing in the hallway with her that night Nick just couldn't let another minute pass without having known what it felt like to kiss her?

Or maybe it really was just that damn pink robe that caused Nick to finally snap.

Nick gave a light shrug.

"Honestly man I don't know…it's not like I ever planned on this happening…" Or thought I'd actually be this lucky, Nick said in his head. "…But then I kissed her and…"

"What?"

"Everything changed." Nick said simply.

Schmidt nodded in understanding.

Nick sat on the stool beside him. "Is this about CeCe and Elizabeth?"

Schmidt nodded again.

"You gotta make a decision man; it's been nearly three weeks since the wedding."

Schmidt threw his arms up in exasperation. "It's not like picking out a new toothbrush Nick, this is a serious decision!"

"I know Schmidt but you have to choose."

"How can I?" Schmidt said sadly. "They're the only two women I have ever been in love with."

Nick didn't know what to say. He wasn't exactly comfortable with deep emotional talks, Nick tried to avoid them at all costs.

"Elizabeth was my first…everything. She didn't just see me as the fat weird kid; she actually liked me how I was." Schmidt said as though he was still surprised by the fact. "She knows me better than anybody, she's amazing."

"So pick Elizabeth." Nick said.

"But CeCe…oh my dear Cecelia…" Schmidt said wistfully spinning on his stool. "She's my Indian angel…and sex goddess."

Nick rolled his eyes. "So then pick CeCe."

Schmidt snapped his eyes to Nick. "Are you even trying to help?"

"Not really." Nick bit back getting increasingly frustrated with Schmidt again. "Just pick one before they both come to their senses!"

But Schmidt didn't seem to really be listening to him, he sat in a somewhat day-dream like state and muttered to himself. "I can't bear to leave either of them with a broken heart…and of course one seriously devastated vagina."

"Jar!" Nick yelled.

His yell seemed to yank Schmidt back to their conversation.

"I'm afraid Nick." He said lowly.

Nick shifted; a little uncomfortable again, he really hoped Schmidt didn't start to cry. He'd have to punch him again.

"Of what?" he asked.

"What if I make the wrong decision? What if I pick the wrong…"

Nick cut him off, "Schmidt you can't just leave them hanging because you don't have enough balls to pick someone!"

Schmidt shook his head, "No I didn't mean…" he said sadly. "I meant I don't want anybody to get hurt."

"Oh." Nick said not sure how else to respond. He really wasn't good at this.

"I mean CeCe called off her wedding for me! That's crazy!" Schmidt said incredulously. "But Elizabeth…I practically turned her life upset down and begged her to give me another chance, I can't just walk away because CeCe is suddenly available…"

Nick wasn't sure if Schmidt was waiting for him to respond or was simply letting his thoughts spill out loud. But as he sat and listened to his best friends words and saw the hurt and confusion etched on his face Nick realised the fantasy of two women wanting you wasn't as great as he'd thought. Not when you knew were going to break someone's heart, someone you cared about.

Schmidt continued, "I wanted CeCe for so long, I would have done anything to get her but I never felt like I was enough you know?"

Nick let out a small snort, he could definitely relate to that insecurity. Though Schmidt's anxieties over CeCe had been more superficial and related to her modelling world Nick understood the fear of not feeling good enough, that the person you wanted so badly deserved more than you.

"But with Elizabeth I never felt like that, I just felt…happy. It was simple, easy." Schmidt said fondly. "But that was so long ago, I don't know if I can be that guy again…I don't even remember that guy."

Nick understood Schmidt's fear, he was afraid he'd never be enough for CeCe and she would hurt him again and he was afraid he'd lost too much of the old-Schmidt that he would hurt Elizabeth.

Nick sighed, "Look Schmidt I'm not exactly good at all this relationship stuff…"

Schmidt scoffed unable to stop himself.

"Listen do you wanna hear what I have to say or not?" Nick snapped.

Schmidt nodded, "Sorry, yes please continue Yoda."

"Good, so shut ya pie hole." Nick said with a dark glare. "I can't tell you who is right for you Schmidt, they're both awesome and way out of your league but…"

Nick paused, not too sure himself what he was going to say.

"What I think is you gotta take a minute, think about your life…think about the big things and little things, who do you see there, with you?

Schmidt looked both shocked and genuinely impressed. "Wow Nick who knew you were so deep?"

"Can it Schmidt!" Nick snapped.

Schmidt sniggered and held up his hands apologetically.

"Sorry. So you and Jess…in a real relationship now. That's a big step." He paused for a moment then asked. "So when you think about the big and little things…you see Jess?"

Nick looked down at the counter; uncomfortable the focus was now back on him, internally kicking himself for the mushy crap he'd just let slip out.

"I don't know Schmidt…it's only been a few weeks." He mumbled.

Schmidt gave him a doubtful look, "You mean years. I told you I see the way you look at her…the way you have been looking at her for a while."

Nick didn't say anything; he really just wanted to change the subject from him and Jess.

"Look Nick I know I say a lot of stupid stuff and joke about you guys but…" Schmidt gave Nick a serious look. "Just don't mess this up."

"I'm trying but you and Winston didn't exactly help with the little stunt you pulled today!"

Schmidt rolled his eyes, "Ok, ok I get it I'm sorry Jess got upset, really but I meant what I said she needs to grow up." he gave a small shake of his head. "And I also meant the other stuff as well; the rules are not to be broken."

Nick was still angry at the idea he and Jess had to follow any rules in their own apartment but he was tired of arguing with everyone today.

"Whatever." He said with a defeated sigh. "Could you maybe just try and I don't know…maybe have a little more tact? I know it's a foreign concept for you Schmidt but…"

"Fine, fine." Schmidt capitulated. "But you need to control your woman Nicholas, honestly the noises she makes…"

"Schmidt." Nick said the warning clear in his voice.

"Maybe you should just put something in her mouth…" Schmidt said with a creepy wink.

Nick shuddered. "Jar."

Later that night Nick sat at the kitchen counter reading the ESPN website but he was mostly trying to keep himself busy. Jess had been gone for hours, Nick knew the best thing to do was give her some space but he just couldn't let it go.

An hour or so after she left he'd called her but she didn't answer, after two more unanswered calls Nick left an apologetic voicemail. However all he got in response was a text saying;

I'm fine. Be back later. J x

Nick kept hoping she would burst through the door any second; he didn't care if she was still mad at him he just wanted her to come back. But as the hours ticked by he gave up hoping and just decided to wait.

He'd tried to read the same line four times now but he just couldn't concentrate.

"Dammit." He snarled as he slammed the lid of Schmidt's new laptop shut with a little too much force.

At that exact moment the loft door finally swung open, Jess stumbling in arms so full she could barely see where she was going. Nick jumped up immediately and moved to help her, taking the numerous bags from her tiny arms and setting them down on the kitchen counter beside Schmidt's quite possibly broken laptop.

"Thanks." Jess said slightly out of breath as she brushed her hair out of her face.

"No problem." Nick replied then looked to the masses of bags. "What's all this Jess?"

"A peace offering." She said with a genuinely warm smile. Nick felt relief flood through him. "I'm sorry I was such a dufus today."

Jess began unpacking the bags and Nick saw she had got take out from his favourite place, packs of donuts, chocolates, ice cream and a twelve pack of Heislers.

"Jess you didn't need to do all this. I was an idiot before…"

Jess cut him off and shook her head, "No I overreacted...like waaaaaay overreacted! What Schmidt and Winston said I just…" her cheeks instantly flamed red, she took a deep breath. "I got so embarrassed. I've just always been so bad at this stuff…"

Nick smiled and walked around the counter, "I can say categorically that is not true."

Jess blush turned an even darker shade of crimson at Nick words and she busied herself with unpacking the rest of the bags.

"Not at the actual doing it part Nick." She said quickly. "But talking about it and stuff, I just get all flustered and embarrassed…"

Nick moved closer to her, "Don't listen to those two Jess, they're the biggest morons in the history morons!"

Jess laughed and Nick wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I know but I thought about what they said and they do have a point, they live here too."

Nick rolled his eyes, "So what? We're not doing anything wrong."

"I know but maybe we should be a little more…" Jess paused trying to think of the right word. "…discreet."

"Like either of those two have ever been discreet." Nick scoffed. "Winston does his Mojo-man dance anytime a girl actually comes back here and Schmidt…well Schmidt should be on some sort of list."

Jess giggled, "Still, we all live here Nick, we need to be fair to them."

Nick frowned and moved his head down, nuzzling into Jess's hair.

"I don't wanna be fair to them. Screw them and screw their stupid rules." His glance fell to the metal counter behind Jess, a dark and dangerous glint in his eyes. "In fact…"

Jess understood Nick's intentions immediately; she could practically see the cogs turning in his mind.

The counter, the kitchen were all part of the communal area, off limits, against the rules and Nick Miller wasn't one for being told what to do. Jess felt Nick tighten his grip around her waist as his lips moved lower, lighting brushing against her neck.

Jess could see it in his mind, what he was going to do, pick her up and take her right there on the counter. Hard and fast and wild until she was clutching and screaming against him, until she completely lost control.

And part of Jess wanted him to so badly, the part that had revelled in the frantic and wildness of the past few weeks but the other part, the seemingly eternal adolescent and awkward part was still so embarrassed.

Before Nick's lips could reach that sensitive spot below her ear and Jess knew she would be lost she wriggled free from his arms.

"Easy tiger…" she said slightly breathless trying to calm the heat that had quickly built as soon as Nick touched her.

She quickly breezed past him and grabbed the two tubs of Ben & Jerry's sitting on the counter appreciating the cool feel against her palms, doing her best to resist the urge to rub the pots against her burning skin.

Nick watched silently as Jess closed the freezer door and quickly darted around the kitchen, grabbing plates and cutlery muttering to herself, confused as to why she had pulled away from him.

Jess turned back to him with a nervous smile, "C'mon let's eat before it gets cold."

Nick nodded and grabbed the bag of take-out food following Jess to the large wooden dining table. Nick pulled Jess chair out for her and she smiled at the sweet gesture but before her butt could touch the seat she jumped immediately in the air.

"Wait!" She squealed.

Nick watched with his usual turtle face expression as Jess skipped to the kitchen and grabbed two beers before quickly taking her seat.

Nick sat down and twirled the bottle in his hands.

"No pink wine tonight Jessica?" he asked, his tone low and suggestive.

Jess took a sip of her beer and hoped Nick would ignore the obvious redness of her cheeks. "Not tonight."

Nick's shoulders fell at her words and he tried not to feel too disappointed. It wasn't because all he wanted from Jess was sex, well actually he did want sex with her all the time, anytime but that wasn't what was bothering him.

He hated that Jess was so skittish around him again, that Schmidt's stupid words had caused all her nervousness to return. It was one of the reasons the last couple of weeks had been so great, their whole 'not over-thinking' things rule had worked great up until now.

Nick hoped the beer, though not as successfully proven as rosé, would help Jess to relax.

But the night didn't get better, it only got worse. Anytime Nick tried to reach out to Jess, to touch her she would shrug him off. Anytime he made a flirtatious suggestion or comment she would awkwardly change the subject to anything else.

The more Nick tried the more Jess pulled away. She chatted nervously with increased speed and incoherence about random topics, including a five minute monologue on the new shade of green yarn she wanted to buy to knit them matching loft holiday sweaters.

The more Jess talked the less Nick did, he became surly and agitated responding to her awkward chatter monosyllabically and pushing his food around his plate like a moody kid.

Nick knew everyone struggled with expressing themselves in some way when it came to relationships, Nick struggled with talking about his feelings and with Jess it was sex. Nick knew she got embarrassed easily and that wasn't going to go away overnight but he was so mad she was pushing him away over it.

More than that the lack of physical conduct with having her so close was driving him crazy.

Jess was muttering way too fast about some cutesy animal YouTube video when Nick forcefully slammed his fork down on the table.

Jess looked up startled, "Nick…what the…"

"Jess this is ridiculous." He snapped looking directly at her. "I know what Schmidt and Winston said upset you and they were idiots…as usual but it's not like what they said is a bad thing. Its sex Jess, just sex! And anyways…who cares what they think!"

"It's what they hear Nick." She said setting her own fork down a little more gently.

"So what?"

"It's embarrassing!" Jess cried.

"Who the hell cares!" Nick near yelled.

"I do Nick! I don't want them to hear that, to know when we…when I…" Jess began to stumble over her words, getting flustered all over again.

Nick knew she was still embarrassed but his patience was long gone.

"So what Jess are we just never going to have sex again?" Nick snapped.

Nick was being sarcastic but as the words left his mouth Nick was utterly horrified by the thought.

"Of course not Nick." Jess snapped back. "Don't be so ridiculous."

"I'm being ridiculous? Says the thirty year old woman who still spells out s-e-x or makes up some fluffy alternative word for penis! Just grow the hell up would ya!"

Nick worried he may have gone too far as he saw the dark glare flash across Jess face, he braced himself for a Jess Day know-it-all rant but Jess sat back with a sigh.

"I'm trying Nick." She said softly. "I've just never been good talking about this stuff."

"You talk to CeCe."

Jess looked up at him surprised and a little anxious.

"I heard you the other day." He admitted.

Jess just stared at him slightly panicked at what exactly he had heard but Nick didn't elaborate further.

"That's different with CeCe. I talk to her about everything Nick."

"You can talk to me Jess. I mean I'm the one you're sleeping with not CeCe…right?" he said teasingly.

Jess raised her eyebrows and giggled. "I know Nick but I just can't talk to you about this…it's so embarrassing."

Nick looked genuinely hurt by her words and slumped back in his seat.

"I thought that's what couples did…talk about stuff." He mumbled.

Jess couldn't help the small grin that spread across her flamed face as Nick referred to them as a couple. She was taken aback; did Nick Miller really just say he wanted to talk about their feelings and emotions? When did Nick suddenly become so open and eager to share and Jess was the one who wanted to run and hide.

Jess opened her mouth to respond but as she looked at Nick she was struck by how sombre and disappointed he looked. She realised how hard he was trying and she felt so bad, for as long as she had known Nick Miller he had never been one for talking about how he felt and here he was trying so hard with her. Jess knew he was right, she needed to grow up.

"I know Nick but I…when you…" she stumbled over her words. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. "When you kiss me or touch me or hell half the time when you just look at me it's like I lose all control and I feel so…"

Jess lost her words again as she struggled not to let her embarrassment take over. She paused, struggling to find the right words to adequately describe the way Nick made her feel.

Nick lent back in his chair, he knew this was hard for her and he knew he needed to keep his short fuse in check.

"Jess it's a good thing…" he said.

"I know Nick but sometimes I…its kinda scary." She said softly.

Nick understood what she was struggling to say instantly. Schmidt's stupid comments today hadn't just made her feel embarrassed but brought more feelings to the forefront. It wasn't about the sounds Jess made or how loud she was, it was about the way she lost herself completely to him.

When Nick was with Jess, when his hands and skin were on hers Jess felt like she was being consumed completely and utterly. It wasn't just that she was having the best sex of her life (which she was) but it was how she felt, of what it meant between them and the fear of what would happen if it ended. Nick understood because he felt the exact the same way.

Every time Jess lay writhing and coming apart beneath him Nick felt ecstasy and desire unlike anything before but he also knew it would never be enough.

He would always want her, he wanted her now, desperately, rules and discretion be damned. Nick needed her, needed her to lose control and scream his name. He needed to show her how he felt.

Nick was done talking. Without a word he stood up and yanked Jess to her feet by her elbow. Jess murmured a confused 'what the hell' which quickly transformed into a small squeal as Nick picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, fireman style, before stomping purposefully to his bedroom, slamming the door behind them.

Everything happened so fast that Jess's mind was still spinning. One minute she was sitting with Nick were at the dining room table talking and suddenly he swept her off her feet (again) and was now pressed up against his bedroom door.

Nick's hands encircled her waist as he stared down at her, his eyes dark and intense. Jess felt her skin burn just from his look, she knew what he wanted and she wanted it too, desperately but a part of her felt suddenly so nervous.

"Nick…" she breathed softly. "Maybe we should…"

But then Nick mouth was on her and Jess instantly forgot what she wanted to say. Nick kept one hand tightly on her hips as he pressed the length of his body against hers, caging her beneath him against the hard wood of the door.

Nick kissed her roughly as he ground himself against her core, Jess could feel how hard he was already through the material of his jeans, without thinking she moaned loudly against his mouth, her body revelling in the delicious feel of the friction between them. Nick grinned at the sound and Jess instantly panicked that someone else might hear.

As if he could read her mind Nick broke his lips from hers, trailing kisses across her face until his mouth was at her ear.

"Don't think about it Jess." he said hotly as he nipped at the skin beneath her ear.

Jess mewled and bit down on her lip to stop herself making any more sounds.

"Just let go." Nick whispered.

Jess grabbed the back of his neck and kissed Nick hard; crashing her mouth on his, as long as Nick's lips were on hers Jess couldn't make too much noise.

Nick kissed her back roughly, his tongue pushing into her mouth seeking out her own as one hand dropped down tracing the curve of her ass.

Jess gasped softly against his mouth as Nick pushed her body upwards, wrapping her legs around his waist instantly, her arms desperately clinging around his neck. Nick used the weight of his body to support her tiny frame as he pressed Jess into the hard door, still grinding himself against her so roughly the door began to rattle.

The sound of the intermittent banging of the door sent sparks of anxiety through Jess, it was too loud, someone would definitely hear.

Jess shook her head lightly. "Nick no…door…" She stammered against his lips. "…bed."

But Nick simply ignored her request; he lent back and took in the ragged and desperate woman trapped in his arms. Nick couldn't help but grin at the sight, slowly he moved one hand across her hip slipping between her thighs and gently rubbed the material of her soaked panties.

Jess arched her back and tried to stifle the cry forming so desperately in her throat as Nick's fingers torturously pushed the flimsy lace to one side, his fingers brushing against her lightly, his thumb grazing over her throbbing bud.

Digging her nails hard into Nick's flesh, her eyes fluttered closed, Jess tightened her legs around him, forcing his body closer her own bucking against his hand. She moaned unable to stop herself, she needed so much more than his slow delicate ministrations, the fire building inside her was becoming desperate.

"N-Nick…" she moaned as quietly as she could as she tried to pull him even closer.

Again Nick ignored her, burying himself into the curve of her neck, his lips nipping and sucking hotly at her skin before he slipped two fingers inside her. Jess's breathing hitched as she clamped around his fingers causing Nick to groan against her neck.

Jess clutched desperately to Nick as he moved his fingers expertly within her, his thumb continuing to circle her, it felt so good she wanted to cry out, scream the freaking loft down at what this man was going to her but she didn't. Jess bit down so hard on her lip she was surprised she didn't draw blood, she mumbled incoherently shaking her head roughly from side to side.

Nick broke his lips from her skin.

"Jessica." He said his voice dark and determined as he curled his fingers inside her and increased the pressure of his thumb against her most sensitive spot.

Jess's eyes snapped open immediately at the heated sound of her name from his lips and clung even tighter to his shoulders. Nick felt his brow furrow in frustration, normally at this point Jess would be writhing and moaning and begging him for release, Nick knew she was close but she was holding herself back.

God she was even more stubborn than I realised, Nick thought to himself, time to up your game Miller.

As quietly as she could, Jess rolled her hips against him, riding Nick's fingers trying to bring herself closer to her silent release. She needed to let go soon, she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to contain herself.

But then Nick suddenly stopped his movements, Jess wanted to scream out as she felt his hand fall away leaving her desperate and teetering on the edge.

Jess glared furiously at him, her hands still roughly gripping at him.

"Nick." She said again, this time her voice hot, wanton and more than a little pissed off. "What the…"

Nick quickly silenced her with a kiss, hard and rough whilst he simultaneously set Jess's body back down on the floor. She was still so unravelled and impatient for Nick she kissed him back hungrily, grinding and rubbing herself against his body, craving more of his touch.

Loving how wild and frantic she was becoming Nick pulled back and Jess moaned at more loss of contact with him. Pouting, lips bruised from his kisses, she looked up at him but the gleam in his eyes told her this was far from over.

Nick snatched roughly at the hem of her dress, pooling the material in his hands as he peeled it upwards. Jess briefly pushed her body away from the door so Nick could whip the garment off her, his hands immediately moved to her bra-clad breasts, kneading softly, the lace material scratching at her already hardened nipples.

Forcing herself to bite back another moan Jess came to the realisation Nick was wearing far too many clothes. Within seconds she had whipped his shirt off, exposing his heaving chest before her hands quickly get to work on his belt. Jess tugged impatiently at the infuriating leather strap when she felt Nick's hands clasp around her wrists, pulling them away.

Jess glared up at him, a half confused, half furious look on her face but Nick simply grinned and raised his eyebrows in response. Hooking his fingers into the edge of her lace panties Nick slowly pulled them down as he fell to his knees in front of her.

"Oh…" was all Jess could whisper breathlessly in response stepping out of her underwear.

Nick snaked one hand from the bottom of her leg upwards tracing the back of her thigh, hooking one leg over his shoulder. Jess dug one hand into the now exposed flesh of Nick's shoulder whilst the other clung onto the door handle trying to keep herself upright as she desperately waited for what was to come.

Jess heard a low growl from Nick as he moved forwards and then his mouth was on her, Jess felt as though a bolt of electricity surge through her entire body at the sensation.

"Uh…God…" she moaned as Nick's tongue lapped at her, moving her hand from his shoulder and fisting into his hair.

She was gripping and pulling so tight on his messy brown locks as she bucked against his mouth, her whole body trembling frantically at the feel of his expert tongue.

Nick pulled her bud into his mouth and sucked, Jess whimpered above him still refusing to fully let herself go. Nick's eyes darkened at her continued stubbornness as he slowly slid two fingers back inside her.

Jess was unable to stop the small cry that fell from her lips as she naturally bucked harder in response to his movements. She was struggling to control herself with Nick's amazing mouth on her, without meaning to she released her death like grip on the door handled and banged her palm against the door.

A satisfied grin flickered across Nick's lips as he continued to suckle at her pearl. Jess was still trying to fight it but he knew she was so close to unravelling but he wanted more, he wanted her to come undone completely. He expertly curled his fingers inside her as his teeth grazed at her swollen clit, sucking even harder.

Jess just couldn't fight it anymore, her body couldn't hold out against him any longer. Her entire being felt like it was on fire, without thinking or worrying about who could hear Jess banged her hand against the door again, louder and harder throwing her head back as she cried out, unable to stop herself.

"God… Nick, yes...yes…god yes!" she screamed banging her fist against the door with every desperate word.

Nick felt her clench around him and curled his fingers deeper inside her. Jess thrust her hips forwards, her body shuddering fiercely and slamming back against the door, Nick's name practically screaming from her lips over and over again as she reached the most amazing and intense orgasm.

Nick continued to stroke and softly lap as Jess rode out the waves of her pleasure, waiting until he felt her fingers relaxed their vice-like grip in his hair as he slowly rose back to his feet, kissing his way up her exposed body as he did so.

Jess's body was still shaking and humming with pleasure in his hold, her skin glistened with sweat and that post-climax glow yet her skin still burned at the feel of his lips, wanting more. Nick trailed his lips across her chest, collarbone and neck, he was about to reclaim her lips when they were both startled by a loud and furious hammering on the other side of his bedroom door.

"Major rule breakage!" the enraged voice of Schmidt yelled from the hallway. "My ears are practically bleeding out here!"

Schmidt awaited their response, tapping his foot impatiently expecting the two criminals to open the door and make their sheepish apologies. However as he lent his ear against the door all he heard was a mischievous giggle, the words your turn cowboy and the unmistakable sound of bodies collapsing against Nick's battered bed springs.

Schmidt banged his fist angrily against the door again.

"Animals!" he muttered before stomping back towards his empty bedroom.