Sandwiches and Sex

Disclaimer: I do not own New Girl, unfortunately.

This is the first ever fanfic I've written, so constructive criticism is very welcome. If you like this half, then I will upload an M half! Please review. :)

(set just after the Chicago ep)

*Knock knock*

Nick looked up to see Jess standing in the doorway holding a small plate with a sandwich on it. He gave her a soft smile and gestured for her to come in.

'How ya feelin'?' Jess said with a spring in her voice, as she sat beside him at the end of his bed.

'Much better now. What's the sandwich for?' Nick replied as he took the plate out of her hands and noticed how soft her hands were when he brushed past them, just like at the funeral.

'Oh you know it's an 'I'm sorry your dad died, I hope you're OK' sandwich' she said with a endearing smile across her face.

He couldn't help think about her being there for him that day. She held his hand, pushed him forward so he could carry on. Only Jess could do that for him. No one else, Jess.

'Why thank you. I was actually about to make one myself!' He took 4 bites and it was demolished.

He placed the plate on the floor - adding to the clutter, before sitting up to face Jess. His eyes immediately focused on her big, bold, bubbly blue eyes and he gave a little smirk. Thoughts of the night when they broke the fish tank flashed in his mind. How she looked him straight in the eye, before tip toeing up to give him a soft sensual kiss. THAT's the door he wanted to go through. THAT's what he wanted.

'I best am going. You know, got some...erm...errands to run. Or what have you' Jess suddenly spoke, breaking the not-so-awkward silence that was in the room.

'Oh, I thought we could, talk maybe?' Nick didn't know where this was going. But he sure didn't want her to leave. Everything is so peaceful when she's around and they're not arguing. Just sitting there being in her presence was reassuring to him. Even though he loved the rush he got when they were arguing and about to rip each other's heads off - he loved them just being 'normal' together.

'What do you want to talk about?' Apart of her was glad that he wanted her to stay. They hadn't talked about the 'prove it' situation, and she knew he wanted answers to why she wanted to have sex with him. It couldn't have just been the trying right? Has she been feeling these feelings before the whole Guys Night scenario? Maybe she needed this talk just as much as him, she thought.

'Sit down'. There they were again. Sitting in close proximity to each other at the end of his bed. Gently, he placed his hand on her knee, where it had been before. Her eyes looked to his hand and then straight back up to his chocolate eyes and have a smirk.

'What do you want to talk about then?'

'Well there are several things, Jessica. Like one, thank you for being there for me. Two, we kissed. A lot.'

Boom. There he said it. He didn't want to drag the fact out longer than it was.

'Yes. Yes we did' Jess replied with a giggle, but their eyes did not leave each other's.

She could feel her heart thump, wondering if he could hear it. She felt his hand stroking her leg - stop it - she thought.

'Not only did we suck face once, but we sucked face a few times. I admit, the first one was me. All me. But that second one-'

'Was me. I know' she looked down at his hand on her knee. Why was she feeling like this? Her heart was pumping so fast, her lips becoming tingly. His hand felt warm on her legs, radiating heat, skin on skin as she was wearing her short black skirt.

Next, she felt his other hand come up, cupping her cheek and then softly stroking her jaw line. She looked back into his eyes, only to find they were darker, more passionate.

'Did you like kissing me?' What did he just ask? Was he ready for this? Nicholas Miller, the man who wanted to clean up a gallon of water with paper towels?

'Erm...well...yes. Otherwise I wouldn't have kissed you again'. Their faces were literally centimetres apart.

She could feel his breath on her face. She took a quick glance at his red succulent lips, desiring the taste of them again. What was holding her back from inching in and just planting one on him, right there and then? They were the only ones in the loft. Schmidt off on some 'date' and Winston was at work. No one could disturb them. NO, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING JESS? Remember Schmidt's saying, the loft dynamic. What if this ruins it? But a girl has needs, am I right?

Before she could think about it any further, she could feel his hand getting higher and higher up her thigh. Sending shivering impulses through her body, her breathing increased. Wait, what if he wanted this too? Wanted what? What am I thinking?

Then there it was. Another luxurious kiss. He just sprung on her, releasing all of the suppressed images that were in his head. He wasn't sure where the heck he was going with this, but her lips were just so enticing he needed to taste the strawberry again.

Her hands sprung up around his neck, returning the kiss oh so generously wanting more and more. In that very moment, both of them forgot where they were, and most definitely saw through space and time again. Jess could feel his hand even higher now, and slightly opening the gap in between her legs. Was this really about to happen? With Nick? The thought of it made her wet and she didn't have a clue what was happening, but she liked it.

Quiet, whispy moans came out of their mouths every now and then whilst they came back for air. How was this kiss just as good as their other kisses? He knew what he was doing with his tongue. It wasn't like a war between their tongues, but more of a give and take. He would push his tongue inside her mouth long enough for her to slightly suck it, and then she would run her tongue across his bottom lip. Everything was getting hotter and hotter. Even though one hand was still in between her legs, the other explored her body. Brushing up her side, down her back, making her tingle everywhere, places she thought she couldn't even tingle!

Before Nick went any higher up her leg, he stopped the intense kiss and pressed his forehead against hers.

'I think you're beautiful Jessica. I've thought that from the day I met you. Your beautiful eyes, your beautiful face, your beautiful hair, your beautiful body'

She let out a whimper, 'oh my gosh Nick, stop it. You don't know how much this is turning me on right now!'

She threw her hands around his neck once more, and dove in for another kiss - this time it was more sensual, strong, and seductive. She wanted him. Right there. On his bed.

She volunteeringly opened her legs for a better access, and Nick smiled within the kiss.

'Why are you smiling?'

'I want you Jess. I've wanted you for a while!'

'Nick, please, just take me now, please, ju-'.

Before she could finish her sentence, Nick mouth was back on hers. He stood slightly and slipped his hand on top her breast, spurring her on.

She wriggled back onto the bed as he followed her, crawling on top of her. His hand had moved from her breast and opening and were unbuttoning her pink silk top, similar to what she wore that night. Her hands moved down to his easy-to-take-off belt buckle and it was off within 5 seconds.

'Wow that was quick'; he said with a grin, 'you do want me too'.

She pulled his neck back down and carried on kissing him as he was finishing her top. When he had reached the end of her shirt, he slowly raised his hands up to her shoulders and slipped it down her arms. Throwing the shirt to one side, he looked at her supple breasts. He then began to lay a pattern of kisses from behind her neck, reaching all the way down to her cleavage, leaving Jess to moan every time he hit a sensitive spot.

Realising that she was topless and he wasn't, Jess clicked and began taking Nick's flannel shirt off. Even though they looked hot on him, she wanted it off to feel his warm skin on her pale but warm skin. It was off just as quick as the belt, and Nick gave her an 'impressively-quick-I'm-happy' look and placed another kiss on her lips.

'Are we about to do this thing?' He asked her, making sure she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. And God, did he want her.