After they both came undone under each other, Nick had collapsed onto her small stature and was trying to regain his breaths. After realising he was probably squashing her with his weight, he tumbled beside her and covered them both with his tatted blanket which was underneath them. Still panting, they both turned their heads and retained eye contact. Exploring her features once again, Nick was taken aback by her swollen lips, passionate kisses, her rosy cheeks from their movements, hips grinding with hips, and her slightly entangled hair. She still looked flawless. If he wasn't sure before, he was certain now that his feelings for her weren't just physical. Yeah they just had intense, amazing, glorious sex, (better than he's ever had in his life), but he found himself wanting to cuddle her and just lie there, forever.

"Wow"

"Wow was my thought exactly" He replied. Did they really do what they just did? Yes, yes they did.

They still didn't break eye contact. Their eyes were like magnets, each were polar opposites just attracting to each other.

That was better than any of the times in the 6 years of being with Spencer. Not even Paul, Russell or Sam could match up to him. Nick. Ol' Nick Miller. Why was it different with him? Why did the Earth shatter around me with him? Why did I experience the most orgasmic of orgasms with him? He wouldn't have done that to me if he didn't feel that same way as I was feeling…would he? Ugh, stop thinking so much and say something Jessica! But I'm naked. In his bed. We just had sex! What will happen now? What if the others find out? What about the loft dynamic? But are my feelings too strong for this man?

Jessica Day, if you ask yourself one more question, no baking for a whole month. Say something God damn it!

Nick interrupted her argument between herself and…herself. "What do we do now?"

Damn it, you should've spoken first, get the hard questions out of the way first so he would have to be the one answering them!

"What do you want to do Nicholas?" Yes, a good old switcha-roo.

"Well Jess," Oh God, don't say my name like that "I enjoyed what we just did a lot. A lot." He replied with a grin. "And to be honest, I don't think this time we can just go on and try to pretend like nothing happened".

Was this really Nick Miller talking? Telling me his feelings? Did we pass some sort of parallel universe whilst making love? Don't say that word…love. You're not in love, snap out of it!

Returning to the present, she finally spoke, "Well Miller, I enjoyed it a lot too. It was fun."

The conversation was going nowhere. They weren't looking at each other anymore, but their eyes focused on the ceiling of his room. Both were lost in their own heads, over thinking everything, Jess more than Nick. Both of them wanted this thing between them to work out. They already lived together, so there was definitely no escaping what they just did. They would have to take a path, the right path, to their next actions. Why it wasn't obvious that they both had strong feelings towards each other was baffling. Or was it the fact that neither of them could admit to these feelings? One of them had to speak up and let everything seep out into the open, but whom.

Jess let out a small yawn, obviously tired after their little exercise. It was only 10pm, but it was dark outside in the LA air. Nick noticed this yawn and sat up, swivelling his legs off the side of his bed, searching for his underwear. Jess looked up at him with a confusing look. Was that it? Weren't we going to talk about it? Typical Nick Miller, always running away from things. At least he isn't 'panic-moonwalking'.

Nick placed his boxers on and turned to face Jess. Her arms poking over his blanket (which he was most certainly embarrassed about, but she didn't seem to mind), and her head placed in the centre of his pillow with her hair splayed out bedraggled. He could just about make out her body shape as the blanket fell softly around her curves. After taking in this angelic woman's body lying in his bed, he returned his eyes to her face. She looked disappointed somehow. Realising that he looked like he was about to just leave her there, draped across his bed, head leant on his bed and gently kissed her forehead. She smiled as the moistened lips touched her. Maybe he wasn't just going to leave me here after all. Wait, was he going to tell me to get out? Let me do the walk of shame back to me room? What is happening?

"I'm going to make myself another sandwich, Jessica" he told her, looking into her eyes once again, "Would you like one, or anything from the kitchen? I promise I'll be right back!"

Yepp. If I wasn't falling for him hard before, I am now. Seriously, am I in a parallel universe?!

"Erm, could I have a tea Nick?" was this such a strange request after having sex? She didn't care and began telling him how she wanted it before he interrupted her.

"Jess, I know how you have your tea! You have been living with us for 2 years now. I will be right back with it" he said whilst leaving her with a cute grin on his face which made her melt once more.

Slowly Jess sat up, hearing Nick clinking away in the kitchen. She brushed the stray hairs away from her eyes and face and began searching for her discarded clothes. She didn't know what the hell was going through her mind right now, but she didn't want to battle against herself again, afraid that she'd probably start going psychiatric at any second.

Finding her bra and panties tossed on top of Nick's trousers, she hesitantly put them on, briefly parting the warmth of his bed. She climbed back under his musty green blanket, tucked it over her breasts and under her arms and sat against the headboard awaiting her cup of tea. She glanced around his room and noticed bits of dirty clothing lying on the floor; his tatty wardrobe which didn't hold a door, showing off his strewn up hanging clothes, a mixture of reds, greens, whites, blues and blacks, his laptop was half closed on the desk beside his bed, before returning her eyes to his bedstead.

She noticed the packaging of the condom they just used, and next to it was an unopened condom. Again? She was tired a second ago, but thinking about round two with that love making machine just made her that little bit more aroused. No, we have to talk.

Hearing footsteps coming towards the door, Jess braced herself for the man who was about to walk through it. A slight smirk arrived on her face involuntarily. And then there he was again, walking towards the bed with a tray in his hands. A mug of hot tea, a neatly cut into two; lettuce, cucumber and ham sandwich, and a beer for him, stood on the tray. Jess glanced across the tray and she grabbed the mug with two hands, letting a 'thank you' slip her lips. She didn't take her eyes off her scolding hot tea and she pursed her lips, blowing it to cool it down before she could take a sip. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Nick placing down the tray on the floor before gently sitting himself down on his bed, next to where her legs where stretched out. He bent down and grabbed the plate with the sandwich on and placed it on her lap, and then returned to pick up his beer and took a sip. He then took one half of the sandwich and began eating it, leaving the other half for her to consume, which she did after Nick had signalled silently for her to take it.

The room was silent. They both had finished their brief snack and had their beverages in their hands. Jess pulled her legs up until she was sitting cross legged underneath the blanket allowing Nick to turn to face her directly, also crossing his legs.

Taking one last sip of his beer, he placed it back onto the levitated tray on the floor and stared back into Jess' beautiful deep blue eyes.

Even though neither of them were talking, it didn't feel awkward. They obviously knew that they were both were just processing what just happened through their heads, to then voice what needed to be done.

After a few moments of thinking to themselves, the constant back and forth battle that they had with themselves, they both looked into the magnetic pull of their eyes and knew that they were both ready to talk.

"Do you want to go first, or shall I?" Jess said, wanting to know if Nick wanted to take the stand. To tell her everything that she felt, back to her.

"Sure, I can go first," he took a deep breath and closed his eyes momentarily as the sentence formed in his head, and then it just rolled of his tongue," Jessica, I really like you. I like you a lot" her breathe hitched a little, Boy did that sound familiar, "I'm glad we did this. I'm not sure if I could take it much longer."

She knew exactly what he meant, but she pushed him on, wanting to be fully sure, "Take what much longer, Nick?"

"This. Us. Not being able to kiss you, to touch your body, to pretend that I didn't have these feelings for you." Nick couldn't keep his eyes from looking deep into her soul, to see if she would reciprocate these exact words he was saying.

Jess' mouth was slightly agape. He was feeling exactly how she was feeling. She had to speak up soon to make sure Nick knew exactly how she felt.

"I understand. When you kissed me the first time, I didn't know what to think. And then after Sam and I had broken up," Nick flinched at the mention of the Doctors name, "I knew that it wasn't just your fault for kissing me. Obviously if I wasn't feeling anything, I would've fought for him. But to be honest Nick, I couldn't get the thought of your mouth on my mouth out of my head!" They both giggled slightly before Jess continued to talk. "I don't know where the hell I think this is going to go, but is it going to go somewhere? Because I don't think I could stand it if we just left it Nick."

Nick shuffled closer to her on the bed. He wanted to show her that yes, of course it was going to go somewhere. He placed his hand on her knee; it was like his hand was always meant to be there.

"I don't think I would either Jess. To know that you're across the hall from me, alone. No, I can't." with those words leaving his mouth, he leant in and was about to press a soft kiss against her lips before he heard the front door open and shut.

Shit.

Schmidt.

Schmidt was home.