I think we can all agree that the kiss between Nick and Jess was 'Hot-to-Trot' and that all us Fic lovers picked up our keyboards and wrote the happy ending we all hope for.

Though I do hope for a happy ending I am not expecting one any time soon and so here is my Fic of which I have hoped to include a likely scenario their storyline will take.

I would love to know your comments.

Your views.

Anything.

But mostly, I just hope that you enjoy…

Repercussions

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He had certainly meant it.

He could feel that she had meant it too, for the passion within that single moment was so overwhelming that as they naturally came apart he couldn't stop himself from stealing another two kisses from her, which she gave him freely.

That was all.

He knew that those 12 seconds were all he could have of her tonight, and maybe ever. Sam but a mere few meters away and she cared for him and what they had shared in those 12 seconds, he feared may not have been enough to loosen Sam's grip on her. Did he even want Jess? He hadn't really thought about it, not really, not until they had been shut behind that iron curtain and suddenly he came to realise that he couldn't cheapen the moment between them in such a way as to kiss in amongst an array of drunken chanting. Which in a way almost reflected that of a teenage drunken party, but they deserved more than that. She meant more to him than that.

He had to walk fast and without looking back, knowing that if he dared he would be helpless and return to her for more, but her eyes followed him into the safety of his room; large and filled with shock. Her pupils in particular he noted were wild and dilated, reflecting the arousal he could feel pulsating through him right now.

He heard his door slam behind him and instinctively face-planted onto his bed, but found that his muscles continued to move until he became a kind of twitching mess in amongst the sheets, but unlike hers, his bed was empty. . He had too much coursing his body; hormones, electricity and the continuous flashes of her arms as she wrapped them around his neck and the strength of her kiss.

He couldn't control his mind as it replayed that moment over and over in his mind. She hadn't even hesitated; she had given him as good as he was giving, it was fast and filled with electricity. It caused his heart rate to reach dangerous levels, just the memory of her and of how her lips felt against his and of her soft skin and the coconut aroma of her hair, was all it took.

He aggressively rolled over in his bed and placed his head in his hands, sighing as he did so. What had he done? What was he supposed to do now? The fact that he couldn't escape the memory of it, not even for a second was beginning to scare him. Had it meant more to him than he had intended? Had he released emotions within in he didn't realise he had withheld. Why couldn't he stop thinking about it?

Time seemed to leave him behind in amongst the memory of her lips before eventually, his whole body suddenly seemed to sag under the weight of exhaustion but his head began to feel lighter, floating amongst images of purple frilly bras, red lips and brown curled hair.

Tomorrow was another day and he would deal with the repercussions then, because of course, he could not expect to do something of this nature and return to life as normal, though it was a nice thought? Or was it? Wasn't it just the easiest outcome, but was it the outcome he really wanted?

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Then he was awake; he had heard the door open, his door, or had it been his mind playing cruelly with him. Unsure, though unwilling to confirm, he feigned sleep and listened. He could hear someone breathing and knew that it could be no one but her. She had come to his room. His heart began beating furiously against his chest, but he found that he couldn't move, paralysed by the fear of why she was here.

He found that he was holding his breath in a desperate attempt to hear her every move and to follow any steps she may take towards him, but he heard nothing, she was simply standing at his doorway.

Part of him wanted to confront her, but the fear that she was igniting within him was so real that it appeared to freeze him. He couldn't understand what had processed her to enter his room, was Sam still in the apartment? Was she looking for answers? He knew that was something he couldn't give her, but if she was looking for more of what they had shared earlier, that was something he could do.

His thoughts broken with the sound of his door closing and there was nothing but silence. She was gone.

He rolled onto his back and began hitting his forehead with his clenched fist, whilst silently screaming over and over "Why did I kiss her. Why? Why? Why…

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He had known from the moment the kiss had ended that it had the ability to result in serious repercussions, but never had he imagined that he would go without speaking to her for as long as he had; four days and not one word. He'd barely seen her, and it was all down to him for he seldom left his room before hearing her walk out the front door, whether it be her leaving for work or to meet Sam or Cece and in addition to that he was working, what he feared to be illegally long shifts at the bar in the hope that she would be asleep upon his return.

It had been working.

He had not had to deal with the awkwardness of the situation.

He hadn't seen her.

He had however had to deal with the continuous assault of the memory of those 12 seconds. That's all it was and yet, it had been all he could think about since it had happened.

He found himself replaying it once again as he entered the apartment in the early hours of the morning following yet another long shift; the feeling of her arms as they wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling his lips down upon hers that little bit harder, giving the kiss a kind of passionate roughness.

He felt exhausted to the point of losing the ability to focus his gaze and so it was no surprise that as he entered his room, ready to collapse onto his mattress, that he didn't see her sitting within the chair at the corner of the room. It was only after she spoke as he shrugged off his jacket that he came to realise that she had been waiting for him to return; not unlike that of the mafia awaiting the return of their next victim.

"I miss you"

He hadn't received a shock like that in years; he had never expected to see her sitting within his dimly lit room, especially not after everything that had happened, was still continuing to happen between them.

"Christ Jess! You scared the –" he then realised what she had said, the first words she had spoken to him in four days, the first words following their moment. She missed him "I still live here Jess"

"But you're not here are you? It's been four days and I've barely seen you"

"I've been busy" that wasn't an answer, he knew that much, but it was what his mind was willing to give having been thoroughly unprepared for the upcoming onslaught of questions.

The bluntness of his lie did not seem to go down well with Jess "Your bar closes at eleven Nick, the only reason you are getting home this last is because you want to" her voice containing a kind of sharp edge that he had never heard before; was she angry with him?

He felt his body tense, he was finally here; the moment he had been avoiding and he was more exhausted than he had ever felt in his life, he could barely think straight. He stretched his eyes wide in an attempt to focus his vision and for the first time in four days looked her in the eye and within them he could see the anger that edged her usually melodic voice.

"Why are you angry with me?" a spark of fear shot its way through his core, in all of his worrying over how awkward it would be for him, along the way, he had forgotten how she must have been feeling. He swallowed bitterly, hurting her had been the last thing he had ever wanted to do, but as he looked into her eyes he feared that it was already too late.

"I needed you Nick and you weren't there" she broke the eye contact, obviously finding it difficult to talk about what it was that was upsetting her, or was it just that she found it hard talking to him?

"Why, what happened?" he suddenly felt the urge to close the gap between them and provide the comfort she had obviously been lacking, but he couldn't, his feet seemed to have cemented themselves to the ground. Guilt infected his entire body and he suddenly felt the need to explain that that he had only been acting this way because he had allowed himself to get caught up in his own mind, but that it didn't mean that he didn't care for her greatly and that he wouldn't have come running if she had called for him. Yet he stood there quietly and waited.

She turned back to him with a kind of coldness he had never seen in her before "I broke up with Sam, which you would have known about had you not been avoiding me these past few days"

With the news of her new-found relationship status he couldn't repress the feeling of happiness that ignited within him; she had broken up with Sam, the tall, brilliant, good-looking doctor. His mind instinctively making connections; was this a coincidence that she ended her relationship so soon following their kiss? Were the two actions correlated in some way? He repressed a smile, but upon seeing the sadness that rested within those large, blue eyes of hers he was filled with a very different array of emotions.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you Jess" and he was, he really was. First and foremost he was her friend and this fact should override everything else going on between them, but this wasn't the case, because he had made it so. He had pushed her away for fear of this very situation and yet now he was here, his only wish was that he had gotten here sooner.

"Why did you kiss me?"

There we have it, thank you for reading and I really hope that you enjoyed it… There is more to come within the next couple of days I hope. Please let me know what you think, I'd love to know.