Title: Something

Author: WriterGirl89

Rating: PG-13 (R-ish towards the end there)

Fandom: New Girl

POV: Third-Person

Pairing: Jess/Nick

Summary: 'He knew something was there. He just couldn't figure it out till…' Nick wants Jess. Then he proves it.

Disclaimer: Own absolutely nothing (though the idea of rooming with Zooey Deschanel seems like an awesome concept!).

Author's Note: I LOVE THIS SHOW! Is there anything more to say?

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It takes a while before he realizes anything. It takes him a while to realize that certain something.

And when it does, it hits him like a large monster truck. Accompanied by a fluffy cloud, that is.

It's no secret that Jess is attractive. Pretty even.

People know this. And if they don't, they really should. Her physical comeliness combined with her cheerful outlook and playful, sweet demeanor make her irresistible to almost everyone.

He just doesn't realize how irresistible she is to him until it's too late.

He wasn't an idiot. He wasn't a damn fool.

He remembers first meeting her and after the first thought of how bizarre she seemed to be passed his mind, the second is as such: She's hot.

He figures, initially, that it is normal. It's normal to feel this way. Like he said, she's hot and he's been living with two other men for the longest and also because since his split with Caroline, he's been mostly blind to the opposite sex.

Til her.

He's a guy with guy roommates. He's thought about things with her. Schmidt (pig that he is) he knows has thought about it as well (he's also piggishly vocalized it). Then Coach (and later Winston) have thought about it, too. So, he feels no guilt over thinking of Jess in that way because again, he's a guy and she's his only female roommate and he lets it slide.

It'll go away. He thinks. I'm still not over Caroline and she's new and pretty. It'll go away. He promises himself.

And the thing is: It doesn't. Not even remotely.

Even as he gets to know her (at times reluctantly) more and more. Finds that she can be shrill and childishly stubborn and sometimes annoying. It doesn't leave him.

Nevermind that period in time the first couple of weeks she moved in that she spends crying and crying while watching Dirty Dancing.

Point being: It doesn't pass. Doesn't go away.

Ironically, he doesn't acknowledge that there is something there to begin with (and maybe even accept it a little) until Jess is forced to be his pretend girlfriend at that wedding to make his ex jealous.

Even she later admits to him that she went over the top for the farce but, he couldn't seem to help the fact after the whole thing was over, he caught himself thinking what if?

What if Jess had been his actual girlfriend? What if he hadn't gone to the wedding to make Caroline jealous and was just attending with his quirky, funny, and beautiful girlfriend who was the polar opposite of the girls he normally dated? What if?

Then Cece shows up. And during her stay, he just knows that she knows. Has figured it out on her own. Giving him knowing glances and smug smirks when she catches him give Jess a lingering glance.

The guys inevitably find it odd that he's not as intent on jumping on the model as they are (of course, he doesn't mention that he prefers their blue-eyed roommate. Like Hell, he was gonna mention that).

Then it's the day she acts weirder than she normally does (no toilet paper, really?) and later they have a moment.

An actual, honest-to-God moment.

It's not sexy. It's not flirtatious. It's definitely not even romantic. They're brushing their teeth, for fuck's sake!

But, he knows. Knows in the way she eyes him with a blush on her cheeks and a shy smile through a foamy mouth that she knows something.

Finally.

He knows something is there. He just couldn't figure it out till that night.

He's up late, watching TV. Winston and Schmidt are out, doing God-knows-what with God-knows-who (and poor girls, whoever they are). So, he's alone. Well, kinda.

Jess, he knows, is in the bathroom prepping for 'bedtime' as she likes to call it (no, he does not think that's adorable!) and he easily returns the grin she gives him after she walks out of said bathroom to enter the kitchen.

He can't help the way his eyes follow her surprisingly round hips and behind as she walks and wishes, not for the first time, that his brain had a pause button as images of when he saw her naked that one time flashes across his mind vividly.

He wasn't lying when he admitted to seeing everything.

He, himself, goes to the kitchen, intending only to follow her lead to the refrigerater to grab something after she finshed rumidging through it.

It doesn't quite happen that way.

He's closer than normal to begin with as she bends into the frig and finds that he is even closer when she stands and turns around, mere inches from his face.

And then before he can stop himself, his gaze drops from her beautiful blue eyes to her pink lips.

Just at the same moment she licks them.

Oh, dear God.

"Nick." The inviting mouth moves and his name comes out, making his eyes snap to her own again. Eyes that are now wider and nervously looking at him. But, he also doesn't miss something else in those expressive eyes of hers.

Desire. Attraction.

And in that moment, his decision is made and he barely overthinks it before his mouth closes over hers.

Her lips are as soft as he imagined them to be and the sweet gasp that escapes her is almost as fuckawesome as the taste of her: Mint and her own unique flavor.

Suddenly, he just wants to get her naked and get inside her as quickly as possible.

It escalates quickly and his hands end up gripping her hips tightly as her slender arms encircle around his neck, pushing against him as they kissed passionately, their tongues dancing in a shockingly lustful fashion as he pushes her none too gently against the refrigerater.

"Ohhh..." She sounds out as his kisses move to her swan-like neck and throat, pushing down her shirt on her pale shoulder to get to the skin there, too. "Oh, Nick..."

The last part is said with a blissful sigh that he can't help but, feel smug about.

"Mmm..." He murmurs, lips eagerly finding hers again, swallowing her moan as he palms her breasts.

Then, without thinking, he wouds a hand between them, fingers searching her heat through her sleep pants, pressing firmly as she gasps into their kiss, the sound going straight to his-

"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" Schmidt's smug voice cuts into the air and through the moment like a knife through butter and both he and Jess snap their heads sharply towards the direction of his voice to find him and Winston standing there with amused grins on their faces.

Oh, shit.