A/N: So this is the follow up story to my oneshot 'Figuring It All Out' set immediately following the S2 finale. You don't necessarily have to have read that to follow this story, there might be one or two references but nothing major. But if you haven't read it and do wanna check it out well that would be lovely.

This is basically the story of the summer as Jess and Nick try to adjust to being together, it's mainly going to be romance and humour with a few angsty moments here and there because I really just can't help myself. Hopefully it will be something fun to fill up the summer before S3 and all the real Nick/Jess loving begins!

It's kinda a long first chapter I know but I hope you guys enjoy.

As always feedback is appreciated and most definitely encouraged!

Jess cried Nick's name loudly, her fingers clutched tightly in his messed up hair, his face buried in her bare chest as she reached her mind shattering climax for the third time that morning. She sat upright, her body wrapped perfectly around Nick's and trembling in his arms as she slowly came down from her exhilarating high.

Her hands loosened their grip on his hair and fell gently around his neck as Nick moved his lips upwards, placing light kisses against her sweat soaked skin until he reached her mouth. Jess let out a low moan against his mouth as she slowly and achingly raised her body upwards, separating herself and collapsed satisfied beside him.

Jess had never been that crazy about sex on top, she had always felt too self-conscious and unsure of what to do with herself but with Nick none of that seemed to matter. On top, on the bottom, on her side, from behind, on the bed, against the wall, on his desk Jess had just let go and revel in the amazing ecstasy she felt every time with Nick.

And it had been an amazing; it had been five days since CeCe's almost wedding, five days of blissful pleasure and happiness. Despite the few necessary interruptions such as the need for food and Nick's shifts at the bar they had spent the majority of the past five days and nights locked away in Nick's bedroom, wrapped up in one another.

Jess rested her arm across her forehead and exhaled deeply before rolling onto her side to face Nick, now resting against the wall.

"Well that was some wakeup call Miller." She said with a grin. "If I was wearing a hat…or any clothes for that matter I'd tip them to you and your associate."

"My associate?" Nick asked.

Jess gestured to Nick's crotch hidden beneath his sleeping bag bed covers and nodded her head in deference. "Fine work sir."

Nick made a horrified turtle face, "Jess please don't talk to my penis like it's a separate person."

Jess smiled up at him, "Hey I'm just given credit where credits due Nick, he…" she said nodding down again. "Did put in some serious work this morning. Good job buddy!"

Nick shook his head at her typical oddness and lent down to kiss her, "You beautiful weirdo." He said before swinging his legs out of the bed and slipping on his sleep pants and t-shirt from the night before. "I'm gunna go grab some coffee."

Nick didn't offer to get Jess anything and she didn't ask either, they both knew Nick would return with coffee for him, tea for her and whatever breakfast he could rustle up in the time it took the kettle to boil, just as he had done the previous four mornings.

The first morning Nick had made a special trip to Jess's favourite bakery and whilst she had appreciated the yummy pastries and sweet thought she hadn't liked the length of time Nick had been gone.

So the second morning they had settled on cereal as it took minimal time and effort to prepare. They had repeated this move on morning three but yesterday things had got increasingly desperate.

No one in the loft had been to the grocery store in over a week. Schmidt was still in the self-imposed exile of his room, Winston spent most days locked in his own room crying over Daisy who still hadn't called and Nick and Jess had been otherwise engaged.

Therefore morning number four had been a makeshift and rather unhealthy breakfast of two pop tarts and half a bag of potato chips, eaten of course in Nick's bed as all the previous mornings.

Jess watched as Nick closed the door and heard the sound of voices on the other side, the high pitched and irritated tone instantly told her Schmidt was awake and out of his temple of contemplation. Jess heard the voices gradually get louder and increasingly snappy in tone but she didn't worry, after two years of living here Jess was used to Nick and Schmidt's grumpy old married couple routine.

Jess let out a small giggle as she listened, stretching her arms up above her head emitting a satisfied groan. Her body was exhausted and a little sore but in the best way possible.

Jess felt the cold zipper of Nick's sleeping bag covers scratch at her exposed skin and frowned, he really did need to change his sheets. Jess couldn't really blame him though; they hadn't had much time to spare since the wedding to worry about things such as laundry.

Jess pushed her body up and against the wall; not bothering with a pillow as she knew it would provide little comfort between her skin and the hard surface. Jess added new pillows to her mental list. And maybe a new mattress as well she thought as she shifted uncomfortably where she sat. God knows how long Nick had had this one, it was so lumpy, uneven and the springs had a tendency to poke you at unexpected (and as Jess had discovered over the past few nights) and extremely inappropriate movements.

Jess couldn't deny the little sleep she had managed to get over the past few nights had been sound but that was more a result of satisfied exhaustion than the comfort of Nick Miller's mattress.

Jess thought of her own soft and comfortable bed standing lonely and neglected across the hall, with its regularly laundered sheets and sea of cosy pillows. A frown formed on her face as she realised she hadn't slept a single night in her blissful bed in well over a week.

That first night Nick had literally swept her off her feet in the elevator he had naturally brought her to his own room. She had spent the night before the wedding on the roof making up for Winston's forgotten birthday. Following the 'un-calling it' after the wedding Jess realised they had spent every night since then in his room, in his crappy lumpy un-made with no real sheets bed. Jess didn't know why it bothered her but it did.

Jess slowly surveyed the room around her, her face falling into a slightly revolted expression. She looked across at the desk, scattered with empty glasses, plates and the various takeout boxes they had accumulated over the past few nights. Jess knew this mess was partly down to her but she was only a guest in Nick Miller's room for a few nights and the build-up of trash greatly exceeded her time here.

Her eyes travelled to the mountainous pi le of dirty laundry and caught sight of a black sweater scrunched at the bottom she liked on Nick so much. She tried to remember the last time she had seen him in it, it had been around New Year…six months ago. Jess shook her head; he really needed to do his damn laundry.

Slowly Jess took in the rest of the room; the scattered old newspapers and magazines, the ever growing collection of empty beer bottles by the door, the closet which had more clothes crumpled on the floor than the hangers and the forever unorganised CD tower which just infuriated Jess.

She looked at the posters on the wall, the empty beer crates he stole from the bar to use as storage boxes and the 'bookcase' he had built last year from some planks of wood and breeze blocks he found lying on the street. Jess sighed; though it looked more like the room of a college kid than a guy in his thirties she could not deny it was the epitome of Nick, half lazy man-child, half cheap old geezer.

As Jess shifted uncomfortably again on the painful springs digging at her she decided enough was enough. Nick didn't get to make all the rules and as much as she had enjoyed the past few nights in his pit of a room she felt it was time for a change of scenery.

However Jess felt her sudden determination (as well as every other thought in her mind) vanish as Nick returned. He was carrying the usual tray with his coffee, her tea, a plate of pancakes with syrup and an empty beer bottle with a small yellow flower poking out of the top.

Jess smiled brightly at the sight, every morning he brought her a flower. Nick wasn't even really aware he was doing it anymore after five consecutive mornings it had just become a part of their routine.

Nick set the tray down gently and sat opposite Jess on the bed. Jess grinned eagerly at the stack of pancakes before her, they smelt amazing. Her smiled widened as she noted one plate and two forks, she liked it best when they shared.

"Well this is certainly a step up from yesterday." She said picking up a fork.

Nick's face immediately scrunched into his turtle expression. "What, you mean you didn't love the culinary delight that was stale pop tarts and chips? That's an old Miller Family recipe I'll have you know Jessica!"

Jess took a small bite and laughed lightly "Sorry Nick but you know I'm a sucker for pancakes." She let out a small moan. "Mmmm so good."

Nick felt his chest tighten at Jess's low moan, he had to steady himself. "Well I can't take credit for the pancakes, Schmidt made them."

Jess nodded having assumed as much. "So he's finally decided to re-join civilization then?"

"Yup." Nick said taking a bite, damn they were good. "He's up, he's actually wearing pants and he's cooking again hence the actually edible breakfast this morning."

Jess eyes suddenly widened and she grabbed Nick's arm. "Does that mean he made his decision between CeCe and Elizabeth?"

Nick shrugged and took another bite. "I dunno, I didn't ask."

Jess gave him a shocked look, "How could you not ask?"

"Easy Jess; I don't care." Nick said matter-of-factly as he scooped himself up a large chunk of pancake onto his fork.

Jess rolled her eyes, "Nick!" she said scolding him for his lack of interest in such a potentially pivotal event in their friendship group.

Jess playfully slapped his arm causing the pancake to fall from his form and disappear into the tangled mess of his bed covers. Jess watched as Nick simply piled another portion onto his fork completely ignoring the fallen food which was currently M.I.A in his bed. Jess wondered how long it would take for the lost pancake piece to be discovered, thinking back to the first morning she had woken up in Nick's bed and discovered an old pretzel beneath her back.

Jess scrunched up her face and placed her fork down on the tray, "Eurgh Nick really?"

"What?" Nick asked his words muffled by the food in his mouth.

"Didn't you just see the huge chunk of pancake you dropped?" She asked nodded down to the bed.

Nick just shrugged and took a sip of his coffee.

Jess rolled her eyes again, "Are you even going to pick it up or are you saving that for later as well?"

Now Nick rolled his eyes at her, he didn't understand the last reference and it was too early in the morning for him to be interested to ask.

He lent forward and searched the covers, "Fine, fine but I'll think you'll find I didn't drop anything, you knocked it violently from my hand…aha!" he said as he located the piece of discarded food and popped it immediately in his mouth. "Happy now?"

Jess made a gagging noise and shook her head furiously, "You're an animal."

Nick just winked at her in response.

"Hey Nick…can I ask you something?" Jess asked as she sipped her tea.

"I'm pretty sure you just did Jess." Nick replied.

"Oh haha." Jess pulled a serious face but Nick only grinned. "Why haven't we spent a night in my room yet?"

Nick's grin fell and morphed into a confused expression. "I dunno…I guess I never really thought about it." He said honestly.

"Well we haven't. So far all the…bedtime business has been in here." Jess said indicating around them. "I think this room has been well and truly christened Nick and its time to move this pants party across the hall."

Nick shook his head at her words 'bedtime business' and 'pants party', who the hell in their thirties just couldn't say the word sex.

"Whatever Jess I'm good. Your room, my room wherever I don't care." He said and he meant it, he'd have sex with her anywhere.

Jess nodded. "Good."

"But for the record we only end up in here because you can't control yourself Jessica." Nick teased.

Jess scowled and opened her mouth to argue but she knew he was right.

She thought back over the past few nights when Nick returned to the loft from his late shifts at the bar. Winston had been at work and Schmidt was still room-bound so Jess would wait up for him alone. She would try her best to play it cool, act like she wasn't checking the clock every five minutes but every time she heard the sound of his keys turn in the lock something inside her snapped.

The door would open; she would jump up and be in his arms instantly, locked in a tangle of kisses and hands tearing at clothes as she pushed him towards his room.

Dammit she thought.

Jess gave a small shake of her head, "Well not tonight buddy, tonight the…busting's going down on Jessie's turf."

Nick sniggered, "Wow this is so spontaneous Jess, really. Maybe we should synchronise our watches." He teased sitting up gesturing with his arm and invisible watch. "Intercourse at 2300 hours."

Jess slapped him on the arm again, a little harder but still playful. "Watch it Miller or you'll be synchronising yourself tonight." She said getting out of the bed.

Nick scrunched his face and laughed, "That doesn't even make any sense Jessica!"

An hour later Nick sat in the living room watching the highlights of the Cubs game he hadn't really been able to focus on the other night due to Jess's never ending questions about the rules of baseball.

Schmidt was still in the kitchen, now cleaning up from breakfast. Nick didn't even offer to help; he'd be of little use anyway and cleaning was like therapy for Schmidt.

"I'd better get going." Jess said brightly as she appeared from her room in a pale pink dress and cardigan, her hair tied up in a loose ponytail.

Jess flashed Nick a quick smile as she whizzed past him on the couch towards the kitchen.

Nick didn't look over his shoulder but from the sounds of irritated scoffs and banging of cupboard doors behind him told him an argument was on its way.

"Schmidt!" Jess barked with a small stomp of her feet. "Can you just move for five seconds?"

"No Jess I cannot." Schmidt said as he lined up his numerous bottles of cleaning products and sponges out on the counter. "I am currently only 43% through an intensive deep clean of this kitchen as apparently my so called roommates took my personal crisis as an excuse to live like animals! So no I do not have 5 seconds to spare for whatever foolhardy shenanigans you have in mind."

"I don't have any shenanigans in mind Schmidt! I just want to get my cupcakes and get out of here." Jess answered. "Then you can go as deep as you like."

Nick choked at her words knowing Jess didn't mean them as they came out but he couldn't resist a quick glance over his shoulder.

"Keep it in your pants Nick." Schmidt said holding his hands up to Nick who muttered jar in response and returned his attention to the TV. Schmidt looked to Jess, "Now what did you want?"

"My cupcakes!" she yelled.

"What cupcakes?" Schmidt asked as he got even more bottles of detergent and cleaning spray out.

"The thank-you cupcakes for my writing class to say goodbye." Jess said through increasingly gritted teeth. "The ones I spent four hours yesterday baking!"

Schmidt stood there for a moment, his hands clad in yellow rubber clothes lightly tapping at his chin as he thought. "Ohhhh you mean the pink and yellow ones decorated with tiny books?"

Nick rolled his eyes; only Jess would go to such trouble for a bunch of no hope wanna be writers.

He looked over his shoulder again "Jess why did you make the writing weirdo's cupcakes? You're the one whose leaving shouldn't they be getting you a cake?"

"Because it's a nice thing to do Nick, I want to thank them for all their amazing stories this year!" she said but Nick just scoffed. "And they are not weirdoes!"

Nick shrugged but didn't push it any further, he could sense the anger rising in her and decided it was better she take it out on Schmidt. Nick was pleased she would be back teaching little kids again next year and he would no longer have to worry about weirdoes like Edgar. Nick turned his attention back to the TV as the sniping resumed in the kitchen.

"So where are they Schmidt?" Jess asked again.

"What?" Schmidt asked as he scrubbed the metal counter.

"My cup-freaking-cakes you OCD moron!" Jess snapped snatching the sponge from his hands.

"Oh those. I threw them in the trash." He answered simply.

"You did what?" Jess roared. "Why? Why would you do that?"

Schmidt shrugged, "I did you a favour."

"But they were for my class Schmidt!" she yelled.

"They had been compromised having been made in this culinary cesspit." Schmidt snarled as he sprayed the counter with an eye watering liquid that burnt Jess eyes. Schmidt didn't even flinch. "Trust me Jess you'd have been better given them urinal cakes."

"Argh…Schmidt! I…you…" she yelled back as she stomped between the kitchen and the couch. "Nick!"

Schmidt rolled his eyes at her, "Oh don't think you can call on Nick just because you've finally allowed him into your lady garden and he'll automatically side with you on loft issues."

"Eww." Jess said as Nick simultaneously growled "Jar."

Nick looked to Schmidt, "Why do you have to be such a tool and throw her cakes out?"

Schmidt glared at him, "I already told you they weren't fit for human consumption!"

"They were fine." Jess said. "Nick ate one."

"Oh please Nick would eat a deep fried cockroach if your flapped your…"

"Jar!" Nick yelled.

"I was going to say eyelashes Nicholas." Schmidt said tutting at him. "What a filthy mind you have."

Nick didn't answer, Jess stomped her foot again. "What am I going to do?"

"Not my problem." Schmidt said simply.

Jess let out an annoyed grunt and turned to face Nick directly, he was about to offer a similar response when he suddenly realised that wasn't true anymore. Jess was no longer asking for his help or opinion just as her roommate, now she was asking because he was her…well they still hadn't figured that part out yet. Nick realised his input mattered in an entirely new way and he suddenly felt a huge amount of pressure to get his answer right.

"Err well…you could…there must be another way you can say thanks Jess." Nick mumbled. "Like stand up in the front of the class and say 'thanks for all the crap stories about vampires and kinky sex losers.'"

But Jess wasn't listening to him; she just stood there biting her lip and thinking. "I could take my guitar and sing the thank-you song I wrote for my high school graduation."

Nick made a sceptical face, Jess songs had not exactly gone down that well with her students in the past.

"I err…well…" he said, trying to figure out how to say this without hurting her feelings and getting himself into trouble. "You could give them gum, everybody loves gum."

Nick knew it was a stupid answer but it just came out. This was all new territory for them, usually Nick would just make some sarcastic comment or try to piss her off on purpose but now things were different.

Jess glared at him. "You suck Miller."

Schmidt sniggered as he continued cleaning in the kitchen and Jess rounded on him.

"And as for you…" she said pointing her finger sharply at him. "I hope you enjoy deep cleaning that counter because Nick and I had sex on it!"

Schmidt shrieked loudly and dropped his sponge and spray bottle immediately as he backed away from the counter like it was on fire. "I…you…filthy…" he stammered. "Animals!"

"Fool." She muttered as she turned away from a shell shocked Schmidt and gave Nick a quick wink before she skipped out the door.

She didn't kiss him goodbye and it didn't bother Nick, they hadn't talked about it or anything but neither of them were really into big public displays of affection.

Nick got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen where Schmidt was standing still opened mouth looking at the counter in absolute horror.

"You ok Schmidty?" he asked cheerily as he re-filled his cup of coffee.

"Nicholas please tell me your she-devil bed pal was joking and you two have not rubbed your pleasure parts all over my counter?" Schmidt asked. "Because I don't think there is enough bleach in the world to…"

As much as Nick was enjoying Schmidt squirm he gave in.

"Relax Schmidt Jess was just messing with ya." He said putting the coffee pot back. Schmidt visibly relaxed at his words. "And how is this your counter? The kitchen is a communal area remember?"

Schmidt glared at him. "You're right Nick; it is communal, as in shared by all for food preparation and consumption, not another spot for you and Jess to make awkward sweaty hairy-chested love."

"Eurgh Schmidt, really? Jar." Nick said making a disgusted face.

"Just keep your amorous activities in your bedroom please." Schmidt warned. "For the sake of our once happy home."

"Fine, fine we will." Nick said. "I mean we have, except for tonight we'll be in Jess room."

"Hmm really?" Schmidt asked.

"Relax Schmidt the counter will be safe."

Schmidt eyed him, "So, whose idea was it?"

"What?" Nick asked.

"To move your night time gymnastics to Jess room?"

"Jar." Nick said taking a sip of his coffee.

"Jess I presume?" Schmidt asked.

Nick nodded in response.

"Interesting." Schmidt said a reflective look on his face.

"What the hell are you talking about Schmidt?" Nick asked.

Schmidt looked at him in disbelief. "I couldn't help but notice that so far all the sex-having and ergo sleeping has occurred in your room, correct?"

Nick rolled his eyes, he felt like he was in the midst of a mystery plot that Schmidt was desperate to reveal. "Yeah, so what?"

Schmidt laughed, "Oh Nicholas my dear boy, you really do know nothing about women do you?"

Nick scowled at him, he resented Schmidt's words Nick had been having amazing hot sex with his beautiful roommate for almost a week, he was doing ok. But then Nick thought that Schmidt actually had two women fighting over him. Then there was the mind boggling face that Schmidt had ever got CeCe to sleep with him in the first place.

"What are you saying?" Nick asked.

"Whomever holds the bed holds the power." Schmidt said in a low soft tone like he was imparting some ancient wisdom.

Nick stared at him. "That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard."

"Is it? Think about it Nick, you and Jess have been doing this for what…four days?"

"Five." Nick corrected him instantly.

Schmidt grinned, "How sweet, you've been counting. I bet you lay there watching her sleep too."

Nick punched him hard on the arm. "Shut up."

"Ow! Ok, ok…just a joke, although I've clearly touched a nerve." Schmidt said rubbing his arm. "Anyways for normal people who have been dating for five days it's all great and fun and hot sex but they get to go back to their own apartments."

Nick didn't say anything.

"But you and Jess can't do that cause you two geniuses thought it would be a great idea to bone the person across the hall." Schmidt snapped.

"Jar."

Schmidt ignored him, "You live together. You see each other every single day whether you want to or not. All you guys have is the little scrap of control and sanctuary of your bedrooms."

Nick listened to his words and as much as it pained him to admit it what Schmidt said wasn't completely wrong.

"Think about it Nick, so far it's been on your terms, your room but as soon as you step into that popery candle-filled cushion den that'll be gone." Schmidt said. "You'll never leave, she'll win."

"I dunno Schmidt…are you saying we can't even spend one night in her room?"

Schmidt shook his head, "No you can spend one night there but not the next. You need to mix it up, keep her on her toes.

Nick groaned, "You're insane."

"Why do you think all the most dangerous and territorial animals are females." Schmidt said seriously. "Look at Black Widow spiders."

"What?" Nick asked.

"Once they get you in your web they don't let you go." Schmidt warned. "Then they kill you."

"Jess is not a spider Schmidt!" Nick yelled.

"You mark my words Nick, you spend more than one night in a row in that room and you'll be Jessica Days bitch-boy."

Nick returned a lot later than normal that night, tired and weary it had been a stressful night at the bar thanks to a bachelor party and especially rowdy group of frat guys. Both groups had got ridiculously drunk and of course it ended in a massive brawl between the two. Chairs hand been broken, glasses and bottles smashed and Nick had ended up with a nasty cut in his hand.

It was after 3am when he turned his key in the lock but Jess was waiting up for him just as he knew (and hoped) she would. She was lying in the soft corner of the couch, legs stretched out in what she called "his spot", reading a book.

Jess face broke into the biggest smile as he came in, she immediately removed her glasses, tossing them down on the coffee table along with her book. Wearing her short light pink robe she knew Nick couldn't resist she ran to him, her face a mixture of lust and excitement but her face fell serious as she noted his bandaged hand.

Gently she took his injured hand in hers. "You're hurt."

"It's nothing." He mumbled, not concerned about his hand in the slightest, all he could think about right now was getting her out of the damn pink robe. "Just some jackasses fighting at the bar, smashed some bottles and I got glass in my hand."

Jess eyes went wide in worry, "You sure? Maybe we should go to the hospital just in…"

Nick shook his head and pulled her to him close, his good hand digging slightly at her waist. "Jess I'm fine, really, Big Bob took good care of me."

"Ok." Jess said but wasn't totally convinced. She kept looking at his bandage hand in hers.

Nick's chest ached at her immense concern for him over something so small. He took his injured hand from hers and cupped her face.

"I'm fine." He said.

He kissed her softly first but quickly the kiss turned hard and passionate. Jess hands gripped at his side as she stood on her tiptoes, meeting him kiss for kiss.

Jess let out a small moan and broke her lips from his. "Take me to bed Miller."

Once inside her bedroom all soft concerns and gentle touches were forgotten. Jess practically tore Nick's jacket and shirt off his body as their mouths warred against one another. Her hands roamed between their bodies and tugged roughly at his belt and zipper.

She broke her lips from Nick's and pushed him down on the bed. Nick noticed how soft it felt as he fell against it. Nick lent up on his elbows and surveyed the room around him; it was bathed in a soft warm glow.

"You lit candles?" he asked as Jess clambered onto his lap, kissing his neck.

Jess pulled back for a second, "Yeah…so?"

"Nothing…" he said struggling to think as Jess returned her lips to his neck but he could still hear Schmidt's smug voice in the back of his head.

Nick sniffed. "What's that smell?" he asked through slightly ragged breath.

"They're scented candles." Jess murmured against his ear.

"Oh…" he said as Jess raked her hands through his hand. Nick shot a glance over his shoulder at the candles that adorned Jess's bedside table and the mass of scatter cushions on the bed, they looked so soft. "…it's nice."

Jess pulled back again, she could feel his distraction. "What's wrong Nick?"

Nick felt her wriggle from his grasp and stand up. Nick turned his attention back to her, his mouth fell open and eyes went wide immediately; Jess had removed her flimsy pink robe and was now standing completely naked in front of him.

All thoughts of candles, of bedrooms and most definitely of Schmidt were gone in an instant.

"Absolutely nothing." He growled as he grabbed her and pulled her down to him.

Nick awoke slowly as the warm morning sun beamed through Jess huge bedroom windows but he didn't want to open his eyes yet, he just had the best night sleep for as long as he could remember.

Nick revelled in the soft warm comforting feel of Jess sheets on his skin, his body pressed back against a mattress that felt like it was stuffed with angel feathers and not metal forks. His head actually rested on something that could be identified as a pillow and even matched the one beside it.

This was heaven he thought. Schmidt had no idea what he was talking about, if this is what it meant to be to be Jess Day's bitch then Nick was all in for that as well.

Nick turned his head as Jess's bedroom door pushed open and sat up as she walked in, thankfully now wearing pyjamas under that pink robe.

"Breakfast." Jess said cheerily lightly raising the tray she was carrying in her hands. "I thought it was about time I returned the favour and seeing as we're in my room…"

Nick rolled his eyes as Jess set the tray next to him and then climbed up onto the bed, tucking her feet beneath her.

"Is that how it works then? Whoevers room it is makes breakfast?" Nick asked.

Jess gave a small shrug. Another bonus to spending more nights in Jess's room Nick thought. Schmidt really was an idiot.

Nick looked at the tray before him, there was coffee for him and tea for her as always but also orange juice and then a plate full of eggs, crispy bacon, sausages, hash browns and then another of French toast.

"Whoah Jess."

"Too much?" She asked.

"Well it certainly beats pop tarts and chips." He said with a laugh that trailed off as he noticed something else on the tray, an empty beer bottle with a small yellow flower sticking out the top.

"You brought me a flower." He said lowly.

"Yeah…so?" she asked picking up a piece of bacon. "You brought me one every day."

Nick frowned. "That's different Jess."

"Why?" She asked taking a bite.

"I'm a guy, you're a girl." He replied simply.

"Wow I still can't believe you didn't finish Law school with keen observation skills like that Miller." Jess teased but Nick was still scowling. "Ok jeez, we'll lose the flower."

She picked it up and tucked it behind her ear. "Better?"

Nick grinned up at her, loving how she had mirrored his own actions from a few days ago without knowing it.

"Much." He said.

Jess rolled her eyes. "Eat your breakfast you clown."

Nick smiled and scooped some eggs onto his fork.

"So how'd ya sleep?" Jess asked sipping her tea.

Nick let out a soft moan, half due to the amazing eggs he was eating and half due to the spectacular sleep he'd had. "Uh amazing I…I mean fine, I slept fine." He said suddenly not wanting to seem too comfortable.

Jess raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "See, it's not so terrible on this side of the hall. We have matching pillows and everything."

Now Nick rolled his eyes at her teasing, he picked up a rasher of bacon. "Yes it's very fancy. Like I said Jess I don't care, a bed's a bed." He mumbled.

"Fine, then we can sleep here tonight as well." She said the tone in her voice was more of a challenge than a statement.

Nick eyed her for a moment. "Sure, your room, my room whatever. We should just mix it up, wouldn't wanna get stuck in one place too long…too comfortable."

Jess was sipping her tea as he spoke, her eyes narrowed at his words. Nick could hear what a total idiot he sounded, he sounded like Schmidt.

Jess lowered her cup. "Are you saying you wanna spent tonight in your room?"

"If that's what you want." He said not meeting her eyes.

"Nick why are you being weird?" she asked.

Nick felt panic creeping up his body, torn between Schmidt's stupid but somehow completely plausible theory and the soft comforting feel of Jess's bed.

"You're rooms too nice Jess. With the soft sheets and nice smells and freaking never ending pillows, it's like a hotel! No one should sleep so good, it's not natural." He snapped, playing with the food on the plate.

Jess stared at him in confusion. "So you're saying you don't wanna sleep in here because it's too nice?"

Nick nodded and grimaced as he heard how ridiculous it sounded.

"You're an idiot." She snapped.

Nick sighed, "No Jess look it's not that. Its…we live together ok, so our rooms are like…special spaces and if you have the bed then the rules are…you see…it's about control…"

"Control?" Jess asked angrily.

"No, no I didn't mean that." Nick said increasingly flustered. "I'm not explaining it very well."

"No you're not."

"See you're the spider and…" he said.

"What?" she asked horrified.

"No I…you…" he had no comeback from that. He'd made a real mess of this. "And I…I'd be…I'm your bitch."

Jess frowned and stared at him for a moment, processing the nonsense he had just said.

She took a deep breath. "Ok let me get this straight, if you spend too many nights in my room and get all comfy and happy that means I'm in control, make all the rules and you're my bitch?"

Nick nodded but didn't say anything. He felt like a total moron.

"That's the dumbest thing I ever heard." Jess said.

"It made more sense when Schmidt said it." Nick mumbled instantly regretting it.

Jess rolled her eyes. "Of course Schmidt. Well here's an idea Nick tonight why don't you sleep in Schmidt's bed."

"Jess I…don't be mad." He said.

Jess shook her head, "I'm not mad Nick. If you wanna turn down a night of piping hot sex, a comfy and clean bed and actual edible breakfast in the morning just to make sure you're not my bitch then I think that's an excellent idea."

Nick scowled at her; she was goading him, trying to make him cave. He knew he had been and idiot but something inside him rose up, not wanting him to give in to her.

"Fine." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. "But I'm not the only one missing out on the piping hot sex Jessica." He said with a dark look, grinning as she inhaled sharply at the sound of her full name. "After all you're the one who sits up waiting up for me every night."

"Well not tonight." She said firmly.

The atmosphere had changed between them; it was no longer about the silly topic of sleeping beds but had quickly escalated to the more heated issue of who wanted who more.

Nick grinned. "We'll see Jessica."

"Yes Nicholas you will. I'm sure I can go one night without it." But even as she said the words she doubted her own conviction.

Nick sensed her shaky resolve and lent in closer to her.

"I'll try not to say I told you so later." he said with a confident grin.

It was 2.57am and Jess was still wide awake lying in the dark looking up at the ceiling.

Nick had come home an hour ago and just as Jess promised she had not waited up for him.

Jess had remained silent in her darkened room and listening to his shuffling movements outside. She listened carefully as he got himself a beer, her heart caught in her throat when he stopped outside her bedroom door and gargled none too quietly.

Jess closed her eyes tightly at the sound as images of Nick's gargling face burned in her mind. She hated that it was such a turn on and that he knew it, sneaky bastard she thought.

But she stayed strong, she fought every pulse of desire in her body that wanted to fling the door open, jump on him and push him into his pigsty of a room, takeout boxes and dirty laundry be damned. Jess had clung to her covers; worried she might rip them in two as she listened to Nick disappear back into his room.

She listened for a little while longer but heard no further sounds or movements and assumed he had fallen asleep.

This made her even madder, not only had he not caved but he didn't seem to be nearly as affect by their first night of separation as she was.

Here she was twitching and turning frantically, she was practically jonesing for him like an addict. Then a terrifying thought entered her mind, was she addicted to Nick? No, that was too much. But it was taking all her willpower not to run to him right now and beg him to cover his body with hers.

It wasn't just the sex; it was the feel of being close to him, falling asleep with him, waking up with him. Son of a bitch she thought, only one week and he had already ruined her. It physically pained her to be apart from him.

Jess could take no more, he'd won and she'd lost. She would have to find a way to deal with his smugness tomorrow but right now she just needed him.

She tossed the covers off and swung her feet onto the floor ready to surrender when she heard the tiniest sound of a door creak open and the hallway fill with light under her doorway.

With a gasp Jess climbed back under the covers and closed her eyes tightly. Her heart thundered in her chest as she heard her own bedroom door slowly open, she felt the bright light of the hall flood her bedroom but she kept her eyes closed and listened to the familiar shuffle of feet cross her bedroom floor.

Jess shifted her body slightly so she was resting on her side facing away from him as he slid into the bed beside her.

She felt Nick's arm wrap around her waist and seek out her hand beneath the covers. She linked her hands in his without silently, unable to stop the victorious smile appearing on her face.

"Not a word Day." He whispered into her hair, pulling her body back close to his.

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