Disclaimer: I do not own New Girl or its characters. This is strictly for my own amusement.

Author's Notes: I should probably save this for PBIV which comes up in Jan. 2013, but it just now popped into my head. I should also be writing my 'climatic' ending for ISB, but I've wanted to write about these two for so long, so here it is. This is AU and takes place after 2.01 'Re-Launch.' Cece returns to the bar after everyone has gone and runs into Schmidt. I hope you like it and please read and review. Thanks!:D



Schmidt finally admitted to himself why he had put this stupid party together. He couldn't remember ever feeling so jealous. She's already found someone. Of course, she has you idiot. It's your own fault. You broke up with her, so deal with it. Nonetheless, it still hurt and to make matters worse, she would hook up with a dweeb. What does that say about me?

He shook his head and continued to clean up the mess, but how would he clean up his life? She said they were alike, but that wasn't true, not at all. Can I move on? He had no answer for that question.

"Earth to Schmidt?" It was her.

He was startled by her voice, so intent was he on feeling sorry for himself.

"Hey, I thought you had left." He looked around. "Where's your boyfriend, Robbie?"

Cece looked down at her shoes. "He's not my boyfriend."

"But you said …?" His heart soared; he couldn't help it.

"I know. I wanted to make you jealous." Suddenly serious, she raised her eyes to his face, with a quirk to her lips. "Did it work?"

He wasn't sure how to answer her. He couldn't look at her. "Maybe …"

She grinned, knowing the answer. "Need any help?"

"Sure, there's a broom over there."

He watched her for a moment. "Cece, why are you here?"

"Don't ask questions. Let's just clean up."

She watched him for a moment. She was worried about him. "How are you Schmidt?"

He had to smile. "Back to my old self. You saw me at the party."

"I saw you alright, but …"

"But what?"

"You didn't seem yourself. You seemed … I don't know, different."

"Oh, so now you know me?"

"I thought I did." She shook her head. She truly did not want to get into their breakup. It was painful, but she had to admit how much she had missed him.

"Cece, I've missed you," he admitted, as if he could read her thoughts.

They really were alike. She closed her eyes, but then she felt him directly behind her.

"This won't solve anything," she whispered, but that did not stop her from leaning into him. She dropped the broom.

He smiled but then he turned her around before she could change her mind. "I think it will." And then he kissed her like a staving man. She opened to him freely.

"I … tried … to forget, but … I … can't," she admitted as she kissed his cheek, his throat and his ear.

"I can't either," he said and then he picked her up and carried her to the back room that he had purposely set up just for them, hoping beyond hope that she would come to the party and he could seduce her, and here she was.

Cece saw the bed and then she smiled. "Is that for me?"

"No one else," he answered, staring into her eyes.

"Should I believe you?" She asked, frowning at him.

"Believe this," he whispered and then he was kissing her again. Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him back.

"Oh, God help me, I want to," she murmured between kisses. She pulled back and had to smile. "I want the cheese, Schmidt."

He chuckled at the look on her face. "The Taleggio or the Stilton?"

She smiled. "Both," she replied. He set her down, but then Schmidt's heart nearly stopped, it was pounding so hard, not believing she was actually there. Cece was standing there in all her glorious beauty. He nearly lost it then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, kissing her all the while. He couldn't get undressed fast enough. He nearly fell to the floor trying to get his pants off.

"Slow down, Schmidt, I'm not going anywhere." Cece stared at Schmidt and once he had removed all his clothes, her mouth went completely dry, and she could see how much he wanted her. She felt the same way. She had to have him, as she held up her arms inviting him in.

Schmidt's mouth crashed down on hers. She smells and tastes so good. I won't be to able get enough, and I don't want to. I know if I had a lifetime, I'll never get enough of her.

Cece opened her eyes and drank in the dark form that was above her. She felt lost beneath him. He moved on top of her, touching her, and kissing his way down to her breasts. She arched her back and moaned. It felt so good. "Schmidt."

"You know you like it, don't you?" She tasted like heaven. She was so responsive to his touch. He touched her everywhere he could reach, her beautiful breasts, her arms, her long legs and firm thighs then back to her breasts again. Cece was touching him too. Her hands were in his hair, on his shoulders, down his arms, and his thighs, touching that part of him that was so ready and willing. Schmidt moaned. Cece was touching him. He touched her there, and she nearly flew off the bed.

Schmidt was thinking he didn't want to rush this. He knew she was ready for him, but not quite yet. He kissed his way down her beautiful body. His mouth was on her knee nibbling and licking down her smooth thighs, her long legs and beautiful feet. Her underwear was removed slowly, and then his hot breath was at the juncture of her thighs. Cece closed her eyes, held her breath and waited.

"God you're beautiful," he murmured, then his fingers parted the lovely brown curls, two fingers slipped inside her, her inner muscles immediately clasped and caressed, as if to draw him deeper. Schmidt was rapidly losing control. She was so warm and ready for him, her juices flowing over his hand. Her eyes were half-closed as a warm passion blush swept over her body. "Oh, Schmidt." She was moaning and shaking.

His fingers pusher higher and higher, as Cece' hips lifted off the bed. Then his mouth replaced his fingers, teasing and licking the straining little peak. Cece gasped in delight as he found his mark, and his tongue speared into her. His talented tongue moved feverishly through her folds, finding what he sought. Cece ground herself against his face. Schmidt did not pause or relent, moaning in satisfaction, driving her higher and higher until at last, she screamed and shuddered with rapture.

He couldn't wait any more. He kissed his way up her body, tasting her lovely breasts, her soft throat and then her sweet mouth. He entered her slowly at first. Holding her face in his hands, he kissed her passionately, his tongue thrusting in rhythm with his hips. Cece wrapped her arms and legs around him.

The pleasure was almost too sweet. It had to be her, and after what happened, their breakup, almost being pregnant and then breaking his penis, Cece was the one. Yes, he knew that now.

Suddenly, he could feel the residual contractions from her orgasm rippling along his length, and the sensation evoked an answering tremor in him. He tried to focus on something other than the pleasure that pulsed between his legs, tried to rein in his powerful need to release that his body demanded, but he was too far gone to pull back, and his climax rocketed through him with mind-numbing force.

Then Cece screamed his name and he collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short gasps. After a moment, he rolled to his back taking her with him. He pulled her closer, stroking her hair and arms. Several minutes passed while their breathing returned to normal.

Cece tilted her head and looked at her lover. His eyes were closed beneath the dark fringe of his lashes, his lips swollen from their kisses. The scent of his skin combined with the musky smell of sex wafted to her nostrils. Her senses were filled with him and her heart ached, but she had to wonder what would happen next.

Schmidt slowly opened his eyes and smiled at the amazing woman who held his heart captive. He stroked her hair and kissed her temple.

Cece leaned up on her elbow to look at him. She touched his cheek. "Don't say anything, but I have to go."

"Cece, don't run off. We should talk."

"No, Schmidt, let's not go there. Let's just remember, Ok?"

He frowned, but he knew she was right. They weren't ready to explore what all of this could mean, if anything. "Ok, but let me take you home."

"I have my car." Her heart was beating double time. She turned to him, as she put on her bra and panties. "We'll see each other again."

Standing up and putting on the rest of her clothes then taking a deep breath, she turned to face him again. He looked miserable. "Bye Schmidt."

There was so much he wanted to say but the look her face stopped him. "Bye Cece."

Tears blinded her, but she refused to look back!

The end!?


A/N: *buh* I love them together, but who knows what will happen in S2. *sigh* I hope they at least talk about their break-up. Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment when you get a minute! :D