After last night's episode I just couldn't resist. It was perfect. Ahhh, I think I love them even more now. If that's even possible. I'm still on a high and I'm probably gonna break the replay button while I'll try not to squeal too loud with delight. My hubby already thinks I'm insane, no need to give him more proof of my insanity. :-)

I don't know much about upcoming episodes and I'm sure it's not gonna take place like this but I love playing around with them. So here it goes! I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own them. They would be on cable if I'd own them. ;-)

Chapter 1

I meant something like that

Jess was lying in bed, Sam snoring slightly beside her while her mind went a mile a minute. Lifting her hand, she brushed her fingers over her lips. She could swear she could still feel Nick's lips on them.

Just like that he'd pulled her into his arms and kissed her. And just like that, she had kissed him back, swept away by the pressure of his lips against hers. Not one second did she think about Sam. She'd completely forgotten that she had a boyfriend, that kissing Nick was plain wrong.

She had a boyfriend and she had kissed another man. She should feel ashamed, probably guilty as hell, but all she could feel was lightness in her head and a wave of awe washed over her as she touched her lips again. Nick Miller had kissed her.

She'd known it had meant something. The 'not like this' had been a Freudian slip. Nick wanted to kiss her. He had actually been thinking about kissing her. The whole 'friends who are sometimes attracted to each other' dilemma. Apparently he'd just decided to take matter into his own hands and just went for it and all she could do was wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him back.

He had tightened his arms around her, drawing her into his body so that not even a piece of paper would have fit between their bodies. Everything had been just too much. His lips on hers, his hand against her cheek while his other hand had pulled her hard into his body as if he didn't want to let her go before he'd released her lips. She had felt as if he'd sucked the breath out of her and her fingers had tightened around his arms, in desperate need to hold on to something as the world, her world, had spun out of control in a blink of an eye.

And then she was standing in the hallway, unable to move, trying to comprehend what had just happened. She would have followed him. If Sam hadn't opened the door behind her, she would have followed Nick. What was wrong with her? She was in a relationship. But one kiss, frankly one amazing kiss but still only a kiss, had made her forget who she was, where she belonged. She wasn't a cheater. Nick had made her a cheater.

The biggest problem was that she had enjoyed it. She had felt hot desire shooting through her as Nick's body pressed against hers. He'd kissed her. Passionately. Turning her world upside down, making her dizzy. The first kiss had been hot and amazing. But what had been almost her undoing were the two kisses afterwards. As hard and sensual the first kiss was as tender were the ones that hardly brushed her lips.

The passionate kiss she could argue away by saying that he had taken her by surprise and she'd acted on reflex. But he had pulled away, waiting for two seconds before he'd leaned in again. She could have shoved him away then. She knew what she was doing as she waited with closed eyes for his next move. She hadn't wanted to leave him and that made her probably one of the worst persons on this planet.

Her boyfriend had been sleeping only a few feet away and she had been kissing Nick. Nick Miller. Her roommate. Her friend. They had kissed. In the middle of the hallway. They almost got caught by Sam. What a mess.

Jess turned her head and looked at the sleeping form of her boyfriend. Her hand tightened around the sheet as she closed her eyes, trying to will herself into sleep. But all she was seeing was Nick's dark eyes, clouded with desire, staring down at her. All she could feel was his thumb brushing over her cheek, his hip pressing into her stomach, his fingers burning hot against her waist.

I meant something like that

What the hell was she supposed to do now?


Not like this

He'd told her he didn't want their first kiss to be like this. Of course he had meant it. But he hadn't meant to let it slip that he was actually thinking about kissing her. But then she had said good-night to him, patting his stomach playfully with one hand and suddenly he couldn't let her go. He'd grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, crashing his lips on hers without giving her a chance to realize what he was doing.

He didn't know what he'd expected. Maybe that she would shove him away and ask him if he was insane. He had definitely not expected that she would wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him back with such a passion that every nerve ending in his body was sizzling. He hadn't planned to kiss her, it just happened. His first intention had been to prove a point, or at least that's what he was trying to convince himself of. But the moment Jess had reciprocated his kiss every intention he might have had went out of the window.

He had wanted to take her with him. For one brief second he'd wanted to grab her hand and pull her into his room. He'd wanted to just take what he desired so desperately. Desired for quite some time now. But of course he couldn't do it. One kiss. That was all he could get.

He told her he wanted their first kiss to be something like that but it had been definitely more than he'd imagined. He hadn't been prepared to feel so much. So much need, so much want, so much hunger, so much Jess. He should have known better. He should have known that kissing her would mean so much more than just stilling the curiosity. Feeling her body pressed against his … it made it almost impossible to let her go.

But of course he needed to leave her in the hallway. He might have forgotten for a few seconds that she was with Sam but kissing her didn't mean that she would break up with him. She hadn't initiated the kiss. He had no clue what was going on in her head right now. He had had no right to kiss her like that. Not when she was in a relationship with someone else.

He should regret that he had kissed her, he should feel guilty for putting her in this awkward position. But he wasn't feeling the slightest hint of remorse. He had acted on impulse without thinking about the consequences. But now in the quietness of his room he realized that he just might have destroyed a wonderful friendship.

But he didn't regret kissing her. Even if it meant that they could never go back to being friends. He had kissed her and he was glad that he had kissed her. At least he would always have this memory. The memory of her kissing him back. No matter what happened tomorrow. She had kissed him back.

I actually wanted to write only a one-shot but I had an excruciating workday and this is all I could manage to write today. Believe me my muse wanted to write a whole lot more (she'd actually already planned out this whole thing while I was supposedly working) but my brain wasn't cooperative. So you'll get a short story (two or three chapters) instead of a one-shot. I hope you don't mind. :-)