fic: Follow You into the Park (2/?)
title: Follow You Into the Park (2/?)
fandom: Community
pairing: Annie/Jeff
rating: NC17
word count: 4,844
spoilers: None, but you should be familiar with all aired canon just in case. Sequel to Never Could Be Sweeter Than With You.
a/n: So, the first one happened. And then another part that comes later happened. Repeat that a few times, and I began to realize these should go in order and be A Thing. Forever thanks to my beta dearygirl and to the dirtiest rottenest liars ever, Joel and Alison, because things are clearly NOT "cooling down" and canon is giving me glorious things to work with lately. Title from the lyrics to "Home" by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.
When Jeff gets a text from Annie on Saturday afternoon - three days after she’d been deposited at his place after a night out with Abed and Troy and subsequently very positively confirmed a pet theory of Jeff’s regarding what she would taste like when she came - asking to come over he answers “sure” immediately, then sits with his phone in his hand and rereads her text a few times.
“Can I come over?”
It doesn’t betray much.
Neither had Annie the last few days when he’d seen her at school. Everything had been normal, remarkably so. A few lingering glances, but all in all she acted like she hadn’t been squirming in delight on his living room floor with his head between her thighs just days before and he acted like she hadn’t made him see spots when she went down on him later that same night.
Even the morning drive to take her home the following morning had been fairly free of awkwardness. They bantered about music as he flipped through radio stations on the short ride. When he pulled up in the parking lot of her building she grinned and pressed her hand against his thigh briefly before hopping out of the car and fairly skipping to the door without a backwards glance.
Jeff elected to pass the whole thing off as an alcohol-fueled mutually beneficial one-off and bring it up only to himself on lazy afternoons like this one. He’d had nothing planned for the day aside from ignoring homework and possibly going to bed early and replaying the night in question in his mind a few more times in a row.
He squints at his phone for a few more moments before pulling himself off the couch. He goes into his bathroom, brushes his teeth, rearranges his hair, and washes his hands. He wanders back out to his living room and picks a few dirty dishes up from his coffee table to put in the sink, then goes to the bedroom to transfer yesterday’s laundry from the floor to the hamper and close his closet doors.
Before long his buzzer’s ringing and as soon as he opens his door Annie’s brushing past him with her backpack in tow.
“Thanks Jeff, I really appreciate this, I would have used the library at Greendale but apparently that’s where the new glee club is practicing now and this paper is due on Monday and the walls at our place are just so thin. I don’t even know what Troy and Abed are doing in the Dreamatorium all day when they have homework but-”
“Ah. You came to do homework.”
Annie gives him a little grimace. “Is that okay? I don’t want to impose, I just-”
“It’s fine, no problem,” Jeff cuts her off breezily. “Need anything?”
“No, I have everything.”
They stand there for a moment and Annie fingers the zipper on her backpack. She opens and closes her mouth a few times before she blurts out,
“It should only take me an hour and a half or so. And I really appreciate it…” she trails off, looking up at him with raised eyebrows.
Jeff eyes her for a second and grins slowly. Annie smiles back. He leans in and slides a hand low over her hip. “Don’t mention it babe.”
He raises his eyebrows before turning around to flop down on the couch and she joins him, sitting at the other end and kicking off her shoes before turning sideways and stretching her legs out with her computer in her lap.
Half an hour later Annie’s entrenched in her paper and Jeff’s too bored to function.
“Annie.”
“Hm?”
“I’m bored.”
“What were you doing before I got here?”
“Being bored.”
“Well, what would you be doing if I weren’t here?”
“I dunno. Something interesting.” Jeff sighs and drags himself off the couch, slumping his way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Annie doesn’t look up from her laptop but she rolls her eyes a little. “Don’t let me keep you then,” she sighs.
“Can’t you take a break?” He asks, appearing over her shoulder. He sets the glass down on the coffee table.
“I can’t stop now, I’m on a roll.”
“On a roll?” He leans down and rests his chin on her shoulder.
“Jeffff…”
“Mm?” he hums into her hair. He slowly slides his hands around her stomach.
Annie takes her fingers off the keyboard and leans back against the arm of the couch, tilting her head up to look at him upside down as he stands back. She watches him for a second, and opens her mouth to say something, but she’s cut off by his phone ringing.
“It’s the landline, don’t worry about it.”
“You have a landline?”
“It came with my cable,” he shrugs quickly.
The phone silences after two rings, then a few moments later it starts again.
“You’re really not going to get that?”
“It’s probably a telemarketer,” Jeff says.
Annie rolls her eyes and gets up, crossing quickly to the small desk against the wall and snatching the phone off the cradle before Jeff can catch her.
“Hello? . . . oh, um, yes he is. Hold on please.”
Annie holds the phone out to him. Jeff winces and takes it.
“Hello? . . . Heyyyyyy Miranda. Yeah, sorry, I’m not available.” Jeff’s eyes flick over to Annie and she’s watching him but trying to look like she’s not. “Nope, not tomorrow either,” he adds. “Uh, really, thanks but no thanks, okay? Okay, bye.”
Jeff hangs up the phone and stands there for a second, gauging the level of tension in Annie’s silence. She’s standing next to the couch fiddling with a notebook. She raises her eyebrows at him, looking a little amused, a little expectant. Jeff takes a step closer, watching her watch him.
“We want to keep this as . . . neat as possible, right?” he asks, silently bracing himself.
Annie just nods and gives him a little once over before meeting his eyes again.
“I like things neat,” she confirms.
He cracks a grin as he closes the space between them. Annie’s backed up to the back of the couch and Jeff reaches down and lifts her up to sit on it precariously. He nudges her knees apart with one of his and steps between them, taking the notebook from her hands and dropping it behind her, then trailing his hands up and down her sides as hers run up his arms to his shoulders.
“Do you have more theories to test?” she asks with a little grin.
“Oh yes. But if you think of any yourself, I might be willing to hear them.”
Jeff’s hands span her ribcage and he sweeps his thumbs out to brush against the undersides of Annie’s breasts quickly and lightly. She shivers a little but clasps her hands around his neck and puts on an exaggerated thinking face.
“I’ll let you know,” she murmurs, leaning up and just barely touching her parted lips to his. Jeff responds, bending closer and taking the opportunity to brush his thumbs over her again, this time making firmer contact. Annie sighs at the sensation and adds, “When I’m done with my paper.”
“Ugggghhhhhh,” Jeff groans. He tears himself away and heads dejectedly towards his bedroom. “Wake me up when you’re done,” he calls over his shoulder.
Annie turns and slides down to sit on the couch again, her legs folding under her bonelessly. “Okay,” she answers weakly.
An hour later, Annie tiptoes into Jeff’s room and lets her eyes adjust for a moment to the dim light coming in around the curtains at the windows. Jeff’s in bed on top of the covers, lying on his back, one hand resting over his stomach and the other at his side. His eyes are closed and his breathing is deep and even.
“Jeff?” she calls softly. He doesn’t respond.
She moves to the side of the bed and whispers his name again, barely above a breath. His breathing stays slow and even and he doesn’t stir.
Carefully, watching his face all the while, Annie crawls onto the bed and settles herself over him with her knees on either side of one of his legs. She holds her weight off him as much as she can with her hands braced on the mattress at his sides.
She leans in a little and smiles, “Are you really asleep?”
He doesn’t respond and she lets herself slowly ease down until she’s fully seated against his thigh, moving her hips slightly before she catches herself. She runs her hand lightly over his shoulder and he shifts a little and hums under his breath.
She leans in further and feathers her lips over the underside of his jaw. Stubble scrapes her lips and she feels him inhale suddenly. He stirs as she pulls away and she watches his face carefully, his eyes just starting to flutter open when she swoops back down and kisses him, feels him reach for her and start to open his mouth under hers.
“Shhh,” she murmurs, pulling back just barely. “Stay asleep,” she adds before she ducks down to run her tongue over a vein in his neck. He’s still and tensed for a moment, and his breathing is shallower than before. His hand falls back to the mattress and he runs his thumb over her knee a few times.
“Okay, ‘m asleep,” he mumbles fuzzily.
She feels him settle back and waits for him to go slack beneath her again before she leans back and pulls her arms out of the sleeves of her top and over her head, letting it drop to the floor next to the bed and leaving her in just a soft cotton tank over her bra. Her eyes keep flitting up to his face; every time she expects he’ll have an eye open, watching her.
She carefully picks up Jeff’s hand laying over his chest and sets it down next to him, then lays herself against his chest, resting her cheek against him and listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat for a few moments. Annie fiddles with a button on his shirt for a moment before popping it open. She sits up and glances at his face again. She takes a deep breath, wondering if she’s imaging the tiny upward tilt of the corner of his mouth.
She opens two more buttons and trails a fingertip down his sternum, swirling little circles out here and there, then opens the last two buttons and lays her palms flat on his stomach to run them back up and brush the halves of his shirt out of the way.
She freezes with her hands still spread flat on his pecs when Jeff inhales deeply. She holds her breath. His eyes stay closed, his face relaxed.
Annie flexes her fingers against his skin and runs her hands up over his shoulders, opening his shirt a little wider and gently pushing the collar away from his neck. She leans forward to kiss his neck again and he twitches when her hair brushes over his chest.
She noses along the underside of his jaw and up to his earlobe, pulling it between her lips, flicking with her tongue and biting very softly before working her way back down over his throat. When she swirls her tongue out into the little well above his collar bone he seems to shiver just slightly.
She shifts her hips, just a slight scoop upwards, but the seam of her jeans is uncomfortably sharp and she pulls back quickly. She sighs and drops down, rests her forehead against Jeff’s chest with her hands stretched up to rest on his shoulders. She breathes in and out a few times, blinking rapidly. She tips her chin down just enough to mouth softly along a ridge of muscle, warm and solid and moving softly with his breath.
Slowly she sits up and reaches down to unbutton and unzip her jeans. She leaves them that way, planting one hand back against the mattress and arching forward to run the other through Jeff’s hair, brushing it back off his forehead. She splays her fingers through it, mussing it slightly. This time when her eyes trail down his face she’s sure she sees one of Jeff’s eyes twitch.
She runs her fingertips down his temple, along his jaw, and over his lower lip, tugging it out just slightly so she can lean in and bite lightly then suck just a little.
His lips part and she feels his chin tilt up slightly before she pulls away. She stares down at him, biting her lip and keeping her hands carefully against her own thighs. She can feel herself blushing deeply, nerves clutching tightly at her throat.
“You’re supposed to be asleep,” she warns under her breath, only half expecting him to really hear her.
Jeff lays motionless, his face totally slack. She lets her eyes run over him, down to one hand lying relaxed at his side. Annie reaches out cautiously and runs her hand from his shoulder down his arm and over his palm, smoothing his fingers open over the sheets. She reaches over and picks his hand up with both of hers, holds it up and inspects his fingernails.
She lines her palm up with his and tests the length of her fingers against his, knits their fingers together, and runs hers from the ridges of his knuckles to the blunt tips, scrutinizing closely. She leans closer until she’s running her lips over the pads of his index and middle fingers and opening her lips around them. She dips them into her mouth just slightly, swirls her tongue around first one fingertip and then the other.
From the corner of her eye she watches Jeff’s face as she closes her lips and sucks his index finger further into her mouth, her heart pounding hard in her chest as she hums lightly and hollows out her cheeks when she pulls back.
Jeff’s brow furrows just barely and his eyelids flutter.
Annie releases his fingertip from her mouth with a little pop, lays his hand back down, and bends at the waist to lay flat against his chest, sliding her hands beneath his shoulders and nuzzling her nose under his jaw. She sighs deeply and curls her hips against his leg again, grinning quietly when she feels his abs tense against her own stomach. She pulls herself away and slowly crawls off of him to stand next to the bed.
She slides her jeans down over her hips and kicks them off next to her top on the floor. She stands still for a second and watches him, feels how the air is cool against the backs of her knees. She can see a slight tension in his face and his breathing is shallower and quicker than when she’d come in.
She crawls back over him and settles with her knees on either side of his hips this time, letting her weight down and shifting slightly to test the friction of him and his jeans against her thin cotton underwear. She can tell he’s getting hard already, asleep or not, and she rolls her hips just barely from side to side, holding her breath. There’s a barely perceptible rough edge to his exhale.
She repeats the movement once, and again when she finds a good angle, sitting up slightly to give herself more leverage. This time when she grinds out a circle a little moan escapes with Jeff’s next breath, barely audible but there. Annie takes a breath and braces a hand on Jeff’s chest, rolling her hips in a wider circle and letting out her own soft moan. She lowers herself until she can run her lips over his earlobe again and sing song quietly,
“Jeeeeff.”
He immediately lets out a questioning grunt and Annie lets out a breath and giggles softly. She sighs and grinds her hips against him again.
“Wake up,” she whispers.
In the next moment Annie’s on her back with Jeff looming over her, one arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand cradled behind her head.
“Jesus Babe,” he murmurs in her ear.
He lets her get comfortable on the pillow and runs his hand over her cheek and jaw, down over her throat and lower, following with his eyes as he runs the backs of his fingers over her chest and dips them just under the neckline of her tank. He takes his time, barely touching her and skimming away quickly until Annie arches her back and whines at him. Jeff laughs.
“What, you get to torture me for as long as you want and I just have to take it?”
“Torture?” she laughs and lets out a shaky breath.
“You. Are. Terrible,” he murmurs, punctuating each word with a kiss along her throat.
Annie pouts and wraps her arms around Jeff’s neck. “What are you going to do about it?” She wraps her legs around his waist and squeezes to bring his hips tighter and closer between her thighs.
Jeff chuckles darkly and grinds his hips against her roughly. Annie lets out a high gasp and tightens her grip around his neck. He splays his hand beneath the small of her back and braces her to give a firm twist of his hips.
Annie whimpers after a moment and pulls away, “Wait wait, take off your pants.”
“Uh-”
“No, I just mean, your jeans, they’re too rough it’s not-”
“Shit, sorry.”
Jeff rolls away quickly to stand next to the bed. He takes his shirt the rest of the way off and undoes the button and zipper of his jeans, looking over Annie as he does. She lays on her back, her knees bent and legs parted with her feet flat on the bed, one hand held to her mouth and toying with her bottom lip.
“Hi,” she says softly, her voice hoarse.
“Hey there,” he smiles back, his eyes hooded and his cheeks flushed. “Finish your paper?”
She nods, and her soft smile turns a little mischievous. Jeff eyes her with a squint and cocks his head to one side, his grin growing wider as he leans over and crawls with a predatory focus over her on the bed.
“Babe.”
“Hm?”
Jeff sits back on his heels for a moment, his hands resting on Annie’s bare knees.
“Am I some kind of reward?”
“I didn’t plan it that way,” Annie demurs. She reaches for him but Jeff holds her knees together and levels her with a mock appalled face.
“Annie. You’re using me for my unbelievably toned body as part of some emotionless system of sexually incentivising your own academic accomplishments?” He folds his arms over his chest and huffs.
Annie sits up and parts her knees to reach up and tug at Jeff’s arms. When she doesn’t quite have the leverage he gives her a hand to pull herself up onto her knees. They face each other, smiling, flushed, and barely clothed. She trails her fingertips over his chest and bats her lashes at him.
“Do you really mind?” She asks sweetly.
“Fuck no.”
Jeff grabs her around the waist and rolls across the bed onto his back, Annie splayed on top of him shrieking with shocked giggles. She’s barely righted herself before she’s rolling off of him and tugging him on top of her again, arranging her legs on either side of his hips. She wriggles happily beneath him and scratches at his sides, laughing when he jerks away and glares at her for tickling him.
Annie holds eye contact as she slides one hand down his chest and stomach to rub experimentally over his underwear. Jeff sighs and leans into it, his eyes falling closed as she maps him out and feels him grow even harder under her hand. He braces himself on one hand and plays his other over her ribs, higher until he’s cupping her breast and squeezing gently. Annie arches into it, and when Jeff runs his hand down her side to her hip he feels the searching rhythm her hips have started.
“Here,” he takes her wrist and pulls her hand away from him, placing it back around his neck and reaches back down to cup her over her underwear and feel the heat and dampness against his palm.
She works her hips against his hand, sighing at the friction he’s giving her. Jeff watches her as he takes his hand away and presses his hips between her thighs again, opening her up and grinding against her through two soft layers of cotton.
Annie’s eyes pop open and her arms tense around his shoulders. They stare at each other and Jeff thrusts again purposefully, unable to hold back a grin when Annie’s eyes bug out and her nails curl into his shoulders.
“Like that?”
Annie whimpers something unintelligible, then, after a moment, “Does it . . . oh - for you?” She pulls her arms from around his neck and reaches down to grip at his hips, sneaking one hand further to grab at his ass and pull him tighter against her.
“Hello,” he mutters, laughing as he reaches down himself to slide a hand over the back of her thigh and press her leg up, changing the angle and eliciting a high pitched gasp from her. Jeff drops his head to the pillow next to hers and groans, adding a little circular twist and grinning again at the guttural moan she lets out next to his ear, loud in his quiet room.
“You’re a screamer, aren’t you?” he asks, recalling a few choice noises she’d made the first time he’d had her close to coming underneath him.
“I don’t know,” she gasps back, sounding a little exasperated. “Don’t stop,” she adds urgently.
Jeff quickly braces himself up again and watches her face as a few thrusts and a twist later her mouth drops open and her eyes screw shut, short keening cries repeating over and over as her hips lose rhythm against his and she digs her fingers against his tensed muscles. Eventually she trembles, her grip loosens and she braces her hand against his hip to soften his movements.
They lay still, pressed together and breathing hard and fast for a few moments and then Jeff carefully lifts himself off of her and rolls to his back next to her. Annie glances over, her gaze lingering and trailing down his body.
She rolls over and tucks herself against his side, scooting closer when Jeff slings his arm out to let her. His eyes are closed and his own breathing is a little ragged around a sigh when she curves one leg over his and runs a hand over his stomach. Annie leans her head on Jeff’s shoulder and quickly slides her hand into his briefs. Jeff lets out a short groan and the sound resonates in his chest.
She sits up and pulls his briefs down and out of her way, laying a hand on his stomach and rubbing lightly over his skin as she lays back down next to him.
“Jeff?”
“Mm.”
“You have to tell me if I’m doing anything wrong, okay?”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, I haven’t done this very many times.”
“I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”
“Fine?”
He can feel her about to spring up and get back into studying mode so he clamps his arm around her waist and fists his hand in her tank top.
“I can give you a report card if it’s that important to you, but “F” isn’t going to mean what you think it means.”
“What does it- Oh.” Annie blushes when Jeff chuckles at her, but then he trails his fingertips over her shoulder lightly and quiets except for a sigh when she wraps her hand around him and squeezes.
“I mean,” she starts again, “If we’re going to be doing . . . this . . . I might as well get it right.”
“Shit, that’s- oh god,” Jeff murmurs, opening his eyes and glancing down at her small hand wrapped around his cock.
Annie smiles and props herself up on one elbow and watches her own movements. She runs her thumb back and forth over the tip, smearing a little precum around before she pulls her hand away and up to her mouth to spit into her palm with all the delicacy she can.
“Like that?” she asks, echoing his question from earlier. Jeff tightens his arm around her waist, crushing her closer and turning his head to mouth blindly over her collarbone.
“Yes - fucking - yes,” he mutters into her cleavage, reaching up to bury his other hand in her hair and bring her mouth down to his.
Annie resumes the slow measured pumping of her hand as she kisses back, twisting her wrist and sometimes opening her hand just to slide her fingers from base to tip, slip down and palm at his balls and grin into his mouth when he lets out a loudly satisfied hum.
“You’re distracting me,” she whispers, playful scolding belied by the husky breathiness of her voice. She makes herself open her eyes and looks down again, fascinated at the sight of Jeff stretched out next to her, all tanned skin over rippling muscle tensing and clenching at her movements.
When she hears Jeff huff out a strained laugh she glances back at him and blushes when she finds him watching her survey her own work.
“Enjoying the view?” he asks. His hips roll up into her hand as she pumps slowly up and down and she grins and nods.
“Are you?”
Jeff nods, wide-eyed and lets his hand trail down her shoulder to palm at her breast again. Annie tips her head forward to rest her forehead against Jeff’s jaw and he turns his head to mouth over her skin and murmur, “little faster?” When she complies in moments he’s tensing, his eyes squeezed shut tight and his hand falling away from her chest to fist in her tank at her stomach.
He turns his face into her hair and she feels his sharp exhalations against her ear and neck and the power of his arms crushing her against his chest as his hips spasm and buck up into her hand now slicked and dripping. She collapses against him as his grip loosens and her arm goes slack, her muscles protesting the constant motion she’s not used to.
They’re quiet until Jeff stretches his arms over his head and groans at the motion, flexing his wrists and glancing around for his underwear as Annie rolls off the bed and slips into the bathroom to wash her hands. When she comes back out Jeff’s sitting up in bed, feet on the floor and his head hung low, yawning.
She smiles and leans down to pick up her jeans from the floor. “Going back to sleep?”
“I might,” he mumbles as another yawn hits him and he screws his face up and sighs.
“Sorry I woke you,” she murmurs next to his ear as she stoops to pick up her top.
Jeff laughs and grabs a handful of the material and tugs her with him as he flops onto his back on the mattress.
“Are you,” he intones, keeping a grip on her shirt and curling his other arm behind his head.
“Not if you aren’t,” Annie smiles, holding his gaze and trying subtly to pick the fabric from between his fingers. Jeff tightens his fist and grins at her as she pouts and smacks at his wrist. “Jeff, you’re going to rip it, I like this shirt!”
“It won’t rip if you stop pulling.”
“Let go and I’ll stop pulling.”
Jeff does let go, but only to haul her down on top of him. Annie falls forward with a squawk and their teeth bump when he tries to kiss her but they get it right after a moment and fall into a deep kiss, open mouths and searching tongues.
Annie shoves back against Jeff’s chest and sits up, shaking out her shirt and pulling it over her head. Jeff lets his arms fall limply to the mattress and watches her silently.
“I do have to go,” she adds as she combs her fingers quickly through her hair. “I make dinner every Saturday.”
“Aw, what a happy little family,” Jeff teases. Annie rolls her eyes and glances down at Jeff’s fingers twining through her belt loop and lets him tug her forward one more time.
“Are you the daddy then?” she purrs in his ear.
Jeff lets out a dark laugh, totally scandalized as Annie grins in victory and bounces back off the bed and out into the living room, gathering up her laptop and toeing back into her shoes quickly.
“Oh, I’ll be somebody’s daddy,” she hears Jeff call out.
She laughs and lets the door slam behind her on her way out.
fandom: Community
pairing: Annie/Jeff
rating: NC17
word count: 4,844
spoilers: None, but you should be familiar with all aired canon just in case. Sequel to Never Could Be Sweeter Than With You.
a/n: So, the first one happened. And then another part that comes later happened. Repeat that a few times, and I began to realize these should go in order and be A Thing. Forever thanks to my beta dearygirl and to the dirtiest rottenest liars ever, Joel and Alison, because things are clearly NOT "cooling down" and canon is giving me glorious things to work with lately. Title from the lyrics to "Home" by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.
When Jeff gets a text from Annie on Saturday afternoon - three days after she’d been deposited at his place after a night out with Abed and Troy and subsequently very positively confirmed a pet theory of Jeff’s regarding what she would taste like when she came - asking to come over he answers “sure” immediately, then sits with his phone in his hand and rereads her text a few times.
“Can I come over?”
It doesn’t betray much.
Neither had Annie the last few days when he’d seen her at school. Everything had been normal, remarkably so. A few lingering glances, but all in all she acted like she hadn’t been squirming in delight on his living room floor with his head between her thighs just days before and he acted like she hadn’t made him see spots when she went down on him later that same night.
Even the morning drive to take her home the following morning had been fairly free of awkwardness. They bantered about music as he flipped through radio stations on the short ride. When he pulled up in the parking lot of her building she grinned and pressed her hand against his thigh briefly before hopping out of the car and fairly skipping to the door without a backwards glance.
Jeff elected to pass the whole thing off as an alcohol-fueled mutually beneficial one-off and bring it up only to himself on lazy afternoons like this one. He’d had nothing planned for the day aside from ignoring homework and possibly going to bed early and replaying the night in question in his mind a few more times in a row.
He squints at his phone for a few more moments before pulling himself off the couch. He goes into his bathroom, brushes his teeth, rearranges his hair, and washes his hands. He wanders back out to his living room and picks a few dirty dishes up from his coffee table to put in the sink, then goes to the bedroom to transfer yesterday’s laundry from the floor to the hamper and close his closet doors.
Before long his buzzer’s ringing and as soon as he opens his door Annie’s brushing past him with her backpack in tow.
“Thanks Jeff, I really appreciate this, I would have used the library at Greendale but apparently that’s where the new glee club is practicing now and this paper is due on Monday and the walls at our place are just so thin. I don’t even know what Troy and Abed are doing in the Dreamatorium all day when they have homework but-”
“Ah. You came to do homework.”
Annie gives him a little grimace. “Is that okay? I don’t want to impose, I just-”
“It’s fine, no problem,” Jeff cuts her off breezily. “Need anything?”
“No, I have everything.”
They stand there for a moment and Annie fingers the zipper on her backpack. She opens and closes her mouth a few times before she blurts out,
“It should only take me an hour and a half or so. And I really appreciate it…” she trails off, looking up at him with raised eyebrows.
Jeff eyes her for a second and grins slowly. Annie smiles back. He leans in and slides a hand low over her hip. “Don’t mention it babe.”
He raises his eyebrows before turning around to flop down on the couch and she joins him, sitting at the other end and kicking off her shoes before turning sideways and stretching her legs out with her computer in her lap.
Half an hour later Annie’s entrenched in her paper and Jeff’s too bored to function.
“Annie.”
“Hm?”
“I’m bored.”
“What were you doing before I got here?”
“Being bored.”
“Well, what would you be doing if I weren’t here?”
“I dunno. Something interesting.” Jeff sighs and drags himself off the couch, slumping his way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Annie doesn’t look up from her laptop but she rolls her eyes a little. “Don’t let me keep you then,” she sighs.
“Can’t you take a break?” He asks, appearing over her shoulder. He sets the glass down on the coffee table.
“I can’t stop now, I’m on a roll.”
“On a roll?” He leans down and rests his chin on her shoulder.
“Jeffff…”
“Mm?” he hums into her hair. He slowly slides his hands around her stomach.
Annie takes her fingers off the keyboard and leans back against the arm of the couch, tilting her head up to look at him upside down as he stands back. She watches him for a second, and opens her mouth to say something, but she’s cut off by his phone ringing.
“It’s the landline, don’t worry about it.”
“You have a landline?”
“It came with my cable,” he shrugs quickly.
The phone silences after two rings, then a few moments later it starts again.
“You’re really not going to get that?”
“It’s probably a telemarketer,” Jeff says.
Annie rolls her eyes and gets up, crossing quickly to the small desk against the wall and snatching the phone off the cradle before Jeff can catch her.
“Hello? . . . oh, um, yes he is. Hold on please.”
Annie holds the phone out to him. Jeff winces and takes it.
“Hello? . . . Heyyyyyy Miranda. Yeah, sorry, I’m not available.” Jeff’s eyes flick over to Annie and she’s watching him but trying to look like she’s not. “Nope, not tomorrow either,” he adds. “Uh, really, thanks but no thanks, okay? Okay, bye.”
Jeff hangs up the phone and stands there for a second, gauging the level of tension in Annie’s silence. She’s standing next to the couch fiddling with a notebook. She raises her eyebrows at him, looking a little amused, a little expectant. Jeff takes a step closer, watching her watch him.
“We want to keep this as . . . neat as possible, right?” he asks, silently bracing himself.
Annie just nods and gives him a little once over before meeting his eyes again.
“I like things neat,” she confirms.
He cracks a grin as he closes the space between them. Annie’s backed up to the back of the couch and Jeff reaches down and lifts her up to sit on it precariously. He nudges her knees apart with one of his and steps between them, taking the notebook from her hands and dropping it behind her, then trailing his hands up and down her sides as hers run up his arms to his shoulders.
“Do you have more theories to test?” she asks with a little grin.
“Oh yes. But if you think of any yourself, I might be willing to hear them.”
Jeff’s hands span her ribcage and he sweeps his thumbs out to brush against the undersides of Annie’s breasts quickly and lightly. She shivers a little but clasps her hands around his neck and puts on an exaggerated thinking face.
“I’ll let you know,” she murmurs, leaning up and just barely touching her parted lips to his. Jeff responds, bending closer and taking the opportunity to brush his thumbs over her again, this time making firmer contact. Annie sighs at the sensation and adds, “When I’m done with my paper.”
“Ugggghhhhhh,” Jeff groans. He tears himself away and heads dejectedly towards his bedroom. “Wake me up when you’re done,” he calls over his shoulder.
Annie turns and slides down to sit on the couch again, her legs folding under her bonelessly. “Okay,” she answers weakly.
An hour later, Annie tiptoes into Jeff’s room and lets her eyes adjust for a moment to the dim light coming in around the curtains at the windows. Jeff’s in bed on top of the covers, lying on his back, one hand resting over his stomach and the other at his side. His eyes are closed and his breathing is deep and even.
“Jeff?” she calls softly. He doesn’t respond.
She moves to the side of the bed and whispers his name again, barely above a breath. His breathing stays slow and even and he doesn’t stir.
Carefully, watching his face all the while, Annie crawls onto the bed and settles herself over him with her knees on either side of one of his legs. She holds her weight off him as much as she can with her hands braced on the mattress at his sides.
She leans in a little and smiles, “Are you really asleep?”
He doesn’t respond and she lets herself slowly ease down until she’s fully seated against his thigh, moving her hips slightly before she catches herself. She runs her hand lightly over his shoulder and he shifts a little and hums under his breath.
She leans in further and feathers her lips over the underside of his jaw. Stubble scrapes her lips and she feels him inhale suddenly. He stirs as she pulls away and she watches his face carefully, his eyes just starting to flutter open when she swoops back down and kisses him, feels him reach for her and start to open his mouth under hers.
“Shhh,” she murmurs, pulling back just barely. “Stay asleep,” she adds before she ducks down to run her tongue over a vein in his neck. He’s still and tensed for a moment, and his breathing is shallower than before. His hand falls back to the mattress and he runs his thumb over her knee a few times.
“Okay, ‘m asleep,” he mumbles fuzzily.
She feels him settle back and waits for him to go slack beneath her again before she leans back and pulls her arms out of the sleeves of her top and over her head, letting it drop to the floor next to the bed and leaving her in just a soft cotton tank over her bra. Her eyes keep flitting up to his face; every time she expects he’ll have an eye open, watching her.
She carefully picks up Jeff’s hand laying over his chest and sets it down next to him, then lays herself against his chest, resting her cheek against him and listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat for a few moments. Annie fiddles with a button on his shirt for a moment before popping it open. She sits up and glances at his face again. She takes a deep breath, wondering if she’s imaging the tiny upward tilt of the corner of his mouth.
She opens two more buttons and trails a fingertip down his sternum, swirling little circles out here and there, then opens the last two buttons and lays her palms flat on his stomach to run them back up and brush the halves of his shirt out of the way.
She freezes with her hands still spread flat on his pecs when Jeff inhales deeply. She holds her breath. His eyes stay closed, his face relaxed.
Annie flexes her fingers against his skin and runs her hands up over his shoulders, opening his shirt a little wider and gently pushing the collar away from his neck. She leans forward to kiss his neck again and he twitches when her hair brushes over his chest.
She noses along the underside of his jaw and up to his earlobe, pulling it between her lips, flicking with her tongue and biting very softly before working her way back down over his throat. When she swirls her tongue out into the little well above his collar bone he seems to shiver just slightly.
She shifts her hips, just a slight scoop upwards, but the seam of her jeans is uncomfortably sharp and she pulls back quickly. She sighs and drops down, rests her forehead against Jeff’s chest with her hands stretched up to rest on his shoulders. She breathes in and out a few times, blinking rapidly. She tips her chin down just enough to mouth softly along a ridge of muscle, warm and solid and moving softly with his breath.
Slowly she sits up and reaches down to unbutton and unzip her jeans. She leaves them that way, planting one hand back against the mattress and arching forward to run the other through Jeff’s hair, brushing it back off his forehead. She splays her fingers through it, mussing it slightly. This time when her eyes trail down his face she’s sure she sees one of Jeff’s eyes twitch.
She runs her fingertips down his temple, along his jaw, and over his lower lip, tugging it out just slightly so she can lean in and bite lightly then suck just a little.
His lips part and she feels his chin tilt up slightly before she pulls away. She stares down at him, biting her lip and keeping her hands carefully against her own thighs. She can feel herself blushing deeply, nerves clutching tightly at her throat.
“You’re supposed to be asleep,” she warns under her breath, only half expecting him to really hear her.
Jeff lays motionless, his face totally slack. She lets her eyes run over him, down to one hand lying relaxed at his side. Annie reaches out cautiously and runs her hand from his shoulder down his arm and over his palm, smoothing his fingers open over the sheets. She reaches over and picks his hand up with both of hers, holds it up and inspects his fingernails.
She lines her palm up with his and tests the length of her fingers against his, knits their fingers together, and runs hers from the ridges of his knuckles to the blunt tips, scrutinizing closely. She leans closer until she’s running her lips over the pads of his index and middle fingers and opening her lips around them. She dips them into her mouth just slightly, swirls her tongue around first one fingertip and then the other.
From the corner of her eye she watches Jeff’s face as she closes her lips and sucks his index finger further into her mouth, her heart pounding hard in her chest as she hums lightly and hollows out her cheeks when she pulls back.
Jeff’s brow furrows just barely and his eyelids flutter.
Annie releases his fingertip from her mouth with a little pop, lays his hand back down, and bends at the waist to lay flat against his chest, sliding her hands beneath his shoulders and nuzzling her nose under his jaw. She sighs deeply and curls her hips against his leg again, grinning quietly when she feels his abs tense against her own stomach. She pulls herself away and slowly crawls off of him to stand next to the bed.
She slides her jeans down over her hips and kicks them off next to her top on the floor. She stands still for a second and watches him, feels how the air is cool against the backs of her knees. She can see a slight tension in his face and his breathing is shallower and quicker than when she’d come in.
She crawls back over him and settles with her knees on either side of his hips this time, letting her weight down and shifting slightly to test the friction of him and his jeans against her thin cotton underwear. She can tell he’s getting hard already, asleep or not, and she rolls her hips just barely from side to side, holding her breath. There’s a barely perceptible rough edge to his exhale.
She repeats the movement once, and again when she finds a good angle, sitting up slightly to give herself more leverage. This time when she grinds out a circle a little moan escapes with Jeff’s next breath, barely audible but there. Annie takes a breath and braces a hand on Jeff’s chest, rolling her hips in a wider circle and letting out her own soft moan. She lowers herself until she can run her lips over his earlobe again and sing song quietly,
“Jeeeeff.”
He immediately lets out a questioning grunt and Annie lets out a breath and giggles softly. She sighs and grinds her hips against him again.
“Wake up,” she whispers.
In the next moment Annie’s on her back with Jeff looming over her, one arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand cradled behind her head.
“Jesus Babe,” he murmurs in her ear.
He lets her get comfortable on the pillow and runs his hand over her cheek and jaw, down over her throat and lower, following with his eyes as he runs the backs of his fingers over her chest and dips them just under the neckline of her tank. He takes his time, barely touching her and skimming away quickly until Annie arches her back and whines at him. Jeff laughs.
“What, you get to torture me for as long as you want and I just have to take it?”
“Torture?” she laughs and lets out a shaky breath.
“You. Are. Terrible,” he murmurs, punctuating each word with a kiss along her throat.
Annie pouts and wraps her arms around Jeff’s neck. “What are you going to do about it?” She wraps her legs around his waist and squeezes to bring his hips tighter and closer between her thighs.
Jeff chuckles darkly and grinds his hips against her roughly. Annie lets out a high gasp and tightens her grip around his neck. He splays his hand beneath the small of her back and braces her to give a firm twist of his hips.
Annie whimpers after a moment and pulls away, “Wait wait, take off your pants.”
“Uh-”
“No, I just mean, your jeans, they’re too rough it’s not-”
“Shit, sorry.”
Jeff rolls away quickly to stand next to the bed. He takes his shirt the rest of the way off and undoes the button and zipper of his jeans, looking over Annie as he does. She lays on her back, her knees bent and legs parted with her feet flat on the bed, one hand held to her mouth and toying with her bottom lip.
“Hi,” she says softly, her voice hoarse.
“Hey there,” he smiles back, his eyes hooded and his cheeks flushed. “Finish your paper?”
She nods, and her soft smile turns a little mischievous. Jeff eyes her with a squint and cocks his head to one side, his grin growing wider as he leans over and crawls with a predatory focus over her on the bed.
“Babe.”
“Hm?”
Jeff sits back on his heels for a moment, his hands resting on Annie’s bare knees.
“Am I some kind of reward?”
“I didn’t plan it that way,” Annie demurs. She reaches for him but Jeff holds her knees together and levels her with a mock appalled face.
“Annie. You’re using me for my unbelievably toned body as part of some emotionless system of sexually incentivising your own academic accomplishments?” He folds his arms over his chest and huffs.
Annie sits up and parts her knees to reach up and tug at Jeff’s arms. When she doesn’t quite have the leverage he gives her a hand to pull herself up onto her knees. They face each other, smiling, flushed, and barely clothed. She trails her fingertips over his chest and bats her lashes at him.
“Do you really mind?” She asks sweetly.
“Fuck no.”
Jeff grabs her around the waist and rolls across the bed onto his back, Annie splayed on top of him shrieking with shocked giggles. She’s barely righted herself before she’s rolling off of him and tugging him on top of her again, arranging her legs on either side of his hips. She wriggles happily beneath him and scratches at his sides, laughing when he jerks away and glares at her for tickling him.
Annie holds eye contact as she slides one hand down his chest and stomach to rub experimentally over his underwear. Jeff sighs and leans into it, his eyes falling closed as she maps him out and feels him grow even harder under her hand. He braces himself on one hand and plays his other over her ribs, higher until he’s cupping her breast and squeezing gently. Annie arches into it, and when Jeff runs his hand down her side to her hip he feels the searching rhythm her hips have started.
“Here,” he takes her wrist and pulls her hand away from him, placing it back around his neck and reaches back down to cup her over her underwear and feel the heat and dampness against his palm.
She works her hips against his hand, sighing at the friction he’s giving her. Jeff watches her as he takes his hand away and presses his hips between her thighs again, opening her up and grinding against her through two soft layers of cotton.
Annie’s eyes pop open and her arms tense around his shoulders. They stare at each other and Jeff thrusts again purposefully, unable to hold back a grin when Annie’s eyes bug out and her nails curl into his shoulders.
“Like that?”
Annie whimpers something unintelligible, then, after a moment, “Does it . . . oh - for you?” She pulls her arms from around his neck and reaches down to grip at his hips, sneaking one hand further to grab at his ass and pull him tighter against her.
“Hello,” he mutters, laughing as he reaches down himself to slide a hand over the back of her thigh and press her leg up, changing the angle and eliciting a high pitched gasp from her. Jeff drops his head to the pillow next to hers and groans, adding a little circular twist and grinning again at the guttural moan she lets out next to his ear, loud in his quiet room.
“You’re a screamer, aren’t you?” he asks, recalling a few choice noises she’d made the first time he’d had her close to coming underneath him.
“I don’t know,” she gasps back, sounding a little exasperated. “Don’t stop,” she adds urgently.
Jeff quickly braces himself up again and watches her face as a few thrusts and a twist later her mouth drops open and her eyes screw shut, short keening cries repeating over and over as her hips lose rhythm against his and she digs her fingers against his tensed muscles. Eventually she trembles, her grip loosens and she braces her hand against his hip to soften his movements.
They lay still, pressed together and breathing hard and fast for a few moments and then Jeff carefully lifts himself off of her and rolls to his back next to her. Annie glances over, her gaze lingering and trailing down his body.
She rolls over and tucks herself against his side, scooting closer when Jeff slings his arm out to let her. His eyes are closed and his own breathing is a little ragged around a sigh when she curves one leg over his and runs a hand over his stomach. Annie leans her head on Jeff’s shoulder and quickly slides her hand into his briefs. Jeff lets out a short groan and the sound resonates in his chest.
She sits up and pulls his briefs down and out of her way, laying a hand on his stomach and rubbing lightly over his skin as she lays back down next to him.
“Jeff?”
“Mm.”
“You have to tell me if I’m doing anything wrong, okay?”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, I haven’t done this very many times.”
“I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”
“Fine?”
He can feel her about to spring up and get back into studying mode so he clamps his arm around her waist and fists his hand in her tank top.
“I can give you a report card if it’s that important to you, but “F” isn’t going to mean what you think it means.”
“What does it- Oh.” Annie blushes when Jeff chuckles at her, but then he trails his fingertips over her shoulder lightly and quiets except for a sigh when she wraps her hand around him and squeezes.
“I mean,” she starts again, “If we’re going to be doing . . . this . . . I might as well get it right.”
“Shit, that’s- oh god,” Jeff murmurs, opening his eyes and glancing down at her small hand wrapped around his cock.
Annie smiles and props herself up on one elbow and watches her own movements. She runs her thumb back and forth over the tip, smearing a little precum around before she pulls her hand away and up to her mouth to spit into her palm with all the delicacy she can.
“Like that?” she asks, echoing his question from earlier. Jeff tightens his arm around her waist, crushing her closer and turning his head to mouth blindly over her collarbone.
“Yes - fucking - yes,” he mutters into her cleavage, reaching up to bury his other hand in her hair and bring her mouth down to his.
Annie resumes the slow measured pumping of her hand as she kisses back, twisting her wrist and sometimes opening her hand just to slide her fingers from base to tip, slip down and palm at his balls and grin into his mouth when he lets out a loudly satisfied hum.
“You’re distracting me,” she whispers, playful scolding belied by the husky breathiness of her voice. She makes herself open her eyes and looks down again, fascinated at the sight of Jeff stretched out next to her, all tanned skin over rippling muscle tensing and clenching at her movements.
When she hears Jeff huff out a strained laugh she glances back at him and blushes when she finds him watching her survey her own work.
“Enjoying the view?” he asks. His hips roll up into her hand as she pumps slowly up and down and she grins and nods.
“Are you?”
Jeff nods, wide-eyed and lets his hand trail down her shoulder to palm at her breast again. Annie tips her head forward to rest her forehead against Jeff’s jaw and he turns his head to mouth over her skin and murmur, “little faster?” When she complies in moments he’s tensing, his eyes squeezed shut tight and his hand falling away from her chest to fist in her tank at her stomach.
He turns his face into her hair and she feels his sharp exhalations against her ear and neck and the power of his arms crushing her against his chest as his hips spasm and buck up into her hand now slicked and dripping. She collapses against him as his grip loosens and her arm goes slack, her muscles protesting the constant motion she’s not used to.
They’re quiet until Jeff stretches his arms over his head and groans at the motion, flexing his wrists and glancing around for his underwear as Annie rolls off the bed and slips into the bathroom to wash her hands. When she comes back out Jeff’s sitting up in bed, feet on the floor and his head hung low, yawning.
She smiles and leans down to pick up her jeans from the floor. “Going back to sleep?”
“I might,” he mumbles as another yawn hits him and he screws his face up and sighs.
“Sorry I woke you,” she murmurs next to his ear as she stoops to pick up her top.
Jeff laughs and grabs a handful of the material and tugs her with him as he flops onto his back on the mattress.
“Are you,” he intones, keeping a grip on her shirt and curling his other arm behind his head.
“Not if you aren’t,” Annie smiles, holding his gaze and trying subtly to pick the fabric from between his fingers. Jeff tightens his fist and grins at her as she pouts and smacks at his wrist. “Jeff, you’re going to rip it, I like this shirt!”
“It won’t rip if you stop pulling.”
“Let go and I’ll stop pulling.”
Jeff does let go, but only to haul her down on top of him. Annie falls forward with a squawk and their teeth bump when he tries to kiss her but they get it right after a moment and fall into a deep kiss, open mouths and searching tongues.
Annie shoves back against Jeff’s chest and sits up, shaking out her shirt and pulling it over her head. Jeff lets his arms fall limply to the mattress and watches her silently.
“I do have to go,” she adds as she combs her fingers quickly through her hair. “I make dinner every Saturday.”
“Aw, what a happy little family,” Jeff teases. Annie rolls her eyes and glances down at Jeff’s fingers twining through her belt loop and lets him tug her forward one more time.
“Are you the daddy then?” she purrs in his ear.
Jeff lets out a dark laugh, totally scandalized as Annie grins in victory and bounces back off the bed and out into the living room, gathering up her laptop and toeing back into her shoes quickly.
“Oh, I’ll be somebody’s daddy,” she hears Jeff call out.
She laughs and lets the door slam behind her on her way out.