fic: Like it's Only You and Me (3/?)
title: Like It’s Only You and Me (3/?)
fandom: Community
pairing: Annie/Jeff
rating: NC-17 more oral...way more
word count: 5,056
spoilers: all aired canon to be safe. Comes after Follow You into the Park, which follows Never Could Be Sweeter Than with You. dearygirl is the best beta/friend in ever. Um, everybody said the last one was like crazy hot, but in my mind this one is way more intense? So...please don't die, guys.
_
Jeff slouches into Abed’s favorite bar, the Idiot Box, on Wednesday night.
It’s been a week since this thing with Annie started, “this thing” being her coming to his apartment and them getting each other off in various ways, although to be fair it’s only happened twice.
Abed invited Jeff to the TV trivia tournament as they left the study room for lunch and Annie had caught Jeff’s eye briefly with an inscrutable look before she kept walking. Distracted, Jeff mumbled a non-committal agreement to Abed and had forgotten about it by the time he got home that afternoon.
That is until Annie texts him at 9:30 that night: “where are youuu”
He frowns at his for a moment, getting a sudden sense of déjà vu of the last time she’d texted him that weekend and the way they’d spent the afternoon - her finishing a paper and then crawling into bed with him as he napped and proceeding to wake him up . . . creatively - before he shrugs into a jacket and heads out.
The place is decent-sized, just one big space with the walls lined with half-moon booths and tables scattered in the open space and every bit of available wall space is filled with a screen; the wall behind the bar is lined with them and every walled-off booth along the perimeter has its own flat screen.
Abed waves to him from the booth he and Troy are sharing with Annie, and when she sees Jeff approaching she waves animatedly.
“Hey guys,” Jeff greets them as he slides into the booth next to Annie.
“Jeffff! You caaaame!” Annie, giggling, throws her arms around him and squeezes, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Annie’s doing really good at trivia tonight,” Troy says, a little too loudly and without inflection. He glares at Jeff and shakes his head slowly from side to side.
“Annie’s really wasted,” Abed clarifies as he studies the remote keypad they use to answer trivia questions displayed on every TV screen throughout the place.
“I see that,” Jeff says, raising his eyebrows at Troy, who rolls his eyes and shrugs in return. “Hey Kiddo,” Jeff adds, addressing Annie who’s still draped over him. “Having a good time?”
“Uh-huh.” Annie nods against his shoulder and picks up her drink to suck at the straw.
“Let me get the next round,” Jeff offers. He takes a quick inventory of the table; Troy and Abed have a pair of nearly empty beer bottles between them, there are three overturned shot glasses in the center of the table, and three empty glasses in front of Annie.
“I’ll come with!” Annie pipes up and wriggles out of the booth behind Jeff as he gets up. Annie darts in front of Jeff and positions herself between him and the bar, caged on either side by his arms as he leans his hands against the padded edge.
“Uh, hi,” Jeff grins down at her.
“Hi,” she repeats, smiling brightly. She clasps her hands behind her back for a moment and looks up at him through her lashes. Jeff tilts his head to one side and watches her.
“What’s this?” he asks, looking her over briefly. Her cardigan is a little askew, almost falling off one shoulder as she shrugs in response.
“Nothing.”
“Really.”
“Of course. I’m just saying hi.”
“Uh-huh.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing.”
Jeff leans in a little and watches Annie’s eyes widen in anticipation as he does. He pulls her cardigan back onto her shoulder and Annie takes the opportunity to unclasp her hands and lean into him, her hands sneaking up to his sides inside his jacket.
The bartender finally acknowledges him and Jeff leans closer to give his order over the top of Annie’s head. She tilts her chin up, nose brushing over his neck and traces the tip of her tongue over his Adam’s apple. Jeff slides a hand through her hair quickly, leaning away after a moment.
“Nothing, huh?” he repeats.
Annie’s fingers trail over his belt and under his shirt to scratch at his skin lightly, tracing around his hipbones. Jeff twitches and snatches her hands away quickly, holding her wrists lightly in one hand and using the other to wag a long finger at her.
“Public place, babe, careful.”
“I don’t care.”
“You think you don’t care because you’re drunk. If you weren’t, you’d care.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Uh, because you magically manage to restrain yourself at school.”
“Well, that’s school, now we’re just out.”
“Yeah, with Abed and Troy.”
“They don’t care, they’re playing trivia.”
Annie leans in again, sliding her hands out of his easily and snaking her arms around Jeff’s waist under his jacket again. She scratches at the small of his back through his shirt and he lets his hands fall back to propping him up against the edge of the bar on either side of her.
“I’m pretty sure they’ll notice if I crawl under the table,” Jeff says in a low voice. Annie inhales and blushes as Jeff smiles down at her dangerously.
The bartender sets their drinks down and Jeff extricates himself from Annie to pull out his wallet. Annie pouts when he hands her two bottles to carry back to the table, and Jeff chuckles at her and gives her ass a little smack before he picks up the remaining two drinks and follows her back to the booth.
Troy and Abed seem happy enough to play trivia mostly in peace now that they’ve positioned Jeff to distract Annie and if he thinks about that too hard he wonders if they really forgot about her at his place the week before or if they chose not to remember to come back for her. She’s not even a bad drunk, he thinks darkly as she chatters beside him, leaned up against his arm.
When Troy gets up to go to the bathroom and Abed goes to the bar to get the next round Annie wastes no time abandoning her drink on the table and turning her body even more into Jeff’s, curling her arms around one of his and resting her chin on his shoulder.
“Take me home?”
Jeff swirls the Scotch in his glass and watches the reflections from the TVs in the sticky table top. “You wanna come home with me?”
“I can’t spend the night again, they’ll think . . . they’ll think something.”
“So you want a ride.”
When he catches her eye he’s legitimately shocked at the sly smile on her face. “You want me to drive you to your apartment,” he amends, grinning even as he rolls his eyes at her.
She’s drawing designs on his thigh over his jeans now.
“You could . . . come in, if you want,” she says, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. She pulls herself a little more upright and nuzzles against his neck, her lips brushing his ear when she repeats, “take me home, Jeff.”
“Bossy,” he mutters back around a smile. He spies Troy heading back over from the corner of his eye and reaches over to squeeze Annie’s knee. She miraculously takes the hint and disentangles herself from him so they’re sitting as they were before by the time Troy’s nodding at them as he waits for Abed to come over and slide back into his spot in the booth with their drinks.
Jeff’s hand still rests on Annie’s knee, her tights smooth under his fingers. He thanks Abed for the beer he’d requested and smoothes his palm up Annie’s thigh as he takes a drink.
Annie’s legs first clench together, then part slightly after a moment. He glances over at her and she’s wide-eyed, staring into her drink and stirring it erratically. Jeff nudges her side gently with his elbow and she catches his eye for just a moment, smiling when he winks at her. He swirls his fingertips over her leg in a lazy pattern, edging higher and higher before dipping back towards her knee. Annie clears her throat and parts her knees a little more.
Jeff answers a question in the trivia game and sets his bottle down to high five Troy. Beneath the table he nudges Annie’s legs further apart and bites his tongue to keep from making a sound when he can finally reach the apex of her thighs. Heat rolls off of her skin as he traces up the seam of her tights with his pinky finger.
Annie shifts again, resting her elbows on the table and sliding her hips just slightly forward to nudge more firmly against his hand. Jeff grips and tugs at her inner thigh, pulling her leg up to rest over his own knee and taking his time to circle his fingertips slowly upwards again.
He takes a slow sip of his beer and glances around the bar casually, grinning to himself when one of Annie’s hands drops to his leg. He turns his attention back to the table after a moment, squinting in concentration as he pretends to focus on the question they just received while his thumb slowly delves in a long upwards stroke, pausing to circle and press in a spot that makes Annie’s hand clench tight on his leg.
She leans over to conference with Abed about another question, and when Jeff sneaks a glance at her there’s a flush creeping over her throat that he recognizes. She’s fiddling with the straw in her drink, dragging it slowly in and out of her glass in a rhythm that matches his movements under her skirt, constrained as they are.
Suddenly her hand slides up Jeff’s thigh and she palms at him over his jeans, light pressure and a quick squeeze here and there. Jeff covers a groan by clearing his throat and Annie catches his eye and grins at him. He’s almost got his fingertips hooked under the edge of her underwear through her tights but without ripping them he can’t get any further.
Annie’s fingers are sliding up over the button of Jeff’s jeans when Troy and Abed erupt in confused anger at the latest scores being displayed on the screens and they both slide out of the booth with the game remote and head over to the guy running the game from the DJ booth.
Jeff turns and has to pull his hand from between Annie’s legs because of the angle, but he grabs at her hip with his other hand and pulls her a little closer as he leans in, his back turned to the rest of the room and effectively shielding them from view as she curls her fingers into the neckline of his shirt and pulls him in for a kiss.
“Take. Me. Home. Jeff,” she murmurs against his mouth.
“So bossy tonight,” he mutters back. He glances over his shoulder and sees a little group of trivia game players has now formed around the DJ booth.
“Maybe I like to be in charge sometimes,” Annie answers, biting lightly at his earlobe and trailing her lips over a vein standing out in his neck.
“Oh I know you do,” he murmurs. Annie crosses her legs primly so both are resting over his knee, her feet dangling off the floor. She bobs one ankle up and down and smiles at him impishly when he turns back to face her with a grin.
“But so do I,” Jeff adds, reaching down to slide a hand up her thigh and under her skirt again, this time reaching up to grab her ass and yank her up closer against him so she’s almost totally in his lap. He leans further over her until she’s about to tip backwards against the seat of the booth.
Her eyes flare dark and challenging for a second and she slides a hand back down his stomach, arching her back and pressing against his chest, curling her other arm around his neck to keep herself upright.
She glances over his shoulder and quickly slides back to sitting upright and properly in the booth with her feet resting on the floor, her ankles crossed and her hands folded in her lap. Jeff follows suit, leaning his elbows on the table and twirling his beer bottle on its edge back and forth.
“Resolved?” he asks as Troy and Abed slide back into the booth. He barely hears the reply when the toe of Annie’s shoe nudges up his calf. She makes a show of yawning and slumping.
“You okay?” Troy asks.
“I’m just getting tired all of a sudden,” Annie murmurs around another yawn.
Troy glances at his phone for the time. “We still have two more rounds . . .” he trails off. Abed keeps his eyes totally averted, buried again in the game.
“You guys stay, I’ll take her,” Jeff cuts in easily. He tips back the rest of his beer and slides out of the booth, stepping back to let Annie pass.
“Thanks man. See you at home, Annie.”
“Bye,” Abed adds emphatically, holding up a hand in a motionless wave without looking up.
They don’t make it to the exit. Annie fairly dances around Jeff as they make their way across the bar, walking backwards in front of him and sneaking her hands up under his shirt again while he brushes her away.
“Can you wait ten minutes?” he laughs, caging her hands in his and maneuvering her to his side so he can hook his arm around her shoulders and make her walk forwards.
“No,” she retorts, turning and snaking her fingers underneath the neckline of his shirt as she goes up to her tiptoes to nudge his shoulder with her chin.
Jeff glances over her head and sees the hallway leading to the bathrooms and quickly navigates them towards it, silencing Annie’s outcry of protest by leaning in to press her back to the wall and kiss her roughly. She responds with delight, curling her arms around his neck and arching up against him as she opens her mouth to let his tongue in. Jeff pulls away and glances over his shoulder after a few moments when a woman yelling into her cell phone stumbles past. Annie arches her hips against his and he looks down at her warningly.
“This’ll be more fun if you let me take you home.”
She pouts and folds her arms. Jeff' laughs and leans in, palming at her. “How did I never know you were so insatiable?”
“You never asked,” she purrs back, slipping past him and tugging on his elbow until he follows her to the exit.
Jeff’s Lexus is parked at one edge of the parking lot, half-inside the circle of light cast by an overhead streetlight. He directs Annie there with a hand on her waist, subtly steering her clear of puddles on the asphalt on the way. When he goes to open the passenger door for her, she spins and leans against the door until it closes, tugging at Jeff’s jacket with a suddenness that makes him stumble forward. Annie fists her hands in his jacket and smiles up at him, giggling softly under her breath.
“Jeff are you drunk?”
“Uh, no, you’re just weirdly fast and coordinated when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
Jeff pulls one of her knees up and presses her further back against the car with his hips, working in slow movements against her until she draws in a sharp breath against his mouth.
“No?” He wraps his other hand around her wrist and tugs her hand away from his jacket, pinning it against the window of the car next to her head.
“I’m . . .” she trails off, working her free hand under Jeff’s shirt to his hip, tugging and pulling as he thrusts gently against her, urging him for more. Her smile grows. “I’m in charge,” she finishes, pulling him down to kiss her.
“You get off on that, don’t you?” he asks huskily
She smiles wider, blushing. “But I like-” she doesn’t finish, her voice failing as Jeff drops to crouch in front of her and works his hands underneath her skirt. He tugs at her tights and squints up at her framed by the streetlight.
“Me too,” he answers, grinning up at her with dark eyes.
Annie glances around quickly. The parking lot is still full of cars and empty of people; the trivia tournament is the main draw to the bar tonight and it’s still going strong. The rest of the street is similarly quiet since it’s a weekday night.
She looks back down at Jeff, his hands still working at her tights, tugging them down around her hips but keeping her covered. She slides her fingers into his hair and looks over her shoulder one more time before widening her stance and leaning back against the car, nodding to Jeff as he shoves her skirt up, fisting his hands in her tights and pulling them down. He gets them down past her knees and presses her legs further apart, pulling her underwear aside and delving a finger inside her quickly.
“Oh my god,” Annie gasps under her breath, conscious of her volume even though she didn’t see or hear anyone nearby. They’re still out in the open.
She clutches ineffectually at the smooth surface of the car window. Jeff’s hot breath fans over her thighs and he moves in and presses his mouth against her through her underwear, running his tongue against the fabric and groaning low in his throat.
“Shh,” she hisses, but tightens her fingers in his hair at the same time and her knees buckle the tiniest bit, pressing her tighter against his mouth. He scrapes at her with his teeth and sucks at her clit through the now-soaked material and she closes her eyes and lets her head drop back against the roof of the car.
She feels him pull away and tug her underwear down below her knees as well, fidgeting with the bunched up fabric stretched around her calves and she finally gasps, “Just rip them.”
She looks down and watches him wrap the filmy material of her tights in his fists and tear one leg from the other, then do the same with her underwear, leaving everything in tatters around her ankles and murmuring a breathy “Fuck, come here,” as he leans in again and buries his face between her legs.
The night air is cold and clammy on Annie’s skin but his mouth is hot and his hands are too, curving around to grip the backs of her thighs. Her hips buck involuntarily against his mouth and he grunts encouragingly and delves his tongue deep inside her. Annie writhes, unable to stop herself even though she has a brief thought that she must be suffocating him.
Jeff’s fingers rub impatiently at her thighs and he keeps scooting them higher until he’s brushing against the curve of her butt and then she curls her hips against his mouth and he just slides his hands up to cup her bare ass under her skirt and shrugs one of her calves up over his shoulder.
Annie lets out a gasp and looks around again, but she can’t focus on anything except what Jeff is doing to her with his mouth, tongue plunging in and out at turns before he moves up to flick and suck at her clit and circle his tongue there too. She curls her leg tight over his shoulder, works her hips against his mouth, feeling his lips buzz with a deep groan, and clenches her eyes shut tight as she feels the first waves of an orgasm work their way through her.
A door slams somewhere, followed by raucous laughter, and Annie freezes in the midst of coming, eyes popping wide open as she scrambles to get both her feet back on the ground even though her legs still feel like jelly. Jeff shoots to his feet and swipes a hand over his mouth, whipping his head around to see where the noise came from and leaning close, shielding Annie from view as she yanks her skirt down to cover herself.
“Do you see anyone?” she asks breathlessly. She tries bringing one foot up so she can reach her tights to pull them back up but she stumbles against Jeff’s chest and realizes quickly there’s no hope of recovering the tights or her underwear.
“No, nobody. Shit,” he mutters shakily. He rakes a hand through his hair and looks down at her. His hands fall to her shoulders and he smiles nervously. Annie glances up at him and smiles back, letting out a long breath around a laugh.
“Okay?” he asks, and she nods, looking down and letting another breath out through her mouth before she looks back up at him. She glances side to side furtively before leaning into him and sliding a hand down to palm at his jeans.
“Take me home?” she asks, smiling.
Jeff leans into her touch and chuckles darkly. “So sweet now that you got what you wanted, huh?”
Annie shrugs and grins up at him through her eyelashes. Jeff reaches around to open the car door for her, pulling away to walk stiffly to the driver’s side and get in. She settles in her seat just as a group of guys around her age walk past the car, laughing loudly. She pauses mid-reach to slip her shoes off and pull her shredded tights and underwear the rest of the way off.
When she sits up and tucks them into her purse Jeff mumbles, “Sorry,” around a devious grin and reaches over to rest a hand over her knee.
Annie smiles to herself and curls her fingers around his wrist and then slides them up his forearm, higher and over his shoulder until she’s toying with his earlobe and trailing her knuckles against the side of his neck. He taps his fingers against her bare leg and smiles, keeping his eyes on the road.
It’s a short car ride back to Annie’s apartment and once they get upstairs and Annie gets the door open she spins, wrapping her arms around Jeff’s neck and kissing him as she drags him inside.
They make it to her bedroom - knocking around corners and into furniture on their way - and
Jeff clumsily kicks the door behind him, not bothering to reach back and close it all the way when Annie yanks him toward her and backs them up against the wall. Jeff ups the ante, scooping her up so she can wrap her legs around his hips and cling to his shoulders as he kisses her neck. Her head lolls to one side to let him lick and suck at her skin, but she protests breathily,
“It’s your turn.”
Jeff huffs out a laugh. “You don’t want to go again?”
“Oh,” she murmurs, her voice faraway.
Jeff grins against her throat. “It’s only fair,” he says as he works a hand under her skirt, “since we were interrupted before.”
He has his fingers inside her in moments and she clutches erratically at his jacket. “But then, you were being very impatient,” he presses upward with the tip of his thumb and she catches her breath. “. . . so maybe you deserved it.”
Annie whines until it turns into a moan. It doesn’t take long before she’s slick and wet and starting to clench around his fingers.
Jeff leans in and bites at her ear. “Come for me again,” he whispers, and she lets out a groan, her nails digging into the back of Jeff’s neck. She shudders in his arms, already wrung out and clenching tight to keep upright, but the release still tingles in her muscles and pulls a long sigh from her throat.
As she comes down her grip on his neck falters and Jeff lets her down slowly, holding her waist as her feet hit the floor. Annie keeps sinking down, letting Jeff’s hands slide up over her arms and hers trail down his sides to his hips as she settles on her knees in front of him.
Jeff watches her with dark eyes as she carefully unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants, pausing to slip her hand inside and palm at him through his underwear as she sneaks a look up at him. Still flushed and breathing hard from her second orgasm, she smiles up at his dumbstruck expression and tugs his jeans and briefs down to his knees.
She plays her hand over him and trails her other up and down his thigh, tracing along lines of muscle and nuzzling into his palm when he combs his fingers lightly through her hair. He nudges at her lips with his thumb and she smiles and licks the pad of his finger. She turns her face then and guides him into her mouth, bobbing forward and back slowly and taking him deeper every time.
Annie’s phone vibrates in her purse, carelessly slung onto the dresser she’s now kneeling beside. She pops her mouth off of Jeff’s now fully-hard dick and replaces her mouth with her hand.
“Can you see who it is? They might be on their way back,” she asks breathlessly, her tongue feeling a little clumsy.
Jeff grumbles under his breath and reaches over to snag her purse and rifle through it for the phone, dropping the tattered remains of her tights to the floor in the process. He drops the purse as well once he finds the phone and punches at the buttons a few times before tossing it on the dresser with a clatter. “You didn’t want anything from Shakey’s right?”
Annie rolls her eyes and shakes her head and Jeff leans one forearm against the wall, his other hand trailing over her cheek.
“We have to hurry, they’ll be back before too long.”
Jeff’s about to answer when her mouth is on him again, licking enthusiastically before she seals her lips around the head and sucks firmly.
“Yesss,” Jeff hisses, letting his eyes fall closed and leaning more of his weight against the wall.
Annie smiles and runs her hands up and down over his thighs, enjoying the feel of the taut muscle. She tugs him forward slightly, deeper into her mouth.
Jeff moans and complies, letting her pull him forward, but he stays still and she stops bobbing forward and back after a moment, glancing up at him through her lashes. Annie tugs at the backs of his thighs again and Jeff wrenches his eyes open and stares down at her.
Her fingers tighten once more and he moves his hips tentatively forward, then back and forward again, gasping out “Jesus, fucking- Annie,” when she catches his eye and smiles up at him around a mouthful of his cock. He pulls his hand away from her cheek and presses it in a tight fist against the wall instead to try to keep some semblance of control as he starts to fuck gently into her mouth.
She hums and scratches lightly at his skin, her lips sealed carefully around him and her head held still as he thrusts. Annie closes her eyes and relaxes her throat, urging him a little deeper when she’s ready and reveling in the tight breathy moans Jeff lets out every time he cracks an eye open to look down at her.
Jeff starts to reach for her blindly and barely grits out, “Babe, I’m gonna-” before he’s suddenly coming down her throat, groaning and clutching at her hand now clasped at his hip. Annie holds on and swallows quickly, her eyes popping open and landing on his fingers clenched over hers against his skin.
Jeff pulls away after a few moments, turns and leans his back against the wall to tug his pants back up before sliding down it to sit next to Annie who’s crumpled to the floor as well with her legs folded under her. She lists over against his arm and her head falls to his shoulder as she reaches up to wipe at the corners of her mouth. He reaches up with one hand and curls it over her neck and she hums weakly in response.
“That was . . .”
“Mmm,” she answers.
“Yeah.”
She lifts her head to see him and his eyes are wide and glazed and his breathing is still heavy. She tucks her head back against his shoulder and puffs out her cheeks with her exhale.
Jeff laughs softly.
“They’re gonna be home soon,” she says, tapping Jeff’s arm lightly.
“Okay.”
“Jeff,” Annie shoves against his arm, laughing.
“Okay,” he repeats, dragging himself to his feet.
He reaches down to help her up and Annie rolls up onto her knees before taking his hand and letting him pull her up. Just as they’re leaving her room after they finish righting their clothes they hear Troy and Abed in the hallway outside the door. Annie shoves Jeff into the bathroom and runs to fling herself into one of the chairs in the living room and turn on the TV. She’s still breathing a little hard when the door opens and Troy and Abed spill in, each using a different accent in a rapid fire conversation about layers of reality.
“Hey guys!” Annie chirps. From the bathroom the toilet flushes and the sink turns on a moment later.
“Is somebody here?” Troy asks, stopping short and looking around suspiciously.
“Hey guys,” Jeff strolls out of the bathroom and pulls his keys out of his pocket, swinging them around one finger. “Hey kiddo, I think I’m just gonna head home. Raincheck on that movie?”
“Sure,” she answers, climbing to her knees in the chair and turning around to rest her elbows on the back. She smiles and Jeff shoots her a wink as he slips out the front door.
Abed stares at Annie for a beat and she clears her throat delicately.
“You’re in my chair.”
Annie rolls her eyes and climbs out of the chair, brushing past Troy and Abed on the way to her room.
“Goodnight,” she sighs. Once she closes the door behind her she picks up her ripped tights from the floor and tucks them neatly into a drawer in her bedside table.
fandom: Community
pairing: Annie/Jeff
rating: NC-17 more oral...way more
word count: 5,056
spoilers: all aired canon to be safe. Comes after Follow You into the Park, which follows Never Could Be Sweeter Than with You. dearygirl is the best beta/friend in ever. Um, everybody said the last one was like crazy hot, but in my mind this one is way more intense? So...please don't die, guys.
_
Jeff slouches into Abed’s favorite bar, the Idiot Box, on Wednesday night.
It’s been a week since this thing with Annie started, “this thing” being her coming to his apartment and them getting each other off in various ways, although to be fair it’s only happened twice.
Abed invited Jeff to the TV trivia tournament as they left the study room for lunch and Annie had caught Jeff’s eye briefly with an inscrutable look before she kept walking. Distracted, Jeff mumbled a non-committal agreement to Abed and had forgotten about it by the time he got home that afternoon.
That is until Annie texts him at 9:30 that night: “where are youuu”
He frowns at his for a moment, getting a sudden sense of déjà vu of the last time she’d texted him that weekend and the way they’d spent the afternoon - her finishing a paper and then crawling into bed with him as he napped and proceeding to wake him up . . . creatively - before he shrugs into a jacket and heads out.
The place is decent-sized, just one big space with the walls lined with half-moon booths and tables scattered in the open space and every bit of available wall space is filled with a screen; the wall behind the bar is lined with them and every walled-off booth along the perimeter has its own flat screen.
Abed waves to him from the booth he and Troy are sharing with Annie, and when she sees Jeff approaching she waves animatedly.
“Hey guys,” Jeff greets them as he slides into the booth next to Annie.
“Jeffff! You caaaame!” Annie, giggling, throws her arms around him and squeezes, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Annie’s doing really good at trivia tonight,” Troy says, a little too loudly and without inflection. He glares at Jeff and shakes his head slowly from side to side.
“Annie’s really wasted,” Abed clarifies as he studies the remote keypad they use to answer trivia questions displayed on every TV screen throughout the place.
“I see that,” Jeff says, raising his eyebrows at Troy, who rolls his eyes and shrugs in return. “Hey Kiddo,” Jeff adds, addressing Annie who’s still draped over him. “Having a good time?”
“Uh-huh.” Annie nods against his shoulder and picks up her drink to suck at the straw.
“Let me get the next round,” Jeff offers. He takes a quick inventory of the table; Troy and Abed have a pair of nearly empty beer bottles between them, there are three overturned shot glasses in the center of the table, and three empty glasses in front of Annie.
“I’ll come with!” Annie pipes up and wriggles out of the booth behind Jeff as he gets up. Annie darts in front of Jeff and positions herself between him and the bar, caged on either side by his arms as he leans his hands against the padded edge.
“Uh, hi,” Jeff grins down at her.
“Hi,” she repeats, smiling brightly. She clasps her hands behind her back for a moment and looks up at him through her lashes. Jeff tilts his head to one side and watches her.
“What’s this?” he asks, looking her over briefly. Her cardigan is a little askew, almost falling off one shoulder as she shrugs in response.
“Nothing.”
“Really.”
“Of course. I’m just saying hi.”
“Uh-huh.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing.”
Jeff leans in a little and watches Annie’s eyes widen in anticipation as he does. He pulls her cardigan back onto her shoulder and Annie takes the opportunity to unclasp her hands and lean into him, her hands sneaking up to his sides inside his jacket.
The bartender finally acknowledges him and Jeff leans closer to give his order over the top of Annie’s head. She tilts her chin up, nose brushing over his neck and traces the tip of her tongue over his Adam’s apple. Jeff slides a hand through her hair quickly, leaning away after a moment.
“Nothing, huh?” he repeats.
Annie’s fingers trail over his belt and under his shirt to scratch at his skin lightly, tracing around his hipbones. Jeff twitches and snatches her hands away quickly, holding her wrists lightly in one hand and using the other to wag a long finger at her.
“Public place, babe, careful.”
“I don’t care.”
“You think you don’t care because you’re drunk. If you weren’t, you’d care.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Uh, because you magically manage to restrain yourself at school.”
“Well, that’s school, now we’re just out.”
“Yeah, with Abed and Troy.”
“They don’t care, they’re playing trivia.”
Annie leans in again, sliding her hands out of his easily and snaking her arms around Jeff’s waist under his jacket again. She scratches at the small of his back through his shirt and he lets his hands fall back to propping him up against the edge of the bar on either side of her.
“I’m pretty sure they’ll notice if I crawl under the table,” Jeff says in a low voice. Annie inhales and blushes as Jeff smiles down at her dangerously.
The bartender sets their drinks down and Jeff extricates himself from Annie to pull out his wallet. Annie pouts when he hands her two bottles to carry back to the table, and Jeff chuckles at her and gives her ass a little smack before he picks up the remaining two drinks and follows her back to the booth.
Troy and Abed seem happy enough to play trivia mostly in peace now that they’ve positioned Jeff to distract Annie and if he thinks about that too hard he wonders if they really forgot about her at his place the week before or if they chose not to remember to come back for her. She’s not even a bad drunk, he thinks darkly as she chatters beside him, leaned up against his arm.
When Troy gets up to go to the bathroom and Abed goes to the bar to get the next round Annie wastes no time abandoning her drink on the table and turning her body even more into Jeff’s, curling her arms around one of his and resting her chin on his shoulder.
“Take me home?”
Jeff swirls the Scotch in his glass and watches the reflections from the TVs in the sticky table top. “You wanna come home with me?”
“I can’t spend the night again, they’ll think . . . they’ll think something.”
“So you want a ride.”
When he catches her eye he’s legitimately shocked at the sly smile on her face. “You want me to drive you to your apartment,” he amends, grinning even as he rolls his eyes at her.
She’s drawing designs on his thigh over his jeans now.
“You could . . . come in, if you want,” she says, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. She pulls herself a little more upright and nuzzles against his neck, her lips brushing his ear when she repeats, “take me home, Jeff.”
“Bossy,” he mutters back around a smile. He spies Troy heading back over from the corner of his eye and reaches over to squeeze Annie’s knee. She miraculously takes the hint and disentangles herself from him so they’re sitting as they were before by the time Troy’s nodding at them as he waits for Abed to come over and slide back into his spot in the booth with their drinks.
Jeff’s hand still rests on Annie’s knee, her tights smooth under his fingers. He thanks Abed for the beer he’d requested and smoothes his palm up Annie’s thigh as he takes a drink.
Annie’s legs first clench together, then part slightly after a moment. He glances over at her and she’s wide-eyed, staring into her drink and stirring it erratically. Jeff nudges her side gently with his elbow and she catches his eye for just a moment, smiling when he winks at her. He swirls his fingertips over her leg in a lazy pattern, edging higher and higher before dipping back towards her knee. Annie clears her throat and parts her knees a little more.
Jeff answers a question in the trivia game and sets his bottle down to high five Troy. Beneath the table he nudges Annie’s legs further apart and bites his tongue to keep from making a sound when he can finally reach the apex of her thighs. Heat rolls off of her skin as he traces up the seam of her tights with his pinky finger.
Annie shifts again, resting her elbows on the table and sliding her hips just slightly forward to nudge more firmly against his hand. Jeff grips and tugs at her inner thigh, pulling her leg up to rest over his own knee and taking his time to circle his fingertips slowly upwards again.
He takes a slow sip of his beer and glances around the bar casually, grinning to himself when one of Annie’s hands drops to his leg. He turns his attention back to the table after a moment, squinting in concentration as he pretends to focus on the question they just received while his thumb slowly delves in a long upwards stroke, pausing to circle and press in a spot that makes Annie’s hand clench tight on his leg.
She leans over to conference with Abed about another question, and when Jeff sneaks a glance at her there’s a flush creeping over her throat that he recognizes. She’s fiddling with the straw in her drink, dragging it slowly in and out of her glass in a rhythm that matches his movements under her skirt, constrained as they are.
Suddenly her hand slides up Jeff’s thigh and she palms at him over his jeans, light pressure and a quick squeeze here and there. Jeff covers a groan by clearing his throat and Annie catches his eye and grins at him. He’s almost got his fingertips hooked under the edge of her underwear through her tights but without ripping them he can’t get any further.
Annie’s fingers are sliding up over the button of Jeff’s jeans when Troy and Abed erupt in confused anger at the latest scores being displayed on the screens and they both slide out of the booth with the game remote and head over to the guy running the game from the DJ booth.
Jeff turns and has to pull his hand from between Annie’s legs because of the angle, but he grabs at her hip with his other hand and pulls her a little closer as he leans in, his back turned to the rest of the room and effectively shielding them from view as she curls her fingers into the neckline of his shirt and pulls him in for a kiss.
“Take. Me. Home. Jeff,” she murmurs against his mouth.
“So bossy tonight,” he mutters back. He glances over his shoulder and sees a little group of trivia game players has now formed around the DJ booth.
“Maybe I like to be in charge sometimes,” Annie answers, biting lightly at his earlobe and trailing her lips over a vein standing out in his neck.
“Oh I know you do,” he murmurs. Annie crosses her legs primly so both are resting over his knee, her feet dangling off the floor. She bobs one ankle up and down and smiles at him impishly when he turns back to face her with a grin.
“But so do I,” Jeff adds, reaching down to slide a hand up her thigh and under her skirt again, this time reaching up to grab her ass and yank her up closer against him so she’s almost totally in his lap. He leans further over her until she’s about to tip backwards against the seat of the booth.
Her eyes flare dark and challenging for a second and she slides a hand back down his stomach, arching her back and pressing against his chest, curling her other arm around his neck to keep herself upright.
She glances over his shoulder and quickly slides back to sitting upright and properly in the booth with her feet resting on the floor, her ankles crossed and her hands folded in her lap. Jeff follows suit, leaning his elbows on the table and twirling his beer bottle on its edge back and forth.
“Resolved?” he asks as Troy and Abed slide back into the booth. He barely hears the reply when the toe of Annie’s shoe nudges up his calf. She makes a show of yawning and slumping.
“You okay?” Troy asks.
“I’m just getting tired all of a sudden,” Annie murmurs around another yawn.
Troy glances at his phone for the time. “We still have two more rounds . . .” he trails off. Abed keeps his eyes totally averted, buried again in the game.
“You guys stay, I’ll take her,” Jeff cuts in easily. He tips back the rest of his beer and slides out of the booth, stepping back to let Annie pass.
“Thanks man. See you at home, Annie.”
“Bye,” Abed adds emphatically, holding up a hand in a motionless wave without looking up.
They don’t make it to the exit. Annie fairly dances around Jeff as they make their way across the bar, walking backwards in front of him and sneaking her hands up under his shirt again while he brushes her away.
“Can you wait ten minutes?” he laughs, caging her hands in his and maneuvering her to his side so he can hook his arm around her shoulders and make her walk forwards.
“No,” she retorts, turning and snaking her fingers underneath the neckline of his shirt as she goes up to her tiptoes to nudge his shoulder with her chin.
Jeff glances over her head and sees the hallway leading to the bathrooms and quickly navigates them towards it, silencing Annie’s outcry of protest by leaning in to press her back to the wall and kiss her roughly. She responds with delight, curling her arms around his neck and arching up against him as she opens her mouth to let his tongue in. Jeff pulls away and glances over his shoulder after a few moments when a woman yelling into her cell phone stumbles past. Annie arches her hips against his and he looks down at her warningly.
“This’ll be more fun if you let me take you home.”
She pouts and folds her arms. Jeff' laughs and leans in, palming at her. “How did I never know you were so insatiable?”
“You never asked,” she purrs back, slipping past him and tugging on his elbow until he follows her to the exit.
Jeff’s Lexus is parked at one edge of the parking lot, half-inside the circle of light cast by an overhead streetlight. He directs Annie there with a hand on her waist, subtly steering her clear of puddles on the asphalt on the way. When he goes to open the passenger door for her, she spins and leans against the door until it closes, tugging at Jeff’s jacket with a suddenness that makes him stumble forward. Annie fists her hands in his jacket and smiles up at him, giggling softly under her breath.
“Jeff are you drunk?”
“Uh, no, you’re just weirdly fast and coordinated when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
Jeff pulls one of her knees up and presses her further back against the car with his hips, working in slow movements against her until she draws in a sharp breath against his mouth.
“No?” He wraps his other hand around her wrist and tugs her hand away from his jacket, pinning it against the window of the car next to her head.
“I’m . . .” she trails off, working her free hand under Jeff’s shirt to his hip, tugging and pulling as he thrusts gently against her, urging him for more. Her smile grows. “I’m in charge,” she finishes, pulling him down to kiss her.
“You get off on that, don’t you?” he asks huskily
She smiles wider, blushing. “But I like-” she doesn’t finish, her voice failing as Jeff drops to crouch in front of her and works his hands underneath her skirt. He tugs at her tights and squints up at her framed by the streetlight.
“Me too,” he answers, grinning up at her with dark eyes.
Annie glances around quickly. The parking lot is still full of cars and empty of people; the trivia tournament is the main draw to the bar tonight and it’s still going strong. The rest of the street is similarly quiet since it’s a weekday night.
She looks back down at Jeff, his hands still working at her tights, tugging them down around her hips but keeping her covered. She slides her fingers into his hair and looks over her shoulder one more time before widening her stance and leaning back against the car, nodding to Jeff as he shoves her skirt up, fisting his hands in her tights and pulling them down. He gets them down past her knees and presses her legs further apart, pulling her underwear aside and delving a finger inside her quickly.
“Oh my god,” Annie gasps under her breath, conscious of her volume even though she didn’t see or hear anyone nearby. They’re still out in the open.
She clutches ineffectually at the smooth surface of the car window. Jeff’s hot breath fans over her thighs and he moves in and presses his mouth against her through her underwear, running his tongue against the fabric and groaning low in his throat.
“Shh,” she hisses, but tightens her fingers in his hair at the same time and her knees buckle the tiniest bit, pressing her tighter against his mouth. He scrapes at her with his teeth and sucks at her clit through the now-soaked material and she closes her eyes and lets her head drop back against the roof of the car.
She feels him pull away and tug her underwear down below her knees as well, fidgeting with the bunched up fabric stretched around her calves and she finally gasps, “Just rip them.”
She looks down and watches him wrap the filmy material of her tights in his fists and tear one leg from the other, then do the same with her underwear, leaving everything in tatters around her ankles and murmuring a breathy “Fuck, come here,” as he leans in again and buries his face between her legs.
The night air is cold and clammy on Annie’s skin but his mouth is hot and his hands are too, curving around to grip the backs of her thighs. Her hips buck involuntarily against his mouth and he grunts encouragingly and delves his tongue deep inside her. Annie writhes, unable to stop herself even though she has a brief thought that she must be suffocating him.
Jeff’s fingers rub impatiently at her thighs and he keeps scooting them higher until he’s brushing against the curve of her butt and then she curls her hips against his mouth and he just slides his hands up to cup her bare ass under her skirt and shrugs one of her calves up over his shoulder.
Annie lets out a gasp and looks around again, but she can’t focus on anything except what Jeff is doing to her with his mouth, tongue plunging in and out at turns before he moves up to flick and suck at her clit and circle his tongue there too. She curls her leg tight over his shoulder, works her hips against his mouth, feeling his lips buzz with a deep groan, and clenches her eyes shut tight as she feels the first waves of an orgasm work their way through her.
A door slams somewhere, followed by raucous laughter, and Annie freezes in the midst of coming, eyes popping wide open as she scrambles to get both her feet back on the ground even though her legs still feel like jelly. Jeff shoots to his feet and swipes a hand over his mouth, whipping his head around to see where the noise came from and leaning close, shielding Annie from view as she yanks her skirt down to cover herself.
“Do you see anyone?” she asks breathlessly. She tries bringing one foot up so she can reach her tights to pull them back up but she stumbles against Jeff’s chest and realizes quickly there’s no hope of recovering the tights or her underwear.
“No, nobody. Shit,” he mutters shakily. He rakes a hand through his hair and looks down at her. His hands fall to her shoulders and he smiles nervously. Annie glances up at him and smiles back, letting out a long breath around a laugh.
“Okay?” he asks, and she nods, looking down and letting another breath out through her mouth before she looks back up at him. She glances side to side furtively before leaning into him and sliding a hand down to palm at his jeans.
“Take me home?” she asks, smiling.
Jeff leans into her touch and chuckles darkly. “So sweet now that you got what you wanted, huh?”
Annie shrugs and grins up at him through her eyelashes. Jeff reaches around to open the car door for her, pulling away to walk stiffly to the driver’s side and get in. She settles in her seat just as a group of guys around her age walk past the car, laughing loudly. She pauses mid-reach to slip her shoes off and pull her shredded tights and underwear the rest of the way off.
When she sits up and tucks them into her purse Jeff mumbles, “Sorry,” around a devious grin and reaches over to rest a hand over her knee.
Annie smiles to herself and curls her fingers around his wrist and then slides them up his forearm, higher and over his shoulder until she’s toying with his earlobe and trailing her knuckles against the side of his neck. He taps his fingers against her bare leg and smiles, keeping his eyes on the road.
It’s a short car ride back to Annie’s apartment and once they get upstairs and Annie gets the door open she spins, wrapping her arms around Jeff’s neck and kissing him as she drags him inside.
They make it to her bedroom - knocking around corners and into furniture on their way - and
Jeff clumsily kicks the door behind him, not bothering to reach back and close it all the way when Annie yanks him toward her and backs them up against the wall. Jeff ups the ante, scooping her up so she can wrap her legs around his hips and cling to his shoulders as he kisses her neck. Her head lolls to one side to let him lick and suck at her skin, but she protests breathily,
“It’s your turn.”
Jeff huffs out a laugh. “You don’t want to go again?”
“Oh,” she murmurs, her voice faraway.
Jeff grins against her throat. “It’s only fair,” he says as he works a hand under her skirt, “since we were interrupted before.”
He has his fingers inside her in moments and she clutches erratically at his jacket. “But then, you were being very impatient,” he presses upward with the tip of his thumb and she catches her breath. “. . . so maybe you deserved it.”
Annie whines until it turns into a moan. It doesn’t take long before she’s slick and wet and starting to clench around his fingers.
Jeff leans in and bites at her ear. “Come for me again,” he whispers, and she lets out a groan, her nails digging into the back of Jeff’s neck. She shudders in his arms, already wrung out and clenching tight to keep upright, but the release still tingles in her muscles and pulls a long sigh from her throat.
As she comes down her grip on his neck falters and Jeff lets her down slowly, holding her waist as her feet hit the floor. Annie keeps sinking down, letting Jeff’s hands slide up over her arms and hers trail down his sides to his hips as she settles on her knees in front of him.
Jeff watches her with dark eyes as she carefully unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants, pausing to slip her hand inside and palm at him through his underwear as she sneaks a look up at him. Still flushed and breathing hard from her second orgasm, she smiles up at his dumbstruck expression and tugs his jeans and briefs down to his knees.
She plays her hand over him and trails her other up and down his thigh, tracing along lines of muscle and nuzzling into his palm when he combs his fingers lightly through her hair. He nudges at her lips with his thumb and she smiles and licks the pad of his finger. She turns her face then and guides him into her mouth, bobbing forward and back slowly and taking him deeper every time.
Annie’s phone vibrates in her purse, carelessly slung onto the dresser she’s now kneeling beside. She pops her mouth off of Jeff’s now fully-hard dick and replaces her mouth with her hand.
“Can you see who it is? They might be on their way back,” she asks breathlessly, her tongue feeling a little clumsy.
Jeff grumbles under his breath and reaches over to snag her purse and rifle through it for the phone, dropping the tattered remains of her tights to the floor in the process. He drops the purse as well once he finds the phone and punches at the buttons a few times before tossing it on the dresser with a clatter. “You didn’t want anything from Shakey’s right?”
Annie rolls her eyes and shakes her head and Jeff leans one forearm against the wall, his other hand trailing over her cheek.
“We have to hurry, they’ll be back before too long.”
Jeff’s about to answer when her mouth is on him again, licking enthusiastically before she seals her lips around the head and sucks firmly.
“Yesss,” Jeff hisses, letting his eyes fall closed and leaning more of his weight against the wall.
Annie smiles and runs her hands up and down over his thighs, enjoying the feel of the taut muscle. She tugs him forward slightly, deeper into her mouth.
Jeff moans and complies, letting her pull him forward, but he stays still and she stops bobbing forward and back after a moment, glancing up at him through her lashes. Annie tugs at the backs of his thighs again and Jeff wrenches his eyes open and stares down at her.
Her fingers tighten once more and he moves his hips tentatively forward, then back and forward again, gasping out “Jesus, fucking- Annie,” when she catches his eye and smiles up at him around a mouthful of his cock. He pulls his hand away from her cheek and presses it in a tight fist against the wall instead to try to keep some semblance of control as he starts to fuck gently into her mouth.
She hums and scratches lightly at his skin, her lips sealed carefully around him and her head held still as he thrusts. Annie closes her eyes and relaxes her throat, urging him a little deeper when she’s ready and reveling in the tight breathy moans Jeff lets out every time he cracks an eye open to look down at her.
Jeff starts to reach for her blindly and barely grits out, “Babe, I’m gonna-” before he’s suddenly coming down her throat, groaning and clutching at her hand now clasped at his hip. Annie holds on and swallows quickly, her eyes popping open and landing on his fingers clenched over hers against his skin.
Jeff pulls away after a few moments, turns and leans his back against the wall to tug his pants back up before sliding down it to sit next to Annie who’s crumpled to the floor as well with her legs folded under her. She lists over against his arm and her head falls to his shoulder as she reaches up to wipe at the corners of her mouth. He reaches up with one hand and curls it over her neck and she hums weakly in response.
“That was . . .”
“Mmm,” she answers.
“Yeah.”
She lifts her head to see him and his eyes are wide and glazed and his breathing is still heavy. She tucks her head back against his shoulder and puffs out her cheeks with her exhale.
Jeff laughs softly.
“They’re gonna be home soon,” she says, tapping Jeff’s arm lightly.
“Okay.”
“Jeff,” Annie shoves against his arm, laughing.
“Okay,” he repeats, dragging himself to his feet.
He reaches down to help her up and Annie rolls up onto her knees before taking his hand and letting him pull her up. Just as they’re leaving her room after they finish righting their clothes they hear Troy and Abed in the hallway outside the door. Annie shoves Jeff into the bathroom and runs to fling herself into one of the chairs in the living room and turn on the TV. She’s still breathing a little hard when the door opens and Troy and Abed spill in, each using a different accent in a rapid fire conversation about layers of reality.
“Hey guys!” Annie chirps. From the bathroom the toilet flushes and the sink turns on a moment later.
“Is somebody here?” Troy asks, stopping short and looking around suspiciously.
“Hey guys,” Jeff strolls out of the bathroom and pulls his keys out of his pocket, swinging them around one finger. “Hey kiddo, I think I’m just gonna head home. Raincheck on that movie?”
“Sure,” she answers, climbing to her knees in the chair and turning around to rest her elbows on the back. She smiles and Jeff shoots her a wink as he slips out the front door.
Abed stares at Annie for a beat and she clears her throat delicately.
“You’re in my chair.”
Annie rolls her eyes and climbs out of the chair, brushing past Troy and Abed on the way to her room.
“Goodnight,” she sighs. Once she closes the door behind her she picks up her ripped tights from the floor and tucks them neatly into a drawer in her bedside table.