Between Skirts and Bullets (1/1)
Title: Between Skirts and Bullets
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: Fist Full of Paintballs
Word Count: 2231
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Community
Summary: Ficcy Friday request from teruel_a_witch with the prompt of a fic a steamy paintball related situation that possibly includes jealous!Jeff or too-worked-up-by-Annie's-outfit-and-sexy-gun-prowess-to-care-about-propriety-anymore!Jeff. Enjoy.
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Paint ball, a cash prize and determined-as-hell student body.
Her long skirt, never stood a chance.
She remembers following the group, running with it hiked up high as they ran for safety with Jeff and Abed protecting them. The sound of their weapons going off echoed in her ear, more than one scream bounced down the halls.
Then they took a wrong turn, and they found themselves in a middle of a war zone.
All around, adults and teens, teachers and students were releasing hell.
The Study Group broke, Shirley and Britta dodged one way, Troy and Pierce another.
Abed leaped forward, jumping right into the battle like a thin hurricane of paint ball fire, the bullets of the others couldn't seem to touch him he was so fast. In another time, in a another place, he would have a great warrior.
Or the very least an intergalactic fighter.
In that second, she wanted to join him. She could feel her heart beat increase and the will to fight grow like a storm in her chest. Her finger caressed the plastic trigger of her gun, and stepped forward.
Annie felt Jeff hand grip her arm, warm and strong, pulling her quickly back and out of the way of gunfire. She knew his reasons of backing out, (risks didn't win the paint ball war, that and paint was hard to get out of his shirt.) but didn't know why he chose to save her as well.
"Jeff."
He didn't answer, he kept pulling her along like she was a misbehaved child, intent on getting her out of public to teach her a lesson.
She ignored her traitorous mind, that invoked images of what he could do to punish her, and twisted her arm out of his grip. He stopped, turned and glared down at her like she was incredibly stupid.
Like she was a child.
"What do you think you're doing Jeff?"
"Saving your ass."
Annie scoffed and backed away, of all the things to say.
"Save me? When did I ask you to do that?"
Face stone cold, but Annie could see her words had inflicted pain in his eyes.
"Annie, I-"
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her into the wall, she hissed in pain but it was drowned out by the fire of bullets and splatter of paint near her head.
"Run!" He screamed at her, she didn't need telling twice, her boots barely touched the floor as she tried to run down the length of the hall, but it was soon clear that her speed was drastically cut due to her outfit. She fumbled to keep all of it in her hands, but it was losing battle.
Jeff passed her, and ran into the storage room, keeping the door open for as she ran inside. What she hadn't expected was to see a fetal position, crying huddle of students. First years, young and scared. They were hiding.
"No. No. They'll bring the bullets and the pain!" A few of them whimpered, as the others began to rock back and forth. Jeff closed the door, but kept her close to him.
"Shut up. Or else." He gritted out at them, but Annie felt his anger and shuddered.
He really was too close.
Annie stepped forward, to get a closer look at the scared teens. Many of them wouldn't look up, too busy going insane, but a few raised their heads to look back at her.
"It's going to be over soon, these things don't usually last this long..." Annie spoke softly, reaching out to young girl around her age, perhaps someone she had talked to before. The ones that looked her, had wide, glazed over eyes.
"Protection..?" one them whispered, reaching out a hand to her while dropping their gaze to her weapon.
Annie, compassionate and caring, let go of her gun to hold the hand.
"Annie, don't-"
Too late.
Not having Abed's quick reflexes, she wasn't able to draw back when a horde of the haggled teens descended onto her, clawing and reaching to touch her. She squeaked, falling back, hating the feel of their dirty hands touching her body. Her arms, torso and legs. She felt them tug and rip at her shirt, skirt and hair.
"Don't fucking touch her!" Jeff pelted them with bullets, and actually began to knock some of them away with the heel of his boot. He grabbed her by the collar, and then by her waist, holding her up to him as he continued to beat them off.
At this point, even Annie was scrambling to protect herself, kicking and slapping at the hands, but still a few held onto her skirt, even when Jeff opened the door and dragged them across the hall to another room.
"Let go!" He yelled, struggling to keep his hold on Annie, he tried shaking the girl in his arms a bit to shake them off, but they gripped to her skirt like burs to fur. It was only with one kick to the face with Annie's boot did they let go. Jeff took the chance and pulled them into the Anthropology room and quickly slammed the door closed.
Again, he was second too late.
"Jeff!" Annie's skirt was caught in the door, and on the other side, the scavengers held tightly.
"Let her skirt go!" He yelled to them, stepping up to the peer out from the window in the door. He could see two of them, gripping her skirt and glaring up at him.
"Give us your guns!" They hissed in unison.
Jeff flipped them off and backed out of view.
Annie slumped to the floor, exhausted. "Just go Jeff, I can't go any where with this lunatics holding on to my skirt." she lolled her head onto her shoulders, "Seriously, what's up with them? We've only been playing for a few hours."
Jeff keeled in front of her, "They're just babies, not veterans of paint-war like us. Their simple minds can't handle it."
"Just like you thought I couldn't. That's why you pulled me away."
"Annie..."
"No Jeff. I know that's what you tried to do. You've been pretty obvious that you don't think I can handle anything. Not politics, not relationships, let alone paint ball. " She glared at him, eyebrow hiked up, "Guess this works out for you, having me out of the battle before it even begins."
He stares her down with a look of sadness, as if he's disappointed with her.
"You wouldn't have lasted two seconds, Annie."
He can look sad all her wants, that doesn't make her any less pissed off with him. She grips her gun to the point where she can feel the plastic edges press into her hand painfully. How dare he.
"Don't look at me like that," He demands, "-you wouldn't. You're not Abed, you can't just go out there guns blazing and expect to come out paint free!"
"How would you know!'
"-because you're Annie!"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means what it sounds like. You didn't win last year for a reason Annie, you get all determined and hot-headed and then you make a mistake and then you pay for it."
Annie stands up, furious, and Jeff for a moment feels a spark of fear. She's covered in dirt and dust, hair wild and clothes ripped but he's never found her so attractive. There's something about a wild, chaotic looking Annie that sends his blood aflame.
"That was last year Jeff. A lot of things have changed. We all have. Some for the better, some...not."
Cold. He's gone from feeling like his blood was boiling to it feeling like ice was in his veins in just a matter of seconds.
"I saved you from a mistake." He replies, but he's sure they aren't speaking about paint ball any more.
"You didn't save anyone, you're too fucking scared to make a move, Winger."
He steps forward, enough to feel her breath on his body as he sneers down at her.
"Scared of what exactly?"
She tilts her head up, "Where do I even start? The list is oh..." her gaze drops to his boots and then snaps back to his eyes, "-so...long."
It's sick how hard he gets, at the tone of her insult. He's got issues.
"If it's so long, then how about you just start with number one, though I'm surprised you wouldn't know to do that seeing how you're nearly anal retentive with lists." He snaps back.
Annie scoffs, "Er, how about how insecure you are?"
"What?" He's generally surprised and angry at her accusation.
"You.Are.Insecure." She pokes him in the chest with every word, "So what is it that makes you so insecure, hmm Jeff?"
He stares icily in light of her shy smile, knowing just how deceptively evil it was.
"Is it your body?" she continues, tone light and airy, she's enjoying messing with him.
He'll teach her tease. He takes that final step, making her smile drop and pressing his body to hers until there's no more room between them. He can feel her chest against his, each breath she takes makes him twitch. He's nearly positive that she can feel that too. -but he's quick to tell himself that this isn't anything but trying to prove his point.
"I think we both know that's not true." He grips her hips, relishing in the feeling of her in his hands.
What's his point again?
"No, suppose not." she whispers, before her smile returns. "Maybe you're just insecure about your age?"
He stills.
"Oh," her hands trail up his forearms, and lightly grip his biceps. "Is that it?"
"I'm not old." he grounds out, anger lacing his voice.
"No." she agrees, "-but you're not exactly young either."
He feels his jaw tighten, painfully.
"You aren't exactly twenty, Jeff? You have pains and aches, you do taxes and bills, there are so many other things that make you so different from all those young, able, single and willing men that roam this campus alone...Or maybe you're worried that you can't keep up any more, don't have the stamina-"
"-I'll show you fucking stamina." He growls, he captures her lips in a scorching kiss. When she lets out a gasp of surprise he pulls at her lower lip with his teeth gently before pushing his tongue in between her lips. This is by no means a gentle kiss, this is battle to prove her wrong.
And himself.
Annie surprised him, by giving back just as much as she got. Fighting for dominance, just as much as he was. Her delicate nails scratching at his shoulders, trying to find purchase to lift herself higher to him, he can feel her whole body strain to press back, but her damn skirt keeps her rooted.
He doesn't even let her go, instead, he grabs either side of the material and pulls. Hard.
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip
He feels her gasp, moan and shudder.
Then one of her legs hitch around his side, allowing to him to feel just how hot she felt under that damn skirt and he makes a moan of his own.
"Shit, Annie." his hand covers the leg, fingers spanning across the warm and soft flesh. She arches into him and he rapidly begins to bestow kisses to her cleavage. Her nails rake up his spine and grip his hair, causing his hips to jerk into her, both of them hiss in pleasure, his cock against her core is too much for either of them. He takes her lips again, hungry and greedy for so much more.
His hands curve downwards to grab her ass and haul her into his lap.
He pushes desperately against her, hard and fast, loving that her own hips rock against in the same manner. She nibbles at his ear, and drags her nails across his nipples.
He squeezes her ass, and guides her over his hardness again and again. Until he feels her burning body shake violently, and her legs tighten around him, nearly breaking his bones in the process.
Jeff pushes up against her a few more times, before he too tumbles over the edge.
For a brief moment, he just stands there with her ass in his hands, breathing hard, covered in sweat and feeling a certain growing wetness.
Holy shit.
He hasn't dry humped like that since he was a teen, and even then, he's pretty sure it wasn't that hot. In fact, he's pretty sure he's had sex, that wasn't that hot.
Annie, recovers faster then him, already placing her feet on the floor and righting her shirt.
Without even hesitating, he kisses her and again, and again. Shit, she was addictive.
"How about we just shoot each other and leave?" He offers, money is one thing, sex with Annie is another. Another that just is more important to him than any amount of money right now.
Annie doesn't answer right away, she kneels down to grab holster off the bits of her skirt and then to his alarm, aims her gun up at him.
"Sorry Jeff, I've got a war to win."
She winks before, cracking the door open and unleashing a wave of bullets on the unsuspecting fools on the other side and running away.
Jeff blinks, sighs and looks down at his pants.
"Damn it."
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Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: Fist Full of Paintballs
Word Count: 2231
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Community
Summary: Ficcy Friday request from teruel_a_witch with the prompt of a fic a steamy paintball related situation that possibly includes jealous!Jeff or too-worked-up-by-Annie's-outfit-and-sexy-gun-prowess-to-care-about-propriety-anymore!Jeff. Enjoy.
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Paint ball, a cash prize and determined-as-hell student body.
Her long skirt, never stood a chance.
She remembers following the group, running with it hiked up high as they ran for safety with Jeff and Abed protecting them. The sound of their weapons going off echoed in her ear, more than one scream bounced down the halls.
Then they took a wrong turn, and they found themselves in a middle of a war zone.
All around, adults and teens, teachers and students were releasing hell.
The Study Group broke, Shirley and Britta dodged one way, Troy and Pierce another.
Abed leaped forward, jumping right into the battle like a thin hurricane of paint ball fire, the bullets of the others couldn't seem to touch him he was so fast. In another time, in a another place, he would have a great warrior.
Or the very least an intergalactic fighter.
In that second, she wanted to join him. She could feel her heart beat increase and the will to fight grow like a storm in her chest. Her finger caressed the plastic trigger of her gun, and stepped forward.
Annie felt Jeff hand grip her arm, warm and strong, pulling her quickly back and out of the way of gunfire. She knew his reasons of backing out, (risks didn't win the paint ball war, that and paint was hard to get out of his shirt.) but didn't know why he chose to save her as well.
"Jeff."
He didn't answer, he kept pulling her along like she was a misbehaved child, intent on getting her out of public to teach her a lesson.
She ignored her traitorous mind, that invoked images of what he could do to punish her, and twisted her arm out of his grip. He stopped, turned and glared down at her like she was incredibly stupid.
Like she was a child.
"What do you think you're doing Jeff?"
"Saving your ass."
Annie scoffed and backed away, of all the things to say.
"Save me? When did I ask you to do that?"
Face stone cold, but Annie could see her words had inflicted pain in his eyes.
"Annie, I-"
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her into the wall, she hissed in pain but it was drowned out by the fire of bullets and splatter of paint near her head.
"Run!" He screamed at her, she didn't need telling twice, her boots barely touched the floor as she tried to run down the length of the hall, but it was soon clear that her speed was drastically cut due to her outfit. She fumbled to keep all of it in her hands, but it was losing battle.
Jeff passed her, and ran into the storage room, keeping the door open for as she ran inside. What she hadn't expected was to see a fetal position, crying huddle of students. First years, young and scared. They were hiding.
"No. No. They'll bring the bullets and the pain!" A few of them whimpered, as the others began to rock back and forth. Jeff closed the door, but kept her close to him.
"Shut up. Or else." He gritted out at them, but Annie felt his anger and shuddered.
He really was too close.
Annie stepped forward, to get a closer look at the scared teens. Many of them wouldn't look up, too busy going insane, but a few raised their heads to look back at her.
"It's going to be over soon, these things don't usually last this long..." Annie spoke softly, reaching out to young girl around her age, perhaps someone she had talked to before. The ones that looked her, had wide, glazed over eyes.
"Protection..?" one them whispered, reaching out a hand to her while dropping their gaze to her weapon.
Annie, compassionate and caring, let go of her gun to hold the hand.
"Annie, don't-"
Too late.
Not having Abed's quick reflexes, she wasn't able to draw back when a horde of the haggled teens descended onto her, clawing and reaching to touch her. She squeaked, falling back, hating the feel of their dirty hands touching her body. Her arms, torso and legs. She felt them tug and rip at her shirt, skirt and hair.
"Don't fucking touch her!" Jeff pelted them with bullets, and actually began to knock some of them away with the heel of his boot. He grabbed her by the collar, and then by her waist, holding her up to him as he continued to beat them off.
At this point, even Annie was scrambling to protect herself, kicking and slapping at the hands, but still a few held onto her skirt, even when Jeff opened the door and dragged them across the hall to another room.
"Let go!" He yelled, struggling to keep his hold on Annie, he tried shaking the girl in his arms a bit to shake them off, but they gripped to her skirt like burs to fur. It was only with one kick to the face with Annie's boot did they let go. Jeff took the chance and pulled them into the Anthropology room and quickly slammed the door closed.
Again, he was second too late.
"Jeff!" Annie's skirt was caught in the door, and on the other side, the scavengers held tightly.
"Let her skirt go!" He yelled to them, stepping up to the peer out from the window in the door. He could see two of them, gripping her skirt and glaring up at him.
"Give us your guns!" They hissed in unison.
Jeff flipped them off and backed out of view.
Annie slumped to the floor, exhausted. "Just go Jeff, I can't go any where with this lunatics holding on to my skirt." she lolled her head onto her shoulders, "Seriously, what's up with them? We've only been playing for a few hours."
Jeff keeled in front of her, "They're just babies, not veterans of paint-war like us. Their simple minds can't handle it."
"Just like you thought I couldn't. That's why you pulled me away."
"Annie..."
"No Jeff. I know that's what you tried to do. You've been pretty obvious that you don't think I can handle anything. Not politics, not relationships, let alone paint ball. " She glared at him, eyebrow hiked up, "Guess this works out for you, having me out of the battle before it even begins."
He stares her down with a look of sadness, as if he's disappointed with her.
"You wouldn't have lasted two seconds, Annie."
He can look sad all her wants, that doesn't make her any less pissed off with him. She grips her gun to the point where she can feel the plastic edges press into her hand painfully. How dare he.
"Don't look at me like that," He demands, "-you wouldn't. You're not Abed, you can't just go out there guns blazing and expect to come out paint free!"
"How would you know!'
"-because you're Annie!"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means what it sounds like. You didn't win last year for a reason Annie, you get all determined and hot-headed and then you make a mistake and then you pay for it."
Annie stands up, furious, and Jeff for a moment feels a spark of fear. She's covered in dirt and dust, hair wild and clothes ripped but he's never found her so attractive. There's something about a wild, chaotic looking Annie that sends his blood aflame.
"That was last year Jeff. A lot of things have changed. We all have. Some for the better, some...not."
Cold. He's gone from feeling like his blood was boiling to it feeling like ice was in his veins in just a matter of seconds.
"I saved you from a mistake." He replies, but he's sure they aren't speaking about paint ball any more.
"You didn't save anyone, you're too fucking scared to make a move, Winger."
He steps forward, enough to feel her breath on his body as he sneers down at her.
"Scared of what exactly?"
She tilts her head up, "Where do I even start? The list is oh..." her gaze drops to his boots and then snaps back to his eyes, "-so...long."
It's sick how hard he gets, at the tone of her insult. He's got issues.
"If it's so long, then how about you just start with number one, though I'm surprised you wouldn't know to do that seeing how you're nearly anal retentive with lists." He snaps back.
Annie scoffs, "Er, how about how insecure you are?"
"What?" He's generally surprised and angry at her accusation.
"You.Are.Insecure." She pokes him in the chest with every word, "So what is it that makes you so insecure, hmm Jeff?"
He stares icily in light of her shy smile, knowing just how deceptively evil it was.
"Is it your body?" she continues, tone light and airy, she's enjoying messing with him.
He'll teach her tease. He takes that final step, making her smile drop and pressing his body to hers until there's no more room between them. He can feel her chest against his, each breath she takes makes him twitch. He's nearly positive that she can feel that too. -but he's quick to tell himself that this isn't anything but trying to prove his point.
"I think we both know that's not true." He grips her hips, relishing in the feeling of her in his hands.
What's his point again?
"No, suppose not." she whispers, before her smile returns. "Maybe you're just insecure about your age?"
He stills.
"Oh," her hands trail up his forearms, and lightly grip his biceps. "Is that it?"
"I'm not old." he grounds out, anger lacing his voice.
"No." she agrees, "-but you're not exactly young either."
He feels his jaw tighten, painfully.
"You aren't exactly twenty, Jeff? You have pains and aches, you do taxes and bills, there are so many other things that make you so different from all those young, able, single and willing men that roam this campus alone...Or maybe you're worried that you can't keep up any more, don't have the stamina-"
"-I'll show you fucking stamina." He growls, he captures her lips in a scorching kiss. When she lets out a gasp of surprise he pulls at her lower lip with his teeth gently before pushing his tongue in between her lips. This is by no means a gentle kiss, this is battle to prove her wrong.
And himself.
Annie surprised him, by giving back just as much as she got. Fighting for dominance, just as much as he was. Her delicate nails scratching at his shoulders, trying to find purchase to lift herself higher to him, he can feel her whole body strain to press back, but her damn skirt keeps her rooted.
He doesn't even let her go, instead, he grabs either side of the material and pulls. Hard.
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip
He feels her gasp, moan and shudder.
Then one of her legs hitch around his side, allowing to him to feel just how hot she felt under that damn skirt and he makes a moan of his own.
"Shit, Annie." his hand covers the leg, fingers spanning across the warm and soft flesh. She arches into him and he rapidly begins to bestow kisses to her cleavage. Her nails rake up his spine and grip his hair, causing his hips to jerk into her, both of them hiss in pleasure, his cock against her core is too much for either of them. He takes her lips again, hungry and greedy for so much more.
His hands curve downwards to grab her ass and haul her into his lap.
He pushes desperately against her, hard and fast, loving that her own hips rock against in the same manner. She nibbles at his ear, and drags her nails across his nipples.
He squeezes her ass, and guides her over his hardness again and again. Until he feels her burning body shake violently, and her legs tighten around him, nearly breaking his bones in the process.
Jeff pushes up against her a few more times, before he too tumbles over the edge.
For a brief moment, he just stands there with her ass in his hands, breathing hard, covered in sweat and feeling a certain growing wetness.
Holy shit.
He hasn't dry humped like that since he was a teen, and even then, he's pretty sure it wasn't that hot. In fact, he's pretty sure he's had sex, that wasn't that hot.
Annie, recovers faster then him, already placing her feet on the floor and righting her shirt.
Without even hesitating, he kisses her and again, and again. Shit, she was addictive.
"How about we just shoot each other and leave?" He offers, money is one thing, sex with Annie is another. Another that just is more important to him than any amount of money right now.
Annie doesn't answer right away, she kneels down to grab holster off the bits of her skirt and then to his alarm, aims her gun up at him.
"Sorry Jeff, I've got a war to win."
She winks before, cracking the door open and unleashing a wave of bullets on the unsuspecting fools on the other side and running away.
Jeff blinks, sighs and looks down at his pants.
"Damn it."
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