Five things about Jeff that turn Annie on (1/2)
Title: Five things about Jeff that turn Annie on (1/2)
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1272
Disclaimer: I do not own Community.
Summary: This is a lovely prompt for Ficcy Friday, by the lovely teruel_a_witch. The second half will of course, be what Annie does to turn Jeff on.
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It's stupid.
It really is, that she some how finds him sexually attractive when he plays angry birds.
-but she does and as much as she tries to to tell herself otherwise, she does a lot.
She notice how completely drawn in he is, giving his phone and the lucky graphics every ounce of his attention. -and while Jeff rarely pays attention to anything that isn't a mirror, she knows that when he does, he can draw you in until there is only you and him.
It doesn't help, that sometime, he gets angry at his game, Jeff doesn't like to lose at all. After all, he hadn't much practice with it until recently.
-but that's not excuse for him to lean over the phone and occasionally bite his bottom lip. His forearms and shoulders tense, long and poised fingers rapidly pressing keys.
It's here that Annie loses it. Gets lost in her fantasy of what else those lovely hands could be doing. Thinks of how strong those arms look, how they could feel under her hands, as they circle around her.
"Damn it." Jeff curses, he drops the phone on to the table dramatically before standing up and pushing off his outer jacket in fury, "-it's on you stupid game!" The rest of the study group, used to his reaction when he loses, ignores him completely. Annie however, can feel her blood rushing. His arms are now bare to her stupid, whore-ish eyes.
Really, no one should look that attractive while playing their phone. Not even Jeff Winger.
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Annie likes to watch Jeff work out. Okay, that's wrong. She really, really, likes to watch.
-and what woman with functioning eyes and a heart beat wouldn't? Annie might be comfortable with being uncomfortable with her sexuality, but she sure as hell isn't blind. She also knows she has a pulse for sure, because it jumps every time he does a crunch.
Her eyes drift over his sweat soaked body, and bites her lip. She's on the verge of making noises. It's not fair. Everyone else in this weird-totally-not-needed-gym class that all of Greendale must take, (the Dean, concerned about them all being obese) does NOT look half as good. Britta has transformed into a tomato, which Annie believes she is sure on her way to becoming. Everyone else looks pale, flushed and gross. Except Leonard. Who, despite his age, and has been running track for most of the day, looks unaffected.
It's not fair, that Jeff looks like a model. Not fair that each drop of his sweat, makes her lick her lips and want to do things she's never even thought of doing until this moment.
Still, it's nice to know for once, that she isn't alone in her attraction. The eyes of every other female in the room is locking on to his frame, not even bothering to cover up their staring. (Britta isn't, she's passed out mumbling something about rights and dictators.) It's also a weird thrill, that sends sparks down her spine, when without prompt Jeff leaps up and walks over to her with two water bottles, handing one to her.
"Don't forget to stay hydrated. I mean, this is nothing for me, this isn't even a proper work out." -his tone suggest that she should be impressed. She is a bit, but doesn't let her face express it . "-but you should be careful." He looks over to the slumped over tomato-Britta. "You don't want to turn out like her."
He leaves her to start bench pressing weights.
The moment he stars huffing, straining and letting out noises that will stay with her on those rare lonely nights, is when Annie decides she needs a shower. A cold one. Before she does something that certainly isn't in the Greendale Gym Class handbook, even if it would burn a great deal of calories.
She simultaneously curses and blesses the inventors of such machines as she walks away.
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Annie secretly likes it when Jeff is full on lawyer mode.
The way he takes control of any situation in a matter of moments, the way he charms and spins a story. She's been under his thrall before, and knows that Jeff Winger has a way with words that most lawyers would give their right hands for.
The flip side of this, is when he drops the defense, the pretense of innocence and goes on the attack. That's when Annie's eyes dilate and she can't help but fidget in her seat.
Jeff is amazing to watch, he isn't nice or gentle, he's nearly violent with his accusations. As charming and friendly his word can be, they can quickly turn to steel and pierce you just as quick. He doesn't like to lose, not at angry birds and not in the court house. Every step of the way, he refuses to bend to anyone, not even the actual truth.
In some ways, it's despicable.
In others, it just makes her want to take him home, get him in her, and see how long it takes before he's willing to bend to her will.
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Annie would like to lie to herself, but there's no helping the way her body reacts.
When Jeff steps up, completely obliterating the space between them, and glares down at her; his height, his shoulders and long torso seemingly towering over her, makes her horny.
There. She thought it, which is almost like admitting that Jeff's height turns her on. Not that she'd ever say or admit it out loud, not even if they tortured her.
She doesn't know why, or even when, but every time he gets near, usually when they are fighting, all her brain can manage is how much she'd like to knock him over and explore his frame. There's just so much of him, sometimes she feels like it could take her hours to do so, but so help her, she's more than willing to try. A few times. A day.
She makes a note to herself, that she should get started on that. Now.
"Damn it Annie, aren't you listening to me?" Jeff yells, and opens his mouth to further their argument, but inexplicably, his mouth is full of Annie.
The chair she was (dangerously) using earlier to reach her kitchen cabinets suddenly has a much better usage as she knocks him into sitting in it and climbing his lap.
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He reads to her.
He reads and to her it's the single, most attractive thing he ever does. He would probably whine and wonder why his abs or skills in the bedroom aren't number one, if he knew.
-but he only does it in the comfort of his own apartment, at night and when it's just the two of them.
She scoots close, as he sits up and flips the pages. The way he reads, makes her hyper-sensitive to the rise and fall of chest, the warmth that radiates from him, and the way his skin feels against her own. It makes her aware, that this isn't something he does for anyone, in fact knowing (even though she wished she didn't) his past, this is just for her. He does this to keep her happy, to keep her in his bed and near him. He likes her just as much as she does him.
Annie places a kiss under his chin and then another, continuing until she is straddling him and nibbling on his ear. Jeff groans, drops the book and slips his hands under her night shirt with practiced ease.
"We never get more than a chapter a night," he whispers, "Maybe I should stop tryin-"
"Don't." She all but demands, voice stern as she rocks against him but then fades to something akin to pleading , "Don't ever stop."
_________________________________To Be Continued_____________________________
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1272
Disclaimer: I do not own Community.
Summary: This is a lovely prompt for Ficcy Friday, by the lovely teruel_a_witch. The second half will of course, be what Annie does to turn Jeff on.
__________________________________________________________________________
It's stupid.
It really is, that she some how finds him sexually attractive when he plays angry birds.
-but she does and as much as she tries to to tell herself otherwise, she does a lot.
She notice how completely drawn in he is, giving his phone and the lucky graphics every ounce of his attention. -and while Jeff rarely pays attention to anything that isn't a mirror, she knows that when he does, he can draw you in until there is only you and him.
It doesn't help, that sometime, he gets angry at his game, Jeff doesn't like to lose at all. After all, he hadn't much practice with it until recently.
-but that's not excuse for him to lean over the phone and occasionally bite his bottom lip. His forearms and shoulders tense, long and poised fingers rapidly pressing keys.
It's here that Annie loses it. Gets lost in her fantasy of what else those lovely hands could be doing. Thinks of how strong those arms look, how they could feel under her hands, as they circle around her.
"Damn it." Jeff curses, he drops the phone on to the table dramatically before standing up and pushing off his outer jacket in fury, "-it's on you stupid game!" The rest of the study group, used to his reaction when he loses, ignores him completely. Annie however, can feel her blood rushing. His arms are now bare to her stupid, whore-ish eyes.
Really, no one should look that attractive while playing their phone. Not even Jeff Winger.
____________________________________________________________________
Annie likes to watch Jeff work out. Okay, that's wrong. She really, really, likes to watch.
-and what woman with functioning eyes and a heart beat wouldn't? Annie might be comfortable with being uncomfortable with her sexuality, but she sure as hell isn't blind. She also knows she has a pulse for sure, because it jumps every time he does a crunch.
Her eyes drift over his sweat soaked body, and bites her lip. She's on the verge of making noises. It's not fair. Everyone else in this weird-totally-not-needed-gym class that all of Greendale must take, (the Dean, concerned about them all being obese) does NOT look half as good. Britta has transformed into a tomato, which Annie believes she is sure on her way to becoming. Everyone else looks pale, flushed and gross. Except Leonard. Who, despite his age, and has been running track for most of the day, looks unaffected.
It's not fair, that Jeff looks like a model. Not fair that each drop of his sweat, makes her lick her lips and want to do things she's never even thought of doing until this moment.
Still, it's nice to know for once, that she isn't alone in her attraction. The eyes of every other female in the room is locking on to his frame, not even bothering to cover up their staring. (Britta isn't, she's passed out mumbling something about rights and dictators.) It's also a weird thrill, that sends sparks down her spine, when without prompt Jeff leaps up and walks over to her with two water bottles, handing one to her.
"Don't forget to stay hydrated. I mean, this is nothing for me, this isn't even a proper work out." -his tone suggest that she should be impressed. She is a bit, but doesn't let her face express it . "-but you should be careful." He looks over to the slumped over tomato-Britta. "You don't want to turn out like her."
He leaves her to start bench pressing weights.
The moment he stars huffing, straining and letting out noises that will stay with her on those rare lonely nights, is when Annie decides she needs a shower. A cold one. Before she does something that certainly isn't in the Greendale Gym Class handbook, even if it would burn a great deal of calories.
She simultaneously curses and blesses the inventors of such machines as she walks away.
______________________________________________________________
Annie secretly likes it when Jeff is full on lawyer mode.
The way he takes control of any situation in a matter of moments, the way he charms and spins a story. She's been under his thrall before, and knows that Jeff Winger has a way with words that most lawyers would give their right hands for.
The flip side of this, is when he drops the defense, the pretense of innocence and goes on the attack. That's when Annie's eyes dilate and she can't help but fidget in her seat.
Jeff is amazing to watch, he isn't nice or gentle, he's nearly violent with his accusations. As charming and friendly his word can be, they can quickly turn to steel and pierce you just as quick. He doesn't like to lose, not at angry birds and not in the court house. Every step of the way, he refuses to bend to anyone, not even the actual truth.
In some ways, it's despicable.
In others, it just makes her want to take him home, get him in her, and see how long it takes before he's willing to bend to her will.
________________________________________________
Annie would like to lie to herself, but there's no helping the way her body reacts.
When Jeff steps up, completely obliterating the space between them, and glares down at her; his height, his shoulders and long torso seemingly towering over her, makes her horny.
There. She thought it, which is almost like admitting that Jeff's height turns her on. Not that she'd ever say or admit it out loud, not even if they tortured her.
She doesn't know why, or even when, but every time he gets near, usually when they are fighting, all her brain can manage is how much she'd like to knock him over and explore his frame. There's just so much of him, sometimes she feels like it could take her hours to do so, but so help her, she's more than willing to try. A few times. A day.
She makes a note to herself, that she should get started on that. Now.
"Damn it Annie, aren't you listening to me?" Jeff yells, and opens his mouth to further their argument, but inexplicably, his mouth is full of Annie.
The chair she was (dangerously) using earlier to reach her kitchen cabinets suddenly has a much better usage as she knocks him into sitting in it and climbing his lap.
___________________________________________________
He reads to her.
He reads and to her it's the single, most attractive thing he ever does. He would probably whine and wonder why his abs or skills in the bedroom aren't number one, if he knew.
-but he only does it in the comfort of his own apartment, at night and when it's just the two of them.
She scoots close, as he sits up and flips the pages. The way he reads, makes her hyper-sensitive to the rise and fall of chest, the warmth that radiates from him, and the way his skin feels against her own. It makes her aware, that this isn't something he does for anyone, in fact knowing (even though she wished she didn't) his past, this is just for her. He does this to keep her happy, to keep her in his bed and near him. He likes her just as much as she does him.
Annie places a kiss under his chin and then another, continuing until she is straddling him and nibbling on his ear. Jeff groans, drops the book and slips his hands under her night shirt with practiced ease.
"We never get more than a chapter a night," he whispers, "Maybe I should stop tryin-"
"Don't." She all but demands, voice stern as she rocks against him but then fades to something akin to pleading , "Don't ever stop."
_________________________________To Be Continued_____________________________