Idiot (1/1)
Title: Idiot (1/1)
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: Season 2
Rating: R
Word Count: 2395
Disclaimer: I do not own Community.
Summary: For the ever delightful teruel_a_witch, who demanded more smut, and whom my muses apparently willingly obey. This was suppose to be far shorter than I meant, but I have a funny feeling none of you will mind.
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She pushes him down. No, that's not exactly right, this is a forcefully, I-don't-give-a-fuck-where-you-land shove. It was only by luck that he didn't knock his head against his coffee table. (Which by the way, was expensive.)
Of course he's pissed, he's isn't at all used to being knocked over by people less than half his height and weight, but he's caught off guard by the absurdity of what just transpired that he doesn't even get time to swear before Annie is standing above him, stealing air straight from his lungs so that all he is able to do is stare.
She was a sight, furious, eyes glaring down at him like she was two seconds away from clawing his eyes out. Her hair was free of the barrier of clips she had placed, in one quick motion she was pulling her shirt and cardigan off. Leaving her only in a black pencil skirt and lavender bra.
Jeff's vision tunneled, shit he really wasn't breathing. Why was she taking her clothes off? To distract him? To prove something? He couldn't remember.
-and more importantly, does it fucking matter?
His temples throbbed, as if in warning, not to think about it.
"We, are having this out Jeffrey Winger, now. I am not giving you another summer to hide away." She hissed down, while at the same time quickly lowering herself to his lap. She sat, back straight and arms crossed, looking very much like an angry queen perched on a throne. "There will be no more running, we are going to figure this out or else."
It was out of pure habit, that he was able to respond.
"Or what, Annie? Are you not going to let me borrow your notes?"
Annie's blue eyes narrowed, "I mean it Jeff. I'm angry at you."
"I bet your next line is," He smirked, "-and you won't like me when I'm angry, right?"
-really, it was sad how all those jokes about guys having two brains; one in their heads another in their pants, was actually true. Right now his head was busy making sarcastic replies to piss her off, and his other was loudly telling it to shut.the.fuck.up.
Annie didn't even blink at his jokes, she stayed silent in a way that actually made the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"-or else I'm not getting up." She smirked, as though this was a genius plan.
Jeff, for all that his brain was muddled, didn't get how that was in anyway a bad thing.
He made the colossal mistake of telling her this.
"Oh?" She murmured softly, barely a whisper past her lips. "Really? Even when I do this?"
Without any warning, she rocked firmly against his jean covered erection. While it hardly had been a secret since she forced herself into his lap, he just wasn't expecting this movement. He had expected maybe her to be a bit more bashful about it, not grinding against him like it -and fuck he couldn't think of anything to use as a metaphor for this action because the very idea of his Annie grinding against him like this, was turning his world upside down.
"Shit, Annie." His eyes shut, and he pushed upwards, towards her heat but she darted out of reach, he made the vain attempted to seize her hips but she slapped his hands away like he was a naughty school boy. "Ow! Damn it. What the hell?" He angrily asked, recoiling his hands away, in fear that she would slap again.
"Talk?" She asked.
He blinked. "What? No."
She did that horrible, but wonderful fan-fucking-tastic hip movement again.
This time however, Jeff wasn't going to play her game. He used his strength to roll them over, grabbing with one hand both of her wrists and keeping them high above her head while the other hand spanned across her hip keeping her pinned. Her skirt rose up high, giving him even a harder time of keeping his wits together.
"Stop playing games Annie-"
Then she did the unthinkable again and nipped him.
On the nipple.
"Holy fuck!"
He jerked off her violently, as pleasure and pain collided and twisted in his brain. She took advantage, pushing on his shoulders so that he tumbled back onto his ass and she was once again sliding into his lap with a victorious smirk.
"What the hell was that?" He demanded, out of breath and shaking. Yes, he was hard as hell, but there was also a spark of fear that was growing in the back of his head. She really was willing to do what ever it took to get him to talk, wasn't she?
"Agree to talk to me, about us, like an adult, with no running or hiding..." she lowered herself enough to lean forward, he felt her hard nipples against his chest, and her warm breath hitting his ear, "-and I'll kiss it better."
Jeff ideally wondered, if he just came now, if she would just leave him alone. He really wasn't in the mood to talk about relationships. Sex, okay. That he could do. Relationship talk with Annie? -Nuh uh. He had enough money to just buy new jeans. He was cool with it.
Sensing that her prey wasn't giving in, she huffed and leaned back.
"Really, Are you really that committed to sticking to what you said about us all year?"
It didn't go unnoticed by him, that her voice now sounded more like the Annie he knew, hinted of course with disappointment.
He opened his mouth to speak, but for once, he found he had nothing to say.
After all, he did have a good reason for not talking to her about relationships. -and it wasn't because of their age or what the study group thought. Those things didn't really matter. What did, was the fact that he knew he loved her.
-and that fucking terrified him.
He didn't know how to properly act in an actual relationship, he wasn't even sure if he could. He had only liked Britta as a( for the first time) female friend, and look how fucked up that mess was. He had gone in exactly like he had with art, thinking if he tried he could do anything and make it work, and in the end he was just too proud to admit he had failed. -and that's how they ended up sleeping together even though neither could act romantically to each other even if they were forced at gun point.
Jeff didn't have the stomach to think what would happen between him and Annie.
He would be an asshole. He would fuck up, cheat or lie, and most certainly break her heart.
She probably would never speak to him again.
"I'm not asking for much Jeff. Just admit it. Admit that there was something between us, more than sexual tension, and I'll leave it at that okay?"
Even if he wasn't an ex-lawyer, he could tell she was quickly losing her resolve, and trying to haggle out a confession. -and god knows only how much he wanted to give in, but the thought of losing her, completely, was enough of a fear to keep his mouth shut.
He'd take her punches now, her tears and whatever else she threw at him, just so he could keep her friendship later.
He'd much rather have that, than nothing at all.
Without even realizing it, his thumbs and rubbed to and fro against the skin of her legs. He stopped, and used his arms to lean up into a sitting position. Annie allowed it, but she didn't move off him.
"I'm not admitting anything, Annie."
He waited a beat, waiting for tears. Instead he got a slap. He took it without word.
"Stop lying! No one is here to care, Jeff! It's just me. "
"I'm not lying."
She rolled her eyes, " Yes. You are. I can tell."
He raised his brows, "Oh, really? Have you been watching Lie to Me and now can read body language or something?"
-she kissed him, hard. It lasted only a second, just enough to shut his mouth and short circuit his brain.
"No. I don't need to. I know you Jeff, and I know when you are lying." She told him firmly, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him into another rough kiss. She slid a little more into his lap, pressing her heat against his hardness with slow, deliberate movements of her hips. He couldn't help but respond to her, groaning as she raked her nails through his hair.
"Damn it, Annie." His resolve was crumbling quicker than a sand castle in a rain storm. He was going to lose her. He knew it. He was shit at relationships, at real feelings and consequences. If she knew him, shouldn't she know that?
One of her skilled hands snaked down between them, and undid his pants, pulling his cock out, and stroking him gently. He laid back down, allowing her to get more comfortable, she leaned forward enough to sweet kisses against the underside of his chin.
"I'm not an idiot Jeff. I know when someone is into me, and when someone isn't. You kept saying it was just sexual tension, but if it was, you would have done something about it wouldn't you?"
She talks, and he knows it's English, but with her warm hand stroking him, she might as well be speaking gaelic.
"What?" He gives a vague attempt at trying to follow her.
"Jeff, if this was just sexual tension, I think we would have slept together a long time ago. You aren't exactly shy and you know how I feel. So what is it? What is holding you back?"
-and then she lets go and removes her hand completely.
Jeff curses, "Annie."
"Tell me why you won't admit it, and I'll continue."
"This...this is extortion."
"Maybe."
She says, smiling and batting her thick lashes. He smiles, proud of her nearly criminal tactics. Once again proving to him that she is more on his level than even he liked to admit.
"You are evil."
"Maybe. Innocent until proven guilty, right?"
Jeff slowly runs his hands up and down her thighs, enjoying the feel of soft skin as he thinks carefully. Annie plays with the buttons on his shirt, and kisses his temple.
"Jeff, just tell me. So I can say you are just being stupid."
"Wow, thanks. That solves everything."
Clearly losing her patience, "-Jeff!"
"I love you!" He snaps without meaning too, but once the words escape there is no going back. "I have for awhile, and while you might think that's great and the end to everything it isn't. I suck at relationships, Annie. I really do, and that is with just people I moderately liked enough more than a one night stand. You saw how it went with Michelle, you know how messed up me and Britta are because at one point we both thought there was a chance for both of us romantically-fuckheads to find something that worked."
He breaths, and shuts his eyes, continuing with his rant. "-I just don't think it's a good idea for us to be involved. I'll fuck up horribly, you'll get mad. We'll break up and then I lose my one rational friend in all of Greendale."
Annie beams, despite the rest of his speech and coos in her I-love-butterflies-voice. "Aww, I'm your most rational friend?"
Jeff growls, "Scratch that. Sometimes rational."
Annie kissed his nose."Idiot."
"Did you not hear anything I just said?"
"Oh, I heard. It's why I called you an idiot. You forget though, that I know when you're lying. I'm not Michelle or Britta. I'm Annie."
She kissed him on the mouth, and he felt her smile.
"-and you love me. And I love you. Which means, even when you are being an idiot, I'll point it out, force you to talk and work though it."
Sensing that he was losing the battle, (that honestly, he didn't want to fight it any more) he tried just one last time.
"Are you sure you want this Annie?"
For the third time that night, she shocked him. Her nimbly hands disappearing for only a moment without his notice, then just as quick she was slipping a condom out of a tiny tinfoil package from some secret pocket and sliding it on to him. Before he could say anything she was already adjusting herself in his lap, edging herself above him, and then she as sinking down, warm and tight, and so wet onto his length.
Jeff moaned, as did Annie.
"I take that as a yes?" He asked, his heart felt like it was completely out of rhythm, he gripped her hips and helped her further down. She bit her lip and nodded. She gradually moved, adjusting to his size.
"-and you? Any more stupid thoughts?"
"Maybe."
"Idiot."
He flipped them over, making her squeak but laugh as well, before it melted into a moan of pleasure. Her hands instantly grabbed onto his shoulders, sinking her nails in as his hand lifted her leg, forcing her legs to spread wide and wrap around his frame so he could sink into her even further. He was losing his mind, she was tighter than he ever thought possible, he could feel her folds pulse around him as he rocked in and out of her while he lavished her breasts with his mouth and hands.
Annie arched, as best she could with Jeff's weight upon her and tried hard to keep up, but already felt like she was about to fall of the edge. The pleasure of feeling him, inside and out, roughly taking her hard on the floor of his home (-and she was going to have a bad case rug burn) was sending her body into overdrive. Combined with the knowledge that he love her, it wasn't long until her orgasm crashed over her, her internal muscles clenched hard enough to make Jeff practically go cross eyed. He stayed on top of her just for a moment longer, to look at her. Smiling, flustered and sweaty.
" I love you."
Her hands run up his neck and grip his head, as she leans up to kiss him.
"I love you too."
She flopped back down, obviously worn out.
"-even if you are an idiot."
Annie giggled as he leaned down to kiss her into silence.
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: Season 2
Rating: R
Word Count: 2395
Disclaimer: I do not own Community.
Summary: For the ever delightful teruel_a_witch, who demanded more smut, and whom my muses apparently willingly obey. This was suppose to be far shorter than I meant, but I have a funny feeling none of you will mind.
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She pushes him down. No, that's not exactly right, this is a forcefully, I-don't-give-a-fuck-where-you-land shove. It was only by luck that he didn't knock his head against his coffee table. (Which by the way, was expensive.)
Of course he's pissed, he's isn't at all used to being knocked over by people less than half his height and weight, but he's caught off guard by the absurdity of what just transpired that he doesn't even get time to swear before Annie is standing above him, stealing air straight from his lungs so that all he is able to do is stare.
She was a sight, furious, eyes glaring down at him like she was two seconds away from clawing his eyes out. Her hair was free of the barrier of clips she had placed, in one quick motion she was pulling her shirt and cardigan off. Leaving her only in a black pencil skirt and lavender bra.
Jeff's vision tunneled, shit he really wasn't breathing. Why was she taking her clothes off? To distract him? To prove something? He couldn't remember.
-and more importantly, does it fucking matter?
His temples throbbed, as if in warning, not to think about it.
"We, are having this out Jeffrey Winger, now. I am not giving you another summer to hide away." She hissed down, while at the same time quickly lowering herself to his lap. She sat, back straight and arms crossed, looking very much like an angry queen perched on a throne. "There will be no more running, we are going to figure this out or else."
It was out of pure habit, that he was able to respond.
"Or what, Annie? Are you not going to let me borrow your notes?"
Annie's blue eyes narrowed, "I mean it Jeff. I'm angry at you."
"I bet your next line is," He smirked, "-and you won't like me when I'm angry, right?"
-really, it was sad how all those jokes about guys having two brains; one in their heads another in their pants, was actually true. Right now his head was busy making sarcastic replies to piss her off, and his other was loudly telling it to shut.the.fuck.up.
Annie didn't even blink at his jokes, she stayed silent in a way that actually made the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"-or else I'm not getting up." She smirked, as though this was a genius plan.
Jeff, for all that his brain was muddled, didn't get how that was in anyway a bad thing.
He made the colossal mistake of telling her this.
"Oh?" She murmured softly, barely a whisper past her lips. "Really? Even when I do this?"
Without any warning, she rocked firmly against his jean covered erection. While it hardly had been a secret since she forced herself into his lap, he just wasn't expecting this movement. He had expected maybe her to be a bit more bashful about it, not grinding against him like it -and fuck he couldn't think of anything to use as a metaphor for this action because the very idea of his Annie grinding against him like this, was turning his world upside down.
"Shit, Annie." His eyes shut, and he pushed upwards, towards her heat but she darted out of reach, he made the vain attempted to seize her hips but she slapped his hands away like he was a naughty school boy. "Ow! Damn it. What the hell?" He angrily asked, recoiling his hands away, in fear that she would slap again.
"Talk?" She asked.
He blinked. "What? No."
She did that horrible, but wonderful fan-fucking-tastic hip movement again.
This time however, Jeff wasn't going to play her game. He used his strength to roll them over, grabbing with one hand both of her wrists and keeping them high above her head while the other hand spanned across her hip keeping her pinned. Her skirt rose up high, giving him even a harder time of keeping his wits together.
"Stop playing games Annie-"
Then she did the unthinkable again and nipped him.
On the nipple.
"Holy fuck!"
He jerked off her violently, as pleasure and pain collided and twisted in his brain. She took advantage, pushing on his shoulders so that he tumbled back onto his ass and she was once again sliding into his lap with a victorious smirk.
"What the hell was that?" He demanded, out of breath and shaking. Yes, he was hard as hell, but there was also a spark of fear that was growing in the back of his head. She really was willing to do what ever it took to get him to talk, wasn't she?
"Agree to talk to me, about us, like an adult, with no running or hiding..." she lowered herself enough to lean forward, he felt her hard nipples against his chest, and her warm breath hitting his ear, "-and I'll kiss it better."
Jeff ideally wondered, if he just came now, if she would just leave him alone. He really wasn't in the mood to talk about relationships. Sex, okay. That he could do. Relationship talk with Annie? -Nuh uh. He had enough money to just buy new jeans. He was cool with it.
Sensing that her prey wasn't giving in, she huffed and leaned back.
"Really, Are you really that committed to sticking to what you said about us all year?"
It didn't go unnoticed by him, that her voice now sounded more like the Annie he knew, hinted of course with disappointment.
He opened his mouth to speak, but for once, he found he had nothing to say.
After all, he did have a good reason for not talking to her about relationships. -and it wasn't because of their age or what the study group thought. Those things didn't really matter. What did, was the fact that he knew he loved her.
-and that fucking terrified him.
He didn't know how to properly act in an actual relationship, he wasn't even sure if he could. He had only liked Britta as a( for the first time) female friend, and look how fucked up that mess was. He had gone in exactly like he had with art, thinking if he tried he could do anything and make it work, and in the end he was just too proud to admit he had failed. -and that's how they ended up sleeping together even though neither could act romantically to each other even if they were forced at gun point.
Jeff didn't have the stomach to think what would happen between him and Annie.
He would be an asshole. He would fuck up, cheat or lie, and most certainly break her heart.
She probably would never speak to him again.
"I'm not asking for much Jeff. Just admit it. Admit that there was something between us, more than sexual tension, and I'll leave it at that okay?"
Even if he wasn't an ex-lawyer, he could tell she was quickly losing her resolve, and trying to haggle out a confession. -and god knows only how much he wanted to give in, but the thought of losing her, completely, was enough of a fear to keep his mouth shut.
He'd take her punches now, her tears and whatever else she threw at him, just so he could keep her friendship later.
He'd much rather have that, than nothing at all.
Without even realizing it, his thumbs and rubbed to and fro against the skin of her legs. He stopped, and used his arms to lean up into a sitting position. Annie allowed it, but she didn't move off him.
"I'm not admitting anything, Annie."
He waited a beat, waiting for tears. Instead he got a slap. He took it without word.
"Stop lying! No one is here to care, Jeff! It's just me. "
"I'm not lying."
She rolled her eyes, " Yes. You are. I can tell."
He raised his brows, "Oh, really? Have you been watching Lie to Me and now can read body language or something?"
-she kissed him, hard. It lasted only a second, just enough to shut his mouth and short circuit his brain.
"No. I don't need to. I know you Jeff, and I know when you are lying." She told him firmly, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him into another rough kiss. She slid a little more into his lap, pressing her heat against his hardness with slow, deliberate movements of her hips. He couldn't help but respond to her, groaning as she raked her nails through his hair.
"Damn it, Annie." His resolve was crumbling quicker than a sand castle in a rain storm. He was going to lose her. He knew it. He was shit at relationships, at real feelings and consequences. If she knew him, shouldn't she know that?
One of her skilled hands snaked down between them, and undid his pants, pulling his cock out, and stroking him gently. He laid back down, allowing her to get more comfortable, she leaned forward enough to sweet kisses against the underside of his chin.
"I'm not an idiot Jeff. I know when someone is into me, and when someone isn't. You kept saying it was just sexual tension, but if it was, you would have done something about it wouldn't you?"
She talks, and he knows it's English, but with her warm hand stroking him, she might as well be speaking gaelic.
"What?" He gives a vague attempt at trying to follow her.
"Jeff, if this was just sexual tension, I think we would have slept together a long time ago. You aren't exactly shy and you know how I feel. So what is it? What is holding you back?"
-and then she lets go and removes her hand completely.
Jeff curses, "Annie."
"Tell me why you won't admit it, and I'll continue."
"This...this is extortion."
"Maybe."
She says, smiling and batting her thick lashes. He smiles, proud of her nearly criminal tactics. Once again proving to him that she is more on his level than even he liked to admit.
"You are evil."
"Maybe. Innocent until proven guilty, right?"
Jeff slowly runs his hands up and down her thighs, enjoying the feel of soft skin as he thinks carefully. Annie plays with the buttons on his shirt, and kisses his temple.
"Jeff, just tell me. So I can say you are just being stupid."
"Wow, thanks. That solves everything."
Clearly losing her patience, "-Jeff!"
"I love you!" He snaps without meaning too, but once the words escape there is no going back. "I have for awhile, and while you might think that's great and the end to everything it isn't. I suck at relationships, Annie. I really do, and that is with just people I moderately liked enough more than a one night stand. You saw how it went with Michelle, you know how messed up me and Britta are because at one point we both thought there was a chance for both of us romantically-fuckheads to find something that worked."
He breaths, and shuts his eyes, continuing with his rant. "-I just don't think it's a good idea for us to be involved. I'll fuck up horribly, you'll get mad. We'll break up and then I lose my one rational friend in all of Greendale."
Annie beams, despite the rest of his speech and coos in her I-love-butterflies-voice. "Aww, I'm your most rational friend?"
Jeff growls, "Scratch that. Sometimes rational."
Annie kissed his nose."Idiot."
"Did you not hear anything I just said?"
"Oh, I heard. It's why I called you an idiot. You forget though, that I know when you're lying. I'm not Michelle or Britta. I'm Annie."
She kissed him on the mouth, and he felt her smile.
"-and you love me. And I love you. Which means, even when you are being an idiot, I'll point it out, force you to talk and work though it."
Sensing that he was losing the battle, (that honestly, he didn't want to fight it any more) he tried just one last time.
"Are you sure you want this Annie?"
For the third time that night, she shocked him. Her nimbly hands disappearing for only a moment without his notice, then just as quick she was slipping a condom out of a tiny tinfoil package from some secret pocket and sliding it on to him. Before he could say anything she was already adjusting herself in his lap, edging herself above him, and then she as sinking down, warm and tight, and so wet onto his length.
Jeff moaned, as did Annie.
"I take that as a yes?" He asked, his heart felt like it was completely out of rhythm, he gripped her hips and helped her further down. She bit her lip and nodded. She gradually moved, adjusting to his size.
"-and you? Any more stupid thoughts?"
"Maybe."
"Idiot."
He flipped them over, making her squeak but laugh as well, before it melted into a moan of pleasure. Her hands instantly grabbed onto his shoulders, sinking her nails in as his hand lifted her leg, forcing her legs to spread wide and wrap around his frame so he could sink into her even further. He was losing his mind, she was tighter than he ever thought possible, he could feel her folds pulse around him as he rocked in and out of her while he lavished her breasts with his mouth and hands.
Annie arched, as best she could with Jeff's weight upon her and tried hard to keep up, but already felt like she was about to fall of the edge. The pleasure of feeling him, inside and out, roughly taking her hard on the floor of his home (-and she was going to have a bad case rug burn) was sending her body into overdrive. Combined with the knowledge that he love her, it wasn't long until her orgasm crashed over her, her internal muscles clenched hard enough to make Jeff practically go cross eyed. He stayed on top of her just for a moment longer, to look at her. Smiling, flustered and sweaty.
" I love you."
Her hands run up his neck and grip his head, as she leans up to kiss him.
"I love you too."
She flopped back down, obviously worn out.
"-even if you are an idiot."
Annie giggled as he leaned down to kiss her into silence.