FanFic: Stuck Together Like Wet Cement
Title: Stuck Together Like Wet Cement (1/1)
Author: ClassicFREAK
Rating: M
Warning: Mentions of dirty thoughts
Word Count: 876
Disclaimer: Dan Harmon is a beautiful person and writes better than I ever could
Author's Note: Another fluff fic, because I am weird. Yes, I was at Shoppers when I thought of this fic, and Yes I wasn't able to leave the nail polish on the shelf. and yes I wrote half of this while painting my nails. (x)
Jeff enjoyed watching Annie painting her nails. It was something he’d always noticed about her, the constant pale colours on her fingers that just screamed Annie. He figured she’d gone to a professional, like most women he’d known, but knowing her frugal self, found something intimate about watching her apply coat after coat of varnish to her nails.
Annie sat on his couch with her feet propped up on his table. Her toes were splayed with cotton balls between them, hold them apart for some reason he couldn't fathom. His shirt fell open as she leaned forward holding the brush between her thumb and forefinger, the polish at the tip looks as if it were a second from dripping on his expensive carpet.
"Annie, do you have to do that in here, where it won't come out of the carpet?"
Without removing her eyes from their task she responded
"I need the leverage, Jeff."
Jeff thought she needed a gun. She hadn't really bothered to dress, just slipping on his discarded button up and nothing else. She was killing him with the brief glimpses of naked skin, yet she didn't look effected at all, she just continued to drag the brush from the cuticle to the tip before dipping it back into the bottle for more polish.
His eyes may have been glued to her thighs but he still noticed the smirk pulling at the side of her lips. That minx, she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He wanted to push her back onto the sofa and have his way with her, punishing her for teasing him, slow thrusts to drive her crazy, making her beg for release. He barely registered moving his body off the couch until she lifted her hand with her palm out and hummed a 'nuh-uh'
"If you mess up this paint job I'll make you redo it."
He knew she was serious about her threat, and though he loved the idea of having her feet in his lap, completely at his mercy; visions of her choking on her laughter as he tickled her toes, or moaning in appreciation as he massaged the soles of her feet, relieving her of the stresses caused by the cute little heels she likes to where at school. He knew he would have to wait until the polish was dry before putting either plan into action
"Why are you using two different colours?"
"I saw them at the store immediately thought of our relationship. It felt wrong leaving them on the shelf."
"Lacy Lilac and Wet Cement. Should I be offended?"
"No. Gray is a colour that has chemistry with every other question. It can stand on its own or be paired with other colours. That's exactly what you are to the group. You tone us down when we get a little crazy, but you can work by yourself." Annie scolded while continuing to stare at her toes, forcing the liquid to obey the push of the brush and go exactly where she wanted it to go. "And to be offended by the name is just ridiculous. Cement is a constant in our lives. It's what the sidewalks are made of and it's an important building tool. We would be nowhere without cement."
"And how do you figure you're Lacy Lilac?" He asked kind of flattered. Only Annie would think so hard about nail polish choices, about how those choices could explain things he couldn’t yet put into words.
"Actually I just really liked the colour."
Annie had screwed the cap back onto the bottle and rested her feet on the opposite arms, smirking as she answered his question nonchalantly, knowing the answer would annoy him. He grabbed her ankles and pulled until her butt was flush with the armrest. He leaned over her and took her mouth with a ferocious kiss. She slid her arms around the back of his neck and locked her legs around his hips. She kissed his forehead and cheeks before returning her lips to his and whispering against them.
“Lace just looks delicate, but it’s actually really strong, and lilacs never stop growing. They just keep coming back, no matter how many times you tell them not to.”
She slipped her tongue between his lips, engaging his in a battle; a lust filled battle that she won. He slid his big hands under her thighs and lifted her, taking on her weight as he walked them to the bedroom. He gently laid them on the bed, hands sliding from her thighs to her cheeks, holding her face steady so that he could look into her eyes.
He wanted to say that was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard about himself, that those colours were the perfect analogy to their relationship, but he prided himself on being manly. Instead he just looked into her eyes, hoping she could see the love and admiration he’d always felt for her. Her already soft features softened a little more, utterly comfortable looking into his eyes, showing her love right back.
It might have taken almost 3 years for them to finally get together, but they were together now, and nothing would come between them. They were stuck together like wet cement.
Author: ClassicFREAK
Rating: M
Warning: Mentions of dirty thoughts
Word Count: 876
Disclaimer: Dan Harmon is a beautiful person and writes better than I ever could
Author's Note: Another fluff fic, because I am weird. Yes, I was at Shoppers when I thought of this fic, and Yes I wasn't able to leave the nail polish on the shelf. and yes I wrote half of this while painting my nails. (x)
Jeff enjoyed watching Annie painting her nails. It was something he’d always noticed about her, the constant pale colours on her fingers that just screamed Annie. He figured she’d gone to a professional, like most women he’d known, but knowing her frugal self, found something intimate about watching her apply coat after coat of varnish to her nails.
Annie sat on his couch with her feet propped up on his table. Her toes were splayed with cotton balls between them, hold them apart for some reason he couldn't fathom. His shirt fell open as she leaned forward holding the brush between her thumb and forefinger, the polish at the tip looks as if it were a second from dripping on his expensive carpet.
"Annie, do you have to do that in here, where it won't come out of the carpet?"
Without removing her eyes from their task she responded
"I need the leverage, Jeff."
Jeff thought she needed a gun. She hadn't really bothered to dress, just slipping on his discarded button up and nothing else. She was killing him with the brief glimpses of naked skin, yet she didn't look effected at all, she just continued to drag the brush from the cuticle to the tip before dipping it back into the bottle for more polish.
His eyes may have been glued to her thighs but he still noticed the smirk pulling at the side of her lips. That minx, she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He wanted to push her back onto the sofa and have his way with her, punishing her for teasing him, slow thrusts to drive her crazy, making her beg for release. He barely registered moving his body off the couch until she lifted her hand with her palm out and hummed a 'nuh-uh'
"If you mess up this paint job I'll make you redo it."
He knew she was serious about her threat, and though he loved the idea of having her feet in his lap, completely at his mercy; visions of her choking on her laughter as he tickled her toes, or moaning in appreciation as he massaged the soles of her feet, relieving her of the stresses caused by the cute little heels she likes to where at school. He knew he would have to wait until the polish was dry before putting either plan into action
"Why are you using two different colours?"
"I saw them at the store immediately thought of our relationship. It felt wrong leaving them on the shelf."
"Lacy Lilac and Wet Cement. Should I be offended?"
"No. Gray is a colour that has chemistry with every other question. It can stand on its own or be paired with other colours. That's exactly what you are to the group. You tone us down when we get a little crazy, but you can work by yourself." Annie scolded while continuing to stare at her toes, forcing the liquid to obey the push of the brush and go exactly where she wanted it to go. "And to be offended by the name is just ridiculous. Cement is a constant in our lives. It's what the sidewalks are made of and it's an important building tool. We would be nowhere without cement."
"And how do you figure you're Lacy Lilac?" He asked kind of flattered. Only Annie would think so hard about nail polish choices, about how those choices could explain things he couldn’t yet put into words.
"Actually I just really liked the colour."
Annie had screwed the cap back onto the bottle and rested her feet on the opposite arms, smirking as she answered his question nonchalantly, knowing the answer would annoy him. He grabbed her ankles and pulled until her butt was flush with the armrest. He leaned over her and took her mouth with a ferocious kiss. She slid her arms around the back of his neck and locked her legs around his hips. She kissed his forehead and cheeks before returning her lips to his and whispering against them.
“Lace just looks delicate, but it’s actually really strong, and lilacs never stop growing. They just keep coming back, no matter how many times you tell them not to.”
She slipped her tongue between his lips, engaging his in a battle; a lust filled battle that she won. He slid his big hands under her thighs and lifted her, taking on her weight as he walked them to the bedroom. He gently laid them on the bed, hands sliding from her thighs to her cheeks, holding her face steady so that he could look into her eyes.
He wanted to say that was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard about himself, that those colours were the perfect analogy to their relationship, but he prided himself on being manly. Instead he just looked into her eyes, hoping she could see the love and admiration he’d always felt for her. Her already soft features softened a little more, utterly comfortable looking into his eyes, showing her love right back.
It might have taken almost 3 years for them to finally get together, but they were together now, and nothing would come between them. They were stuck together like wet cement.