FILL: Jeff/Britta, It's Supposed To Be Casual (2/2)
anonymous
August 27 2012, 08:01:05 UTC
They challenge each other to each come up with the next place they have sex, and between Abed's dorm room (Jeff's idea) and the back alley behind the Red Door (Britta's contribution) they're back in the swing of things, and it's dirty and such an obvious secret that most days Britta doesn't understand how the rest of the study group doesn't look them straight in the face and just know. She isn't sure if that would be better, if bringing this thing they have now into the light of day would change it in some fundamental way, or maybe destroy it. She just knows it would be different.
~~
He shows up at her apartment with a movie and a promise to make some sort of dinner, which turns out to be microwaveable and something that Britta does not understand to be edible food. But the movie is good and the blanket on the couch is cozy and warm tucked around the both of them, so she lets the fake food thing slide. For now.
"Hey. Rub my feet." She pokes him encouragingly with her toe under the blanket.
He glances at her from the corner of his eye. "Uh, demand much, Demanderella?"
"Hey-rub-my-feet please?" she tries again, and smiles at him winningly.
He cups the ball of her right foot in the palm of his hand and starts to work his thumbs into the arch, and it feels so good her toes start to curl in on themselves involuntarily. Jeff smirks in her directions. "I've got the magic hands," he says. "It's my second greatest skill in life, second only to being a lawyer."
"Ex-lawyer."
"You're about to have an ex-foot rub, if you keep up with that sort of unnecessary social accuracy."
"Shhh," she scolds, dramatically squinting at the television screen. "You're missing the movie."
He rolls his eyes and does something to her foot that feels so good it's probably illegal, and she melts into the couch next to him, already trying to get her left foot into the action as well.
~~
Basically: what they have is good. Controllable. Understandable.
~~
He shows up at her apartment with a movie and a promise to make some sort of dinner, which turns out to be microwaveable and something that Britta does not understand to be edible food. But the movie is good and the blanket on the couch is cozy and warm tucked around the both of them, so she lets the fake food thing slide. For now.
"Hey. Rub my feet." She pokes him encouragingly with her toe under the blanket.
He glances at her from the corner of his eye. "Uh, demand much, Demanderella?"
"Hey-rub-my-feet please?" she tries again, and smiles at him winningly.
He cups the ball of her right foot in the palm of his hand and starts to work his thumbs into the arch, and it feels so good her toes start to curl in on themselves involuntarily. Jeff smirks in her directions. "I've got the magic hands," he says. "It's my second greatest skill in life, second only to being a lawyer."
"Ex-lawyer."
"You're about to have an ex-foot rub, if you keep up with that sort of unnecessary social accuracy."
"Shhh," she scolds, dramatically squinting at the television screen. "You're missing the movie."
He rolls his eyes and does something to her foot that feels so good it's probably illegal, and she melts into the couch next to him, already trying to get her left foot into the action as well.
~~
Basically: what they have is good. Controllable. Understandable.
Casual.
~~
(which is exactly how it should be, right?)
(right)
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