Fic: It's Always Open Season On Princesses Part 30a
Title: It's Always Open Season On Princesses Part 30a
Spoilers: Through Season 2
Word Count: 8678
Rating: M (!)
Disclaimer: Dan Harmon owns it all. Not me.
AN: Hi! I'm back! Some of you may know that I have been having serious computer issues for about a month now. My computer is very very dead, which has forced me to find alternate computers on which to finish writing this story. That makes for some slow going. But I come bearing smut, and a lot of it at that. This chapter was too long to post in one chunk, since I don't have one of those fancy paid accounts on here. That meant I could either cut it down extensively or rewrite the second half from another POV or just chop it in half and post them as two separate entries. That is what I'm going with here. The link to the second half is at the bottom of the page. Anyway, onto the smut!
Why had she thought this was a good idea?
Standing under the spray in Jeff's oversized shower, it had seemed like something that couldn't fail. Annie had envisioned how perfectly it could work as she'd washed herself carefully from head to toe, making sure every last inch of her was clean and ready for him. But now, in the non-existent light of his living room with her knee pressed up against his naked thigh, she was seeing everything that could go wrong.
What if he still rejected her?
Oh.
She hadn't thought about that. It was definitely a possibility. What was she doing? Puttiing herself out there and relying on other people had never once been something she could do. She had however decided that the perfect place to start was throwing herself at a man who was not easily accessible to begin with?
Good choice.
Annie bit her lip nervously and let one hand drift across the front of the expensive white shirt she swiped from his closet in a moment of recklessness. What if he yelled at her for taking his shirt and getting it all wet and-
“Annie.”
The voice commanded all of her attention instantly and when their eyes met in the dark, it wasn’t anger or confusion or revulsion she saw in his expression. Jeff slowly sat up. He stared at her in silence for several seconds before allowing his lips to curve upwards slightly. “You planned your own seduction?”
The idea was ludicrous. Annie would never do something like that. She’d merely taken it upon herself to be ready for any kind of sexual situation involving them and then woken him up to tell him she was in fact ready to have…
Oh.
She had planned her own seduction.
Who did that kind of thing?
Control freaks, that’s who.
Annie stared down at him uncertainly, waiting for some kind of response from him. What he did in the next moment however, was not what she wanted or expected at all. He…laughed. Jeff let out a deep sleep-covered chuckle, closing his eyes for a moment. She could feel the pout forming on her own mouth. She knew the plan had its crazy elements, but Annie didn’t see how it was so funny. “Jeff,” she whispered and in the next instant, he reached up and pulled her down next to him sloppily. She let out a surprised squeak as she landed, leg draped over him, on the couch at his side. She repeated his name again and was rewarded with a sleepy grin from him.
“You really like me,” he murmured with a knowing smile and Annie’s mouth dropped open in soundless protest.
“Jeff,” she whined and Jeff chuckled again. “I was trying to…” She had been trying so hard for so long to show him that she was a grown up and could handle whatever kind of grown up things he wanted to do with her. Or to her. “Never mind,” Annie finished lamely and ran her finger across the flat surface of the bottom button on the stolen shirt she was wearing.
“Annie,” Jeff tried again, his face turned toward her with a hint of a smile still present. “You do know that it worked, right?” She frowned at him confusedly. “I mean…you’re on the couch.”
She sighed. “Yeah, but we’re not doing anything.”
“Patience,” he muttered as he drew his eyes down the white expanse of bare thigh he had pressed against him. One long finger reached out to brush lightly at the flesh there and Annie’s breath hitched in her throat. “We have time, you know.” Annie watched as his eyes met hers again. “Did you really think I was going to let you control this?” She couldn’t help the grin that plastered itself on her face as Jeff leaned over toward her…
And picked up the remote control to flip on the television before settling back against the couch cushions. Annie made a strangled noise of anger and Jeff ignored her, choosing instead to focus on the ‘Bewitched’ episode that was on the screen in front of them. “This is the one where Tabitha can play the piano.” Annie raised an eyebrow in his direction and Jeff frowned. “Shut up, they used to show reruns after school.”
She sighed and relaxed against him. He was right. He wanted to control it, and she would try her hardest to let him control the speed with which they worked their way toward the inevitable. But it was easier said than done.
Annie loved control.
Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, keeping a concerted effort to continue listening to the laugh track of the classic sitcom Jeff had settled on. She would just rest for a minute. He wanted control, after all. The finger was back suddenly, committing much more to its previous mission this time. That is, if in fact the mission was to make her slightly crazy. Annie’s eyes snapped open and locked on the path Jeff’s finger was currently taking, slowly grazing up and down her thigh. It would travel as high as the hemline of her shirt before sliding back in the opposite direction again, never stopping in any spot it touched. Annie was transfixed by it, watching the way it seemed to chart a slightly different course upward every time. She slipped her tongue out to wet her suddenly dry lips and heard a light chuckle from next to her.
Jeff.
Right.
The man actually controlling the finger.
She met his gaze and was relieved to find him watching her instead of Elizabeth Montgomery. There was a quiet intensity to him that she couldn’t remember having seen before, even the other morning as he’d stripped off her clothes. It was something that wasn’t born of lust somehow, seemed deeper than that.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hi,” Annie answered and could detect the breathlessness of her tone. She cringed, but Jeff didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he laid his palm flat down on the thigh he’d been teasing for several minutes and ran it up and then down again. “Jeff,” Annie whispered.
“Hmm?”
She wanted to rip his hand away and pull him on top of her. This wasn’t fair. There was no way he’d made any of those other girls wait. Annie knew he hadn’t made Britta crazy just to prove that he could.
It wasn’t fair at all.
“Jeff,” she tried again, not wanting to lend voice to her request.
Jeff inhaled slowly. “This is not being patient, Annie.” She couldn’t stop the irritated noise that escaped her throat and a moment later felt his hot breath against her neck as he leaned forward to whisper something into her ear. “We have all night, sweetheart.” The rush of heat that flowed through her at his words was almost startling in its strength. Okay, so he knew what he was doing. This wasn’t a surprise, was it? How many women had he-
No, that was a bad train of thought to climb onto. It was different now. It had to be.
Right?
Whatever came before this wasn’t important. Not the number of women or the way in which he may have- “How many women have to said ‘I love you’ to?” The words were tumbling out of Annie’s mouth before she could stop them and an instant later, in the absolute silence of the living room, she mentally slapped herself on the forehead for allowing her thoughts to be spoken.
“What?” he asked unsurely.
“Never mind,” she said quickly with a shake of her head. “I don’t want to know.”
“I wasn’t going to tell you anyway,” Jeff replied slowly, pausing between each word.
“Okay,” Annie said with what she hoped was an air of finality.
They sat in stillness for a moment. “I just killed the mood, didn’t I?” she asked.
“We can get it back,” Jeff replied quietly and slipped his hand down to the underside of Annie’s thigh, pulling it toward him. Her eyes widened as she allowed him to manipulate her body further, bringing her left leg to extend across his lap in what felt like a slightly awkward position. Her right leg was still tucked underneath her, digging into his sofa cushions. Jeff touched her big toe lightly and Annie jerked in his embrace. He glanced up at her as she bit her lip to keep from making noise.
Her toe?
Who knew?
Jeff knew somehow.
His finger trailed down her instep and then back up again before sliding up her damp calf. The sudden intake of air on her part didn’t go unnoticed and Jeff chuckled conceitedly. Annie tried to pull her leg away, but he was quicker, holding her against his lap. It wasn’t until then that she noticed the slight bulge he was trying to work around. Without thinking, Annie let one hand reach toward it and touch him delicately. Jeff, whose focus had been entirely on her naked leg, inhaled sharply and batted her hand away from him without giving it another thought. Annie pouted and reached for him again, but he grabbed her wrist easily and pulled it away from him. “Stop it,” he commanded softly without bothering to even glance up at her.
“Jeff,” Annie whined again and Jeff raised an eyebrow toward the leg he was still caressing.
“Annie, I told you.” His eyes finally met hers and despite the blue light coming from the ignored television, she could tell his eyes had gotten darker somehow. “I’m not letting you control this.”
“This isn’t controlling,” she argued. “This is trying to participate.”
“Not yet,” Jeff answered lightly as he brushed his palm up her thigh until his fingers slid just barely under the raised hemline of his shirt. Annie gasped stiltedly and then clamped her mouth shut. “Were you saying something, Annie?” She shook her head, not trusting her voice. Something inside told her that if he knew how much he was affecting her, he would stop. She could feel something winding up inside of her, coiling tighter and tighter in her belly, awaiting his okay to spring into action. Honestly, Annie wasn’t sure why she was so wholly allowing him to be in the driver seat right now.
His fingers slid down to the inside of her thigh and Annie was embarrassed to hear herself whimper lightly.
Oh right.
That was why she was letting him be in control.
Annie couldn’t really remember ever having felt so turned on in her whole life. He was making her entire body slowly come alive, and he hadn’t even really started trying yet. Jeff cleared his throat before pulling his fingertips away from her and Annie wriggled her leg toward his torso, chasing him. When her thigh pressed against his erection, Jeff exhaled and before Annie could figure out what was happening, she was being hauled toward him quickly. Two large hands spanned her waist and then she was straddling him easily, staring down at his upturned gaze. As if drawn forward like a magnet, Annie leaned down and pressed her lips against his. His hands slid quickly up her body and sunk into her wet hair, responding instantly. His tongue swiped at her lips and she opened to him without another thought. Annie allowed her fingertips to trail down his naked toned chest to his stomach, letting them spend time brushing against the hard planes of muscle she found there. Her thighs were beginning to ache from holding herself up from his body and when she finally lowered herself to his body completely, Jeff tore his mouth away in surprise. One of his slid over her shoulder and then moved swiftly down her back to gently trace over her backside, his eyes never leaving hers. The question that had been in his expression suddenly became an exclamation as he verified exactly what she wasn’t wearing underneath his shirt. He grabbed a fistful of the shirt and tugged her almost violently back toward him, crushing his lips against hers.
Annie sighed into his open mouth and Jeff replied with an almost animalistic groan. She reflexively pressed her pelvis toward him, connecting with his erection. He hissed into her mouth and she grinned widely. She was the one causing this reaction in him. It was so empowering and…maddening at the same time. Breaking away from his mouth, Annie smiled as she raised both hands to the top button of the oversized dress shirt and rubbed against the hard shiny surface. Jeff’s eyes moved from her face down to where her hands were joined in front of him. Anticipating his reaction, she undid the button slowly and they exhaled in tandem. When their gaze met a second later, his mouth quirked up on one side that disappeared as soon as her fingers moved down to the next button. She popped it open more quickly this time and didn’t hesitate before moving downward again. It wasn’t until she had the button clasped between her fingers that Jeff covered her hands with one of his own, stilling her actions. Annie bit her lip unsurely, hoping against hope that he wasn’t going to stop her in any way. He gently brushed her hands out of the way and they fell to her sides awkwardly as Annie continued to watch his actions.
“Jeff?” she murmured after a moment of stillness.
“Yeah,” he answered in a gravelly tone. “I want to do it.”
She exhaled, relieved when in the next moment he undid another button. It gaped in front of her, creating shadows against her partially exposed breasts. Jeff didn’t waste another moment before sliding a hand up to the newly exposed skin and touching it gently. He ran a finger up and down her breastbone before sliding further down to where the shirt was still closed. Annie allowed her eyes to flutter closed for a second before forcing them back open. She was only slightly alarmed to find him staring at her, waiting for her to react to his touch. Her mouth opened to speak, but she found she had no words for him. His soft knowing smile made her stomach squirm again. His hands settled on her waist again and then he was leaning forward to run his lips against her exposed breastbone. Soft dry kisses ran up to her throat and then back down again. Jeff pulled away only long enough to push his shirt to one side, revealing one of her breasts to him. Annie's breath froze in her lungs as she waited for him to do something. She was rewarded a moment later when his mouth connected with the soft flesh. Slowly, he kissed along the top of it before cupping it fully in one hand and rubbing his thumb across her quickly tightening nipple. She gasped at the sensation, knowing that he was able to feel in his lap how it was affecting her. Jeff grinned up at her before leaning in again and taking the hardened peak into his mouth and wetting it with his tongue. Annie threw her head back slightly, forcing her chest closer to him. His strong arms linked behind her back. She wanted more. It wasn't enough. "Jeff," she whimpered and in the next instant, he was sucking on her in earnest. She cried out at the sensation that shot immediately down to where she ultimately wanted him. Jeff pulled away and nuzzled the other side of her shirt aside before treating Annie's other breast with the same attention. Instinctively, she rolled her hips against him and Jeff groaned against her flesh. Suddenly, he was lifting her off of him easily and pushing her down flat against the cushions on the other side of him. He eyed her hungrily and Annie felt the rush between her legs. “I thought you didn’t want to do this,” she teased him lightly, closing her bent legs in front of her.
“And then you took off your underwear and climbed on top of me,” Jeff answered easily as he moved more fully on top of her.
She frowned. “You pulled me on top of you, Jeff.”
“Fine,” Jeff replied. “I’ll let you be right this time.”
“I am right this time,” Annie argued as each of his palms landed on a kneecap. Instead of pulling them apart like she anticipated, he slid them down her shins and she felt suddenly thankful that she had made the decision to shave her legs before getting out of his shower. They slid back up to her knees.
“Very soft,” he noted. He leaned forward and inhaled. “Did you use my moisturizer?” She nodded unsurely and Jeff chuckled low in his throat. “You put a lot of effort into this,” he continued after a moment’s thought and Annie felt her body tense up. Was he patronizing her now? Was he working her up only to drop her now? His eyes met hers in the glow of Nick At Nite. “You’re awesome, Annie.”
She knew she was blushing like a teenager, but she didn’t care. She had been waiting her entire life for a man to say that to her, and now one was. And not just any guy, but the one that she’d wanted to hear it from for what felt like such a long time. She hummed, approving of whatever he had just done or was about to do or had ever thought about doing to her. Jeff grinned in response. She allowed him to manipulate one of her legs down to dangle over the edge of the couch to the floor. The result was finding herself completely exposed to him now. His gaze didn’t leave hers as he pressed his index finger against her cloth-covered stomach and Annie inhaled sharply. His eyes narrowed playfully and then he was dragging it downward, pulling it back toward him as slowly as he could manage. He followed the curve of her body and Annie let out a tiny mewl as the finger brushed down her center, all the way to where her skin met the couch cushion underneath her. Jeff pulled back his hand, finger still pointed in the air and quirked an eyebrow at her. “Again?” he asked and she gave a short nod, resisting the urge to thrust her hips wantonly in his direction. The finger landed on her stomach again and she instinctively sucked in a breath at the contact. “Annie?” he teased. She nodded her head again, squeezing her eyes shut. It was ridiculous how wound up he had her with so little work.
She wanted this so badly and he was teasing her.
Great.
This time, when his digit drew over where she most wanted it, he pulled away at the last second and Annie did move her hips toward him, trying to hold the connection. “Anxious?” he asked and she groaned in frustration. “Look at me,” he said gently and Annie’s unfocused eyes met his. He licked his lips slowly and then his finger was back. Annie’s hips canted off the couch as he allowed himself to finally touch her in earnest, sliding his finger back and forth over her. “You have been anxious,” Jeff noted darkly and Annie rolled her eyes. “Wow,” he said a moment later and Annie wriggled her hips in his direction. He slid a finger into her and Annie cried out. “Holy crap,” he murmured. “You’re so…” He trailed off as he began a slow rhythm with his hand against her and she responded with increasing movement of her own.
“Jeff,” she whispered, feeling herself wind tighter and tighter. Her lower lip was sucked into her mouth and she bit down hard.
“I wanted to do this the other morning,” he announced quietly as he picked up his pace slightly. Annie nodded wordlessly. He withdrew his finger from her body and before she could protest, she felt it slide two inches north and begin to rub in small circles. She groaned out, her eyes flying open to meet his expectant gaze. “Yeah,” he said in a low voice. She could feel the inevitable coming and drew both of her feet back to the cushion to give herself better leverage. “Annie,” Jeff whispered. Oh. It was… She could almost taste it. He began circling faster and faster and Annie threw her head back as she felt the wave rolling toward her.
And then his hand was gone.
Annie’s eyes flew open in the next instant and she was struggling to sit up, glaring at him angrily. “I thought you’d fallen asleep,” he said, trying to smother a grin and she huffed her way into a pout. “So you’re awake then?” Jeff asked with a wry grin.
“Jeff,” Annie whined, throwing her head back, this time in frustration.
She had been so close. Why did he always have to be such a-
His finger lightly touched a spot just on the underside of her bundle of nerves and then she was flying apart completely unexpectedly. She cried out as his finger pressed back inside of her and she felt her muscles tighten around it. Jeff continued to coax the climax out of her, waiting for her to ride out the sudden orgasm that was still washing over her. Her toes curled against the fabric of his couch as she moved her hips upward in a rhythm her body was dictating to her.
It was glorious.
When she finally felt the warm tight sensation ebbing from her, Annie sighed contentedly and relaxed back onto the couch in front of him. Her eyes fluttered open again and she grinned widely at him. “How ya doin’?” he asked with a smirk and she rolled her eyes good naturedly. “I’ve…I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Annie turned her face away from him to rest her cheek against the cushion under her. There was a part of her that was perfectly sated and happy. But there was an even larger part that wanted to keep going with him, keep pushing forward until he told her to stop. Who knew when or if she would ever have this chance again? As soon as she had enough energy, she was going to sit up and pay him back for every-
He pulled his digit from where it had still been buried inside of her and Annie hissed blissfully. She locked eyes with him once again and watched as he slowly brought the glistening finger up to his face. He inhaled her scent, unnecessary now as it permeated the entire room, and then slipped the tip of the finger into his waiting mouth. Annie let out a strangled cry at the sight and then squeezed her eyes shut again. She needed to be able to stop focusing on her own wants if she was going to be able to actually participate in this whole thing. Jeff made a humming noise as his lips fully closed around his finger, tasting her and Annie mewled at the sound.
He wrapped an arm around her left thigh and lifted it until her ankle rested against the top of the couch. The cool rush of air against her exposed center caused a tingle to run down Annie’s spine and she shivered. Whether it was from the cold or the mere anticipation of what she knew was coming, Annie didn’t know. “Jeff,” Annie breathed out. “I want to touch you.” He shushed her, causing her to frown at him. She wanted to protest, to draw herself up and launch her entire body at him. She wanted to have power over him and hold him in the palm of her hand. He wanted to make him as crazy as he made her on a minute by minute basis. However, her muscles would not cooperate. A large portion of her brain wanted her to lay there selfishly and take whatever attention Jeff Winger was willing to bestow on her.
Jeff turned his face toward where her leg was propped up next to him and dropped his lips to the instep of her foot. Annie arched her back and allowed her toes to curl again. He kissed her softly there before sliding his lips further up her leg, passing her ankle with little attention before pressing tiny individual kisses against her calf. One hand came up to tickle the underside of her knee and Annie giggled lightly, resisting the urge to pull away from his touch in any way. He continued on his path toward where she ultimately wanted him the most. Once he reached her thigh, he started languidly planting kisses onto her freshly showered flesh.
“You taste like that soap you use,” Jeff muttered against his skin.
“I hadn’t bathed in like three days, Jeff.” Annie tightened the muscles in her thigh reflexively and Jeff’s eyes swept up her torso to land on her face. “Sorry,” she muttered quietly. He raised an eyebrow.
“You seem a little on edge,” he noted, clearly trying to keep a smirk from forming. She opened her mouth to argue with him, but then his mouth was otherwise engaged again and instead Annie took the opportunity to suck in a deep breath and let her eyes slide closed again.
Oh.
Okay.
That was…
Wow.
His touch was teasing, moving in light touches and almost-caresses. Jeff wasn’t going to allow her to relax into this at all, she could tell. He would swipe at her only to pull away and exhale against her flesh. Again and again he used the softest of strokes, until Annie was wantonly lifting herself up to meet him. He gave her a smile that glistened in the light of the forgotten television screen and then dropped his mouth to fully engage her. The squeal that escaped Annie surprised them both and when their gazes locked in the aftermath, there was a heat there that had never existed at this intensity level. Jeff brought his tongue back to connect with her sensitive flesh and went to work.
She was so close already. Annie had often assumed that his mouth was his most valuable asset, given his ability to talk his way out of or into any situation. But now, lying half underneath him on a twelve hundred dollar couch with his tongue lapping at her greedily, she was positive of that. The amount of gasping and sighing and mewling that was coming out of her sounded theatrical to her own ears, but with every noise she made, Jeff redoubled his efforts until she was groaning and thrashing under him. His finger was back, probing into her searchingly. "Annie," he murmured against her as his mouth moved up to suck her most sensitive part into his mouth. Annie felt the powerful climax rip through her, this time not a surprise given how close she’d been for so many minutes. Her eyes popped open in shock as she felt herself let go and watched as Jeff’s head bobbed between her legs, still working. The tingles were still fresh and she could feel the building start again quickly. Too quickly in fact. With shaking hands, Annie reached down and gently pushed him away from her.
“What?” he asked in a thick tone that was tinged with irritation. He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand and met her gaze. “What’s up?”
“I was…” Annie bit her lower lip, feeling the tremors still going as she broke off. “I…again. And I didn’t want to without you.”
This time the smirk that he gave her, while at least partly smug, was also genuine happiness. Or at least that was what she was telling herself. He hummed to himself and then kissed the inside of her thigh again. “Okay,” he finally agreed and Annie struggled slightly to sit up before she had strong hands wrapping around her waist and helping her.
“Thanks,” she murmured, acknowledging the assist he’d just given her. Jeff waggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled. “Not for that, Jeff.” Annie cringed. “I mean…yes, for that too. But…” She trailed off, unsure of how to work what she needed to say. Had any man ever so selflessly given to her, allowed her to get carried away without worrying about his own prurient needs? “You didn’t have to do that,” is what she finally settled on.
Jeff furrowed his brow. “I don’t know if you noticed Annie, but I was kind of enjoying myself.” He grinned at her impishly. “You make a lot of noise.”
Annie buried her face against his warm shoulder and groaned in embarrassment. “I know, I don’t know how that…” She stopped speaking. “I’ve never…done that.”
“Yeah, well I don’t know if you’ve noticed Annie, but I’m awesome.” He shrugged his shoulder lightly, pushing her off of him so he could look at her. She did so with trepidation. “You’re pretty awesome too, Annie.”
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Spoilers: Through Season 2
Word Count: 8678
Rating: M (!)
Disclaimer: Dan Harmon owns it all. Not me.
AN: Hi! I'm back! Some of you may know that I have been having serious computer issues for about a month now. My computer is very very dead, which has forced me to find alternate computers on which to finish writing this story. That makes for some slow going. But I come bearing smut, and a lot of it at that. This chapter was too long to post in one chunk, since I don't have one of those fancy paid accounts on here. That meant I could either cut it down extensively or rewrite the second half from another POV or just chop it in half and post them as two separate entries. That is what I'm going with here. The link to the second half is at the bottom of the page. Anyway, onto the smut!
Why had she thought this was a good idea?
Standing under the spray in Jeff's oversized shower, it had seemed like something that couldn't fail. Annie had envisioned how perfectly it could work as she'd washed herself carefully from head to toe, making sure every last inch of her was clean and ready for him. But now, in the non-existent light of his living room with her knee pressed up against his naked thigh, she was seeing everything that could go wrong.
What if he still rejected her?
Oh.
She hadn't thought about that. It was definitely a possibility. What was she doing? Puttiing herself out there and relying on other people had never once been something she could do. She had however decided that the perfect place to start was throwing herself at a man who was not easily accessible to begin with?
Good choice.
Annie bit her lip nervously and let one hand drift across the front of the expensive white shirt she swiped from his closet in a moment of recklessness. What if he yelled at her for taking his shirt and getting it all wet and-
“Annie.”
The voice commanded all of her attention instantly and when their eyes met in the dark, it wasn’t anger or confusion or revulsion she saw in his expression. Jeff slowly sat up. He stared at her in silence for several seconds before allowing his lips to curve upwards slightly. “You planned your own seduction?”
The idea was ludicrous. Annie would never do something like that. She’d merely taken it upon herself to be ready for any kind of sexual situation involving them and then woken him up to tell him she was in fact ready to have…
Oh.
She had planned her own seduction.
Who did that kind of thing?
Control freaks, that’s who.
Annie stared down at him uncertainly, waiting for some kind of response from him. What he did in the next moment however, was not what she wanted or expected at all. He…laughed. Jeff let out a deep sleep-covered chuckle, closing his eyes for a moment. She could feel the pout forming on her own mouth. She knew the plan had its crazy elements, but Annie didn’t see how it was so funny. “Jeff,” she whispered and in the next instant, he reached up and pulled her down next to him sloppily. She let out a surprised squeak as she landed, leg draped over him, on the couch at his side. She repeated his name again and was rewarded with a sleepy grin from him.
“You really like me,” he murmured with a knowing smile and Annie’s mouth dropped open in soundless protest.
“Jeff,” she whined and Jeff chuckled again. “I was trying to…” She had been trying so hard for so long to show him that she was a grown up and could handle whatever kind of grown up things he wanted to do with her. Or to her. “Never mind,” Annie finished lamely and ran her finger across the flat surface of the bottom button on the stolen shirt she was wearing.
“Annie,” Jeff tried again, his face turned toward her with a hint of a smile still present. “You do know that it worked, right?” She frowned at him confusedly. “I mean…you’re on the couch.”
She sighed. “Yeah, but we’re not doing anything.”
“Patience,” he muttered as he drew his eyes down the white expanse of bare thigh he had pressed against him. One long finger reached out to brush lightly at the flesh there and Annie’s breath hitched in her throat. “We have time, you know.” Annie watched as his eyes met hers again. “Did you really think I was going to let you control this?” She couldn’t help the grin that plastered itself on her face as Jeff leaned over toward her…
And picked up the remote control to flip on the television before settling back against the couch cushions. Annie made a strangled noise of anger and Jeff ignored her, choosing instead to focus on the ‘Bewitched’ episode that was on the screen in front of them. “This is the one where Tabitha can play the piano.” Annie raised an eyebrow in his direction and Jeff frowned. “Shut up, they used to show reruns after school.”
She sighed and relaxed against him. He was right. He wanted to control it, and she would try her hardest to let him control the speed with which they worked their way toward the inevitable. But it was easier said than done.
Annie loved control.
Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, keeping a concerted effort to continue listening to the laugh track of the classic sitcom Jeff had settled on. She would just rest for a minute. He wanted control, after all. The finger was back suddenly, committing much more to its previous mission this time. That is, if in fact the mission was to make her slightly crazy. Annie’s eyes snapped open and locked on the path Jeff’s finger was currently taking, slowly grazing up and down her thigh. It would travel as high as the hemline of her shirt before sliding back in the opposite direction again, never stopping in any spot it touched. Annie was transfixed by it, watching the way it seemed to chart a slightly different course upward every time. She slipped her tongue out to wet her suddenly dry lips and heard a light chuckle from next to her.
Jeff.
Right.
The man actually controlling the finger.
She met his gaze and was relieved to find him watching her instead of Elizabeth Montgomery. There was a quiet intensity to him that she couldn’t remember having seen before, even the other morning as he’d stripped off her clothes. It was something that wasn’t born of lust somehow, seemed deeper than that.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hi,” Annie answered and could detect the breathlessness of her tone. She cringed, but Jeff didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he laid his palm flat down on the thigh he’d been teasing for several minutes and ran it up and then down again. “Jeff,” Annie whispered.
“Hmm?”
She wanted to rip his hand away and pull him on top of her. This wasn’t fair. There was no way he’d made any of those other girls wait. Annie knew he hadn’t made Britta crazy just to prove that he could.
It wasn’t fair at all.
“Jeff,” she tried again, not wanting to lend voice to her request.
Jeff inhaled slowly. “This is not being patient, Annie.” She couldn’t stop the irritated noise that escaped her throat and a moment later felt his hot breath against her neck as he leaned forward to whisper something into her ear. “We have all night, sweetheart.” The rush of heat that flowed through her at his words was almost startling in its strength. Okay, so he knew what he was doing. This wasn’t a surprise, was it? How many women had he-
No, that was a bad train of thought to climb onto. It was different now. It had to be.
Right?
Whatever came before this wasn’t important. Not the number of women or the way in which he may have- “How many women have to said ‘I love you’ to?” The words were tumbling out of Annie’s mouth before she could stop them and an instant later, in the absolute silence of the living room, she mentally slapped herself on the forehead for allowing her thoughts to be spoken.
“What?” he asked unsurely.
“Never mind,” she said quickly with a shake of her head. “I don’t want to know.”
“I wasn’t going to tell you anyway,” Jeff replied slowly, pausing between each word.
“Okay,” Annie said with what she hoped was an air of finality.
They sat in stillness for a moment. “I just killed the mood, didn’t I?” she asked.
“We can get it back,” Jeff replied quietly and slipped his hand down to the underside of Annie’s thigh, pulling it toward him. Her eyes widened as she allowed him to manipulate her body further, bringing her left leg to extend across his lap in what felt like a slightly awkward position. Her right leg was still tucked underneath her, digging into his sofa cushions. Jeff touched her big toe lightly and Annie jerked in his embrace. He glanced up at her as she bit her lip to keep from making noise.
Her toe?
Who knew?
Jeff knew somehow.
His finger trailed down her instep and then back up again before sliding up her damp calf. The sudden intake of air on her part didn’t go unnoticed and Jeff chuckled conceitedly. Annie tried to pull her leg away, but he was quicker, holding her against his lap. It wasn’t until then that she noticed the slight bulge he was trying to work around. Without thinking, Annie let one hand reach toward it and touch him delicately. Jeff, whose focus had been entirely on her naked leg, inhaled sharply and batted her hand away from him without giving it another thought. Annie pouted and reached for him again, but he grabbed her wrist easily and pulled it away from him. “Stop it,” he commanded softly without bothering to even glance up at her.
“Jeff,” Annie whined again and Jeff raised an eyebrow toward the leg he was still caressing.
“Annie, I told you.” His eyes finally met hers and despite the blue light coming from the ignored television, she could tell his eyes had gotten darker somehow. “I’m not letting you control this.”
“This isn’t controlling,” she argued. “This is trying to participate.”
“Not yet,” Jeff answered lightly as he brushed his palm up her thigh until his fingers slid just barely under the raised hemline of his shirt. Annie gasped stiltedly and then clamped her mouth shut. “Were you saying something, Annie?” She shook her head, not trusting her voice. Something inside told her that if he knew how much he was affecting her, he would stop. She could feel something winding up inside of her, coiling tighter and tighter in her belly, awaiting his okay to spring into action. Honestly, Annie wasn’t sure why she was so wholly allowing him to be in the driver seat right now.
His fingers slid down to the inside of her thigh and Annie was embarrassed to hear herself whimper lightly.
Oh right.
That was why she was letting him be in control.
Annie couldn’t really remember ever having felt so turned on in her whole life. He was making her entire body slowly come alive, and he hadn’t even really started trying yet. Jeff cleared his throat before pulling his fingertips away from her and Annie wriggled her leg toward his torso, chasing him. When her thigh pressed against his erection, Jeff exhaled and before Annie could figure out what was happening, she was being hauled toward him quickly. Two large hands spanned her waist and then she was straddling him easily, staring down at his upturned gaze. As if drawn forward like a magnet, Annie leaned down and pressed her lips against his. His hands slid quickly up her body and sunk into her wet hair, responding instantly. His tongue swiped at her lips and she opened to him without another thought. Annie allowed her fingertips to trail down his naked toned chest to his stomach, letting them spend time brushing against the hard planes of muscle she found there. Her thighs were beginning to ache from holding herself up from his body and when she finally lowered herself to his body completely, Jeff tore his mouth away in surprise. One of his slid over her shoulder and then moved swiftly down her back to gently trace over her backside, his eyes never leaving hers. The question that had been in his expression suddenly became an exclamation as he verified exactly what she wasn’t wearing underneath his shirt. He grabbed a fistful of the shirt and tugged her almost violently back toward him, crushing his lips against hers.
Annie sighed into his open mouth and Jeff replied with an almost animalistic groan. She reflexively pressed her pelvis toward him, connecting with his erection. He hissed into her mouth and she grinned widely. She was the one causing this reaction in him. It was so empowering and…maddening at the same time. Breaking away from his mouth, Annie smiled as she raised both hands to the top button of the oversized dress shirt and rubbed against the hard shiny surface. Jeff’s eyes moved from her face down to where her hands were joined in front of him. Anticipating his reaction, she undid the button slowly and they exhaled in tandem. When their gaze met a second later, his mouth quirked up on one side that disappeared as soon as her fingers moved down to the next button. She popped it open more quickly this time and didn’t hesitate before moving downward again. It wasn’t until she had the button clasped between her fingers that Jeff covered her hands with one of his own, stilling her actions. Annie bit her lip unsurely, hoping against hope that he wasn’t going to stop her in any way. He gently brushed her hands out of the way and they fell to her sides awkwardly as Annie continued to watch his actions.
“Jeff?” she murmured after a moment of stillness.
“Yeah,” he answered in a gravelly tone. “I want to do it.”
She exhaled, relieved when in the next moment he undid another button. It gaped in front of her, creating shadows against her partially exposed breasts. Jeff didn’t waste another moment before sliding a hand up to the newly exposed skin and touching it gently. He ran a finger up and down her breastbone before sliding further down to where the shirt was still closed. Annie allowed her eyes to flutter closed for a second before forcing them back open. She was only slightly alarmed to find him staring at her, waiting for her to react to his touch. Her mouth opened to speak, but she found she had no words for him. His soft knowing smile made her stomach squirm again. His hands settled on her waist again and then he was leaning forward to run his lips against her exposed breastbone. Soft dry kisses ran up to her throat and then back down again. Jeff pulled away only long enough to push his shirt to one side, revealing one of her breasts to him. Annie's breath froze in her lungs as she waited for him to do something. She was rewarded a moment later when his mouth connected with the soft flesh. Slowly, he kissed along the top of it before cupping it fully in one hand and rubbing his thumb across her quickly tightening nipple. She gasped at the sensation, knowing that he was able to feel in his lap how it was affecting her. Jeff grinned up at her before leaning in again and taking the hardened peak into his mouth and wetting it with his tongue. Annie threw her head back slightly, forcing her chest closer to him. His strong arms linked behind her back. She wanted more. It wasn't enough. "Jeff," she whimpered and in the next instant, he was sucking on her in earnest. She cried out at the sensation that shot immediately down to where she ultimately wanted him. Jeff pulled away and nuzzled the other side of her shirt aside before treating Annie's other breast with the same attention. Instinctively, she rolled her hips against him and Jeff groaned against her flesh. Suddenly, he was lifting her off of him easily and pushing her down flat against the cushions on the other side of him. He eyed her hungrily and Annie felt the rush between her legs. “I thought you didn’t want to do this,” she teased him lightly, closing her bent legs in front of her.
“And then you took off your underwear and climbed on top of me,” Jeff answered easily as he moved more fully on top of her.
She frowned. “You pulled me on top of you, Jeff.”
“Fine,” Jeff replied. “I’ll let you be right this time.”
“I am right this time,” Annie argued as each of his palms landed on a kneecap. Instead of pulling them apart like she anticipated, he slid them down her shins and she felt suddenly thankful that she had made the decision to shave her legs before getting out of his shower. They slid back up to her knees.
“Very soft,” he noted. He leaned forward and inhaled. “Did you use my moisturizer?” She nodded unsurely and Jeff chuckled low in his throat. “You put a lot of effort into this,” he continued after a moment’s thought and Annie felt her body tense up. Was he patronizing her now? Was he working her up only to drop her now? His eyes met hers in the glow of Nick At Nite. “You’re awesome, Annie.”
She knew she was blushing like a teenager, but she didn’t care. She had been waiting her entire life for a man to say that to her, and now one was. And not just any guy, but the one that she’d wanted to hear it from for what felt like such a long time. She hummed, approving of whatever he had just done or was about to do or had ever thought about doing to her. Jeff grinned in response. She allowed him to manipulate one of her legs down to dangle over the edge of the couch to the floor. The result was finding herself completely exposed to him now. His gaze didn’t leave hers as he pressed his index finger against her cloth-covered stomach and Annie inhaled sharply. His eyes narrowed playfully and then he was dragging it downward, pulling it back toward him as slowly as he could manage. He followed the curve of her body and Annie let out a tiny mewl as the finger brushed down her center, all the way to where her skin met the couch cushion underneath her. Jeff pulled back his hand, finger still pointed in the air and quirked an eyebrow at her. “Again?” he asked and she gave a short nod, resisting the urge to thrust her hips wantonly in his direction. The finger landed on her stomach again and she instinctively sucked in a breath at the contact. “Annie?” he teased. She nodded her head again, squeezing her eyes shut. It was ridiculous how wound up he had her with so little work.
She wanted this so badly and he was teasing her.
Great.
This time, when his digit drew over where she most wanted it, he pulled away at the last second and Annie did move her hips toward him, trying to hold the connection. “Anxious?” he asked and she groaned in frustration. “Look at me,” he said gently and Annie’s unfocused eyes met his. He licked his lips slowly and then his finger was back. Annie’s hips canted off the couch as he allowed himself to finally touch her in earnest, sliding his finger back and forth over her. “You have been anxious,” Jeff noted darkly and Annie rolled her eyes. “Wow,” he said a moment later and Annie wriggled her hips in his direction. He slid a finger into her and Annie cried out. “Holy crap,” he murmured. “You’re so…” He trailed off as he began a slow rhythm with his hand against her and she responded with increasing movement of her own.
“Jeff,” she whispered, feeling herself wind tighter and tighter. Her lower lip was sucked into her mouth and she bit down hard.
“I wanted to do this the other morning,” he announced quietly as he picked up his pace slightly. Annie nodded wordlessly. He withdrew his finger from her body and before she could protest, she felt it slide two inches north and begin to rub in small circles. She groaned out, her eyes flying open to meet his expectant gaze. “Yeah,” he said in a low voice. She could feel the inevitable coming and drew both of her feet back to the cushion to give herself better leverage. “Annie,” Jeff whispered. Oh. It was… She could almost taste it. He began circling faster and faster and Annie threw her head back as she felt the wave rolling toward her.
And then his hand was gone.
Annie’s eyes flew open in the next instant and she was struggling to sit up, glaring at him angrily. “I thought you’d fallen asleep,” he said, trying to smother a grin and she huffed her way into a pout. “So you’re awake then?” Jeff asked with a wry grin.
“Jeff,” Annie whined, throwing her head back, this time in frustration.
She had been so close. Why did he always have to be such a-
His finger lightly touched a spot just on the underside of her bundle of nerves and then she was flying apart completely unexpectedly. She cried out as his finger pressed back inside of her and she felt her muscles tighten around it. Jeff continued to coax the climax out of her, waiting for her to ride out the sudden orgasm that was still washing over her. Her toes curled against the fabric of his couch as she moved her hips upward in a rhythm her body was dictating to her.
It was glorious.
When she finally felt the warm tight sensation ebbing from her, Annie sighed contentedly and relaxed back onto the couch in front of him. Her eyes fluttered open again and she grinned widely at him. “How ya doin’?” he asked with a smirk and she rolled her eyes good naturedly. “I’ve…I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Annie turned her face away from him to rest her cheek against the cushion under her. There was a part of her that was perfectly sated and happy. But there was an even larger part that wanted to keep going with him, keep pushing forward until he told her to stop. Who knew when or if she would ever have this chance again? As soon as she had enough energy, she was going to sit up and pay him back for every-
He pulled his digit from where it had still been buried inside of her and Annie hissed blissfully. She locked eyes with him once again and watched as he slowly brought the glistening finger up to his face. He inhaled her scent, unnecessary now as it permeated the entire room, and then slipped the tip of the finger into his waiting mouth. Annie let out a strangled cry at the sight and then squeezed her eyes shut again. She needed to be able to stop focusing on her own wants if she was going to be able to actually participate in this whole thing. Jeff made a humming noise as his lips fully closed around his finger, tasting her and Annie mewled at the sound.
He wrapped an arm around her left thigh and lifted it until her ankle rested against the top of the couch. The cool rush of air against her exposed center caused a tingle to run down Annie’s spine and she shivered. Whether it was from the cold or the mere anticipation of what she knew was coming, Annie didn’t know. “Jeff,” Annie breathed out. “I want to touch you.” He shushed her, causing her to frown at him. She wanted to protest, to draw herself up and launch her entire body at him. She wanted to have power over him and hold him in the palm of her hand. He wanted to make him as crazy as he made her on a minute by minute basis. However, her muscles would not cooperate. A large portion of her brain wanted her to lay there selfishly and take whatever attention Jeff Winger was willing to bestow on her.
Jeff turned his face toward where her leg was propped up next to him and dropped his lips to the instep of her foot. Annie arched her back and allowed her toes to curl again. He kissed her softly there before sliding his lips further up her leg, passing her ankle with little attention before pressing tiny individual kisses against her calf. One hand came up to tickle the underside of her knee and Annie giggled lightly, resisting the urge to pull away from his touch in any way. He continued on his path toward where she ultimately wanted him the most. Once he reached her thigh, he started languidly planting kisses onto her freshly showered flesh.
“You taste like that soap you use,” Jeff muttered against his skin.
“I hadn’t bathed in like three days, Jeff.” Annie tightened the muscles in her thigh reflexively and Jeff’s eyes swept up her torso to land on her face. “Sorry,” she muttered quietly. He raised an eyebrow.
“You seem a little on edge,” he noted, clearly trying to keep a smirk from forming. She opened her mouth to argue with him, but then his mouth was otherwise engaged again and instead Annie took the opportunity to suck in a deep breath and let her eyes slide closed again.
Oh.
Okay.
That was…
Wow.
His touch was teasing, moving in light touches and almost-caresses. Jeff wasn’t going to allow her to relax into this at all, she could tell. He would swipe at her only to pull away and exhale against her flesh. Again and again he used the softest of strokes, until Annie was wantonly lifting herself up to meet him. He gave her a smile that glistened in the light of the forgotten television screen and then dropped his mouth to fully engage her. The squeal that escaped Annie surprised them both and when their gazes locked in the aftermath, there was a heat there that had never existed at this intensity level. Jeff brought his tongue back to connect with her sensitive flesh and went to work.
She was so close already. Annie had often assumed that his mouth was his most valuable asset, given his ability to talk his way out of or into any situation. But now, lying half underneath him on a twelve hundred dollar couch with his tongue lapping at her greedily, she was positive of that. The amount of gasping and sighing and mewling that was coming out of her sounded theatrical to her own ears, but with every noise she made, Jeff redoubled his efforts until she was groaning and thrashing under him. His finger was back, probing into her searchingly. "Annie," he murmured against her as his mouth moved up to suck her most sensitive part into his mouth. Annie felt the powerful climax rip through her, this time not a surprise given how close she’d been for so many minutes. Her eyes popped open in shock as she felt herself let go and watched as Jeff’s head bobbed between her legs, still working. The tingles were still fresh and she could feel the building start again quickly. Too quickly in fact. With shaking hands, Annie reached down and gently pushed him away from her.
“What?” he asked in a thick tone that was tinged with irritation. He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand and met her gaze. “What’s up?”
“I was…” Annie bit her lower lip, feeling the tremors still going as she broke off. “I…again. And I didn’t want to without you.”
This time the smirk that he gave her, while at least partly smug, was also genuine happiness. Or at least that was what she was telling herself. He hummed to himself and then kissed the inside of her thigh again. “Okay,” he finally agreed and Annie struggled slightly to sit up before she had strong hands wrapping around her waist and helping her.
“Thanks,” she murmured, acknowledging the assist he’d just given her. Jeff waggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled. “Not for that, Jeff.” Annie cringed. “I mean…yes, for that too. But…” She trailed off, unsure of how to work what she needed to say. Had any man ever so selflessly given to her, allowed her to get carried away without worrying about his own prurient needs? “You didn’t have to do that,” is what she finally settled on.
Jeff furrowed his brow. “I don’t know if you noticed Annie, but I was kind of enjoying myself.” He grinned at her impishly. “You make a lot of noise.”
Annie buried her face against his warm shoulder and groaned in embarrassment. “I know, I don’t know how that…” She stopped speaking. “I’ve never…done that.”
“Yeah, well I don’t know if you’ve noticed Annie, but I’m awesome.” He shrugged his shoulder lightly, pushing her off of him so he could look at her. She did so with trepidation. “You’re pretty awesome too, Annie.”
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