Taking Off The Look
Title: Taking Off The Look (sequel to Going For The Look)
Fandom: Community
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Romance, Fluff
Characters/Pairings: Jeff/Annie, Vicki/Neil
Spoilers: None, really - up to the end of S2 I guess.
Summary: After they finally get together at the Halloween Dance, Jeff and Annie take it someplace more private.
A/N: The pure smut sequel to Going For The Look, as requested by several awesome reviewers. This is one of the fluffiest, most schmoopy things I’ve ever written, and it’s the first time I’ve ever written Jeff/Annie sexytimes happening in a proper bed, after something resembling a date. I’m getting downright conventional in my old age. Enjoy!
The dance was almost finished - only two couples remained on the dance-floor.
The DJ, ever a hopeless romantic, knew he’d been payed for five hours and worked six, but didn’t care: he kept playing the ‘100 greatest love songs’ album he brought for such occasions, and basked in the glow of those who allow magic to happen.
Vicki and Neil - because she had never thought of him as Fat Neil - finally left the hall, hand-in-hand, and Annie opened her eyes.
“Ah, Jeff?” She moved her head, dislodging his cheek from he top of her hair, and his grunted.
“Yeah?”
“Unless you’re planning to sleep here, I think it’s time to go.”
He looked up and about, and saw the notable lack of anyone else.
“Do we win the dance marathon?” Annie kept hold of his hand, but started to move off the dance-floor and toward the door.
“I guess… I think we win laziest couple.”
She couldn’t help the smile that burst across her face, “Couple?” She loved it when he smiled like that. Like he was a real person and not an emotionless lawyer-bot. It made her bones go liquid. “Careful, next thing you know you’ll be in a relationship.”
“As long as I never have to buy Chubby Hubby ice-cream, I’ll deal.” He muttered, absently, and she hoped he didn’t see the secret little grin that brought to her lips.
“Where do we go from here, then?” Annie asked, as they reached his car.
“Well,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Either you get in the car with me, or I let you walk home through your terrible neighborhood and leave you to your fate.”
“Like I could walk anywhere in these heels.”
“Right,” he nodded, “Car it is, then.” He opened the door for her, “Milady.”
She smiled up at him - couldn’t stop, to be honest - “Milord.”
He swung into the drivers’ seat as she fastened her seatbelt, and without a word attacked her mouth with his. He threaded his fingers through her hair, kissing her until she was breathless and trembling.
Then he pulled away, cocksure grin still firmly in place, and surveyed his handiwork. When Annie’s motor functions were back, she raised an eyebrow, “What was that for?”
“For the heels.”
“Huh?”
“They make your legs look fantastic,” he explained, “And provide an excuse to lock you alone in a confined space with me.”
“Oh.” She made a mental note to throw out all her ballet flats as soon as she got home.
“Now, I have a choice.”
“What?”
“Either, I kidnap you again and go back to my place or…” a slow smile spread across his face, the kind of dark smile that did unspeakable things to her insides, “Well, I’m kidnapping you, so there is no other option. Okay?”
“Abduction’s fine by me.”
“Good.”
The drive back to his place was longer than he could have imagined. She had shifted closer to him, her leg now firmly pressed against his, and he’d somehow wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Her head rested on his shoulder.
Annie could feel the throbbing heat between her legs building, and she found herself moulding herself around him, trying to get as much of his body pressed against her as she could. In the dark, highlighted by the glow of streetlights rushing past, his eyes fastened on the road ahead, he looked more gorgeous than she could stand. She had to physically stop herself from leaning forward and nibbling on the pointed edge of his jaw bone, contenting herself from nuzzling as far as she could into his neck.
They were silent: he was scared that if he said anything, she’d reply. And whatever she said would send him over the edge, and if he started fucking her right here in the car then they’d become a bloody mess on the highway.
So his eyes stayed focused straight ahead, until they pulled up outside of his building. “Okay?” He asked, hoping to God she wouldn’t suddenly beg him to take her home. She shot him a wide, bright, excited grin, proud of how not-nervous she felt. She could barely move for wanting him so much.
His answering beam could have replaced his car headlights. He grabbed her hand, locked the car, and pulled her up the stairs to his apartment faster than he’d ever thought he could move.
By the time they reached his door, his hands were on her waist and her mouth was trailing up and down his neck, distracting him from the suddenly impossible task of opening the goddamn door.
They were finally inside when her legs wrapped around his waist, and he kicked the door shut.
Annie had always promised herself that, if she ever got inside Jeff’s home, she’d catalogue every little detail for further notice. Now, all she cared about were his kisses along her collarbone and his hands on her ass, under her skirt, keeping her pressed firmly against him. They were so large and warm and firm, promising to never drop her if she just stayed exactly where she was, plastered against him, tugging his earlobe with her teeth.
She couldn’t have said which door lead to the bedroom, it seemed like an instant between the slam of the front door and her back hitting the mattress.
“Okay?”
Somehow, she was deeply touched that he’d thought to ask.
“Better than.” Her hands rested on his shoulders, as he held himself over her, propped on his forearms.
She leaned her head up and met his lips for another kiss, deep and slow and searching. His hands found the zipper of her dress and slid it down, and she broke away with a gasp, as he slid searching fingers under the soft material to pinch one of her nipples.
She squirmed urgently against him, legs still wrapped securely around his hips, gaining friction right where she needed it.
He moved up to look her in the eyes, and his downright filthy smile sent a shiver of pure want straight through her, “Patience.”
“We’ve waited long enough.” She protested, only to be silenced by the feel of his fingertips ghosting up the inside of her thigh, over the tops of her stockings. Had her brain not already been reduced to a gooey mess, she would have been embarrassed by how wet she already was for him.
The smirk remained as he looked her straight in the eyes, stroking over her soaked pussy with the lightest touches. She moaned, and dug her nails into his shoulders, breathing hard.
She wriggled a little to help his efforts to work her - thankfully strapless - dress down over her hips. She released her legs so he could slide the dress completely off her, to be cast aside onto the floor, creating a bright splash of colour on his dull grey carpet. He pulled his own shirt and waistcoat off, and threw his black jeans and boxers onto the floor with her dress. He pulled a little foil packet out of the draw of a bedside table, and ripped it open, sheathing his now rock-hard shaft in the latex and moving back to the beautiful, smiling woman lying impatient on the bed.
Jeff moved back over her, ready to resume his teasing, but Annie beat him to it. She took him by surprise and flipped them over so she could sit astride him, the tops of her stockings resting against his sides. She guided his hands to her hips, and took his stiff cock in one hand, guiding him into her hot, wet core.
He hissed in pleasure as she bore down, taking him completely inside her. She started to move, moving down as he thrust up to meet her, building a rhythm that was fast and hard, releasing tension that had been building for over two years.
His hands pinched at her hips, and she moaned as he bucked completely up inside her, rolling his hips with a sneer as she screamed out.
She looked down at him and smiled, wide, a hand pressed to her mouth.
“The Spanish family downstairs already hate me,” He grinned up at her, “Scream as loud as you like.”
“I’m not a screamer.”
“Really?” He arched an eyebrow, rolled his hips, and elicited a long, high moan.
“Usually.” She amended, when she’d caught what remained of her breath.
“Let’s see.” He flipped them back over and rolled his hips hard again. She couldn’t contain another breathy scream, as her legs wrapped back around him. “Like that?”, he asked, repeating the motion.
She nodded, unable to form words, and screamed yet again as he started to pound into her, harder than before, reaching one had down between them to ghost against her clit. He looked down at her, her hair wild, cheeks flushed, doe-eyes clenched shut, and felt a wave of affection rush through him. He leaned down, brushed his lips along her neck, under her hair, kissed her earlobe, and whispered, “I love you.”
He felt her clench and tighten around him, felt her muscles spasm, and the feeling of her so hot and tight and wet, wrenching his cock, sent him over the edge after her.
He collapsed next to her, breathing hard, and sorted himself out before shifting oto his back. She automatically rolled so he could wrap his arms around her, her cheek pressed to his shoulder.
“What took you so long?” She asked, after a comfortable moment.
“Huh?” He looked down at the top of her dark head, “I know you’re young, but long is better. Trust me.”
She whapped him lightly on the chest, and chuckled, “I don’t mean that. I mean this - us - what took you so long?”
“I honestly have no idea.” He grinned down at her, “But I’m willing to spend the next year making up for it, if that helps?”
“Mmm, good plan.” She snuggled further into him, and dragged a blanket from the end of the bed up with her feet, then her hands, to cover them both as they started to drift off.
A few minutes later, Jeff’s chest was rising and falling regularly, and his arm, still around her, had relaxed. “Jeff?” Annie whispered into the darkness.
“Mmmhmm…” He mumbled, only half awake, half in a world naked-Annie dreams.
“I love you too.”
She knew he’d heard her by the feeling of his arm wrapping even tighter around her, and the blissful smile on his sleeping face.
Fandom: Community
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Romance, Fluff
Characters/Pairings: Jeff/Annie, Vicki/Neil
Spoilers: None, really - up to the end of S2 I guess.
Summary: After they finally get together at the Halloween Dance, Jeff and Annie take it someplace more private.
A/N: The pure smut sequel to Going For The Look, as requested by several awesome reviewers. This is one of the fluffiest, most schmoopy things I’ve ever written, and it’s the first time I’ve ever written Jeff/Annie sexytimes happening in a proper bed, after something resembling a date. I’m getting downright conventional in my old age. Enjoy!
The dance was almost finished - only two couples remained on the dance-floor.
The DJ, ever a hopeless romantic, knew he’d been payed for five hours and worked six, but didn’t care: he kept playing the ‘100 greatest love songs’ album he brought for such occasions, and basked in the glow of those who allow magic to happen.
Vicki and Neil - because she had never thought of him as Fat Neil - finally left the hall, hand-in-hand, and Annie opened her eyes.
“Ah, Jeff?” She moved her head, dislodging his cheek from he top of her hair, and his grunted.
“Yeah?”
“Unless you’re planning to sleep here, I think it’s time to go.”
He looked up and about, and saw the notable lack of anyone else.
“Do we win the dance marathon?” Annie kept hold of his hand, but started to move off the dance-floor and toward the door.
“I guess… I think we win laziest couple.”
She couldn’t help the smile that burst across her face, “Couple?” She loved it when he smiled like that. Like he was a real person and not an emotionless lawyer-bot. It made her bones go liquid. “Careful, next thing you know you’ll be in a relationship.”
“As long as I never have to buy Chubby Hubby ice-cream, I’ll deal.” He muttered, absently, and she hoped he didn’t see the secret little grin that brought to her lips.
“Where do we go from here, then?” Annie asked, as they reached his car.
“Well,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Either you get in the car with me, or I let you walk home through your terrible neighborhood and leave you to your fate.”
“Like I could walk anywhere in these heels.”
“Right,” he nodded, “Car it is, then.” He opened the door for her, “Milady.”
She smiled up at him - couldn’t stop, to be honest - “Milord.”
He swung into the drivers’ seat as she fastened her seatbelt, and without a word attacked her mouth with his. He threaded his fingers through her hair, kissing her until she was breathless and trembling.
Then he pulled away, cocksure grin still firmly in place, and surveyed his handiwork. When Annie’s motor functions were back, she raised an eyebrow, “What was that for?”
“For the heels.”
“Huh?”
“They make your legs look fantastic,” he explained, “And provide an excuse to lock you alone in a confined space with me.”
“Oh.” She made a mental note to throw out all her ballet flats as soon as she got home.
“Now, I have a choice.”
“What?”
“Either, I kidnap you again and go back to my place or…” a slow smile spread across his face, the kind of dark smile that did unspeakable things to her insides, “Well, I’m kidnapping you, so there is no other option. Okay?”
“Abduction’s fine by me.”
“Good.”
The drive back to his place was longer than he could have imagined. She had shifted closer to him, her leg now firmly pressed against his, and he’d somehow wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Her head rested on his shoulder.
Annie could feel the throbbing heat between her legs building, and she found herself moulding herself around him, trying to get as much of his body pressed against her as she could. In the dark, highlighted by the glow of streetlights rushing past, his eyes fastened on the road ahead, he looked more gorgeous than she could stand. She had to physically stop herself from leaning forward and nibbling on the pointed edge of his jaw bone, contenting herself from nuzzling as far as she could into his neck.
They were silent: he was scared that if he said anything, she’d reply. And whatever she said would send him over the edge, and if he started fucking her right here in the car then they’d become a bloody mess on the highway.
So his eyes stayed focused straight ahead, until they pulled up outside of his building. “Okay?” He asked, hoping to God she wouldn’t suddenly beg him to take her home. She shot him a wide, bright, excited grin, proud of how not-nervous she felt. She could barely move for wanting him so much.
His answering beam could have replaced his car headlights. He grabbed her hand, locked the car, and pulled her up the stairs to his apartment faster than he’d ever thought he could move.
By the time they reached his door, his hands were on her waist and her mouth was trailing up and down his neck, distracting him from the suddenly impossible task of opening the goddamn door.
They were finally inside when her legs wrapped around his waist, and he kicked the door shut.
Annie had always promised herself that, if she ever got inside Jeff’s home, she’d catalogue every little detail for further notice. Now, all she cared about were his kisses along her collarbone and his hands on her ass, under her skirt, keeping her pressed firmly against him. They were so large and warm and firm, promising to never drop her if she just stayed exactly where she was, plastered against him, tugging his earlobe with her teeth.
She couldn’t have said which door lead to the bedroom, it seemed like an instant between the slam of the front door and her back hitting the mattress.
“Okay?”
Somehow, she was deeply touched that he’d thought to ask.
“Better than.” Her hands rested on his shoulders, as he held himself over her, propped on his forearms.
She leaned her head up and met his lips for another kiss, deep and slow and searching. His hands found the zipper of her dress and slid it down, and she broke away with a gasp, as he slid searching fingers under the soft material to pinch one of her nipples.
She squirmed urgently against him, legs still wrapped securely around his hips, gaining friction right where she needed it.
He moved up to look her in the eyes, and his downright filthy smile sent a shiver of pure want straight through her, “Patience.”
“We’ve waited long enough.” She protested, only to be silenced by the feel of his fingertips ghosting up the inside of her thigh, over the tops of her stockings. Had her brain not already been reduced to a gooey mess, she would have been embarrassed by how wet she already was for him.
The smirk remained as he looked her straight in the eyes, stroking over her soaked pussy with the lightest touches. She moaned, and dug her nails into his shoulders, breathing hard.
She wriggled a little to help his efforts to work her - thankfully strapless - dress down over her hips. She released her legs so he could slide the dress completely off her, to be cast aside onto the floor, creating a bright splash of colour on his dull grey carpet. He pulled his own shirt and waistcoat off, and threw his black jeans and boxers onto the floor with her dress. He pulled a little foil packet out of the draw of a bedside table, and ripped it open, sheathing his now rock-hard shaft in the latex and moving back to the beautiful, smiling woman lying impatient on the bed.
Jeff moved back over her, ready to resume his teasing, but Annie beat him to it. She took him by surprise and flipped them over so she could sit astride him, the tops of her stockings resting against his sides. She guided his hands to her hips, and took his stiff cock in one hand, guiding him into her hot, wet core.
He hissed in pleasure as she bore down, taking him completely inside her. She started to move, moving down as he thrust up to meet her, building a rhythm that was fast and hard, releasing tension that had been building for over two years.
His hands pinched at her hips, and she moaned as he bucked completely up inside her, rolling his hips with a sneer as she screamed out.
She looked down at him and smiled, wide, a hand pressed to her mouth.
“The Spanish family downstairs already hate me,” He grinned up at her, “Scream as loud as you like.”
“I’m not a screamer.”
“Really?” He arched an eyebrow, rolled his hips, and elicited a long, high moan.
“Usually.” She amended, when she’d caught what remained of her breath.
“Let’s see.” He flipped them back over and rolled his hips hard again. She couldn’t contain another breathy scream, as her legs wrapped back around him. “Like that?”, he asked, repeating the motion.
She nodded, unable to form words, and screamed yet again as he started to pound into her, harder than before, reaching one had down between them to ghost against her clit. He looked down at her, her hair wild, cheeks flushed, doe-eyes clenched shut, and felt a wave of affection rush through him. He leaned down, brushed his lips along her neck, under her hair, kissed her earlobe, and whispered, “I love you.”
He felt her clench and tighten around him, felt her muscles spasm, and the feeling of her so hot and tight and wet, wrenching his cock, sent him over the edge after her.
He collapsed next to her, breathing hard, and sorted himself out before shifting oto his back. She automatically rolled so he could wrap his arms around her, her cheek pressed to his shoulder.
“What took you so long?” She asked, after a comfortable moment.
“Huh?” He looked down at the top of her dark head, “I know you’re young, but long is better. Trust me.”
She whapped him lightly on the chest, and chuckled, “I don’t mean that. I mean this - us - what took you so long?”
“I honestly have no idea.” He grinned down at her, “But I’m willing to spend the next year making up for it, if that helps?”
“Mmm, good plan.” She snuggled further into him, and dragged a blanket from the end of the bed up with her feet, then her hands, to cover them both as they started to drift off.
A few minutes later, Jeff’s chest was rising and falling regularly, and his arm, still around her, had relaxed. “Jeff?” Annie whispered into the darkness.
“Mmmhmm…” He mumbled, only half awake, half in a world naked-Annie dreams.
“I love you too.”
She knew he’d heard her by the feeling of his arm wrapping even tighter around her, and the blissful smile on his sleeping face.