Geez, You're Something to See (5/?)
title: Geez, You're Something to See (5/?)
fandom: Community
pairing: Annie/Jeff
rating: NC-17
word count: 6,435
spoilers: None specific
a/n: So, I've been a tid bit busy lately, but dearygirl's awesome encouragement and great beta notes have helped me get this to where it is. As near as I can figure there are three more parts left to go (that I know about; they sneak up on me sometimes.) so hopefully I can keep up with posting. Title from "Home" by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.
When Jeff opens his door on Friday night, Annie holds up a grocery bag. When he looks inside there’s a set of bed sheets printed with fading butterflies under two cans of whipped cream. He rolls his eyes but grins before stepping back to let her past him and gooses her as she does. Annie jumps and shrieks loudly as Jeff closes the door and shushes her through a laugh.
“I have neighbors,” he grumbles, still grinning. He catches her around the waist and pulls her back against him, groping at her thigh under her dress with his other hand. “And if you’re gonna scream I wanna earn it.”
Annie arches her back and tips her head against his chest, then twists away in the next moment and spins to face him. She holds the bag up insistently and Jeff sighs and takes it from her.
“Want something to drink?” he asks as he heads to the kitchen. He sets the bag down and selects a bottle of red wine from the small wine rack on the counter, holding it up to her with raised eyebrows.
“Sure,” she shrugs. She toes off her shoes and pulls her cardigan off, setting it with her purse on one of the stools at the counter before padding over to the sofa. “Aw!” she exclaims at his TV. “Jeff, you watch Meerkat Manor?”
“Huh? Oh, one of those animal attack shows was on before this.”
Annie glances at him over her shoulder and grins. “Sure.”
“It was!” Jeff comes over, hands her a glass and sits next to her on the couch. He takes a sip of his wine before setting his glass down and sitting back, leaning in to her with a hand at her waist as he nuzzles at her cheek.
Annie squeals, clutching her wine glass at her chest. “Ohh, look at the babies!” She glances at Jeff with bright fluttering eyes and he regards her for a moment before sighing and slouching back into the couch cushions, snagging his glass from the end table, and squinting at the TV.
“They look like blonde rats,” he mumbles before he takes another swallow of wine.
“No they don’t, they’re adorable!” Annie sips from her glass as well before adding, “I wish you could keep them as pets.”
“Get a gerbil, it’s the same thing.”
“Uh uh, meerkats are SO much cuter. They don’t have buck teeth.”
Jeff snorts a laugh and pushes himself up from the couch. “I’m gonna need a bigger glass,” he mutters.
He brings the grocery bag and the open wine bottle back with him and sets them both on the coffee table, giving Annie a meaningful look, which she misses trying to lean around him to see the TV. When he settles back into the couch he leans his head back and rolls it to the side to watch Annie. She’s engrossed, so much so that when Jeff slowly reaches into his pocket for his phone and snaps a picture of her big-eyed expression she doesn’t notice until her phone buzzes a moment later from her purse.
She gets up to check it and Jeff laughs when she scolds him from behind the couch where she’s standing with her phone in her hand. He cranes his neck to look at her over the back of the couch and points to the bag on the coffee table with raised eyebrows. Annie raises an eyebrow herself, holds her phone up, and he’s blinded by the flash going off.
“Ugh, no fair, you can’t use flash!”
“Well it’s better than taking a picture secretly. That’s creepy.”
“No, it would be creepy if I kept that picture on my phone for nights at home by myself.”
Annie’s mouth drops open but she laughs and climbs over the back of the couch and into Jeff’s lap. He’s still blinking furiously and rubbing at his eyes and he manages to hold one open long enough to glance at her.
“Oh, hi, I’m Jeff Winger, I don’t know who you are because I’M BLIND NOW,” he grumbles.
Annie grins and leans in, snaking her arms around his neck and nibbling at his ear. “How can I jog your memory?” she asks softly.
Jeff holds her off with a hand on her shoulder and holds his phone up with the picture he took of her on the display. He holds the phone next to her face and glances back and forth a few times.
“Oh, okay, it is you, hi.”
Annie laughs and tips sideways off his lap, her feet resting against his thigh and her knees bent and propped against his chest. She pushes up on her elbows after a moment and picks up her wine glass to take a long sip before flopping back against the arm rest. Jeff watches her and chuckles.
“Look at you kiddo, you’re a mess already.”
She shoves at his leg with her foot and he drops a hand over her ankle.
“I’m not a mess, I’m comfortable.”
“I can see that. Why don’t you drink a little more wine, I like comfortable Annie.”
This time she just eyes him with a raised eyebrow, already in the midst of a small sip.
Jeff lays his head back against the cushions and starts trailing his fingertips up her leg, following the angle of her bent knee and up her thigh, running higher and higher until he reaches the hem of her dress and then starts back down again in a slow repeating pattern.
“What do you want to do tonight?” he asks quietly.
“Mm, whipped cream,” she murmurs. He glances over and she’s holding her wine glass with a hand curled against her chest. Her head is turned toward the TV but her eyes are closed.
He laughs softly through his nose. “You look like you wanna sleep. Wild and crazy Friday night, huh?”
Annie shrugs. “You’re the one watching Meerkat Manor.”
Jeff doesn’t answer. A moment later Annie hears the click of his phone camera and grins, shoving at his leg with her foot again.
“Taking more dirty pictures for your collection?”
“Neither of these are dirty . . . oh, wait, yeah, I can tooootally see your panties in this one.”
Annie sits up and grabs his wrist to turn the phone screen towards her and inspect the picture of herself curled in the corner of the couch. “No you can’t!”
“Yeah,” Jeff scoots closer and zooms in on the picture, pointing. “See?”
“No, that’s just part of the print on my dress. That’s not even the right color.”
“You have to want to see it.”
Annie snorts but she leans her head on Jeff’s shoulder and watches as he zooms back out on the picture, his thumb ghosting over her bare legs on the screen. Jeff glances at her from the corner of his eye and quickly angles the phone and snaps another picture. When it loads on the screen it’s of Annie cuddled against him, taken from an angle that prominently features her cleavage.
“That’s a dirty picture,” she says, taking a gulp of wine as she stares at it.
“Not that dirty. You look like a baby animal.”
“And that turns you on?”
“Yeah, you’re right, we should definitely keep taking these until we get it right.” Jeff scrolls back through the other two pictures he’d taken and he’s taking a sip of wine when Annie says, “Okay.”
He nearly chokes as he swallows, but manages to keep the wine down and from splashing out of his glass as he wheezes slightly before catching his breath. He reaches blindly for the remote and mutes the TV as Annie smiles, drains her glass and stands to set it down on the coffee table, then lowers herself onto Jeff’s lap again, straddling his thighs and steadying herself with one hand on his shoulder. Jeff watches her as he empties his glass as well before leaning over to set it on the end table next to the couch.
When he sits back he reaches up and cups her jaw in his hand, rubbing his thumb across her cheek next to her mouth. His thumb trails closer and then over her wine-stained lips, tugging her lower lip down slightly. Annie reaches up and rests her fingers against his wrist as he dips his thumb between her lips and she meets it with the tip of her tongue. Jeff snaps a picture. Annie turns her face slightly and leans forward.
“Let me see.”
He shows her the picture and watches the blush creep over her cheeks as she leans back, her hand on his falling away as he trails it down to her waist. He thumbs at his phone for a moment then holds it up and snaps another picture, letting out a loud laugh when the flash goes off and leaves Annie sputtering and blinking wildly.
She slaps at his chest and shoulders.
“Jerk!”
“Come on, I had to.”
Annie glares at him with unfocused eyes and he laughs again as he turns the flash off and holds the phone up to show her.
“Here, see?”
“Be nice to me,” she murmurs, putting on a little pout. Jeff holds up his phone again and Annie sticks her bottom lip out, widening her eyes exaggeratedly. He chuckles and takes the picture.
“I can’t save this one, it’s too dangerous,” he sighs, waving the phone at her again.
Annie catches his hand and holds it still to look. “You’re too easy.”
Jeff rolls his eyes and shrugs, then eyes her with a sly grin as he slowly reaches up to take hold of the zipper at the neckline of her dress, watching her face as he pulls it down as far as it will go, just below the band of her bra. He aims the phone and takes a picture, showing her the screen before she even asks this time. When she lets out a nervous laugh he looks at the picture, a shot of her cleavage looking particularly impressive framed by the bubblegum pink cups of her bra.
“That’s a good one,” he grins wider.
He presses back into the couch cushions and juts his hips forward a little, holding Annie’s waist to steady her as he does. When he’s slouched down lower he holds the phone at his chest and snaps a picture, capturing her thighs spread wide around his lap with the hem of her dress rumpled up almost to her hips.
Jeff smiles and turns the phone toward her. “So artistic,” she teases as he turns the phone back to look at it.
“This one’s gonna get so many likes on Instagram.”
Annie shrieks and grabs desperately for the phone as he hooks his arm around her waist and flips her to her back on the couch with one of his knees braced on the cushions and his other foot on the floor.
“Kidding! Kidding!” he repeats, laughing and holding the phone away from her as she struggles. Annie’s hands fist in his shirt and she jerks a little wildly.
“Jeff, don’t, you can’t!”
“Babe, I promise, I wouldn’t do that, I was joking,” he reassures her as she calms down, still eyeing him with her hands limp against his chest as he leans down and peppers kisses over her cheek. “I promise,” he repeats. “I don’t want anybody to see these any more than you do.”
He drops the phone on the coffee table and leans in closer to trail his lips down over her neck, nosing aside her hair and pressing soft kisses below her ear. Annie curls her arms around his neck and sighs, settling back into the cushions.
“Do you want me to delete them?” he asks after a moment, bracing himself up to look down at her.
Annie bites her lip and shakes her head slowly. Jeff smiles and he’s leaning back in when she adds, “I want to make it even.”
“Huh?”
Annie grins deviously and pushes on his chest until she can sit up, slipping past him to get her own cell phone from the end table at the opposite end of the couch. She sits back down, bouncing a little and smiling up at Jeff as he turns and watches her suspiciously. She holds her phone up and motions expectantly.
“Come on, pose for me.”
Jeff rolls his eyes. “I don’t pose,” he protests, kneeling on the cushions and grabbing Annie’s ankles to yank her down until she’s on her back with her head against the arm rest.
“You pose all the time,” she argues through her laughter, holding the phone up and getting a picture of Jeff kneeling between her legs with his hands wrapped around her calves.
He grins and crawls slowly over her. Annie quickly snaps another picture and holds the phone up as he settles on top of her. She giggles and turns the screen for him to see.
“That’s not posing?”
“Nope. I look like that all the time.”
“Oh come on, you were trying to be sexy and you know it.”
“So I have to try to be sexy?” He feigns offense, but his hand is trailing higher and higher up her thigh.
“You don’t have to, but you do, admit it.”
Jeff just smiles, nuzzling in against her neck. Annie presses on his shoulder. “Come on, we’re not even yet. You have two pictures of my cleavage but you’re still fully dressed.”
“What, you want an ass crack shot?”
Annie makes a face.
“I’ll do it,” he threatens as he pushes back up onto his knees.
His hands go to the buttons on his shirt and Annie bites the corner of her lower lip and taps the video button on her screen, holding her breath to try and keep the phone steady. Jeff eyes her as he finishes on the buttons, flips the shirt off his shoulders and pulls it down his arms, glancing to the side as he drops it on the coffee table next to the forgotten bag of Annie’s plans for their evening. He looks back at her and she quickly taps the stop button, trying to be discreet about letting out the breath she’d been holding.
He makes a twirling motion with one hand in the air before crawling back over her. Annie shows him the screen, already blushing when he notices it’s not a picture but a video. He laughs indulgently.
“Oh, so video’s on the table now too? Nice.”
Annie shrugs and smiles to herself, turning the phone back and switching it to the photo setting as Jeff settles with his forearms resting on the couch on either side of her waist and she loops her legs loosely around his waist.
He grins up at her before nosing aside her dress to trail his nose and lips over her breast through her bra, pausing to kiss at the lacy scalloped edges. When he sees her stretch her arm out to the side, phone in hand, to take a picture of him as he mouths at her he bares his teeth and bites at the edge of the cup of her bra, mashing the material between his teeth and growling. Annie barely presses the camera button before she starts laughing and Jeff does too, turning to rest his forehead against her sternum.
When she shows him the picture he groans and laughs harder. “It looks like the cover of a Twilight book.”
“Oooh, now that would be popular online,” Annie giggles.
“No sharing,” Jeff grumbles. He pinches her waist and she jerks away and yelps, almost knocking his arm off the couch cushion. They scoot back to their original positions and Jeff resumes planting kisses along all the skin he can reach.
“No sharing,” she repeats softly, laughter gone from her voice. Jeff pauses and inhales, his hand closing around her knee at his waist. He raises his head and they lock eyes.
“Do you want to make a video?” she asks quickly, tapping the edge of her phone against his shoulder blade.
“Do you want to?” he asks, sitting back on his heels and dragging his hands lightly down her legs.
Annie sits up and reaches for him, her fingertips brushing over his thighs as she gets her legs under her and kneels in front of him. She loops her arms around Jeff’s neck and scoots a little closer, grinning at him until she’s going cross eyed and giggling against his mouth before she kisses him.
“What’s so funny?”
She shrugs. “Nervous I guess.”
Jeff smoothes his palms down her sides and then reaches to fold his fingers together at the small of her back. He squints at her.
“You get nervous a lot?”
“Sometimes,” she says softly, preoccupied with sliding her phone into his pocket to free up her hands and running them along his hips, fingertips flowing over the cuts of his musculature. “You’re so . . .” she stops.
“So what?” he asks, barely above a whisper. His hands begin to roam up and down her back.
Annie’s fingers grip at his hips and she looks up at him, smiling coyly. “You know.”
Jeff widens his eyes and laughs under his breath. “I don’t actually, but I’m fascinated to hear about it.” He catches her eye again and watches her for along moment, trailing his fingers down her arms as the smiles slip off their mouths.
She looks away and down to watch her fingers tangling with his and interlocking. She closes her eyes and shakes her head before looking back up at him and smiling.
“Lie back,” she says softly.
She pushes against his chest when he pauses and then he obliges, shifting to stretch his legs out with one foot resting on the floor and lean his head and shoulders against the armrest behind him. Annie follows, leaning over him as she reaches for his phone from the coffee table and lays it on his chest. Jeff catches her by the waist and hauls her back up when she starts to mouth her way down his chest. He brushes her hair off her face and pulls her in for a deep kiss.
Annie breaks the kiss after a moment and smiles before she scoots back down, crawling slowly backwards as she kisses down his stomach, detouring to swipe her tongue along one of his hipbones. Jeff jumps and gasps a little and Annie grins to herself and then takes a breath, eying his phone still resting where she’d set it just below his collarbone.
“Are you gonna . . .” she trails off.
Jeff winks at her and picks up the phone, aims it and sets it to record as Annie starts on the button and fly of his jeans. He reaches back and curls one arm behind his head, holding the phone up with his other hand, squinting at the screen as he angles it.
Annie ducks her head, concentrating on pulling Jeff’s jeans and briefs down when he lifts his hips to help her. She slowly runs her hands up his thighs and inwards, suddenly unsure of what all is supposed to be included in her film debut.
She trails her fingers over him tentatively, base to tip, wraps her hand around him and leans in slowly to lick and suck around the head, gaining a little more confidence when Jeff groans and she feels him harden in her hand. She hums around him and takes him deeper, working her tongue against him as she moves slowly lower and lower.
“Oh god,” he sighs weakly when she’s taken him in as far as she can, swallowing carefully when the tip brushes the back of her throat. She closes her eyes and takes a breath through her nose, fluttering her tongue along his length as she works her way back up, gripping him gently with her fist and pumping up and down a few times while she sucks firmly at the head of his cock and swirls her tongue there too. She pops her mouth off of him, not stopping the motion of her hand as she looks up at him.
“Is this good?” she asks softly, glancing quickly at the phone and then back to him. Jeff pulls his free hand from behind his head and trails his fingers lightly over her cheek. He’s staring down at her, clenched jaw and dark hooded eyes and she smiles slightly, then wider when he grits out “so good.”
She slides him into her mouth again and sets on a slow rhythm, humming softly around firm repeated sucks that hollow out her cheeks around the hard length of him. Jeff brushes back a few strands of hair from her face as she leans over him more and quickens her movements, bobbing up and down with her lips sealed around him.
She glances up occasionally; her gaze flicking quickly past the camera to catch Jeff’s eye, letting out purring moans in response to his muttered curses and stifled grunts of pleasure. His fingers start to clench against her jaw and in her hair and she feels the familiar force with which he relaxes them, the tension in his thigh where she’s supporting herself with her free hand, and his groans growing softer and breathier the closer he gets.
She reaches down with her other hand to cup and press her palm at his balls, squeezing lightly and letting out a little mew of satisfaction when he comes as if on command, answering her moan with a surprised weak grunt. His hips shudder upward and he bucks deeper into her mouth as she swallows repeatedly and slides her hands up to his hips, resting lightly and feeling the tremble in his muscles.
Jeff twitches slightly as he comes down and Annie pulls her mouth off of him gently, rolling her tongue behind her closed lips and swallowing the last of his come as she reaches up to wipe at the corners of her mouth. She catches Jeff’s eye and he moans again feebly, letting his phone go clattering to the floor. Annie laughs softly under her breath and taps at his hip to get him to lift up so she can pull his jeans and briefs back up. He reaches for her, grasping at her upper arms and hauling her up to tuck her against his chest with her head under his chin. His arms rest limply around her and she can hear his heartbeat, heavy and fast, when she lays her cheek on his chest.
“Did you like it?” she asks, already smiling as she traces a finger over his skin.
Jeff guffaws, digging his fingertips against her ribs to tickle her. Annie shrieks and surges upwards, bracing her hands on his biceps to immobilize him. He lets her get the upper hand and grins up at her.
“You’re ridiculous, babe.”
Annie curls her chin down and shoves at his arms a little. She flicks her eyes toward where his phone landed. “Don’t you want to watch it?”
Jeff raises an eyebrow and grins. “We don’t have to,” he says, widening his eyes innocently.
Annie narrows her eyes at him and purses her lips around a smile. Slowly she lets one of his arms go and reaches down to pick up his phone from the floor.
“Well I’m going to.”
Jeff lays back and watches her as she crawls slowly back to the other end of the couch and settles, her legs slightly bent and her feet tucked between his leg and the back of the couch. She glances up at him, blushing, and he just grins back slowly, lying back against the armrest with his hands resting comfortably over his stomach.
“You’re missing it,” she sing songs when she presses play. The muffled sounds from the video of fabric shifting sound loud in the ensuing silence. Annie watches the screen, feeling her cheeks and neck grow hotter.
She looks small kneeling between Jeff’s thighs, her hands tiny as one wraps around his hard cock and she guides him into her mouth. Annie’s eyes widen and she swallows when she watches herself make eye contact with the camera lens, smiling sweetly up at Jeff with her hand still working slowly over him. The sounds almost make her cringe at first; Jeff’s groans sounding much louder because of his proximity to the phone, but hers come through too, the muffled noises she’d made with a mouth full of him as she got him harder and closer until the video goes slightly jerky from Jeff’s movements.
Jeff nudges her thigh with his foot and she startles, almost dropping the phone.
“What do you think?”
Annie opens her mouth to reply but no words come out. She crawls back over Jeff and straddles his hips, pressing his phone into one of his hands and reaching up to cup his jaw in her hands and kiss him soundly, tugging him upright and wrapping her arms around him to pull him as close as she can.
“God,” Jeff sighs, pulling his mouth from hers and cradling the back of her head with one hand as he kisses and licks over her neck and up below her ear. “You like it, don’t you?”
Annie nods, fingers tight in his hair, clutching him close to her.
“Like knowing I’m gonna watch it, getting to see what you do to me?”
“Yes,” she gasps out, pulling him back up to kiss him again. “I want,” she murmurs between kisses. She slides her hands down impatiently over his shoulders and arms. “I want-”
She works her hand into the pocket of his jeans, still unfastened and loose at his hips, and pulls her phone out from where she’d slipped it earlier. Jeff groans and touches her wrist as she snakes her hand out of his pocket, mumbling curses when she presses her hand against him through his underwear briefly.
“You wanna see me make you come?” he whispers.
Annie nods and kisses him again, her hand still working at him softly. He lets out a strained chuckle and wraps his hand loosely around her wrist.
“Can you keep your hands to yourself and let me?”
Annie giggles throatily and nods, opening her eyes and grinning at him only when he breaks the kiss.
“Action,” he whispers in her ear, glancing at her phone as he pulls away and taps at her hip insistently.
Annie nods again and gets up to stand next to the couch on slightly shaky legs. She fiddles with her phone for a moment, setting the camera up and glancing over the coffee table for a moment before she walking around to scoot the wine bottle towards the far edge and lean the phone against it with the lens pointing at the couch, crouching down to see how the image is framed.
When she’s satisfied she glances up at Jeff, sitting up with one leg curled under him and his arms stretched out along the back of the couch. His eyes are dark but there’s just a touch of a smile on his face as he watches her and she carefully presses the record button.
She walks back around the coffee table, fingers picking at the hem of her dress before she sets her jaw, pulls the dress off over her head and drops it in a heap with Jeff’s discarded shirt.
He reaches for her, half-standing with one foot on the floor and one knee resting on the couch cushions, and their fingers meet and twist together again as he draws her closer, spins her under his arm so she’s facing away from him and then tugging her to kneel on the couch in front of him.
He lets go of her hand and runs his palms quickly and lightly down her sides, over her thighs and back up, skimming inward and then veering out over her hips and up to cup one breast and brush her hair behind her shoulder so he can kiss her neck. He slips one hand back down her torso to nudge down the front of her underwear, curling and pressing with his fingertips to make her gasp.
Annie arches her back, pressing her shoulders back against Jeff’s chest, her neck craned all the way to one side and her hands limply drifting over his arms as he touches her. Jeff glances toward the phone propped on the coffee table from the corner of his eye and pulls her hips more snugly against him, urging her to arch into it when he slides the tips of two fingers just inside her. Annie groans and wraps her fingers around his wrist, tugging at his arm to get him deeper but the angle doesn’t work for it. Jeff bites along her shoulder and pulls her other hand down from where she’s splayed her fingers in his hair.
“On your hands and knees,” he instructs her in a heavy whisper.
She does what he says, letting go of him to brace her hands on the couch cushions with Jeff right behind her, his free hand braced against the couch cushion next to hers on the side away from the camera. He slides his fingers out of her and hooks one in the elastic of her satiny pink underwear, running his hand back following the material along her inner thigh, moving slowly, his knuckles dragging along her outer thigh and then the curve of her ass and inwards until he can nudge his fingers inside her again.
He swipes gently at her with two fingers and then pulls them out, sucking one into his mouth before reaching forward to offer her the other. Annie reaches up and steadies his hand, turning and sucking his finger into her mouth and he leans down and kisses along her twisting spine as she does. Jeff’s fingers curl around her chin and jaw and his short nails scrape down her throat when she releases his finger and he drags his hand back slowly to rake his fingertips through her hair and down her back.
He sits back on his heels and tilts his head, pulling aside her underwear and entering her again with two fingers, steadying her with a hand splayed flat on her lower back. Annie whimpers and glances back at him over her shoulder, shifting her knees against the couch cushions.
“Okay?” Jeff asks, catching her eye and petting gently at her hip with his free hand as he keeps moving his fingers inside her slowly. Annie nods, scooting back against him and sighing when he leans closer and wraps his free arm around her hips, bending forward to trail his lips over her back again.
He traces her spine with the tip of his tongue, noses along the slight ridges of her ribs, and scrapes his teeth here and there, watching soft red marks show and fade in his wake. Annie starts to rock back against his hand, circling impatiently. Jeff takes her cue and presses deeper and Annie whines and rocks back harder in return. Jeff growls low in his throat, scissoring his fingers apart and twisting his hand and Annie moans loudly, surprised and desperate at the sensation.
“How long does your phone record?” he asks roughly, scraping his chin against her neck to get her hair out of the way before he bites and sucks at her skin.
“What? I don’t- I don’t know. I don’t care,” she gasps.
He drops back to sit on his heels again and pulls her with him, drawing her up to kneel with her knees planted on the couch cushions between his. She leans back against his chest, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder as he slides an open hand down her stomach and into her underwear to circle at her clit while he still pumps slickly in and out of her with his other hand crushed between them. She digs her nails into his shoulder, making him hiss and trying to steady herself as tremors start to run through her and her hips jerk into his hands.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut and rolling her head back and forth against his shoulder.
“Shhh, I’ve got you baby,” he murmurs quietly in her ear.
Jeff presses his fingers solidly against her clit and she cries out a high shocked moan, trying to hold on to him as she starts shivering and tensing with a sudden sharp orgasm. Jeff works her through it, forcing himself to move his fingers steadily against her inner muscles rippling hard and fast around them. He keeps her going as long as he can, presses his cheek against hers and twists his fingers to wring out one trembling moan after another until she claws weakly at the back of his neck.
He eases his fingers off her and pulls his hand out of her underwear to lay it flat against her stomach. Annie’s hand drops down and her fingers slip between his, curling and pressing into his palm. He finally slips his fingers out of her and presses another kiss to her neck before he maneuvers her gently with him as he lies on his back with his head propped against the armrest and one leg bent and resting against the back of the couch.
Annie curls half on top of him on her side, tucked between his torso and the back of the couch with her legs bent between his, one arm slung across his chest and her head pillowed on his shoulder. Jeff rests his hand against Annie’s hair and they lay silently, both breathing heavily.
Jeff glances over at Annie’s phone still propped against the wine bottle on the coffee table. He slowly reaches out with one hand and pulls the coffee table closer, stretching out carefully to brush at her phone with his fingertips until it tips and falls close enough for him to pick it up. Annie stirs and lifts her head groggily as Jeff thumbs at her phone to play the video. She curls one arm to rest her chin on it and watch Jeff’s face as the video plays and he trails his fingertips absentmindedly up and down her side.
Annie’s high-pitched moan rings out from the phone’s speaker a few minutes later and she blushes and tucks her face into her arm. Jeff abandons the video to wrap both arms around her and chuckle softly, crushing her closer and pressing his lips to her forehead.
“Now you’re shy?”
Annie raises her head and catches his eye, cheeks still pink, but she’s smiling.
“I didn’t know I was so loud.”
“I like it when you’re loud,” he murmurs.
“I like it when you make me loud,” she mumbles back, eyes slipping closed. Jeff tugs her a little closer and pecks her on the lips, pulling back and brushing his nose against hers.
“I . . .” he starts, but trails off. Annie opens her eyes after a moment and glances at him. She finds him silently looking at her, a little wide-eyed. She pushes up against his chest, sitting up quickly. His arms fall from around her and back to his sides.
“I’ll be right back,” she struggles slightly to climb over him and off the couch, snagging her dress from the coffee table. She holds it to her chest as she walks quickly to the bathroom and shuts the door behind her, flipping the light on and yanking the dress on over her head. She rests her palms on the countertop and leans forward, closing her eyes and blowing a breath out through her pursed lips slowly.
She opens her eyes and stands straight again, staring hard at herself in the mirror as she robotically turns on the faucet and runs her hands under it for a few seconds, not bothering with soap. She blinks and tears her eyes away from her reflection, dries her hands, and stands still at the door for a moment before opening it.
When she heads cautiously back into the living room she finds Jeff dressed again, slouched on the couch with a can of whipped cream in one hand, his mouth totally full. He glances at her and smiles sheepishly, swallowing awkwardly and licking his lips to get the remaining cream off.
Annie bursts out laughing and collapses on the couch next to him.
“That’s not what the whipped cream was for,” she giggles.
He shrugs and offers the can to her with raised eyebrows and she rolls her eyes and opens her mouth gamely, not taking her eyes off of him as he shakes up the can and squirts a generous pile of whipped cream into her mouth. She can barely close her lips around it with her cheeks puffed out, but she manages to swallow and wipes at her mouth delicately.
Jeff grins and raises an eyebrow, opens his mouth to say something but she glares at him preemptively and shoves his shoulder so he just chuckles and reaches for the remote. He un-mutes the TV, the quiet droning voice of the narrator of Meerkat Manor filling the room again, interrupted only by the noise of Jeff spraying more whipped cream into his mouth and Annie’s snort in reply.
She tilts her head against his shoulder and closes her eyes, smiling slightly when he turns and drops a kiss on her forehead. She feels him rest his cheek lightly against the top of her head and takes a deep breath.
“I should get going,” she says softly, starting to extricate herself from him to sit up.
Jeff’s quiet for a long moment, watching her get up and gather up her phone. “It’s early,” he says quietly.
Annie nods, but she picks up the bag with the bed sheets in it and goes over to put on her shoes and cardigan and he gets up and sets the whipped cream on the coffee table and walks slowly around the couch. Annie looks up at him.
“I’ll see you soon.”
Jeff nods and she comes over and pulls him down to kiss her, quiet and drawn out, long enough that their hands start to wander before she tips her chin down and lets out a shuddering breath against his chest.
“I’ll never leave if I don’t go now.”
Jeff clutches lightly at her waist as she backs away and they exchange shaky half-smiles before she backs out the
door.