Their makeout/foreplay session was shortly interrupted by the sound of Britta's drunk voice yelling from the other side of the door.

"Hey guys! You know, we're all glad that you two finally got a room. I mean seriously, it's been like 5 seasons or something, right Abed?" yelled Britta.

"Four seasons. And yes, it feels like the right place in our group's storyline for Annie and Jeff to start having sex. It is potentially disastrous for character developmental relationships but the audience has been rooting for it since the start. It only seems fair," says Abed.

"Abed, remember how we talked about going too far with things? This is one of those moments…" said Britta in her best therapist voice.

Meanwhile Annie quickly jumped up and began putting her dress back on. Much to Jeff's dismay she had gone from the incredibly wild and sexy Annie to control freak Annie.

"Hey, it's okay…" Jeff said to her.

"I know, I just forgot that they were out there and there's no lock on my door," she said as she pulled her dress back on. She was all flustered and her neck and chest was covered in red scratches from Jeff's stubble. He hoped he hadn't hurt her.

"Well you can't go out there." He said matter-of-factly.

"Why not?" she looked back at him as she neared the door. He quickly got up and walked over to her.

"Because you have sex hair," he roughly brushed her hair with the fingers of his hand, "and your neck and chest is covered in a rash from my stubble…" he said calmly. Annie bit her lip and looked around desperately, not knowing what to do. Jeff was worried that she was beginning to regret everything and he wasn't ready to deal with that.

"Anyway you guys, we're just letting you know that it's okay. You can have sex or whatever. Just use a condom!" Britta's drunken voice interrupted them through the door again. Jeff was quick to reply.

"We're just chatting! You're the worst, you know that?" Jeff said loudly at the closed door.

"Whatever Winger. Hey Abed, let's make cocktails! Jeff thinks he's the best at it but he's not. You know how I know that? Because I'm a professional." Britta's high-heeled boots could be heard walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah, a professional lunatic!" Jeff called out and rolled his eyes. The conversation between him and Britta was over and he knew they were all too drunk to bother him and Annie again. He looked down at her and was upset to see that she still looked dishevelled and confused. He cupped her face with his hand and she looked up at him. She definitely had drunk eyes and he'd nearly forgotten that they too, were both blind drunk.

"Are you okay?" he said softly. She simply nodded and pulled herself closer to him to rest her head on his chest. They stood there for a moment, comfortable in each other's embrace. Eventually Annie pulled away and sat down on the bed. Jeff wasn't sure what was going on but the last thing he wanted was for Annie to be upset. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her.

"You don't seem okay…" he mumbled.

"I can't do this," she said with a shaky voice. Jeff's heart sank.

"What do you mean?" was the best reply he could come up with.

"I can't be sexy and casual. I thought I could but I can't," she said sadly. Jeff just sat there trying to decipher what she was saying.

"Sexy and casual? You think that's what I want from you?" Jeff put an arm around her and pulled her into him.

"Yeah you know, like all the other girls. But I don't want to be like the other girls. I want to be your only girl. I just wanna be with you," she said this while looking down at her hands fiddling nervously in her lap. Jeff sighed a deep sigh of relief. He could totally deal with this. What he couldn't deal with was the thought of Annie not wanting him.

"You are my girl. And if you want…I mean, if you're ready…you can definitely be my only girl," he said and then kissed her forehead. He had finally decided that he wanted Annie and only Annie about ten minutes ago when he had his hands up her dress and his tongue in her mouth. She looked up at him with a smile and turned herself around to straddle him before they engaged in yet another violent makeout session.