Author's Note #2: I have become sincerely and utterly terrible at writing smut. Sorry. It's actually what has stopped me writing (at times) and posting more. Although I have posted some stuff in Ficcy Friday comments and elsewhere rather than at my LJ, oops. The ending is pretty weak, so my apologies for that. All my laments aside, I hope you enjoy! (As usual, it's also unbeta'ed.)

It took them fifteen minutes to make it to his classroom, the route familiar to both of them. It was, as expected, devoid of chairs for the most part, though a few with their legs mangled or the back warped were still visible inside. Jeff's desk was in place and the classroom as a whole appeared untouched beyond the lack of chairs. They made it past three more classrooms and a set of bathrooms. None of them warranted more than a peek inside. It didn't take more than a glance to confirm they were deserted.

They approached Jeff's office and they slowed to barely a crawl. Knowing that Hickey was out there meant that none of his usual haunting grounds were safe. He was likely smart enough to avoid his normal spots but it looked a lot like he'd gone mad with power, or maybe he was just old and disgruntled, but either way, Lava World had made everyone save Britta unpredictable. Poor, predictable, dead Britta. They approached the door, wary of any surprises or booby traps, and attempted to peek in the tiny window but the room was too dark and offered no hints as to what was inside.

"Did you hear that?" It was Annie who asked, her question a low whisper. It took only a few seconds of concentrating for Jeff to understand what she was talking about. It sounded like a stampede of chairs.

"Shit, we need to get inside, now!" Annie twisted the handle as hard as she could but there was no give. Jeff put his hand over hers to try but it still didn't budge. "It's locked... I have the key somewhere." He dug into his pockets, the herd, or whatever it was, growing louder as it approached their location. He pulled it out, handing it over to Annie, and she managed to unlock the door despite the slight tremors in her hand. They hopped into the room, locked the door, their chairs pressed up against it, with barely a minute to spare.

Annie tugged at the binoculars around Jeff's neck, focusing them through the tiny window into the lighted hallway. He could hear her counting under her breath, vibrating with tension where her shoulder was pressed up against his, as they watched two, then five, and, at final count, eight people move past them. One walked upright, a chair strapped to each foot, and when he came into view, Jeff felt more than heard Annie's sharp intake of breath.

"Jeff!" The exclamation was quiet, little more than an exhalation, but he understood. She turned to look at him and he put a hand on her face, pulling her into his shoulder for a hug. "What are they doing?" She drew back after a moment, staring at him as if he, by some stroke of luck, he might have answers.

But he had none.

"I don't know, Annie. But it's not going to be good." His hand was still on her face and she wrapped her own around his wrist. His heart was still beating rapidly as the darkness and the danger present on just the other side of the door sealed them inside a little bubble of shared desperation and adrenalin thrumming in their veins.

He had no idea who moved first but just like last time, they were suddenly pressed against each other, and then they were kissing, wild and rough.

It took some careful shuffling but a few feet and they were able to shift onto Hickey's desk. Jeff had Annie under him and he was kissing her, and it would've been great if not for the fucking binoculars which kept getting in the way. It wasn't difficult to pick up on his frustration and Annie had proved herself observant and resourceful time and again in their rabid new world. She moved onto her side and pushed him flat onto his back.

Jeff lay back as she took over, removing the binoculars carefully , placing them gently on Hickey's desk chair, which was quickly followed by her sweater and shirt. While she worked on removing her top, Jeff took the opportunity to pull his own off. He tried to place it underneath him as a flimsy barrier against the cold wood of the desk top but even with his considerable reach, he couldn't seem to do much. He was distracted from his mission as Annie, already half-naked despite having taken the time to neatly fold her clothes, rolled her hips against his.

He nearly tore the fabric he'd been struggling and failing to use as a makeshift blanket. He left it, haphazardly stuffed beneath him, and grabbed her hips, stilling them instead.

"No fair, Annie." He skimmed his fingers along the soft skin of her stomach and brushed his fingers against the not quite see-through lace of her bra until he felt her nipples pucker. He could feel her pushing against his erection as he did so, but there were too many layers of fabric and the angle was getting her nowhere fast. He pulled her down so he could kiss her and she relaxed into him, her own hands starting to wander.

She trailed her nails along his biceps, his pecs, and he knew her next destination would be his belt. Jeff wanted to get to hers first. He sat up, taking her with him. He mouthed down along her neck, her clavicle, biting gently at the prominent line, and worked his way south. His mouth stopped at her bra and he drew back to admire the picture of her cleavage showcased perfectly in black lace. He did his best to commit the image to memory before leaning forward to lick at her tits, first the right then the left. He leaned back, watching as the hard little buds tightened further as the cool air hit them. He was about to move in for a further taste when Annie moved sharply, restlessly, on his lap.

"Take it off. Please." It took him a second to realize what she meant but he felt her hands pushing his up higher from where they rested on her back and her message crystalized. He obliged, undoing her bra, and peeling it off. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her bare breasts, before falling forward, attention on her right as one of his hands moved to tug roughly at the left. His lips closed gently, at first, around the tip of her breast, flicking at the pointed tip, then biting firmly enough to elicit a reaction. Annie's moan was enough to suggest she appreciated his actions.

"Oh, god, Jeff..." She pushed purposefully but without focus against him and Jeff switched his mouth to her left breast, both of his hands dropping to her hips, and then sliding lower. He rested one hand on the crease between her thigh and hip to hold her steady even as he continued to goad her into seeking a firmer friction against his jean-clad cock. His other hand drifted lower, lower, until he was ghosting his fingers gently up and down between her spread legs. He could feel the material of her pants growing damp and warm as he lazily drew his fingers back and forth over her heat.

Annie clearly knew what he was doing because she let out a low whine and grasped his hand in an attempt to force him to work her clit harder. He refused but, Jeff allowed, it was probably a good time to take her pants off. He undid the button and lowered the zipper, sliding just his fingers inside, his digits slipping over and underneath fabric.

It had been too much to hope for that Annie would stay still while he took the opportunity to touch and taste and explore every naked inch of her. So it wasn't a surprise when he felt her hand graze his tented jeans and then undo his button and zipper.

"My turn." She pushed him back until he was lying flat on the desk again before she rose up to her knees, and worked her pants down. She leaned forward, kissing him and slipped first one leg, then the other out, discarding the garment on Hickey's chair along with her the rest of her clothes. Laid out against the length of him, she was warm and soft and distracted enough that he slipped his hand under the elastic of her tiny bikini-cut bottoms and slid a single, long finger inside her. He felt her clench around him and pushed another finger in, drawing them slowly out, before pushing back in. He set a slow, deep rhythm before his hand was unceremoniously withdrawn and moved away. Annie pinned his wrist to the desk right by his hip.

"I don't want you to finger-fuck me right now." She enunciated each word clearly as she settled herself right over his aching dick and rocked with intent against him. "I want your cock inside of me." Jeff rolled his hips against her and grinned. He wouldn't have put money on Annie being the type of woman to talk dirty but he certainly appreciated it.

"You're on top, you're going to have to do most of the work." She scraped her nails over his nipples as leaned forward.

"And how is that any different than usual?" She whispered the words as she pushed at his jeans, prompting him to lift his hips so she could work them down past hips, over his thighs so they sat, slouched, around his calves. Some covert wiggling and he managed to leave his pants mostly hanging off one foot, dangling just above his fallen socks. He stopped dead, wondering if his socks were lost to lava, until Annie apparently read his mind. Just as he was about to voice his concern, she craned her neck briefly and whatever she saw prompted her to swivel, still firmly settled over his raging hard erection, and reach out to liberate his jeans.

"You're lucky your socks fell on our chairs."

"Was it really luck, babe, or am I just that awesome?"

"My opinion is going to be heavily influenced by what happens in the next five minutes." He smirked at her words. There were some challenges worth rising to and that right there was at the top of his list of worthwhile achievements.

"In that case, I need you on your knees, babe." She didn't hesitate to comply, rising up on to her knees quickly, so that she towered over him. He took a moment to appreciate the sight, her tits bouncing slightly, her skin flushed and warm in the near-darkness. He didn't waste any further time, pulling her little briefs down, and pulling her forward and down until she was settled, loosely, over his face.

He circled the tip of his tongue around her clit, carefully to avoid touching it directly, as he worked her up slowly. He moved his mouth lower, tracing his lips and tongue along her opening, nosing against her labia as he did. It took a minute or two but as he felt Annie start to move against his mouth, he slid up a fraction, focusing his attention back on her clit, and sliding first one finger, then a second into her. He pushed them in roughly, drawing them out quickly so that a quick and aggressive rhythm was set.

He could hear her panting over him as she drove her hips down, trying to maintain enough concentration that she never let her full weight settle on him. He could feel the way her thighs shook where his hand rested at her hip and decided he would add a third finger just to test her focus. A high pitched gasp was his reward as the unexpected gesture registered.

He worked his jaw against her, listening to the almost noiseless whines she couldn't quite contain with satisfaction. Her legs were quivering and he knew her knees had to be starting to ache, locked into position like they were. He knew she was enjoying the oral but all good things had to come to an end. Shifting just slightly, he nipped at her clit before flicking his tongue against it rapidly, over and over, his fingers driving in and out even faster, more forcefully.

"Jeffjeffjeffjeffjeffjeffjeff, oh god, Jeeeeeeee-fff!" Her walls clenched, almost painfully, around his fingers at the same time her thighs clamped around his head. He slowed his fingers a little, working her through her tremors, his tongue still moving gently against her clit, as she collapsed over him. Fifteen seconds later, he pulled his fingers free and she shifted slowly until she was centred along his body, still shivering, heat emanating from her.

She kissed him, deep and languid, unbothered by her wetness sticky against his stubble.

"I take it you agree that I'm awesome now." She laughed against his neck.

"Yes, Jeff, I think you're awesome. But, you know, I did tell you that I didn't want you to finger-fuck me. You're not very good at following instructions."

"If you want my cock so bad, Annie, you know what to do. I'm not your servant." His damp fingers settled at the creases between her thigh and hip and massaged the skin, encouraging her to settle over his cock. She palmed his dick through his briefs, squeezing his shaft, before slipping her hand inside. She found him hard, already weeping pre come, and swiped her thumb over the head gently. Her hand slipped out of his briefs and tugged at the elastic so he lifted his hips until she could pull them off.

"Do we need a condom?" He froze, immediately aware that he had no condoms on him. Annie felt the sudden tension leaned down to nip at his chest. "My tests were clear." She paused for a moment. "And I'm on the pill." He watched her uncertainly.

"Mine were too, but… Are you sure, Annie?"

Her slick passage was gliding over his cock before he even finished his sentence.

"We've known each other for five years, Jeff. Going bareback doesn't seem like that big of a deal right now." She grasped his cock, letting the tip of his erection nudge past her folds and bump up against her opening. "Are you sure?" A smile curved his mouth upward and he nodded. And then she was lowering herself onto his dick, inch by inch. She leaned forward as his full length slid in, her hands finding purchase against his chest, and circled her hips.

"Fuck, Annie, you…" He sucked in a lungful of air and tried to still her hips. "You can't do that right now."

"Do what, Jeff?" Her tone was positively dripping with contrived innocence which was belied by the devious smirk on her face. She rocked forward and clenched purposefully around him and his grip on her thighs tightened into bruising force unintentionally. Annie didn't seem to mind because she did it again before she finally took pity on him, rising up onto her knees and sliding down, settling into a rhythm that worked for her. Jeff managed to catch his breath, just barely, and picked up the rhythm as best he could with his limited leverage.

He skated his hands up her ribcage, palming her breasts, alternately caressing and pinching at the dark tight buds topping the set. Annie was riding him hard and if her breathy moans were any indication, the whole situation was working for her. One of her hands moved from its resting place against his shoulder to her clit, circling the tiny bump, and her movements atop him picked up speed. It didn't take long for her to change the pace, unable to sustain the position and sensations. The hand she'd left braced against his chest moved to the desk beside his head, her tits now significantly closer to his face, a development Jeff wasn't the least bit sorry about.

The hand manipulating her clit stayed trapped between them as Annie did her best to keep her rhythm and touch herself. He figured it was in both of their interests to help her so he moved his hands to her hips and lifted her, just a little, before slamming back in.

"Oh, god, yes, please." It was as much a request as it was a demand and Jeff did his best to oblige as he mouthed at the underside of one breast before it shifted and he found he could finally swirl his tongue around her nipple, lips sealing around the taut nub and suckling, teeth grazing every so often as he did.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with Annie astride him, writhing and moaning. He swivelled his hips, and switched his mouth to her other tit, using his teeth harder, licking and biting in turn. It took a few minutes more but Annie's hips began moving erratically against his and her hand rubbed furiously at her swollen clit. A sweet, high pitched moan broke out and she clenched almost around his cock, like a vise.

It was more than enough to send Jeff crashing into his own orgasm.

He was inside Annie, her tits were in his face, and he had a clear view of her pleasuring herself with her fingers and his cock. His hands tightened around her thighs, moving her forcefully as she shuddered against him. He came, teeth biting a little harder than was likely pleasurable, with a grunt against her breast. They continued to move against each other, languid and slow, as the tiny aftershocks of their orgasm lingered. He stayed inside her, her warm, wet channel feeling like a perfect fit, and not inclined to deal with the mess that would result.

Annie, of course, had no such disinclinations. She relaxed against the length of him until their bodies finally cooled before disentangling herself, reaching past him for something he couldn't see. He didn't fuss since he ended up, yet again, with a face full of her breasts. When she leaned back, he considered pouting until he saw the box of tissues she had retrieved.

"Score!" He was about to reach for one when the box swung out of his reach.

"I found them, I get first use. Besides, I think I'm messier than you." He rose into a sitting position and glanced down, trying his damndest to assess her claim. Her thighs were slick with his come and her own wetness but gravity had done a good job of making him a mess too.

"I object. I'm pretty sure I'm covered in almost as much come as you are." She rolled her eyes.

"The key word there, Jeff, is almost." He smothered a laugh and leaned forward to kiss her neck.

"Fine, you clean up first. I'll just wait patiently. Like a gentleman." She barely managed to keep from snorting. Instead, he was treated to another eye roll, accompanied by an amused headshake.

"You're a jerk." She batted at his shoulder with one hand, still busy with the tissue. He caught her hand in his and refused to let go. The action prompted her to look up and she shot him a smile. "We should probably head back. They're going to be wondering where we are. And they're going to need us." He nodded and she handed him the tissues as she finished up.

It was quick enough after that. They'd been gone for nearly an hour but it was unlikely they'd need to give a reason once they offered up the knowledge of what they'd seen. They wouldn't even need to explain their slightly dishevelled appearances. Feeling a renewed commitment to their mutual survival, Jeff followed Annie out of his office, only pausing to lock the door. He fingered the binoculars hanging around his neck and found his thoughts slightly preoccupied. He now knew exactly how soft Annie's skin was. iEverywhere/i. But he couldn't bring himself to lament his latest distraction, despite the threat it posed to his survival, and more importantly, to Annie's.

There was a hierarchy of needs and survival was significantly lower on the scale than sex with Annie. He stared at her ass, unable to help himself, as she manoeuvered from chair to chair. He wasn't certain how it had happened, but they had reached Shirley Island by the time he managed to tear his eyes away. Surprisingly, it was like nobody had noticed their absence at all. Annie looked at him, clearly thinking the same thing, and he shrugged. They made their way over to the other survivors, taking a seat, as Garrett enacted some sort of odd play. Troy and Abed appeared just as he and Annie were settling in, their faces unusually solemn. Jeff and Annie both rose, making their way over to them, glad to see their friends.

"You guys made it!" He grasped Troy's forearm just to hear Shirley interrupt with her usual Shirley Island introduction. Her question at the end got a sad head shake out of him.

"She didn't make it." Abed seemed to shrug off the news and in a world where lost friends and comrades was the new normal, it didn't warrant much more than a sad frown.

It made it something of a surprise to hear Britta's voice minutes later. It was a siege. Jeff knew it and looking around, so did everyone else. He heard Annie ask if there was rope and he made eye contact. They would defend this little oasis of peace, to the death if necessary. He might die tonight, but he'd die defending peace and having fucked Annie, and there could be no death more noble.

Annie grabbed his hand and he followed her, ready to die.