Title: Picking a Side (1/1)

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers/Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don't own Community, yo.

Summary: Inspired by a suitor of Abed's, Annie decides to send Jeff a risqué photo in hopes of persuading him to give her a shot.

A/N: Response to a Ficcy Sunday prompt from rashaka: Deciding that she can be daring for once, Annie starts sending sexy pictures to Jeff without explanation. Jeff is left to react however he reacts.

Picking a Side

"Seriously? You don't think that's just a little bit desperate?" Britta asked as Annie entered the study room. Most of the group members were already congregated, save for Shirley and Pierce who had a tendency to be late.

"No," Jeff said emphatically. "If anything it's the opposite of desperate. You have to be confident to do something like that."

"Do something like what?" Annie asked, sliding into her chair.

"Some girl sent Abed a naked picture of herself," Britta explained. "And Jeff doesn't seem to think that's demeaning to women everywhere."

"Because it's not!" he exclaimed. "What a woman does with her body is her own business. You of all people should agree with me on that." Britta scowled.

"Yeah, sure, because degrading your gender to nothing more than meat for men to stuff and pack is exactly the goal early feminists had in mind."

"Stuff and pack?" he questioned.

"You know what I mean, and that," she gestured once again at Abed's phone, "is degrading. Back me up on this, Annie." All eyes turned to her, including a very curious looking Jeff. Annie ignored Britta, choosing to focus on him instead.

"You really don't think it seems desperate to send photos like that to a guy?" she asked, genuinely curious. Britta scoffed.

"So much for solidarity."

"Ignore Britta," Jeff said. "No, it's not desperate, because confidence is sexy, and like I said, it takes an extremely confident woman to send those kinds of pictures to someone." Annie contemplated this for a moment.

"But don't you think it kind of crosses a line?"

"There's only one line, Annie. People you sleep with, and people you don't. If anything, sending pictures like that is just picking a side. "

"Ugh," Britta scoffed.

"What are you going to do, Abed?" Troy asked, bringing the conversation back around.

"I don't know. By nature I like it when people make their intentions clear, since I'm not so good with subtle cues, but this woman has always reminded me of Natalie Portman's character in Garden State."

"So? Natalie Portman is hot," Troy argued.

"Yeah, but I hated that movie."

"You should give her a shot," Jeff jumped in. "Or at least take her for a test drive before you turn her down."

"Pig," Britta shot. Jeff smirked, clearly just trying to get a rise out of her at this point.

"I'll consider it. She was good in Black Swan, so that gets her some points."

"Abed, you realize this girl isn't actually Natalie Portman, right?" Annie asked.

"No," he said with forced sarcasm. "I'm Abed, I think everyone is from the movies."

Annie laid on her bed, highlighting passages in her History textbook when her mind began to wander. The whole Abed/Naked Natalie Portman situation had happened earlier in the week, and since then Abed had gone on a date with her. It turned out she was more like Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta than Garden State, which freaked Abed out and he was forced to end things, but still, her success in getting Abed's attention like that was sort of fascinating to Annie.

Annie was somewhat of a novice when it came to attracting men, despite knowing she had all of the physical attributes necessary to be quite successful in that department. She had a great rack, this she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, and although she'd taken more efforts recently to play up those particular characteristics, they still hadn't been yielding the results she was hoping for; namely, getting Jeff's attention. No matter how low her top, or how tight her cardigan, he never seemed to give her more than a cursory glance. It was becoming quite frustrating for the girl who prided herself on being good at everything.

Annie set down her textbook and pulled herself off the bed, wandering to her mirror and taking a good look at herself. She pulled her top off, leaving her in a lacy pink bra and skirt. She had great boobs. Really great boobs. If porn stars had boobs like hers, the breast enhancement industry would go out of business.

She looked over at her phone laying on her bed and bit her lip. Jeff had said he found it sexy when a woman was confident enough to send pictures like the one that chick sent to Abed. She wondered if he would feel the same way if she was the one doing the sending.

She heard Jeff's voice echo in her head: "There's only one line, Annie. People you sleep with, and people you don't. If anything, sending pictures like that is just picking a side. "

Maybe it was time for her to finally pick a side. Maybe that's what Jeff was waiting for.

Annie grabbed her phone and turned the camera to her. She held it high over her head, peering up at it with wide-eyes and a pout, and clicked to take the picture.

"Ugh," Annie groaned when she looked at it. From that angle she looked like a desperate bush-baby, with gigantic eyes and weird, butt-like cleavage.

She turned the camera on herself again, this time holding it out in front of her and giving it a sultry gaze.

"Eww, even worse," she mumbled to herself at this photo. All she could really see was her bad attempt at a sexy face and her gigantic forearm blocking half the picture. She really should have practised cam-whoring more often.

"One more time," she said softly. This time she just put on a natural-looking smile, quirked her brow, and held the camera slightly overhead. She smiled when she saw it—she looked playful, kind of cute, but still sexy, and her boobs looked freaking fantastic. She deleted the other two photos and pulled her shirt back over her head, laying back on her bed and contemplating her next course of action.

"To send or not to send," she muttered aloud. She opened up her text conversation with Jeff and composed a few test messages.

Just thought you might be interested in this...

Too casual.

Hey cowboy, looking for some fun?

Too prostitute.

Jeff...

Too timid.

Decided to pick a side.

Perfect.

She attached the photo, and before she had a chance to second guess herself, she pressed send.

And then her stomach dropped.

"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!" she moaned to herself, her stomach doing flips. She clicked around on her phone, seeking some sort of 'erase' or 'time machine' app, neither of which seemed readily available to her.

Then she just stared at the screen, hands shaking, eyes wide, barely breathing as she waited for something, anything to happen.

Hours, days, years seemed to pass with nothing, nothing, nothing.

And then it buzzed in her hand. Annie gasped when she saw she had a new text message from Jeff. She was so not prepared for his reaction.

Jeff Winger: I can see that.

What? He can see that? What the hell does that mean?

Annie's breathing came in uneven spurts as she blinked and re-read the message over and over again, trying to figure out all of the potential meanings of his reply. Why was he making this so difficult?

The phone jolted in her hand again.

Jeff Winger: You sure about this?

Annie swallowed hard. No, she thought to herself.

Annie Edison: I'm sure.

Another moment.

Jeff Winger: You want to come over?

Holy crap.

Holy crap!

Annie's mind raced a mile a minute. Holy crap! What the...what? What now? What did that mean? Did he want her to go over and...have sex with him? Did he want her to come over so he could let her down in person? Did he want her to come over for a game of crazy eights? What did he mean?

Annie Edison: Come over and do what?

She nearly bit a hole in her lip waiting for his response.

Jeff Winger: Whatever we want.

Annie tried not to hyperventilate. She really, really did.

Annie Edison: I'll be there in an hour.

His reply came a few seconds later.

Jeff Winger: Looking forward to it.

Annie flung her phone down onto the bed and raced out to the bathroom. She needed to shave.

End

Response to a Ficcy Friday (Ficcy Sunday?) prompt from rashaka. Hope you liked it! Let me know :)