Title: Picking a Side (2/2)

Rating: NC-17

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: I'm kind of hopeless against peer pressure. Here's part two. Enjoy!

Picking a Side Part 2

He rested on his stomach, and she on hers, and they watched each other in the dimly lit room.

His hand ghosted over the curve of her back, stopping before her skin disappeared under the low-slung bed sheet. Morning sun began to creep into the room, casting soft shadows, making her pale skin seem even lighter, almost iridescent.

She shivered, his fingertips grazing her lightly enough that it was nearly a tickle along her spine, and she focused on steadying her breathing as he reached the bottom of her tailbone before working his way back up once again.

Her head rested on the back of her hand, and she watched him as he watched her. The pillow made an indent on her face that she wouldn't notice until later in the morning when they finally pulled themselves out of their cocoon in bed to start the day.

It had been a perfect night. Annie had fallen asleep naked, luxuriating in the soft cotton of the bed sheets against her sensitive skin. She discovered that she liked to sink into the sheets and experience them. The sheets, Jeff, everything about the scene was so far removed from her buttoned-up way of living. Prior to the night before, she wore pyjamas to bed every night without fail. She sunk into the mattress and pillows, but the sheets were only there to keep her warm.

Now, she realized, the sheets were a part of the whole experience. They teased and tempted her, and made her feel at once fully exposed and safely covered.

When she rolled onto her back, she thought about pulling the sheets up to cover her now exposed breasts, but found the cool air of the room to be quite pleasant. She felt open and sexy and available with her breasts uncovered, and she wanted to touch them and to have Jeff touch them too. The covers now rested on the very bottom of her hip bones, only just barely covering her most private parts.

She allowed one hand to rest on her stomach. The skin there was so soft that it made her want to stroke it, which she did while watching Jeff the whole time. His eyes flitted between hers and her body, the covers also slung very low on his hips.

She traced her finger up over her diaphragm, grazing in between her breasts and back down again, caressing the dip between the two sides of her rib cage. She trailed them lower, circling her belly button before making a return trip to where she began.

Jeff wet his lips, and pushed himself up so he was on his side, resting on one arm, with a free hand ready to explore her body that was open and available for him.

She dropped her hand to her side, letting him take over.

He placed his palm flat on her lower abdomen. The heat of his hand was warm and welcome against the slight chill of the room, and its size made her feel excessively tiny. His hand covered a large portion of her stomach when his fingers splayed out. Occasionally, she loved that Jeff was a giant.

He bent his head down and placed kisses to the top of her breast and shoulder while his hand started a slow journey upward, fingers grazing hardened nipples before dipping into the crevice between her breasts and returning to her lower abdomen in small, intricate patterns.

He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, lazily drawing circles with his tongue, laving it with affection, while he moved his hand up to palm her other breast.

Annie closed her eyes and focused on the sensations he was creating within her. She slowed her breathing, letting him lull her to a dreamlike state, a mix of arousal and relaxation. Jeff's lips left her breast and the cool air hit the wetness left behind, sending a shiver through her as he moved to offer her other breast the same attention.

Jeff settled himself alongside of her as he kissed and caressed his way down her body, his pink lips finding the alabaster of her stomach and leaving a soft trail there. Annie let one hand rest on his head, gently massaging his scalp with her fingernails as he worked lower, pushing the covers down and out of the way, his hand always a brief step ahead of his mouth.

Annie watched him lazily as he pushed her thighs apart, his hands smoothing over the soft, perfect skin he found there as he settled in between them, his lips falling to the dip between her hip bones, then to her inner thigh, and then into her warmth as his tongue eased out to stroke from opening to clit and back again.

Annie's breathing sped up a little more.

As he lavished her with attention, he braced his body with one arm while his other reached up, palming her breast, thumbing her nipple and drawing out quicker breaths and moans as he brought every nerve ending to life within her. Annie continued to run her fingers through his hair, gently, revelling in the feeling of the short, clipped strands against her fingertips.

He didn't bring her up all the way. He brought her to steady, deep breaths until he worked his mouth back up her body, settling his hips in line with hers, and pushing in. His lips grazed hers, not kissing, just moving together silently as their bodies worked together, his hips meeting hers with a small circular motion that he'd discovered she enjoyed the night before.

This was the fourth time they were doing this. The night before had been frantic at first, and then more calm, but to start they both skipped common pleasantries. Jeff woke up in the morning feeling like he'd cheated her a little bit of those romanticisms. As he met her gaze this morning, he sought to make up for that.

Annie felt a now familiar bubble of heat and pressure building within her, and she wrapped her legs tight around Jeff's waist, pushing up against him in efforts to relieve it. Taking the hint, Jeff ground down further into her, brushing her clit with his pubic mound on each thrust, watching as her eyes fluttered and eventually closed tightly, her mouth open in a silent cry as she tightened and pulsed around him once again.

It was a feeling he knew he wouldn't grow tired of. Not after waiting so long for her to be here like this with him.

He dropped his head onto her shoulder, picking up his pace as he finished himself off. Annie sighed contentedly in ear as he filled her, as though his release was as pleasing to her as is it was to him.

He thought about falling to the side, but she kept him wrapped up in her arms for a few moments, not letting him go. He settled on top of her, revelling in her skin against his, a welcome heat between them as their breathing fell into sync. She kissed his shoulder, then neck, and then tugged his earlobe teasingly between her teeth making him chuckle.

He rolled them, pulling her on top of him. She rested her chin on top of her hands on his chest, peering at him with a small, satisfied smile. His hands found her lower back, thumbs moving back and forth over the smooth skin there, fingers splaying onto her backside.

"Morning," he said, his voice low and gritty. She giggled and placed a kiss to his chest.

"Morning." He grinned and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, leaving his hand there to tug through the strands.

"I got the weirdest text last night," he joked. The pair laughed, and Annie flushed lightly, dropping her face into her hands. "Nuh uh, you don't get to be shy now," he teased. She peeked up at him with a small, timid grin.

"I've never done anything like this before," she said quietly. He swiped her cheekbone with his thumb.

"I figured." She watched him contemplatively for a moment.

"Would this have happened otherwise?" He bit the inside of his cheek, thinking about that for a moment.

"I think so," he eventually said. "I hope so." She let out a small breath.

"When?" He shrugged.

"Not soon enough."

Annie laid on her bed. It had been about a week since she had sent Jeff that photo. A week since she'd gone to his apartment with the expressed purpose of having sex with him. A week since they'd spent all night and most of the next day in bed together.

And things were still pretty good. The group wasn't even too bad when they announced their new relationship. There had been some expected push-back, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Annie figured enough time had passed after the whole Britta/Jeff thing that most of those concerns were null and void. Besides, Britta was with Troy now—Shirley didn't have a leg to stand on.

Of course, all of that good stuff didn't make it any easier when she told Jeff earlier that day that she'd be spending the night at home with Troy and Abed rather than in his bed.

She just didn't want to go too fast, for all kinds of reasons. She didn't want to smother Jeff, she didn't want to put too much pressure on their new relationship, and she didn't want her friends to think she was abandoning them. Even Troy and Britta took a night off now and again.

But now that she was laying in her own bed, she felt kind of miserable. It had only been a week, but she had gotten used to Jeff's Egyptian cotton sheets and his warm body next to (and inside) hers. She almost gave up and went over, but that flew in the face of all of her perfectly valid reasons for taking a night off.

She was pulled from her musings by her phone vibrating next to her. She opened the new text from Jeff and burst into laughter.

It was a picture of his brief-clad torso, with a post-it note on his stomach that read: So very, very lonely.

She quickly composed a response.

Annie Edison: Poor baby.

A moment.

Jeff Winger: Miss you.

She smiled widely. Schmoopy Jeff was a sight to behold.

Annie Edison: You saw me three hours ago!

Jeff Winger: You were fully clothed—doesn't count.

She rolled her eyes.

Annie Edison: Is that all I'm good for? :P

Jeff Winger: Whose opinion do you want? Mine, or Little Jeff's?

She laughed lightly.

Annie Edison: Start with yours and work your way down.

Jeff Winger: My opinion: I'm lonely and you're my favourite kind of company. His opinion: you're way too sexy to ever wear clothes. Ever.

Annie nibbled her lip. After a moment's thought she pulled her shirt and bra off, clicked a picture, and sent it off.

Jeff Winger: Not fair. SO not fair.

She grinned.

Annie Edison: So sleepy! See you tomorrow ;)

Jeff Winger: Pure evil.

She giggled and put her phone on her bedside table and went about getting ready for bed.

About half an hour later, her phone buzzed again. She squinted in the dark, opening up her most recent text from Jeff.

It was a picture of his brief-clad crotch with a post-it that read: Thank you for your service.

End

Apparently I have no will power and when I allude to sex, I'm incapable of not actually writing it. I'm a perv, what can I say? Hope you liked it. Let me know!