Something New: Jeff wants more than just sex, Annie insists she doesn't, he tries to get her to admit she has feelings for him during sex.
Annie was being particularly aggressive as she fell into bed with Jeff. And because he knew why, Jeff wasn't that happy about it for once.
She was just trying to prove they only needed sex. As if she hadn't tried earlier tonight when Jeff asked her out to dinner – and she said no. Instead, she reminded him they both agreed to a casual, no strings attached sexual relationship months ago, so their tension wouldn't ruin their last year at Greendale together.
But the all too clear fact that Annie only wanted sex – and Jeff was the one who wanted more – was starting to ruin it instead. At least for Jeff, anyway. But he knew it was killing Annie to not want more either – at least he thought it was. When she said she never really wanted a relationship with Jeff, but was only in love with the idea of one, she sounded pretty convincing.
Now she was using heavy duty sex to convince Jeff they didn't need anything more. The fact it wasn't working made Jeff want to turn in his man card then and there. Unfortunately, he knew he lost all rights to it months ago, and maybe even years ago when he fell in….
Well, what did it matter? Annie would never believe him if he told her out there.
But maybe he'd have to show her in here. After all, showing stuff in bed was far easier to do, even for the evolved Jeff.
So when Annie took Jeff's shirt off, quickly nibbled on his chest and moved to go lower, Jeff somehow made her stop. She could do that anytime – although maybe not anymore if this went wrong. But he had to do this while he could still convince himself it was worth the risk.
"Annie, slow down. We have all night, okay?" Jeff assured.
"No we don't, you know that," Annie insisted. Indeed, she never let herself sleep over at Jeff's or even take a nap with him in bed, saying she had to be home before Troy and Abed noticed her gone. At least that's the excuse she used in public.
"They're watching their Inspector Spacetime Series 15 DVDs tonight. So I think they'll be a bit too occupied to enforce curfew," Jeff informed, having actually double checked Troy and Abed's schedule with them before tonight. "Therefore, we have a lot more time than you think."
Annie huffed a bit, yet Jeff still set her on her back and lifted up her shirt. Instead of going right for the breasts or pussy, Jeff focused on her smooth tummy and waist. Before Annie knew it, Jeff was kissing her stomach slower and deeper than he kissed most anything else before – which was the point.
"Oh….go lower. Or higher," Annie requested, still figuring Jeff was only warming up.
"Not yet," Jeff promised, lifting her shirt up higher. Once Annie took it off herself, she then removed her bra – but Jeff wasn't thrown off. In fact, his stomach kisses went even deeper while his hands got to work massaging her waist. Not rubbing or fondling – just massaging. Then he threw Annie off further by going up and fondling her breasts softer than ever before.
"Jeff…..oh God, Jeff, what are you doing? This, this isn't your style," Annie reminded.
"And what do you think my style is, Annie?" Jeff asked before kissing up to her chest. "You think I'm just a wham-bam, all hot and heavy guy, is that it? You'd be dead on if you said that a few months ago. Maybe even a year or two ago. But I'm capable of being more than one thing."
"Wait a minute, Jeff…." Annie started before Jeff suckled her left nipple softly and tenderly. This made her moan for a while until she shook it off and stated, "Jeff, what the hell is this?"
"It's me trying something new. Being romantic during sex. And if I can be like that for the first time in here….who's to say I can't do it out there?" Jeff tried not to let nerves, or awkwardness at being sappy, throw him off. So he made sure Annie didn't see all that by burying his face into her neck. His right hand also went to her hair and stroked it slowly, while his left caressed her stomach and waist.
"Jeff….Jeff, stop it, there's no time for this!" Annie tried to say.
"Why? Because you won't be able to lie to us anymore if there is?" Jeff asked into her neck before suckling it. When he broke, he added, "You still want romance from me, Annie, I know you do. Now that I know I want it, it's okay."
"No it isn't, you don't want it!" Annie reasoned. "I was stupid enough to think you wanted that for real once. But you proved me wrong in the most humiliating, heartbreaking ways possible! I can't let you break my heart again just because you feel guilty! I'm not going to make you do or feel things you don't want to do or feel, okay?"
"But I want to feel them! I do feel them!" Jeff erupted, not caring how exposed it made him. "If you can change your feelings about this stuff, why can't I?"
"Because I try to change all the time! You're Jeff Winger, you don't try or change anything unless we force you to! I know that now!" Annie insisted. "And I don't want to change you….not anymore. I just want to enjoy sex, keep our friendship and leave Greendale on a high note before we drift apart. That's it! Stop pretending that's not perfect for you, please!"
With that, she got out of her skirt and panties and spread her legs. "Just….just fuck me, okay? It's all we both want, so let's….let's not delude ourselves anymore."
The old Jeff would have done exactly that and felt relieved he was off the hook. Even the Jeff from a few months ago would have dismissed this as leftover guilt from the past, not love. Even part of present day Jeff told him it was for the best. After all, if he could make her look this sad and emotional in bed, where Jeff was a master, how bad would he make Annie cry when he sucked in a real relationship? It was probably just guilt or idiocy to think it could end any other way.
But as he saw Annie lie there, just wanting to get fucked and trying not to show any more emotion – he tuned all those other Jeffs out.
"Are you sure?" Jeff asked, then kissed her as slowly and gently as he could before she answered. However, she broke away quickly and repeated, "Yes, I'm sure" – although her eyes looked a little shakier.
So Jeff kissed her sweetly again, and put his hand on her head so she wouldn't break off so easily. Annie stayed in place, yet when Jeff's tongue entered her mouth, her tongue didn't move. Nevertheless, Jeff slid his other hand down and started massaging her pussy anyway – massage, not rub.
"Jeff, I'm warmed up already, you can go in," Annie still urged.
"You don't want just that. I know because I don't either," Jeff insisted.
"Stop telling me what I want, I know what I want! I'm not a child anymore, no matter how much you told yourself I was!" Annie argued. "So since I'm not a child, I can't believe childish things like you….you…"
"What? Being in love with you?" Jeff punctuated by finally slipping himself inside her, distracting the both of them for the moment.
Yet Annie still managed to recover enough to say, "That's….not fair. You know….people say things in sex they don't mean."
"Well, where would you believe me? If it's nowhere, then what difference does it make?" Jeff pointed out.
"So why say it at all, since it makes no difference?" Annie nitpicked, trying to ride herself on Jeff quickly – a bit too quickly. With that, Jeff wrapped his arms around Annie's waist, holding her against him as he fucked her slower.
"Because it took me 35 years to realize the truth makes a difference," Jeff answered, mentally congratulating himself for his way with words, even while inside Annie. But he shook off congratulating himself for once, and continued, "The truth is….I'm finally ready for more. And I want that with you."
"No you don't….I know you don't…." Annie groaned, or at least tried not to.
"The old me didn't, but he's dead now. Or at least in hibernation," Jeff semi-joked, then went back to kissing and nuzzling her neck. "If I do all this sweet stuff with you, maybe old me can stay comatose after all," he teased while thrusting himself all the way inside Annie, extra slowly.
"It doesn't matter," Annie still tried to say. "I can't let you hurt me again. Oh God…..you can say you never wanted to, but you did," She groaned out again from the love making, but then got angrier and reminded Jeff, "You hurt me really bad! Why should I trust you like that again?! I have sex with you and we're still friends, it's good enough! It has to be!"
"It isn't. You and I both know that. You're holding back, and I don't want a halfway Annie. I want all of her," Jeff kept insisting. He supported his argument by going a little faster into her, but not extra fast.
Jeff was still settling for holding her, rocking his body slowly against her, and kissing her across her face towards her ear. When he got there, he whispered, "In case you haven't noticed….I'm making love to you. I've never made love to anyone before. I'm losing my love virginity to you….hell, I'm saying sappy stuff like that and I'm not even gagging! What more can I do?"
"Nothing….it's too, too late," Jeff heard Annie answer – albeit quieter than before and more shaky. Maybe he was on the right track after all. So he put his face back above hers and tried not to be thrown off by how it was crumbling – both from Jeff's love making and his words.
"I don't want you to hold back anymore. I'm not," Jeff let her know. "I want you to see and get all of me. Even the new sappy stuff I don't want anyone else to see. But I want to see all of you too. You've held back since we started this, and I can't stand it anymore."
"Then, just, just….." Annie couldn't let herself finish. Yet Jeff knew she was trying to tell him to just end it, if he couldn't stand it anymore.
At that point, it really hit him that he might have failed, and it really was too late to get more than sex from her. For the first time, that scenario made him incredibly depressed.
Well, if Annie wanted this to be the end, then he was going to end it right –for the first time in any relationship. But he wouldn't end this Annie's new way or Jeff's old way. New Jeff finally stopped talking and just showed Annie what he wanted from her.
He wanted to be closer to her than any woman he'd ever met, which he showed by holding her tight against him. He wanted to give her more care than any other woman – which he showed by gently kissing her forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, and all the other parts of a woman's face he rarely kissed. He wanted her to feel special and know that someone cared for her as much as she cared for everything and everyone – which he showed with more gentle kisses and direct eye contact.
Jeff hoped his feelings shone through his eyes as easily as they always shone through Annie's; if such a thing could be done. Just as he finally saw them soften, he decided now was the time to go a little faster – after all, he couldn't just stick to love making in bed forever. But while he showed more typical intensity in his thrusts, he still held Annie gently and carefully while he pounded her.
Now Annie was getting what she said she wanted all along, yet she didn't seem to know what to make of it. She actually looked confused and conflicted, so Jeff went back to kissing her to calm her down – only more intensely than before. But this wasn't the kind of frantic, intense kissing they usually did. Jeff was making it more passionate in a romantic way – and this time, Annie met the challenge.
As their hips bucked more wildly against each other, Jeff willed himself to hold and kiss her more romantically. But at long last, Annie was doing the same, as she let herself hold him close and rub his body. Yet she was finally just rubbing and caressing him instead of merely devouring him – the way Jeff always figured Annie would. The way that made him feel alive in a new, better way – like with all the other new ways Annie made him feel over the years.
And now that he was finally feeling that way in bed as well, it was all Jeff could take. He brought his hand down to her opening, teased it as much as he could, and thrust harder into her until she finally exploded. On cue, Jeff let himself go as well and laid his face back onto her neck, groaning as Annie held him tighter.
Knowing that he was going off because of making love, and after laying all his cards on the table….it didn't fill Jeff with the fear he always expected. In fact, he was more relieved after this orgasm than any other. Maybe even more relieved than ever in his entire life. Yet that all depended on the end result.
So he kept his face buried into Annie's neck, waiting for both of them to catch their breath. In the meantime, Jeff racked his brain for a closing argument, which never used to be difficult for him. But he never had to make one in bed before – and never had the stakes this high anywhere.
He wasn't brave enough to look at her right away, so he talked into her neck at first. "That was more than just sex, Annie. And that's what I want to give you. It won't be like that all the time, because, well….I'm still kind of Jeff Winger. But I want to do it enough so you know how important you are to me, and that I'll do anything to make you trust me like you used to. Like by not hurting you the way I used to, and actually telling you things….well, maybe not everything. But the important stuff about you and me. Us, I hope."
Jeff knew he had to look at her at some point. So he lifted himself up, looked down into her conflicted face, and tried not to go more over the top than he had to – or wanted to. "You know I wouldn't be saying this if I didn't mean it. And you know I'd never be this cruel in leading you on….not anymore. It's just not an option for me anymore."
He was out of magic words, so he just settled on closing with, "So with that in mind, let me ask you again. Annie, will you go out with me?" When she didn't answer, he felt desperate enough to add the word "Please?" in a near whisper.
Jeff's eye felt a little heavy – like he had something in them – but he kept them open to look at Annie. She just studied him for a long moment, her eyes only a little teary. At the briefest of moments, he thought he saw a little smile from her when he looked down. Yet she kept thinking things over and giving Jeff's head several heart attacks in the process.
But finally, Annie smiled a slightly bigger smile, which made Jeff feel lighter than he could imagine. However, he was brought down a bit when she only said, "Let me sleep on it." Yet when Jeff rolled off her and Annie laid her head on his chest, he remembered what a step that really was.
It wasn't an outright yes, of course. But the fact that she wasn't leaving after sex, and actually wanted to go to sleep with him – regardless of whether Troy and Abed noticed she didn't come home, and whether they figured out why and blabbed to the group – it was as good as a yes from her. With that, Jeff was satisfied and drifted into his most peaceful sleep in some time.
He went through a lot of effort over the years to sleep with women. But for the first time, the act of actually going to sleep with a woman really meant something. And so would all the other new milestones that were a bit more certain to come now.
Compare and Contrast: Troy and Britta watch Jeff/Annie having sex
Britta knew she could never catch a break, but this was pushing it. Almost as much as Jeff was pushing into Annie right now.
She really sealed her fate when she made herself tag along with Troy and Abed on one of their shoots. This was what being a mindless zombie girlfriend got her, apparently. She tried to take part in Troy's activities, stuck around in his apartment to help him gather equipment instead of driving to the set with Abed – and was stuck with him when Jeff and Annie came in.
Well, first they heard Jeff and Annie collide against the front door. Then while they were giggling, moaning and trying to open it up, Troy and Britta panicked and ran into the nearest room – Annie's. They tried to stay quiet and hoped Jeff and Annie would bang in the living room and get out. But of course, that wasn't the case with Britta around.
By some token miracle, Britta and Troy got into the closet before Jeff finally opened Annie's door. Before Annie came in and closed it, Britta covered Troy's mouth and her own so they wouldn't make a sound. All they had to do was stay quiet, close their eyes, block out the noises, and they might be able to sneak out when Jeff and Annie fell asleep.
Britta did her part and kept quiet, even as she heard Jeff and Annie do their usual banter – with sex noises mixed in. At least she didn't hear Troy make any noises and give them away. But she felt that Troy's jaw was still dropped, then opened her eyes to see him staring wide-eyed at the closet door – where he could see Jeff and Annie through the shutter closet door blinds.
Apparently Jeff and Annie had already broken Troy at a Levar Burton level. Of course they did.
Well, Britta didn't have to worry about Troy making a sound. He'd just get wowed by another woman having sex – by Annie having sex. Why wouldn't he? Everyone just loved wowing over Annie more than….anyone else. Especially Jeff.
With that thought, Britta wound up taking a peek herself. And it was just in time to see Jeff remove Annie's bra and feast on her breasts. Of course that was what he went for first.
Yet Jeff wasn't just nibbling and breezing past her boobs before he got down below. Probably because there was more for him to feast on than with….other boobs. But even with that, he wasn't gobbling on them. In fact, the way he suckled – and kissed – Annie's boobs almost looked….gentle. And he was holding them at the bottom and rubbing his thumbs underneath them – that was new too.
So was the way Jeff laid Annie down on the bed and kissed her midriff. And Britta wasn't aware that Jeff liked using his tongue on bellybuttons too – or liked it when someone laughed in bed. But she wasn't surprised that Jeff liked how Annie pounced on him and laid on top of him.
Still, when Annie unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it open, Jeff stunned Britta anew by not saying anything about the stitching. He just took the shirt off – threw it off – and let Annie work on his pants.
Britta didn't need to see Annie demean herself on Jeff's pant area. Sure, it was nice to look at and even taste a bit, but….then again, this was Annie doing it. The girl who couldn't even say penis or put condoms on a banana was now going to suck a human banana. Then again, that was years ago and Annie clearly wasn't that sexually naïve anymore.
And of course, she was a quick learner in everything. In this too, judging by the moans Jeff was making – even though Britta had never heard those moans from him.
She tried to recall if she heard them from Troy when she…demeaned her mouth on him. But she couldn't ask him, because his brain was shorted out and he couldn't look away from Annie sucking on Jeff's cock.
Why would he? Why would anything or anyone else enter his mind now?
But this part of the show ended when Jeff backed away from Annie's mouth. Britta almost yelled out, "Oh, come on, really?" at how he made Annie sit up, then bent down and ate her out instead of letting her finish him off. And when he held Annie's hips and seemed to rub his face all over herself, Britta almost thought she was in one of Abed's alternate timelines.
And that was before Annie grabbed Jeff by the hair without getting yelled at, then bent down to kiss him – and taste herself – before Jeff sat up and got her to sit on his lap.
Well, with the way they worked themselves up, at least this would be over soon. They wouldn't have to look at Annie bouncing on Jeff's lap for long – or see Jeff hold her to his chest and actually look at her during sex. Soon, they wouldn't have to see Jeff drive his hips into her in a familiar, yet more passionate than usual pattern. Or see Annie wiggle her ass up and down so vividly in Troy's line of sight.
Oh, who was Britta kidding? She could dance around describing the real truth in her head all she wanted, but it was no use.
The fact was that Jeff wasn't emotionally unavailable during sex – at least when it was with Annie and not Britta. And now that Troy was seeing the more beloved, hotter, sexier, younger Annie naked and rocking Jeff's world…..Britta would seem like second place to him too.
After all, look at Annie and what she was doing to Jeff. And what he was inspired to actually do for her.
If Britta was anyone else in any other position, she might actually find this hot. If Jeff Winger was any other person and she had any other history with him, she might see this Jeff as someone worth keeping around in bed – even if people knew about them. And if Britta was really as progressive as she tried to be on that Valentine's Day….she might be really impressed with how Annie was jiggling and writhing on him.
Regardless, it was pretty impressive on both ends….
Oh, fuck it. Troy would be too brainwashed by Annie to notice Britta now – or later. Besides, she deserved just a tiny little break.
When she covered her mouth with her left hand, jammed her right hand into her pants and started working herself, it was a rare good sign that Jeff and Annie didn't finish then and there. They still had a ways to go, since Jeff was actually slowing down to make this last longer. It made all the sense in the world for him to do that, really.
Well, if Jeff was going to rub this in longer, Britta would do some rubbing of her own.
She blocked out Annie and focused on Jeff's movements at first. Then she blocked out the implications of focusing on Annie as well. Then she focused on how Jeff kissed Annie while rubbing her off, and blocked out imagining anyone else in that scenario – or rewriting any past moments in her head.
Britta willed herself to just think about how hot this was. And even how sweet it was to see her friends actually making…..well, maybe those weren't the best thoughts. Still, it was something how they had overcome the past, their own mistakes and insecurities to find something this hot and satisfying.
At least it was possible for some people. Or at least for some people to keep it, before it looked inadequate and less sexy to one of them.
But Britta wanted one good memory to cling to tonight. And right after Annie shuddered and clenched around Jeff, and Jeff shuddered and released himself, Britta finally got her release as well.
Afterwards, Jeff and Annie fell on their backs and didn't move, so it looked like they were at least nearing a nap. Britta didn't move as well, but not because she was sleepy. She stayed frozen in place, with her left hand over her mouth and her wet right hand stuck inside her wet panties.
The second she moved, the sooner they'd have to sneak out – and the sooner Troy would realize he made the wrong choice in not going for Annie years ago. It was the way of the world, so who was Britta to fight it anymore?
Yet she wanted to put it off for just a few more minutes. So when Britta finally heard Jeff's all too familiar snoring – and Annie's only slightly quieter snores – she still didn't move. Troy clearly wasn't moving either, so maybe –
"Thank God," she heard Troy say right then. Before she could do anything else, she felt Troy pulling her hand out of her pants. She then turned around just in time to see him take her wet fingers and lick them clean.
"Troy, what are you…." Britta barely managed to merely whisper. She enjoyed the feeling before she just had to Britta it and whisper, "God, pretending I taste like Annie already? I mean, with you drooling all over her, you must know what she tastes like by now."
"What? I don't have magic lady tasting powers like that," Troy remembered to whisper. "And I like tasting you too much to get them. That's why you brought me out of my brain coma when you touched yourself. Hell, I wasn't even looking at them when you started that, how could I?"
"You, you weren't?" Britta asked, although there was really no way she knew for sure. He could just be lying to suck up to her and taste her, while still wishing it was Annie.
"No. I mean, picturing you in Annie's place got me in that brain coma to start with. It was nice of you to lure me out too, so thanks for taking one for the team," Troy complimented. "Can I pay you back in my room when we get out of here? I mean, Abed needs me first when we get out of here, but I can do the naked stuff with you right after that! Okay?"
Yes he could. He could do that, and maybe Britta would be enough for him when he did. Maybe if Jeff and Annie could turn into that in bed, other impossible stuff could happen too. Stuff, and people, that actually favored Britta more.
Maybe if they finished Abed's shoot fast enough, they could get back and do it in Troy's room while Jeff and Annie were still in her room. That might make it a little easier to face them with their clothes on. But perhaps one Britta win was her limit tonight – though this kind of win wasn't so bad to settle for.
Jeff's New Pillow Talk: Jeff blurts 'I love you' the first time they have sex, they are both weirded out
Jeff knew he could be dumb sometimes. Not Britta in the last two years dumb, or regular old Troy dumb, but dumb all the same. But at this moment, he felt dumber than both of them combined – if only because it took this long to finally bury himself in Annie.
Yet here he was now, with Annie laid out below him in his bed, clenching around him at long last. He wanted to look at her and make sure she was okay – but if he actually saw how her eyes and face looked at this moment, he might lose it then and there. As such, Jeff would have to drink in and savor Annie's gorgeous sex faces later.
This first time was just about endurance and settling her in, so Jeff focused on restraint. Of course, the more Annie cooed and rubbed up against him, the harder it was not to slam into her and make them both cum hard and fast. It took every technique Jeff had not to go overboard, as he put all of his concentration into controlling himself.
He controlled himself when Annie called out to God – and even let a little 'fuck' escape her lips. He contained himself when her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped around his chest as well. Jeff even stayed under semi-control when Annie's hand lightly brushed the back of his neck – that was a new way to get him going.
Yet through all his thrusts, all her thrusts back and all the touches they gave each other, Jeff kept himself from exploding. His cock was locked down and wouldn't go off unless her orgasm triggered it first. Until then, Jeff wouldn't erupt in the slightest – not even when Annie's hand roughly slid down his back and landed on his ass and balls.
God, it really took him three long years to experience that. What an idiot.
"I love you."
What?
Annie didn't sound like herself when she said that. She did say it, right?
No, she looked too stunned right now. It….it was….
Just as that realization hit Jeff, so did Annie's orgasm. And not too long after that, Jeff finally went off in her as well.
But in spite of achieving their first orgasm together, both of their minds were elsewhere. It tarnished it as soon as they were finished. As drained as they were after they came, both their thoughts were on how Jeff said "I love you" moments earlier.
He spent all that effort keeping his cock from going off, and it left his mouth free to do it instead. What a fucking idiot. And now look what it got him.
Right now, it got Jeff and Annie an awkward silence, even when he pulled out and sat up on the edge of the bed. He took so long to do this, and now he couldn't even enjoy the Goddamn afterglow – and neither could Annie now. He shouldn't have been too surprised it would end up like this.
"Jeff?" he finally heard Annie say behind him. "I….I know you didn't mean it." Okay, part of him was a tiny bit surprised at that reaction.
If he did do this two years ago, he knew Annie would have squealed and cling to him and said she loved him too. At least Jeff thought he knew it. He did know that Annie was less Jeff crazy and more in control of her feelings now. Yet he kind of thought deep down that she could go that nuts again with the wrong move. This was as wrong a move as possible; and yet she wasn't getting hysterical. Not in a good or bad way.
"I know in the….heat of the moment, people say things they don't mean," Annie reasoned. "Don't worry, I know you don't love me. I know that quite well," she said with perhaps more regret than she wanted. But she recovered and said, "But that's okay, that's not why I wanted this. I know I wasn't really in love with you before either, but I'm fine with it now. I'm good with just finally doing this….especially since it went really good before."
Annie chuckled and it almost brought a smile to Jeff's face – she did know how to appeal to his ego. It didn't quite balance out the rough stuff she said before, but it helped. A little. "So buck up, okay? I'm not crazy anymore to assume you love me, just because you….did things to me. You don't have to do anything more."
Annie's logic made Jeff relieved, proud, guilty and ashamed all at once. That was almost as powerful a mixture as sex was. And it had the same end result of making Jeff open his big mouth again.
This time, he gave himself away by saying, "But I want to.…"
"What?" Annie checked. Jeff only had a brief window to say he meant nothing by it. But after finally having sex with Annie and hearing her say those sobering, somewhat sad words to him, his usual denial wasn't flaring up to save him. Instead, he just kept stupidly revealing stuff like, "I want to give you more."
Annie gasped and seemed lost on what to say. Yet Jeff's words just kept coming out, although they were a little less embarrassing now. "You're right, maybe I didn't mean it like that. I mean, we just started….our next step, and I've spent more time pursuing you and pushing you away than loving you. Maybe I don't actually love you yet for real. But if that's where it ended up, I….I wouldn't mind that much."
"You wouldn't? But, but, you're Jeff Winger. You don't fall in love," Annie reminded.
"Maybe I still don't. But if I can love someone, it would be you. And I took you here tonight because, well, I guess I want to find out if I can," Jeff rambled a bit before remembering another key detail. "I guess you don't actually love me anymore, though. But if you'd like to find out for sure….I could help you now. I mean, if you still want that."
Jeff was rarely a talker in bed – at least not with clean, romantic words. So of course, the first time he really used his mouth for words in bed, he kept digging a hole for himself. Admitting all this, and actually realizing he was thinking all this, was one embarrassing thing.
But once Annie turned him down, since she clearly didn't need him for more than sex anymore, it would be a fitting final blow. Only Jeff could ruin a hot, glorious, long overdue first time with a mess like that.
But only Annie could have made him forget all his misery with just one kiss. Then another one. Then by letting Jeff join in the third and fourth ones.
When she was finished, she smiled – albeit with some nerves and reservations left – and asked, "So you want to try out having a real, in-love relationship, huh?"
"Well, maybe just a trial run to start off," Jeff said with more nerves than he wanted.
"Okay. Well, if we're testing to see if we're in love, then actually making love would be a good experiment. Makes sense, right?" Annie proposed.
Despite Jeff's efforts for control, their first time had been frantic, which was no surprise with their pent up history. But a calmer second time – especially since they needed time to get hard and wet again anyway – would be a good test run, perhaps.
Despite how his words somehow didn't destroy him – and felt kind of freeing, really – Jeff didn't trust himself to answer Annie with more words. Instead, he went for the more tried and true method of letting actions and kisses do the talking in bed. However, the way he kissed and took action with Annie this time was not from his tried and true methods – making this yet another 'first time' for Jeff tonight.
Nevertheless, in spite of how slow and gentle they went this time, it almost took more effort than last time for Jeff not to come early. This time it was due to overwhelming sensations that weren't in his cock, however. Yet in this case, he kept himself from speaking again after they were both done.
He almost said, "I want to love you" as a joke and a callback – and as a few other things – but he was too tired and soothed to talk. He almost tried anyway, if only to see if Annie would say "I want to love you too" as a joke – or as another thing. Yet his exhaustion, and the feel of Annie's naked body resting against his, finally lulled him to sleep.
But not before he thought if he did say "I want to love you" – he might not have to include 'want to' for very long. Hopefully.
Starlight Silence: sex on a blanket under the stars
Jeff didn't know why they bothered to come here. As if camping had worked so well for the group before. But after their latest smores arguments, he had enough and just walked away. Maybe he could sneak out and find a nice hotel room by the time they noticed he was gone.
He got out of the woods without anyone noticing – but of course, someone was there on the open grass. Or rather, she was lying on a blanket in the open grass. Come to think of it, Jeff had wondered where Annie went before the fighting really started. And now he wondered why she didn't even notice him.
All she was doing was lying on her back and looking up at the stars. But once Jeff looked up at the stars, then noticed how their light reflected on Annie, he kind of got an idea. He also noticed how she was smiling, and had a rare look of serenity on her face. Rare and….memorable. That was it.
It would be a real jackass move to interrupt that and risk stressing her out again – yet Jeff couldn't exactly look away either. In fact, he found himself walking closer to her and her blanket. Eventually, he realized he'd need to say something too, so he settled on, "Way to hide the good campsites from us," as Annie noticed him.
"Jeff!" Annie seemed shocked, but mostly startled. He briefly regretted wiping that peaceful look and starlight glow off her face, yet Annie recovered and asked, "Smores fighting too much for you?"
"How did you know?" Jeff wondered.
"Jeff, I have a long memory. Enough to get clear before history repeats itself, anyway. I guess you figured it out the hard way," Annie quipped, but gave him a pitying smile and patted the free side of the blanket. Jeff had come here to find his car, yet went to sit down next to Annie without another thought anyway.
His next thought was to ask, "So, I'm guessing something from childhood or rehab explains why you like looking up at the stars. Which one is it?"
"Both, technically," Annie answered. "I know you're supposed to feel alone or small looking up there, but I've felt alone and small enough in my life. I just like the quiet, really."
She laid her head on her hands and got that perfect look back as she continued, "When you live with fighting parents, or you're in a scary rehab center, or in a rotten neighborhood….or you just have an hyperactive brain….you love quiet whenever you can get it. Sharing that comfortable silence with the night sky….with something big and devoid and lonely and still beautiful anyway….it was a pretty good escape. And it still works to this day to block out fighting friends."
"Huh. You do have different relaxing techniques than me," Jeff responded, in lue of voicing his sappier thoughts. "I just relax and go to sleep anywhere. And I hardly care how comfortable the silence is. But to each her own."
"Yeah. Well I hate uncomfortable silence. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak in order to be comfortable?" Annie asked, although Jeff had a feeling he heard this before. She continued with, "That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence."
Once Jeff finally got the "Pulp Fiction" quote, he broke the silence by laughing and Annie joined in. "I see someone's Pulp Fiction research is still paying off. Even though you weren't quoting your character," Jeff chuckled.
"Yeah, I loved playing Honey Bunny, but come on…it's Mia Wallace," Annie stressed, and Jeff gave a "say no more" gesture. "Britta wasn't bad playing her, but…." She left it hanging but shook it off and shrugged, while Jeff imagined he'd danced his Pulp Fiction dance with Annie instead of Britta – again.
But this was supposed to be a comfortable silence, so Jeff took the hint and laid next to Annie without another word. Soon they both laid their heads on their folded hands, which made Jeff smile when he looked and saw her in the same position. The peaceful look and smile on her face might have played a part as well, yet Jeff stayed quiet about it.
For someone who loved his peace and quiet, Jeff never appreciated it quite like this. Yet as he kept looking over at Annie, he began to understand what Uma Thurman was talking about. He loved not being disturbed by anyone – but even with someone else here, he felt calm and at peace. Especially in this setting. And even Jeff couldn't deny that he could never get this from his other friends.
Although he didn't say a word to Annie and vice versa, Jeff still felt they were on some kind of special wavelength here –away from the world and prying, judging eyes. No one could gasp and call him a pervert preying on way too good girls out here.
Of course, way too good girls wouldn't have said the uncensored version of that Pulp Fiction line – and 'good girl' seemed a bit too simplistic to describe Annie nowadays. Especially the girl part.
Before he knew it, he lifted his right hand up and reached to put it around Annie's shoulder. But since they weren't in the position for that classic move, he settled for laying his hand on top of Annie's hair. Once he did, Jeff kept looking up at the stars, hoping not to draw extra attention and make Annie sit up – or make her remove his hand from her hair.
Yet when he felt Annie's hand on his outstretched arm, he was compelled to lie on his hip and see that Annie was lying on hers as well. They faced each other in one of their increasingly typical 'long looks and stolen glances' moments. But they'd never laid together or downright shined like this, or touched each other like this in some time. If they could have been like this before, then maybe it had been too long.
Annie seemed to agree as she leaned closer to him – but it was quite different when she froze in place and backed away. "Sorry, sorry…." she took Jeff aback by saying, before staring up at the stars with a far less peaceful look.
Jeff didn't like not seeing her at peace in this light. He didn't like when she wasn't at peace anywhere. And he couldn't deny she wasn't at peace because of him – and he was sick of trying. Thanks to all those times he strung her along and blew chances with her in the past, she was too afraid of taking another shot now. Even in this downright romantic setting straight out of some cheesy book.
Jeff had rarely been in those scenarios, and had blown them every time he was. He blew a lot of things with Annie before. Well, if he was due to get one thing right with her, why couldn't it be this thing? It should be this thing.
Before he could shoot himself in the foot by thinking again, Jeff laid on his hip next to Annie, leaned down and kissed her. When she didn't kiss back, he opened his eyes and saw hers still open and doubtful.
He tried to make his eyes convey warmth and reassurance for the first time ever – and seeing her up close in that starlight did help. He kept his lips pressed against hers, waiting for her to make a move – and it finally came.
Once Annie closed her eyes and kissed back, Jeff fully went to work. He laid the rest of his body on top of hers as gently as possible, placing his hand back on her hair. He gripped her scalp tighter as their tongues got into the mix, along with Annie's hands. To give her breathing room, Jeff rolled back onto his hip and Annie turned onto hers, leaving the two to make out and place their hands on their respective waists.
When Annie's hand dipped under his shirt, Jeff rolled onto his back and had Annie lay on top of him. He opened his eyes and saw the night skylight reflect on Annie's hair, which put him further on autopilot. Except for the odd little moans, the two stayed quiet – but comfortably so, in spite of how overdue this was. They didn't even speak when Jeff lifted up Annie's shirt and Annie worked to unbutton Jeff's.
Since they were on a blanket, Jeff didn't mind lying his bare back on the covered ground – and he certainly didn't mind Annie losing her shirt either. He wrapped his arms just above her ass and kissed her upper chest, just above her bra-covered breasts. Annie's doubt over this was clearly gone or subdued – which she proved by grinding onto Jeff's pants.
Despite lying comfortably on his back, Jeff felt compelled to sit up and put Annie on his lap. When he saw the night light shine on much of her naked skin, he knew he made the right call. But before he could lower his zipper, he remembered this call was up to Annie – he owed her that much.
So he tried to ask her with his eyes if this was okay. And after examining Jeff's face closely, Annie's softened as her hand trailed down his naked chest.
After she unbuckled Jeff's belt and pulled his erection out, Jeff caught his breath, lifted Annie's skirt up and warmed her up by rubbing the front of her panties. He dipped his fingers inside them for a few more moments, then pulled them down and lined himself up with her more exposed opening. When he got the tip in, they both caught their breath and Jeff massaged Annie's scalp and back to calm her down.
Yet by the time he got all the way in, Jeff needed to be calmer. He could only look down at Annie's skirt, since seeing anything more….naked in this starlight might end this too soon. But Jeff regained some control over himself and helped Annie ride him.
Eventually, Jeff let himself look at Annie's face as it tried to look normal. Her arms were around his neck and her moans were starting to pick up along with Jeff's – so much for comfortable silence. In fact, it was about time to see if she could be as loud in….certain scenarios as he imagined.
Jeff slid his hand back to her opening and rubbed as much of it as he could. His other hand also went underneath her skirt and rested on her ass, pushing it against Jeff's hips. As her moans got louder, Jeff's did as well as she tightened up on him, but he muffled them by putting his face into her bouncing cleavage. Yet while his moans were quieter, they were no less frequent.
After teasing her clothed nipples with his tongue, Jeff bit down on the left one when Annie slammed particularly hard into him. Now both of them were making this decidedly less peaceful and quiet. They should have worried about their friends hearing them, but the sensations were too loud for them to think straight.
Their groaning echoed further as they came closer to climax, and it was only stopped briefly when they kissed again. Annie had to break when Jeff's left index finger brushed the top of her pussy, and his right index finger brushed the bottom underneath her ass. She shuddered and moaned as Jeff saw her light up under the stars again, which was enough to make him ready to go as well.
A few more growls and grunts later, Annie released himself all over Jeff, with Jeff following soon after. When he did, Annie threw her head back in ecstasy – a sight which made Jeff do everything he could to keep his eyes open through his orgasm. But he got his fill and finally closed his eyes as he finished up, then laid on his back and let Annie rest on his chest.
The two took a few more heavy breaths while recovering, which made Annie comment, "Well…I won't think of quiet and the stars together again." Yet after Jeff's chuckle, they still made no more loud noises after that.
Now that it was over, Jeff should have panicked by now that they made a mistake, or that their friends would find them, or that he had probably just ruined both their lives in the long term. Annie should have already panicked about being this naked in public, or why she let herself go that far, or how this contradicted with everything she said in the Dreamatorium.
And yet they let silence, the sounds of nature, and each other's breathing and warm skin wash over them instead.
There was no way either of them could face the others tonight after this – or deal with them still arguing. Not when it was so quiet and warm and bright over here. They would deal with their questions after a peaceful night's sleep.
And if their friends found them, maybe Jeff staying put and keeping Annie covered in his arms would show his commitment where his words couldn't. Silence and gestures could work in the daylight too – or so he would hope until his words could speak louder than quiet.