Sunlight

Summary: Abed, Annie, and an early morning.
Author's Note: I picked up an Annie/Abed prompt table! Every new 'chapter' is a standalone one-shot written for a specific prompt.
Prompt: 'sunlight'.
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.

...the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you - Crack the Shutters, Snow Patrol

Establishing shot of a window. Sunlight filters through gauzy curtains. The camera pans sideways, revealing a young woman asleep on a bed. The sheets are tangled over her body, though one leg peeks out. The soft early morning light highlights her pale skin; shadows play in the folds of the bedclothes.

Zoom to a close-up on her face, which is cast in shadow from the arm flung over her head. Gradually pan down her body as she turns her face from the window and stretches. The movement has revealed more of her bare thigh and the shot lingers on her skin, the top of her shorts just visible. Pan back to her face. Her lips part; her eyelids flutter and slowly open. A few seconds pass and then her gaze focuses on the camera.

"Abed!" she yelps.

Quick zoom out to a medium shot as she bolts upright and pulls the sheets high around her body.

"What are you doing?" she exclaims, glaring slightly beyond the lens to the person operating the camera. Her gaze flickers to the camera and back again. Seated as she is, now closer to the window, her whole body is bathed in gentle light. It gives a golden gleam to her tousled brown hair.

The disembodied voice of the cameraman responds in a flat, matter-of-fact tone.

"I'm filming different scenes to experiment with lighting. This one is Annie in sunlight, 6:30am. I already got Annie during sunrise."

She sighs - an exasperated, resigned noise. Her grip on the sheets loosens; they fall to her waist.

"You've been filming since sunrise?"

"I woke up early and the lighting was perfect. You make a good subject. I wanted to capture that."

Slow zoom to medium close-up. The look of exasperation on her face fades away and her expression visibly softens, a small smile curving her lips.

"Is it really 6:30?" she asks finally, stifling a yawn and adjusting the strap of her camisole.

"Yes."

"Then it's too early to be up."

Zoom out a little further as she sinks down and rolls onto her side, facing away from the camera.

Her voice is slightly muffled. "You should stop filming me and come back to bed."

Six seconds of silence. Then -

"Okay."

There is a slight rustling, the sound of movement. The cameraman moves into frame. He is long and lanky and too tall for this shot: at first all that is visible is his rumpled t-shirt and the top half of his pyjama pants.

He pulls back the sheets and clambers in next to her, his back to the camera and one hand resting on her hip. The angle of the shot is awkward, but it's enough to show her lifting his hand and pulling him forward. She wraps his arm around her waist and nestles back into him.

"There," comes her low murmur. "Much better."

"Cool."

End scene.

Fin