let me kiss you on your neck (make your heart stop)

[dearygirl]

~*~*~

They end up in his bed.

Turns out, the couch is too small and somehow, a few hours after they fall asleep, Jeff crashes onto the floor, tangled in the blanket and cursing as his head smacks into the coffee table.

Annie blinks into the darkness, half-asleep and confused.

“Jeff?” she murmurs. There’s an answering groan and her

Comments

[veritas724]

The fact that Jeff and Annie can be so sweet and so HOT at the same time is why I love them, and you captured it perfectly. Great job!!!

[dearygirl]

Yay! Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it!

[shopgirl909]

This was pure amazing-ness. Really good job. I like that he wanted her in his bed. I loved this line "he can’t help but touch her" because it is SO Jeff.

Oh, one little, tiny thing. "Kind of amused and a lot affectionate." Can you have a lot of "affectionate"?

I really love your balance here. Would also love to read Jeff's pov!

[dearygirl]

The "can't help but touch her" line was actually a very last minute edition so I'm glad to hear it worked! I've sort of considered writing this from Jeff' POV but we'll see where the creative juices take me.

Thank you so much for the lovely comment!

[heartjd]

Ooooooh wow. wow. That was slow, that was hot, that was perfect. I took the time to read the actual fic from the beginning and I'm so glad I did.

LOVED it.

[dearygirl]

Aww, thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed the entire thing. It was a lot of fun to write.

[westwingwolf]

Awesome, sweet and hot. Love this. Really makes a nice moment for Jeff and Annie.

[dearygirl]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thank you!

[wallows]

This is all kinds of super amazing that I want to squeeze you in delight. Incredibly romantic, sexy, and yeah hot but still really intimate. There's this patina (ha, patina) of haze, the one between sleeping and waking you capture so well it makes me want to snuggle back in a warm bed (alas, sans a warm jeff). I love the meandering-ness of this, reminds me a bit of that summer fic of yours where they go nightswimming, which I like to reread.
so she crawls forward, pulling the blanket up around them both and making sure the ends are tucked around his feet as she curls next to him.
...tamps down the sudden urge to smooth her fingers along the faint creases at his eyes. In the immortal words of Rachel Zoe, "I die."
So 0penhearts is J/A fic whisperer. I hope she continues to badger the wonderful and hesitant. Yours and hers were the very first fics I read in this comm.

[dearygirl]

Thank you so the awesome comment. This is one of those fics that took me forever to write because I really wanted to get that hazy-in-between-sleep-and-awake feeling right. So to hear that it does feel that way makes me super delighted. (And I love you for referencing the nightswimming fic because that's my favorite thing I've written).

And yes, 0penhearts is indeed an awesome encourager of all of this. I try not to complain too much about it. ;)

Thank you again! You're lovely.