Fic: I Only Get It For The Articles

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Title: I Only Get It For The Articles
Word Count: 6577
Rating: M
Summary: Troy brings 'Maxim'  to class and chaos ensues when he finds Annie's picture in its pages. 
Pairing: Jeff/Annie
AN: It makes no sense that 'Maxim' would include girls from community college in their college girl issue, so I apologize for that.  But there's smut, so WOO!


“How do you spell refrigerator?”

Jeff looked up from his phone to glare in Pierce’s direction. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“I,” Pierce announced with grandeur, “am going to start writing and illustrating my own comic book for Greendale students.”

Jeff closed his eyes. “That definitely seems like something we need around here.” He sat up straighter in his chair. “Let me see what you have so far.” Pierce stood, excited that Jeff was paying him attention, and brought his notebook around the study table and planted himself in the seat usually left empty.

“See what I’ve done here?” he gestured to the notebook paper on which he’d clearly drawn a three-panel comic about whether or not the woman’s refrigerator was running.

“Yeah, Pierce.” Jeff sighed and tapped the paper. “See, I think people are already kind of familiar with this joke.”

“Is that because I told it last week during study group?”

“Good Lord,” Shirley muttered quietly from her seat.

Jeff narrowed his eyes at the older man and opened his mouth to speak before closing it again. “Yeah, that’s it.” Pierce nodded understandingly before rising to take his own seat again just as Troy and Abed entered with Britta trailing behind them.

“I just don’t get why you guys like ‘Grease 2’ better than the original,” Britta remarked as she dropped her books onto the table and flopped into her seat.

Abed gave her an appraising look before sitting next to her. “If you don’t get it, I can’t really explain.”

Britta shot him a suspicious look. “Is this like that thing where you guys watch bad movies together?”

“’Grease 2’ is not a bad movie, Britta.” Troy gave her a pitying look.

“I agree,” Abed nodded. “It is a horrible veritable tour-de-force of suck for a then-unknown Michelle Pfeiffer.”

“So she doesn’t keep it on her resume?” Britta cracked, looking toward Jeff for approval. He gave her a withering look in response and she stuck her tongue out at him.

“If we’re done talking about the downfall of American cinema, can we actually get some studying done here?” Jeff asked. He tossed his phone onto the table and opened his book, irritated.

“We should wait for Annie,” Shirley chirped, looking toward the empty chair to her right. It was only then that Jeff noticed that she wasn‘t already there.

“Where is she?” he asked flatly.

Britta snapped her fingers. “Oh darn, I forgot my Marauder’s Map in my other jacket.” She snickered at her own joke but was met with silence from everyone else in the room. “’Cause of ‘Harry Potter’?” She glanced over at Abed. “Remember?”

“Kind of lame, Britta.” He opened his own book and started leafing through it slowly.

“Yeah,” Jeff agreed flatly.

Britta glared over at him. “Shut up.”

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Annie announced from behind him and everyone turned to look at her.

“Where were you?” Jeff asked as he watched her take her seat.

“Maybe she was held after in Transfiguration by Professor McGonagall,” Abed noted and Jeff chuckled along with everyone else, causing Britta to raise her arms in anger.

Shirley wiggled slightly in her seat. “Now that Annie’s here, we can start.” She opened her book and cleared her throat. “We were on page two hundred and-” She stopped dead and Jeff looked up from his own book to see a scary mom look on her face. “Troy, what is that?”

Troy glanced up from the magazine he had been engrossed in. “This? Is a ‘Maxim’ magazine,” he answered clearly, as if she really wasn’t aware of what it was. Jeff shut his book with a sigh and picked up his phone.

“And um,” Shirley cleared her throat again. “Why do you have it out here, in the study room?” Jeff could tell by her expression that she was about to explode all over the ex-football player.

“Shirley, relax.” He felt something cold run through him when Shirley’s glare turned to face him. “I mean, he’s not being disruptive and it’s his right to look at that instead of actually studying with us.”

“Well, I think it’s gross.” Britta rose from her chair and Jeff and Troy groaned in unison. “I mean, don’t these women have any self-esteem at all?” She walked over to where Troy was sat, still looking at the magazine. “Is there sense of self-worth so small that they feel the need to take off their clothes for men all over the country to see?”

“I hate when you ruin stuff for me,” Troy whined, throwing a glare over his shoulder. More obviously, he flipped to the next page and Jeff watched as his eyes widened to a comical extent. “Whoa!” he croaked and dropped the magazine to the table as if it had burned him.

“What?” Jeff asked.

As quickly as he had dropped it, Troy picked the magazine up again and brought it up closer to his face. Britta leaned over his shoulder and her eyes widened too before sputtering wordlessly for a moment.

“Guys, this is a lot of fun and everything…” Jeff smirked as he loaded his Twitter feed to update.

Abed leaned over to look at the magazine as well, his head cocked to the side in concentration. “That looks a lot like-”

“Annie!” Britta cried, sending a glare to the young brunette across the room. Jeff’s head snapped up from his phone to look at Annie, who was turning progressively redder with each passing second. “What are you doing in here?”

“Troy pointed toward the magazine. “It looks like she‘s laying on a-” He was cut off by a slap to the back of his head, courtesy of Britta.

There was a lot of movement in the next few seconds. Annie rose from her seat indignantly as Pierce tipped over his own chair in his zeal to get to the magazine. Shirley stood then determinedly and Jeff moved quickly in case he had to get between the mad black woman and the half-naked woman that was invading her group study time. They stood like that, Annie on one side of the table and everyone else bunched behind Troy, all staring at the glossy page she was spread across. Jeff caught just a glimpse and felt his face heat up for a moment before he averted his eyes nervously and cleared his throat. He moved away slightly, ending up somewhere behind Abed instead.

“Oh, Annie.” Shirley shook her head sadly.

Abed gave Annie a curious look. “When did you pose for these?” Annie had covered her face with her hands, clearly embarrassed by the turn of events.

“And more importantly, why didn’t you give us a heads up that you were going to be in here?” Troy asked, his eyes glazed over. “Do you still have these shoes?” This time, it was Shirley who smacked him. Jeff watched Annie from across the table, taking in her completely defeated posture, the tears that were starting to form in her eyes.

“Guys,” he stated as he reached across the group to deftly grab the magazine from Troy’s hands. “I don’t think it matters why she did it.” There was a cry of befuddlement and protest as he easily walked around the table and handed the now-closed magazine to a grateful Annie. “Maybe it’s none of our business.”

“Yeah,” Britta scoffed. “Like you really don’t want to know how she ended up in her underwear in a magazine.”

Jeff shrugged as he dropped into his own seat, feigning boredom. “I don’t.”

Everyone took their seats again and Jeff looked around the table to see everyone else looking intently toward Annie. He sighed. “Okay, fine.” Annie shot him a glare and he shrugged.

“Annie,” Shirley started in a consoling voice. “I just don’t understand what would possess you to do this kind of thing. You’ve always seemed like such a nice girl.”

“Well, maybe that’s why I did it,” Annie spit out before clapping a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

Jeff shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Uh, what?”

Annie visibly deflated and Jeff felt his jaw tighten. “Look, I just…” She sighed. “It was like nine months ago. There had been posters up around town advertising that ‘Maxim’ was coming to Denver to look for college age girls to do their ‘Campus Cutie’ issue and I was having a bad week and I just…” She dropped her face dejectedly. “I just wanted to see if I could, I guess?”

“Oh Annie,” Britta cooed. “You have to know that you didn’t need to do this, don’t you? You have so much value just as you are.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know Britta.” Jeff bit back a smirk. “It was just, I don’t know…I wanted to prove to… myself that I could be attractive? To…someone?”

“Can I have my magazine back now?” Troy asked.

“No,” came the answer in unison from Annie, Shirley and Jeff. Britta looked over at him suspiciously and Jeff cleared his throat before picking up his phone again.

“It was fun,” Annie defended. “I got to get all glammed up and had people waiting on me…” She trailed off with a shrug. “And then the issue came out and I wasn’t in it, so I figured that they had decided I wasn’t ‘cutie’ enough.” She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. “I didn’t think they would just hold onto them and use them later.”

“They probably had you signed a release?” Jeff asked and waited for her to nod, rubbing his forehead to stave off the impending headache. “They can use them as often as they want to now.” He glanced over at Annie and met her astonished face with a nod. “They can technically put that picture or any others on buses if they want to.”

“Well, it wasn’t that good,” Annie chuckled self-consciously. She turned to Jeff. “Was it?”

Jeff froze, his chest tightening. “I didn’t really see it.”

“I did,” Pierce announced before winking at Annie. “It was.”

Annie wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Ew.”

Jeff grimaced. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Pierce, try to keep the creepiness to a minimum.”

“Guys,” Annie stated as primly as she could under the circumstances. “I really didn’t expect you…any of you to see it.”

“Then you probably shouldn’t have taken off your clothes in the men’s magazine with one of the largest circulations in the country,” Jeff noted with narrowed eyes.

Annie rolled her eyes. “Now that it’s all out in the open, can we please get to studying?” Everyone looked around the table before each of them opened their books in silence.

“Annie,” Shirley said after a beat. “It is going to be really hard to get you into heaven now.”

“Forget heaven,” Britta piped up. “You will never get to be president with these pictures out there.”

Jeff cleared his throat. “So, we’re not dropping this then?” He glanced across the table to Pierce, who was staring unblinkingly at Annie now. “Pierce, you have got to stop that.”

Annie stood abruptly, slinging her back pack over her shoulder. “Okay, I can see that you guys are not going to let this go.” She sighed. “But I just don’t want to talk about it right now.” Without another word, she stalked out of the room.

“She still has my magazine,” Troy announced before rising to follow her. Everyone else sat in the silence. Jeff felt his phone vibrate and picked it up. Pierce had just updated his Twitter account.

“Pierce!” Jeff yelled, glaring at the older man. “Did you really need to tweet about this? Annie is going to kill you.”

“I just don’t get it,” Britta noted sadly. “Annie is so much better than showing off her body like this. It’s such a disappointment.”

Shirley nodded solemnly. “We are going to need to pray for that girl.”

“Guys,” Jeff said in an exasperated tone. “She must have had a reason for doing it, just leave it alone.”

Abed raised one finger into the air. “Logically speaking, when a character like Annie does something like this is it to exact some sort of revenge on someone.”

“Who would Annie want revenge against?” Shirley asked, her eyes wide. Britta’s eyes slid over to Jeff, an accusing expression on her face.

He stood, gathering his books. “Abed, Annie is not a character. She’s a real person. Pierce, delete that tweet or I will hire someone to infiltrate your wet wipe company and take you down.“ He stopped to take a breath. “Now, it’s pretty clear we’re not actually going to accomplish anything here, so I’m going to go home and spend time with Chang.” Shirley’s eyes widened. “That’s right, that’s how badly I want to leave this room.”

Jeff turned and strode to his car, ignoring a lilting call from the dean along the way. He was safely in his car before he allowed the air out of his lungs. His fingers wrapped around the gear shift and it wasn’t until then that Jeff even realized his hand was shaking. At that moment, in his apartment sitting on his coffee table under a stack of bills he was going to ignore was his own copy of ‘Maxim’ that he hadn’t looked at yet.

And now he couldn’t.

If he worked hard enough at it, Jeff could maybe figure out a way to really get angry at Annie about this whole thing. How could she ruin something as sacred as ‘Maxim’ for him? He wasn’t going to be able to look at it, that was for sure. He knew his brain well enough to know that he couldn’t look at her in her underwear and then sit next to her in the study room as if he didn’t know what she looked like in her underwear. Somehow, all the cool that he worked so hard at all the time was leaking out of him and getting all over his leather seats. Without knowing where he was going, Jeff found himself in a grocery store parking lot. He knew that going inside would delay the inevitable trip home. To where the magazine was. He climbed out of the car and walked inside with conviction, pushing a cart in front of him down the aisles. Mindlessly, he began throwing things into the cart.

It wasn’t as if he was surprised by the fact that she was an attractive woman. He had eyes in his head. Hell, he’d kissed her before. He’d had his hands on her body. Shaking his head, Jeff broke off that chain of thought. It was one that could get awkward while he was standing in the produce section surrounded by soccer moms. He wandered to the checkout stand and was suddenly face to face with the cover of ‘Maxim’. It had a piece of black plastic concealing the article titles on the cover. He averted his eyes, instead focusing on the ‘Us Weekly’.

After he had bought forty dollars worth of crap he didn’t need, Jeff carried his bags back to his Lexus and climbed in. Resigning himself to the fact that he couldn’t put off going home any longer, he finally drove home and walked up the stairs with his grocery bags. When he opened the door, he was met by the sight of Chang sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table and thumbing through ‘Maxim’.

“Put that down,” Jeff barked as he made his way to the kitchen. “And what have I said about wearing my bathrobe?” He lifted the plastic bags onto the kitchen counter. A moment later, Ben wandered in to the kitchen, the magazine still clutched in his hand.

“I’ve been thinking about getting my own robe anyway,” he stated as he started to look through the bags. “This one is like a foot too long for me.”

“Or you could just move out,” Jeff offered as he actually took note of what he had bought. He pulled out a jar of Nutella, a box of Cap’n Crunch, Fruit Roll Ups and a jug of chocolate milk. He shook his head at the items.

“You know you would miss me,” Chang announced before glancing up at Jeff. “Why did you buy this stuff? Are you high?”

“No,” Jeff insisted curtly. “I’m just…distracted.”

“I’ve got a cure for that,” Ben said as he shook the magazine toward him in the air. “Hot college girls taking their clothes off.”

Jeff grabbed it out of his hand with an aggravated sigh. “Would you stop touching my things?”

“Chill, amigo.” Ben raised his hands in defense. “I’ve got a load of whites to get out the washer anyway.” He turned and walked toward the front door.

“You’re going to go down to the laundry room in my bathrobe?” Jeff called after him.

“Please,” Chang scoffed. “I’ve got a pair of your boxers on underneath it.”

“Oh my god,” Jeff moaned as the door closed. He closed his eyes tightly and dropped the magazine onto the counter next to the food he had no intention of ever eating. His eyes stayed on it for a long moment, as if he expected it to jump up and attack him. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked into the living room, pointedly ignoring the ‘Maxim’ that taunted him from the kitchen. He flopped onto the couch and flipped on the television, settling on a rerun of ‘Everybody Loves Raymond’. He was sure there was something wacky happening, but he couldn’t concentrate on it at all. The idea of the magazine sitting in the next room waiting for him was driving him nuts. He couldn’t look at it, he wouldn’t do that to Annie. He respected her apparently, because he couldn’t find any other reason for that decision. On screen, Peter Boyle said something that the audience thought was funny and Jeff took a long pull from his bottle. His leg jiggled. He changed the channel to a rerun of ‘Man Vs. Food’ and then to an episode of ‘Frasier’ from about fifteen years ago. His jaw tensed and he glanced over his shoulder toward the kitchen. He shook his head in frustration and turned up the volume on the television. He started to jiggle his leg again. Finally giving up on the television, Jeff stood and began to pace the length of the living room, taking another long drink from his beer bottle. He walked to the kitchen and stared at it. He reached for it before instead grabbing the box of cereal. It ripped open with a lot of force, tearing the cardboard slightly. When he had worked his way into the plastic bag, he pulled out a handful of Cap’n Crunch and shoveled it into his mouth. He chewed aggressively on the sugary cereal before picking up the magazine. He finished his beer and carried the magazine back to the couch, locking the front door on the way. It dropped to the coffee table in front of him and he stared at it longer before rising to pace the room again. Just as quickly as he’d stood, he sat again and picked the magazine up. Without even really looking at what was on the pages, Jeff started leafing through it quickly. He didn’t really know what he was looking for, but he knew about how far into it she was. Not that he was looking for her necessarily.

Although she was the one who had made the decision to do this. Why should he be punished for it? He wasn’t a bad guy or a pervert for looking at it. He was just one of the millions of men all over the country who was going to see her in next to nothing. It wasn’t as if-

He stopped dead, his jaw dropping slightly. There she was, staring seductively back at him. She was draped across a chaise lounge on her stomach, feet pressing against the back rest behind her. She was wearing what would charitably be called a dress, he supposed. Jeff swallowed and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He was aware of Annie‘s attractiveness, but tried really hard not to think about it. She was young, too young and it was too easy for him to forget that when it wasn’t a conscious decision not to. But, with it there right in his face, it was impossible not to face it.

Annie was… sexy. He felt himself getting turned on and closed the magazine, stuffing it between the cushions of the couch.

Across the room, the knob turned but didn’t open. “Oh, not cool man.” Jeff looked up at the closed door. “You wait until I leave the apartment and then lock me out? Worst roommate ever!” Jeff rolled his eyes and went to the door to open it. “Hey buddy!” Chang greeted him. Jeff didn’t acknowledge him. He merely walked back to the couch and pulled the magazine out, stuffing it into his jacket before turning to leave the apartment. “Hey,” Ben called after him. “Do you have dibs on that jar of chocolate stuff?”

Jeff turned to face him. “Eat whatever you want. But stay out of my room, out of my clothes and off my computer. I don’t want you to download another virus thinking it’s a porn video.”

“It was supposed to be red-headed Asian twins!” Chang yelled as Jeff pulled the door closed behind him loudly.

He was agitated, feeling suddenly full of energy. He could go to the gym and run it off, but against his better judgment, Jeff found his car driving in a different direction. After he parked, he entered the building without trying to put too much thought into it. He took the stairs two at a time. Before he even had time to really think about his motives or question whether it was appropriate for him to be there, he knocked on her door loudly. Ten seconds later Annie answered the door, sweaty and out of breath. Jeff closed his eye at the sight and leaned against the doorjamb with one arm extended.

“Jeff!” Annie squeaked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Is this how you always answer the door?” he asked instead of answering. His eyes roamed her form quickly before coming back up to her face. She was dressed in a tiny pair of workout shorts and a form-fitting tank top. Her hair was piled messily on top of her head. She smelled like sweat. It was fantastic.

He was a bad, bad man.

“No,” Annie answered with a roll of her eyes. “I just thought you were Charlie.” Jeff’s eyebrows rose and he felt something in his stomach tighten. “From downstairs.”

“So,” Jeff leaned in slightly. “You only dress like this for the guy who works in the rubber dick store downstairs.”

“Jeff!” Annie admonished, wiping sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand. “Charlie is the woman who works down in the bakery next door.” Jeff snapped his mouth shut and leaned away from her again. “We sometimes do pilates together.” She opened the door more fully to show him the program paused on her television screen. He smiled apologetically. “So,” Annie wiped at the sweat trickling down her neck and Jeff licked his lips unconsciously. “What are you doing here?”

Jeff pulled the magazine out of his jacket without letting himself think about it. “This,” he said and Annie’s eyes widened. “What is this?” Before he could even stop himself from saying it, he blurted out the next sentence. “Was it about me?”

“What do you mean?” Annie asked with wide eyes, feigning ignorance.

“Annie,” Jeff growled.

She pointed at the magazine, her brow knit as she opened the door wider to allow him inside. “Did you get a copy?”

“No.” Jeff ambled toward her slowly. His stomach jumped at the look on her face and he chastised himself for getting so worked up over this girl-no, woman in front of him. “Annie,” he paused and waited for her to meet his eye. “I need to know why you posed for this magazine.” He watched as her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t look away from him.

“Jeff,” she whispered and he stepped closer to her.

“Was it because of me?” he asked again, moving into her personal space. She nodded up at him and Jeff blew all of the air out of his lungs. “Annie…”

“It was a long time ago though,” Annie shrugged and stepped backward. “It was just a bad time.” She crossed her arms over her chest and Jeff gave himself a mental pat on the back for not looking down at her cleavage. “I mean, call me crazy but around the time that you were making out with Britta in the student lounge, I just felt the need to prove to myself that I could be…desirable.”

Jeff felt a throbbing in his temples and tried to swallow down the feeling that was rising in his chest. He didn’t succeed, and instead threw the magazine against her wall with so much force it made her jump. “Damnit, Annie!”

“Jeff, I’m sorry if you feel weird about this and are mad at me-”

“Mad at you?” Jeff cut her off, his voice quietly intense. He stepped into her personal space again, forcing Annie to look up at him and Jeff‘s mind flashed back to a lost pen and a group strip search. “You think I’m mad at you?”

Annie‘s expression was one of worry. “I…don’t know.”

“Annie,” he growled.

“I mean, it isn’t like I still blame you or anything. I really don’t want you to be mad at me,” she finished quietly.

He had her pressed against the wall before he could even think about it. His large hand landed on her ribcage, just under her breast and he felt as well as heard her gasp softly before his mouth landed on hers. She didn’t respond at first and Jeff felt a wave of anxiety flood him. But a moment later, she sighed into his mouth and started to kiss him back with abandon. Her hands came up to wrap around his neck and pulled him down to her even more. Jeff unthinkingly wrapped one strong arm around her bare midriff and hauled her up against him. She moaned as he broke away from her, moving his mouth down her neck. She tasted sweet and salty and perfect and he let his tongue slip out of his mouth to lick the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Annie shuddered in his arms and Jeff reached down and placed his hands on her ass, hoisting her up closer to his mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding herself against him before grabbing two handfuls of his hair and tugging hard. Jeff groaned out, but lifted his mouth to hers again. Blindly, he stumbled backward and fell over the arm of her couch onto the cushions.

“Jeff,” Annie whimpered as their lips broke apart.

Jeff winced at the uncomfortable angle they were laying at. He blindly reached to the side and gave her coffee table a hard shove before rolling them to the floor. Annie’s head hit the floor forcefully and she cried out in pain. “Oh God, are you okay?” he panted, getting onto his hands and knees. Annie nodded emphatically, reaching for him again. She pulled him down on top of her with a strength that surprised Jeff. He landed awkwardly on top of her and Annie wasted no time in wrapping her legs around him again. Jeff hardened even further at the feel and smell of her surrounding him. Her hand landed on his waist and quickly unbuckled his belt and a moment later, her fingers were on his underwear and then, on him. He inhaled sharply through his nose. “Annie,” he groaned out and felt her smile against his neck, where she was peppering kisses. She wrapped her hand around him tightly and Jeff surged forward before he could stop himself. Belatedly, he realized that he should be working much harder at getting the woman underneath him naked. He pushed the tank top up her stomach and Annie arched into him to make it easier for Jeff to get it off. She raised her arms over her head and he pulled it off of her quickly, leaving her topless underneath him. He wasted no time in cupping one of her breasts gently and brushing his thumb across it as he lowered his mouth to the other one.

“Jeff,” Annie whispered desperately, winding her fingers into his hair again and Jeff’s caveman-like male pride roared in his chest. He licked his way around the nipple before blowing air over it. She arched into him again and Jeff pulled his shirt off and threw it behind him. Annie began to wriggle underneath him and he realized that she was hurriedly shimmying out of her shorts. Jeff pulled away far enough to watch her undress herself, his eyes drinking in the sight of her without having to feel bad about it. Or at least he didn’t think he had to. He was trying not to put too much thought into it. When she finally had pulled the fabric free of herself, she paused and looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Jeff let out a groan from low in his throat. She was…

“Beautiful,” he murmured. Annie whimpered in response and tossed her head to the side. Jeff placed one index finger at the base of her throat and slowly drew a line down the center of her body, watching her reaction carefully. He slid it between her breasts and across her soft stomach before venturing lower still until he was finally gently pressing his fingertip into her wetness. Annie cried out, her eyes widening in his direction. He pressed himself against her, unable to help it. Jeff hadn’t felt this out of control for a woman in a very long time. He dropped his mouth to wrap his lips around the other nipple and sucked lightly.

“Jeff,” Annie called out and a moment later he felt her frantically trying to tug his jeans off. He kissed his way appreciatively down her still sweaty torso as her small hands struggled with his pants. When he reached her belly button, he abandoned her body and assisted her in getting his jeans off and tossed to the side. Annie reached for his underwear, but Jeff grabbed her hand and pushed it away. Instead, Annie took advantage of where she was and latched onto one of his nipples. Jeff felt his brain short-circuit and he called her name hoarsely. Getting into that was a slippery slope and he was in, for all intents and purposes, a time sensitive situation. He pushed her back down onto her back before going back to work with his lips against her flesh. He wasted no time before sinking a finger into her and felt her muscles tense around him. Annie let out a squeak. She was so tight, almost unbearably so. He groaned and pumped into her again. Annie brought her hips up toward him and Jeff bit his lip painfully. Being inside of her was going to be fucking amazing, and he found those filthy words tumbling from his mouth as he nipped at the soft skin of her stomach and pumped in earnest. She tightened around him and he groaned again before extracting his finger from her. Then, waiting until he had her attention, Jeff slipped the digit into his mouth. The taste electrified his tongue and he licked his finger clean to the sound of Annie crying out loudly under him. “Jeff, please.” She was reaching blindly for the waistband of his boxer briefs, but Jeff wasn’t going to give in just yet.

“No,” he answered easily. It had started unexpectedly, but now that they were mostly naked on her living room floor, Jeff had every intention of making her an unintelligible quaking puddle. He met her wide innocent eyes and he murmured to her in a low voice. “First, I’m going to…” He trailed off as he lowered his face toward her stomach. Instead of moaning in anticipation, Annie tensed and pulled him up and away from where he was headed.

“You don’t have to…” she muttered nervously.

Jeff sat up and stared at her for a long moment. “What?”

Annie sat up awkwardly, curling up on herself. “I…” She buried her face in her hands. “I’ve never had anybody do…that.” Her voice was muffled and it took Jeff a second to realize what she had said. What would be mood killing from anyone else was just another endearing Annie moment. “Oh god, I just killed the mood so badly.”

Jeff pressed her back against the floor and crawled between her waiting thighs. He pressed himself against her and Annie groaned. “You really didn’t.” He leaned down and sucked one nipple back into his mouth before reaching down and working his underwear off. He paid no attention to where they landed, couldn‘t care less. Annie brought a hand up to his stomach and dug her nails in. Jeff hissed before speaking. “Do we need something?”

Annie shook her head. “I’m on the pill,” she answered as she moved her hand lower to brush against him, rocking her hips upward. Jeff sighed before positioning himself at her entrance. Without any other warning, Jeff slid into her quickly and nearly blacked out. Her muscles squeezed him reflexively and they both gasped at the sensation. “Jeff,” Annie called. He stilled, letting each of them adjust to the feeling of him inside of her. After a moment, she began to wriggle her hips against him, urging him to move. Jeff bit his lip and pulled out before sinking into her again. She murmured his name again. He started thinking about hockey and cancer and Pierce to hold off on going embarrassingly soon. They picked up the pace together, moving across the floor a little bit with each thrust he gave. He felt her muscles starting to flutter already and slowed down, bringing her back from the edge.

“Annie,” he said in a low voice. He waited until she was looking up at him with those wide beautiful eyes that he had thought were so innocent. “Tell me this is what you wanted.“ He pushed into her again. She nodded silently. “That wasn’t an answer,” Jeff panted. “When you were posing for that magazine, was this what you were thinking about?” He thrust into her harder.

“Yes!” Annie cried, surging against him. She wrapped her arms around him and let her nails dig into his back as she moved against him in desperation. “God, Jeff.” He felt himself losing control. “This is what I want!” He brought his thumb down to where they met and pressed against her clitoris and she fell apart underneath him. Jeff rode it out, not slowing down his thrusts as she shook with the force of her orgasm.

“Jesus Annie,” Jeff muttered. He shifted his weight so he was more on top of her and buried his face in her neck as he continued to move into her. Annie’s arms moved up to link around his neck and her legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs as she continued to ride him.

“So good,” she murmured into his ear, her hot breath dancing along the side of his neck. Jeff groaned out her name and began pounding into her vigorously. He was so close, he just wanted it to last a little longer. “Oh my god!” Annie yelled and she was coming again, milking his cock in the process.

“Annie!” he groaned as he spilled into her. They stayed that way until they had both stilled completely, breathing hard in the silence. Jeff retreated, wincing at the hiss she made when he pulled out of her. Annie laid there, her chest heaving from the exertion. She sat up and stared at him in surprise.

“Well,” she said in an unsure tone. “That happened.”

Jeff settled against her couch. “Yeah.” He studied her face. “Are you okay?”

Annie blinked at him in surprise. “Am I okay? Yeah.” She crawled over to where he was sitting. “Are you?”

The after-sex euphoria was fading and Jeff found he could actually think somewhat straight. He looked over at her and she gave him a small smile. “Yeah,” he answered. He stared off into space for a beat. “I mean, it helps that that was totally awesome.”

“Right?” Annie enthused. She settled comfortably against his side, resting her head against his arm. He glanced over at her before gently moving his elbow. Annie glanced up at him questioningly.

“I don’t want to sound like a total girl here,” Jeff intoned. “But do we need to talk about this more?”

Annie leaned her head back against the couch and folded her legs indian-style in front of her. “Well, I’m still kind of…fuzzy from the…” She gestured to where they had just been lying and Jeff chuckled. “Do you want to do it again at some point in the future?”

Jeff pretended to think about it for a moment. “Right now, I’m thinking…yes.” Annie laughed before reaching behind them to pull the blanket off of the couch and covering them both. “You’re not that repressed,” he noted.

“Oh sure I am,” Annie replied.

He paused. “That thing, Annie?” Jeff looked down at her with a smirk. “I am going to do that thing.” He leaned closer to her. “To you.”

Annie’s breath caught in her throat and Jeff watched the smile slide onto her face and grinned in return. “Okay.” Then she wrinkled up her face. “Should this be weirder than this?”

Jeff shrugged his shoulders. “I guess not.” He yawned. “This was a way better idea than going to the gym.”

“Am I depraved if all I can think about is doing it again?” Annie asked worriedly.

Jeff scoffed. “With me? It’s expected, babe.” Annie wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Sorry.” He stretched out his legs in front of him and Annie followed suit. “I’m going to need a little time, Annie.”

Annie shook her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push.”

“No,” Jeff corrected. “I mean I’m going to need like thirty minutes to recover.” Annie smiled widely at that. She grabbed the remote and turned on the television before settling against him. After a moment’s hesitation, Jeff carefully put an arm around her shoulders. If Annie noticed, she didn’t mention it and Jeff was grateful. They watched ’Sex And The City’ in companionable silence for several minutes. “Hey,” he spoke up. “With all the nudity you brought to study group today, you probably didn’t hear about Pierce starting his own comic.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “The thing about Prince Albert in a can?”

“No,” Jeff chuckled. “But that sounds equally awesome.”

“So,” Annie said slowly. “I just realized we just had really loud sex above the dildo store.”

“Classy, huh?” Jeff cracked.

“They can hear everything down there,” Annie went on. “Could we maybe …move this back to your place?”

Jeff grimaced. “No chance. Chang is there eating Nutella out of a jar in my underwear.”

“What?” Annie chuckled. “Why?”

“Long story.”