Fic: It's Always Open Season On Princesses Part 22

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Title: It’s Always Open Season On Princesses Part 22
Spoilers: Through S2
Word Count: 5341
Rating:…M…?
Disclaimer: Dan Harmon owns it. The show might end with Abed/Annie babies for all I know.

AN: This one is going out to teruel_a_witch  and midtega ,  but for very different reasons.  Watch out for my flying grey matter. I wouldn’t want to get any on you.


Annie cracked open one dry eye and was met with a blast of too bright sunlight. She squeezed it shut again and groaned. Did her head always weigh this much? Climbing out of bed, Annie half-stumbled toward the bathroom. The bleary-eyed girl who stared back at her didn’t look all that familiar. Her face was still smeared with traces of makeup from the previous night. Her hair, which had looked so romantic, now looked like a realistic approximation of a rat’s nest. She washed her face and brushed her teeth and hair. At least now she looked human-like again, even if she didn’t necessarily feel it yet. She left the bathroom and froze when her eyes landed on the bed.

He was sound asleep, flat on his back. Had he really been there all night? She felt herself blush. Annie stared at him confusedly. She remembered kissing him, but nothing that may have happened after that.  And now he was lying in her bed and at least appeared to be naked. A quick scan of the room revealed his clothes draped over the back of her chair.

What had happened?

Cautiously, Annie climbed onto the bed and edged her way toward him on her knees, tucking her hair behind her ears as she tried to think of a way to wake him up. Should she shake him? Poke him? What was the best way to wake up a naked person who you unexpectedly found in your bed? Annie had no experience with this sort of thing. Ironically, Jeff would know exactly how to handle such a situation.

Finally plucking up her courage, Annie leaned over him and poked him aggressively on the shoulder. Jeff frowned deeply before blinking his eyes open. She watched as he winced and then looked up at her with half-open eyes. “Hi,” he greeted her in a voice still gravelly from sleep.

“Hey,” Annie replied before biting her lip harshly to keep a half dozen questions from urgently shooting out of her mouth.

Jeff regarded her for a moment. “How do you feel?” he asked as he propped himself up on one elbow.

“Little headache, but mostly good.” She winced against the sunlight a moment later and Jeff gave a throaty chuckle before pointing behind her to the aspirin and water glass that sat there. “Oh.” As gracefully as she could, Annie crawled over to the nightstand and lifted the pills to her mouth. They were bitter and chalky and swallowing them down with the room temperature water didn’t help the situation. “Thanks,” she answered belatedly after making a series of faces that left Jeff rolling his eyes at her. “Um…” Annie took another mouthful of water and swished it around before swallowing. “…what exactly happened last night, Jeff?”

His eyes, still mostly cloudy from sleep, opened more widely. “Oh, uh…” His eyebrows met in the middle of his forehead. “What do you remember?”

Annie stilled. She would never forgive herself if she’d had sex with Jeff Winger and was too drunk to even remember it. Was he implying that they had? “Um, I remember coming up here.”

“Do you remember…me coming up here?” he asked slowly, an anxious edge to his voice. She nodded silently. Jeff exhaled.

“And then…” Annie flushed at the memory of how she’d acted.

“You took off all your clothes and attacked me, yeah.” He was nodding now with total sincerity. Annie blushed and dropped her mouth open to protest before realizing Jeff was essentially correct. “How much did you actually drink last night, Annie?”

She furrowed her brow in thought. There had been the one she’d taken from Camilla and the second one she’d been handed by Sergio. After that, she’d grabbed at least two more herself. Hadn’t she? She couldn’t remember right now. Jeff was staring at her and the effect he was having on her even now, head fuzzy and mouth acrid, was distracting. Jeff always prided himself on looking perfectly put together and now he was so wonderfully rumpled. She couldn’t really make her brain engage like it needed to. “Five?” she guessed finally, after realizing that he was going to be expecting an answer from her at some point.

He smirked. “Okay, so at least now we know your limit.”

She had to ask.  It was the worst question in the world and she knew there was no good answer, but Annie needed to ask. “So…what did we do exactly?”

Jeff’s eyes narrowed. “Are you suggesting that you passed out and I did stuff to you anyway?”

A tiny whimper shot up her throat and Annie coughed to cover it up. “No,” she argued. “I just didn’t know if it went farther than what I remembered.”

Jeff sat up more fully. “Winger’s not that desperate, babe.”

Annie frowned. “So…then why are you here?”

The question seemed to surprise him, as if he really didn’t expect to get asked how he had ended up in her bed at least mostly naked after they had clearly not actually had sex. “Annie, you had passed out. I didn’t know if you had alcohol poisoning.”

She gave a short nod. “You were babysitting,” she guessed.

“Basically,” Jeff replied and Annie felt her heart sink in her chest. “If something had happened to you last night, I think it would have not gone over very well with our friends.” She nodded again, more to herself than to him. “I mean, probably even worse than if they knew what we were about to do.”

At that, her eyes locked with his. Jeff raised his eyebrows meaningfully and Annie’s breath became somewhat shallow. “So…you did want to..?” She couldn’t bear to ask.

“Didn’t you?” Jeff asked in response.

She nodded. “Yes,” she confirmed with a whisper.

“Was it just because you were drunk and I looked hot last night?” he asked and she shook her head. “Annie,” Jeff said and then leaned closer to her. “I’m a guy, so in general I always want to.” She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again, he was watching her carefully, working something through in his head. “More specifically, every time you…force me into a glee club or…” He cut off and took a breath, but Annie found she couldn't.  “…use your feminine wiles to get your way with me or… you look at me, I ...want to.”

Before she could think about what she was doing, Annie had flung herself forward and kissed him. He faltered for a moment and a noise of surprise tried to work its way out of his mouth, but then he had sunk his hands into her hair and started to respond. It was crazy and irrational and something that she definitely should not be doing, but Annie couldn’t help herself.

His lips worked almost greedily against hers and Annie found herself throwing a leg over him to straddle Jeff in order to get closer. He immediately bent his legs at the knee, using gravity to force her closer still to him and then his hands were wandering her body and Annie's head got fuzzy again for much different reasons as she felt him respond from underneath her. She felt like her brain was dissolving into nothing. There was no logic in what they were doing. Jeff’s fingers deftly brushed down the sides of her thighs to where her skin was bare and Annie nodded her head, answering a question Jeff hadn’t even asked yet. Without waiting for more of an answer, his large hands traced back up her thighs, this time under the shirt she was currently swimming in. He left a tingle in his wake to all the flesh he caressed.

No.  She needed to stop this.  Any second now she’d pull away and tell him that they had to have a serious talk before anything else could happen.

Or she could…

Annie drug one hand down his bare chest, eliciting a growl from Jeff. She repeated the action and then let her fingertips rest against his firm abdomen. He broke away from her mouth and moved down the side of her neck as Annie attached herself to his earlobe. He shuddered and then tugged at the neckline of her shirt. Jeff made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. He wanted her shirt off.

Jeff Winger wanted to take her shirt off.

It was almost surreal. How many times had she wanted this exact situation? Without another thought, Annie reached down and grasped the hemline of the shirt and tugged upward. “Annie,” Jeff said in a dark warning tone.

Ignoring him completely, she pulled the shirt over her head and threw it to the side before wrapping her arms around his neck and continuing to kiss her way to his shoulder. Jeff’s hands landed on her naked back before slowly edging their way forward to rest against her ribs, his thumbs brushing against the skin so few people had ever touched. Annie felt the rush of something shoot down to where she was settled against him and moaned at the sensation that it created. She sunk her teeth into his shoulder and he groaned. She wriggled slightly against him and whimpered at the feeling of him beneath her.

“Annie,” he ground out slowly, as if the word had been pulled from him against his will.

“Jeff,” she rasped out. “I…I want…”

“We can stop,” he muttered half-heartedly against her throat as he continued to move down her body.

“No,” Annie argued. His hot breath landed on her breast finally and her head lolled backwards. Jeff’s hands were quick, returning to her back to hold her as she leaned away from him to give him better access. “Don’t stop,” she begged softly. When his mouth made contact with her breast, Annie heard a breathy moan fill the room and was surprised to find she  been the one who had made it. She had never heard that noise come out of her own mouth before. Small hands sunk into Jeff’s legitimately mussed hair and held firm as he continued to tease her with his lips and tongue, causing everything to wind up tightly in her stomach. “Jeff,” she repeated again the second before he took one tight nipple into his mouth and sucked gently and then Annie’s brain was shorting out.

God, they never needed to talk again. Annie was sure that if she could keep him right where he was, there would never have to be any dialogue between them. Some tiny urgent thought that she’d been trying to hold onto since she’d climbed on top of him finally fizzled into nothing. Annie arched against him a moment later when he sucked again, now at her other breast. Had they ever really spoken? Had it all just been prelude to where they were now? Annie’s hands slid out of his hair and down his sculpted arms, where she sunk her nails in and received an appreciative hum in response that she felt buzz through her body.

When Jeff pulled away from her now-slick chest, his eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them, maybe darker than she’d ever seen any eyes that were focused on her. Vaughn had always been so gentle, so loving with her. Worshipful even. But Jeff….Jeff’s eyes were full of heat and intensity.

Intensity in him that she’d been the cause of.

That thought shocked Annie more than it should have, given her current position on top of him. If he had looked at Britta with even half this amount of passion in his eyes, how could Annie fault her friend for giving in?

No.

Don’t think about Britta.

Annie leaned forward and met his lips again in an attempt to push away any similar thoughts. One of Jeff’s large hands traced up to cup her face as their tongues battled and Annie felt something inside of her melt almost too quickly.

She definitely didn’t want to stop. What if this was her only chance? Annie broke away from his mouth and pushed him backwards with as much force as she could. His eyes widened before narrowing almost wickedly when he took in her motive. Slowly, she worked her way down his chest, planting little biting kisses along every inch of his sternum.  Wriggling herself backwards as gracefully as she could, Annie let her lips slide against his abdominal muscles.  Jeff’s fingers slid against her scalp as he hummed, sending a vibration through his chest that made Annie’s stomach tighten deliciously. She was causing that, no one else but her. The idea gave her power.  Her fingers dug into his sides, wanting to feel them vibrate, wanting to feel tangible proof of her power over him. When one of her small hands slid over his underwear teasingly, Jeff groaned again. “Jesus, Annie.”

Their eyes met and then he was hauling her back up toward him with almost too much force. She dropped to the mattress next to him and then Jeff was half-rolling on top of her. He kissed her deeply. Annie pulled him more fully on top of her before letting her legs fall open, cradling his hips. The feel of him made her squirm and then Jeff’s palm was landing on her stomach, causing her to still. “Believe me,” he murmured as he pulled away from her mouth. “I am definitely enjoying this.” Annie beamed up at him and grabbed his face to pull him back down to her, but Jeff resisted. “But I think we need to think about slowing this down,” he continued and Annie frowned up at him. “Because much longer and I…might not…”

He didn’t finish his thought, because this time instead of pulling him down, Annie arched upward and kissed him into silence. She raised one of her legs to hook around his hip and pulled Jeff against her more tightly. “I don’t want to stop, Jeff.” She tried to speak as clearly as possible, but in the end could still hear the tremble in her voice. He pulled away far enough to study her face and Annie held his gaze in an unwavering fashion. The obvious desire in his eyes was tinged with doubt and without looking away, she fumbled for the hand he still had planted against her naked stomach and pushed it down further to settle against the satin that was covering her.. The feeling of him lightly touching her where she so badly wanted him caused her to shudder against him again. Annie watched him nervously for a moment before he made his decision and was kissing her again.

Had she been thinking only ten minutes ago that she felt terrible? Because for the life of her, Annie couldn’t remember ever having felt better than she did at that second. Jeff pulled away enough to run one thumb between her legs and Annie bucked against him instinctively. “Annie,” he muttered as he moved forward to kiss her neck and then he was working his way down her torso, his stubble leaving a trail of slightly scratched skin. Annie threw her head back against the pillow, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she struggled to sit up in time to watch him strip her bare. He pulled her underwear down her legs almost reverently and tossed them over his shoulder with a wink in her direction. Annie bit her lip, feeling the color flood to her cheeks and Jeff gave her such a suggestive grin that she collapsed back onto the mattress. Then his fingers were back, sliding against slippery flesh more teasingly than she would have liked. She should have felt embarrassed by how clearly turned on he now knew she was, but she couldn’t focus on anything but the wonder of his hands on her body.

“Do you-” Annie broke off to moan when he slipped a fingertip into her. He exhaled slowly. “No, I want…” She gasped and then bit her lip as she tried to press up toward him.

“You trailed off at the end there,” Jeff murmured and Annie could hear the smirk in his voice. His lips moved across her stomach while he waited for her to speak. He pulled his finger out and then pushed it back in again, achingly slow this time. Annie let her cheek fall against the pillowcase and let out a low groan. “That was a good noise,” he noted and she could actually feel his smile against her flesh.

“You,” she bleated out, needing to feel him against her, inside of her already. She met his gaze and inhaled sharply. His eyes were dark and focused. “Please, Jeff.”

Somewhere in the back of the section of her brain that still worked, Annie thought about that plan she’d had for him. She had wanted to make him beg, make him need her as much as she needed him. When this had happened, she’d wanted to torture him and watch his face fill with desire and wrap him around her little finger.

This was a far cry from that.

He twisted his finger and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. Then he was pulling away from her in every sense and the mattress shifted as he climbed off of it. “Jeff?” Annie blinked in question.

“Yeah,” he replied in a voice that was lower than normal. “I needed to get a…” She pushed herself up again and watched as he stripped off his boxer briefs and then found herself staring at him in all of his glory. Well, she had seen him naked before, but this was really different. Jeff held up the condom he’d retrieved and Annie nodded emphatically. He smiled at her then and Annie felt her heart clench. She took a shuddering breath in.

There was a quick staccato noise somewhere behind her and then the door was swinging open. Annie screamed and grabbed the duvet to cover herself as completely as she could before glaring up at the door in shock. “Rich!” she squealed.

His face was ashen, flat. Then his eyes widened. “I’m so sorry, you guys.” Annie whipped her head around to look in Jeff’s direction. He was now crouched on the floor next to the bed, still completely naked and looking angrier than Annie had ever seen him. “I knocked and didn’t…” Rich shook his head. “I’ll just leave you two to…”

“Yeah,” Jeff spit out. “Why don’t you do that, Rich?”

The doctor had backed out of the room as quickly as he’d entered and they were alone again. Annie dropped her head into her hands. “Oh my god,” she muttered. “Oh my god.”

“About that, yeah.” Jeff agreed.

“Oh my god.”

“Relax, Annie.” Her head snapped up to see he’d now put his underwear back on and was standing next to the bed. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” she argued with wide eyes. “How is this okay? We were finally…” She slapped her palm down against the mattress next to her for emphasis and Jeff raised his eyebrows. “And now…” Annie covered her face with her hands again, wishing she had the ability to disappear altogether. She mumbled to Jeff through her hands. “Did you hear him knock?”

“I was a little pre-occupied,” he replied dryly and Annie cringed into her open palms. How would she ever be able to look at Rich again? How would she ever be able to look at Jeff again? “So, why is it that Dr. Rich is just coming into your bedroom unannounced in the morning?” She turned to look at him with narrowed eyes. Was he really still jealous? “Sorry, but the whole thing seems a little strange to me, Annie.”

“We’re friends,” she defended. “We go into each other’s rooms sometimes.”

“Really?” Jeff asked sharply and Annie felt something heat up in her stomach.

“Yes,” she replied acidicly. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Haven’t I made that clear yet, Annie?” Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “I thought we’d already established that you were being friendly with him to make me lose my mind.”

“Not everything is about you,” she argued with a frown, crossing her arms primly over the bedspread that she still had haphazardly tucked around her. She worked to straighten it out, more or less rolling sideways to wrap herself like a burrito.

“I actually have seen it all,” Jeff observed and Annie glared at him.

“Yes, but that was different.” She finally got herself organized. “I am not going to have a fight with you about Rich while I’m naked.”

“Are we fighting about Rich?” he asked.

“Yes,” Annie bit out.

Jeff stared at her for a moment. “Should I put more clothes on then?” he asked as he gestured down to his mostly naked mostly perfect body.

Annie shrugged. “Do whatever you want.” Tucking her hair behind her ears, she looked up at him as evenly as she could. “Rich and I are friends, Sergio and I are friends. No more, no less.” Jeff narrowed his eyes. “And I haven’t been trying to make you jealous with them.”

“What about when you told me you were going to sleep with that Roman stereotype?” Jeff shot back in a strangled tone.

She bit her lip. “Okay… then I was trying to make you jealous.”

“I know,” he stated.

Annie swallowed slowly. There was a fix and she knew what it was. But she had promised Rich. She’d promised him. Biting her lip, she looked up at Jeff. He was watching her, waiting for her to make a decision on whether or not she was going to speak. She licked her lips and made her choice. “Jeff,” she murmured. “Rich is…” She raised her eyebrows meaningfully, hoping that he would just guess. He mirrored her before letting his face fall flat again. “…gay,” Annie finally finished and Jeff reared his head back in disbelief. When his shoulders rolled forward again, a contemplative expression was on his face.

“Really?” he asked in a high-pitched tone.

She nodded slowly. “He and Sergio are…” This time she didn’t have to complete her sentence for him to get the meaning. Jeff’s eyes widened and then he was dropping onto the bed next to her.

“Huh,” he muttered and Annie nodded in agreement.

“You can’t say anything,” Annie rushed to explain. “I promised him I wouldn’t tell.”

Jeff regarded her silently for a moment. “Why did you?”

“Because… I was tired of you thinking that there were any factors getting in our way besides us,” Annie replied as honestly as she could and Jeff gave her a small smile.

“So, as far as mood killers go, that was the worst I’ve ever had,” he noted as he jerked his head toward the door. “And I once had my grandma walk in on me.”

“Jeff,” Annie grimaced. “How is Rich worse than your grandmother?”

“She didn’t know what I was doing,” he explained. “So I didn’t really have to stop.” At that, she finally smacked him on the chest, her fingertips lingering for a moment too long.

“I…don’t have that much experience with this kind of thing,” Annie said slowly. “But that was awful, wasn’t it?” Jeff’s eyes widened. “No, not that part. The ’having someone walk in on you’…part.”

“Not as bad as Camilla would have been,” Jeff cracked and Annie covered her face again. Rich had walked in on her about to have sex with Jeff. If someone had told her a week ago, a day ago that anything close to that could be a possibility, Annie would have laughed at the idea.

“Oh my god,” Annie muttered again.

“It’s seriously not that big of a deal,” Jeff reiterated. “We’ll just lock the door next time.” Annie stilled before inhaling deeply. She looked at him unsurely to find him staring back at her. “What?”

“This…wasn’t just a one time…” She hated how timid her voice sounded to her own ears, but Annie couldn’t help it.

Jeff wrinkled his forehead. “Like there’s a chance that would be okay with you,” he answered. Her eyes searched his and she bit her lip to keep from asking the immediate question that shot to her mouth. “I don’t know,” he replied to her without waiting for her to ask and Annie nodded. “But whatever we’re doing I…want it.”

She hadn’t even realized she was holding her breath in until he stopped talking and she let it all out at once. “Okay,” she agreed softly. It a long way from what she wanted, but much better than what she‘d expected.

And it was more than enough for right now.

“We could do something today,” Annie ventured cautiously after a beat of silence.

Jeff nodded. “Troy really recommended Venice.”

Annie let out a chuckle. “Did he? Do we trust his judgment about this?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t really have any reason not to trust him on his foreign sightseeing taste.” He paused and inclined his head toward her. “Just so we’re clear, we’re not going to…”

“Could you still do it after that?” Annie questioned with wide eyes as she pointed toward the door. “With Rich coming in?”

Jeff groaned. “It would help if you stopped talking about it, you know.”

“Sorry,” she answered with a tiny smile. The silence stretched between them. “I…think I’m going to go shower?” she stated, raising her voice at the end.

Jeff nodded his head. “I think I’m going to sit here for a minute and try not to think about you in the shower.” Annie scooted off the bed as gracefully as she could, smiling pityingly at him. “Maybe I’ll think about…Leonard in the shower.” He paused and then nodded. “Yeah, that will work.”

Annie stepped into the bathroom and shut the door before sinking to the floor, still wrapped in the duvet. Had all of that really just happened? Her legs bent at the knee and she wrapped her arms around them and rocked against the door. She could still feel the stickiness between her thighs and felt herself blush at the thought that Jeff Winger’s fingers had been there not five minutes prior. God, they had almost….

He’d said that they were going to do it again too. Hadn’t he? Suddenly, Annie couldn’t remember exactly what he’d said. Had he said that or just implied that he wanted to repeat what they’d done, or at least almost done?

She rose from the floor and dropped the blanket before stepping over to the shower and turning it on. Annie had been trying too hard for too long to not be in love with him. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that he had faults, probably too many to even keep track of, but there was something simultaneously strong and wounded about him that inexplicably endeared him to her. He was a long way off from what she’d always pictured as her ideal man, but soccer-playing Andrews were a vague idea of perfection. Jeff had been an accident, a detour on the way to her second chance at a happily ever after with Troy. He was never supposed to be anything more than a too-short kiss in front of an auditorium full of strangers. How had it happened that Annie couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else now, faults and all?

Lathering up her hair and body, Annie tried not to think about the fact that she was washing Jeff’s saliva off parts of her. She didn’t succeed. She was trying too hard at not getting too excited about any of it.

Ever since she’d been a little girl, Annie had always had a habit of setting herself up for disappointment in one way or another. She would always get too excited about things like birthday parties or visiting family only to be let down. There was every reason to believe that whatever she and Jeff were about to do, or had been doing since they’d met, was going to end less than perfectly.   But was that any real reason not to do it anyway? Would she have ignored her sixth birthday knowing it would end with spilled paint and tears?

No.

She was ready for whatever they were doing. Jeff wanted her, he’d said so. She didn’t want to play any more games. And wherever they were going, they were going there together. It was a better offer than Annie had ever gotten before.

The tiled floor was cold underneath her wet feet when she climbed back out and the mirror was completely fogged over. Annie half-heartedly dried her hair with a towel before making her way back to the bedroom. Carefully cracking the door open just in case, she found her room empty again and relaxed before entering.

Venice.

Jeff Winger was taking her to Venice for the day.

After getting ready, Annie slipped out of her bedroom and paused in the hallway. She hadn’t set foot in Jeff’s room in the time he’d been in Italy. Somehow, he’d ended up in her room plenty. Stealing herself, she stepped forward and knocked on the door. She got no response. Instead of turning and going down the stairs, Annie bit her lip and opened the door.

He was nowhere to be seen, but Annie could hear the shower running. He hadn’t even closed the bathroom door. The idea that she could walk over there and see him without having to even try made her face heat up. He might not even mind. No, she could not do that. He was making her think in ways she’d never considered before. Annie was not the type of girl who peeked at men while they were showering.

When they played pool naked in front of the entire student body, they were fair game though.

Annie bit her lip. She needed to leave the room soon, before the shower shut off and wet naked Jeff was suddenly in front of her. When she’d finally talked herself into moving her feet again, Annie turned and her eyes landed on Jeff’s dresser. His precious phone, his usual lifeline, lay there completely forgotten. It had made Annie preen slightly all week to not see him typing on it incessantly. Maybe his battery had died? She reached out and lifted it to check.

No, it was working fine. He’d just been ignoring it in favor of her.

Or at least doing a better job of pretending he was ignoring it in front of her.

When she dropped it back onto the dresser, Annie noticed a thick sheaf of paper lying next to it. She picked it up curiously. She knew Jeff was doing some consulting work for his old law firm, but would he really have brought something along to Italy with him? Her eyes scanned the top line of the first page and her mouth dropped open in shock.

June 4, 2011-

For value received, the Jeff Winger (hereinafter known as the Payee) agrees to pay the amount of Ten Thousand Dollars ($10,000) to Pierce Hawthorne (hereinafter known as the Holder) by the-

The shower shut off in the next room and Annie left the room hastily, contract still grasped in her trembling hands. She had no idea what to think about what she was holding. It was none of her business, right? She should wait until he left the room and slip it back onto his dresser. He might not even notice it was missing. But why the hell did Jeff owe Pierce ten thousand dollars? That wasn’t a loan for a glass of scotch or even a bottle of scotch. Keeping her head down, Annie walked resolutely back into her room and closed the door.

She’d just read it once and then she’d put it back.

It couldn’t be that bad anyway.