Twelve Days - December 13 - Jeff/Annie
Title: It Had To Be You
Challenge: The Twelve Days of Christmas!
Prompt: Community, Jeff/Annie, mistletoe.
For: firthgal
Word Count: 360
Rating: PG
Summary: They're standing under mistletoe.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
They're standing under mistletoe.
There are plenty of solutions to this, of course, but Jeff and Annie are choosing to ignore what's hanging above them. Because, after all, mistletoe doesn't *obligate* anyone to do anything. Or anyone to think of anything, or consider anyone else's mouth. She, in fact, isn't focusing her eyes on his mouth for any of the moments they stay in uncomfortable silence. And when his gaze is briefly directed at her lips, it doesn't affect her in the slightest.
They're past whatever it was that drew them together, at least in a romantic sense. He's still her friend, obviously. He's her friend.
Annie exhales, and it comes out like an annoyed, petulant squeak. Her eyes widen at the thought of how such a noise could be interpreted. "I'm not upset that you haven't kissed me." In the second immediately after she declares this, it hits her how saying something like that creates the exact opposite impression. "That was not a hint that you should kiss me."
Jeff nods slowly. "Yeah. This isn't awkward."
The silence takes over again. Annie decides the best plan would be to walk away and remember what spot she's currently standing in so she knows to avoid it for the rest of the party.
"I was serious," she says before she starts to take a step. "I don't want you to kiss me."
"I believe you."
He sounds pretty sincere, especially for him.
She relaxes (very) slightly. "Good."
He exhales. "You know what? This is ridiculous."
"I *completely* agree--"
He leans down, his lips connecting with her cheek. She reaches up, letting her hand rest on his arm. If he lingers too long -- and he doesn't, she is certain of it -- it goes unnoticed by Annie.
"Well," Annie says. "That's out of the way."
"Right. No big deal."
"Precisely."
She notices that she's still touching him, and quickly pulls her hand away.
Crisis averted.
*
Later, outside:
He's got his hands on her hips and his mouth on hers. In the back of Annie's mind -- the part of her that's rational about Jeff Winger -- this registers as a bad idea, registers as something she doesn't want because that girlish crush on him is over.
The rest of her keeps kissing him back.
END
Challenge: The Twelve Days of Christmas!
Prompt: Community, Jeff/Annie, mistletoe.
For: firthgal
Word Count: 360
Rating: PG
Summary: They're standing under mistletoe.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
They're standing under mistletoe.
There are plenty of solutions to this, of course, but Jeff and Annie are choosing to ignore what's hanging above them. Because, after all, mistletoe doesn't *obligate* anyone to do anything. Or anyone to think of anything, or consider anyone else's mouth. She, in fact, isn't focusing her eyes on his mouth for any of the moments they stay in uncomfortable silence. And when his gaze is briefly directed at her lips, it doesn't affect her in the slightest.
They're past whatever it was that drew them together, at least in a romantic sense. He's still her friend, obviously. He's her friend.
Annie exhales, and it comes out like an annoyed, petulant squeak. Her eyes widen at the thought of how such a noise could be interpreted. "I'm not upset that you haven't kissed me." In the second immediately after she declares this, it hits her how saying something like that creates the exact opposite impression. "That was not a hint that you should kiss me."
Jeff nods slowly. "Yeah. This isn't awkward."
The silence takes over again. Annie decides the best plan would be to walk away and remember what spot she's currently standing in so she knows to avoid it for the rest of the party.
"I was serious," she says before she starts to take a step. "I don't want you to kiss me."
"I believe you."
He sounds pretty sincere, especially for him.
She relaxes (very) slightly. "Good."
He exhales. "You know what? This is ridiculous."
"I *completely* agree--"
He leans down, his lips connecting with her cheek. She reaches up, letting her hand rest on his arm. If he lingers too long -- and he doesn't, she is certain of it -- it goes unnoticed by Annie.
"Well," Annie says. "That's out of the way."
"Right. No big deal."
"Precisely."
She notices that she's still touching him, and quickly pulls her hand away.
Crisis averted.
*
Later, outside:
He's got his hands on her hips and his mouth on hers. In the back of Annie's mind -- the part of her that's rational about Jeff Winger -- this registers as a bad idea, registers as something she doesn't want because that girlish crush on him is over.
The rest of her keeps kissing him back.
END