Opposites (1/?)
Title: Hot and Cold
Author: nicodemusfleur
Fandom/Pairing: Community, Jeff/Annie
Rating: T, because I rate ever fic T...
Summary: Honestly, feeling comfortable in her skin was as easy as breathing when he was looking at her with that look that was all in her head.
A/N: What is this? I wrote a Jeff/Annie fic? And it only took...like a year. Anyhoo, I have zero idea how long this will be, but I know that it will just be a collection of one shots, inspired by 'opposites'. I AM GREEDY FOR REVIEWS. I HAVE NO SHAME IN ASKING FOR THEM. Also, I don't own Community. Thankfully, otherwise the show would come on every six months for five minutes...
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Hot
“Ugh, please get off of me,” Annie groaned, pushing her warm hands against his shoulders.
“That's not exactly the reaction I was going for,” he breathed heavily, rolling to his side, arm still heavy across the underside of her ribs. She turned her eyes towards his, and they both let out an involuntary laugh as if they'd been caught staring across a room.
“It's too hot,” she explained. She felt sticky and sweaty, and not in the fun way.
“It's a good thing you're not wearing any clothes then, huh?” Jeff smirked as his overly warm and overly large hand skimmed up and down her side. Annie let out an embarrassed snort as her cheeks reddening, and not entirely from the heat. She still had a strong urge to pull the sheets up to cover herself, or put on ten sweaters, or a snowsuit, but she was working on it.
Honestly, feeling comfortable in her skin was as easy as breathing when he was looking at her with that look that was all in her head. Like now, for example.
“This is...awesome,” she giggled, running her fingers through his product-less hair causing a deep and contented sigh from him.
“Totally, bro,” Jeff laughed back. Apparently they were at the stage in their relationship where everything was an aphrodisiac, as that was the only logical explanation Annie had for rolling them both over so her body was draped on top of his, lips and tongues fused together.
Totally awesome.
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Cold
“Shirley!” Annie called as she ran down the library steps, delaying slightly when her fast pace caused her to step out of one of her flats. She doubled back as quickly as possible just in time to see Jeff exiting through the doors with her twelve pocket backpack in hand.
Her plan was to get her shoe on and run as fast as possible to catch the other woman, but her hope deflated when she saw Shirley getting into her car across the lawn. Her shoulders fell and she was sure she had full on Disney face.
She didn't register him standing next to her until his elbow bumped her arm.
“I just-- she won't even talk to me,” she managed to say, her voice watery as her tears spilled over.
“C'mere,” he said quietly, slipping his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into his arms. She wasn't sure how long they stood there, but the sun had set and his t-shirt was thoroughly cried on. Her head was still buried in his chest when she cracked her eyes open. She looked down, and jumped out of his arms.
“Jeff! How many times have I told you to not put my backpack on the floor!” She said, picking up the heavy bag and sliding her arms through the straps. “If you do that enough, eventually the bottom will wear down and it will tear!”
“Key word there being eventually - as in, 'Eventually the sun will explode', or 'Eventually M. Night Shyamalan will make a good movie',” he snarked, hands in pockets and being all distractingly handsome. His arms are really great... No! Focus, Annie!
“We're talking about the integrity of my bag-”
“Annie, your bag doesn't have integrity. It's a bag-”
“-not scary movies. Besides, 'The Sixth Sense' was a good movie! Just because you started crying-”
“-for God sake, not a puppy. And 'The Sixth Sense' is NOT a good movie - and I did not cry. I told you, I had allergies!”
“-doesn't make it a bad movie! Allergies my ass!”
“That expression doesn't even make any sense!”
“Your face doesn't make any sense!”
“What?”
“Exactly,” Annie said triumphantly, arms folded and a smug smile on her face. He smiled back. Oh.
“Feeling better?” he asked, walking backwards towards the steps with her following. They sat down next to each other, Annie placing her bag safely on her lap. She was still exhilarated from their...fight? They really needed to invent a word for fighting when it wasn't really fighting. The sadness was creeping back in.
“Shirley will come around,” he said softly, his eyes warm as they met hers. It still unnerved her, seeing Jeff like this. She'd experienced it in small doses over the last couple years; every couple of months, as if to reassure her that yes, there was something more under the self-involved asshole layer. It was a strangely difficult thing to get used to - Jeff Winger trusted her.
She let out a small sigh before sliding her arm beneath his and lacing their fingers together. “But when? It's been a week and she hasn't said a word to either of us. I mean, I expected her to be mad at you but...why doesn't she like me anymore?” She tried to blink the tears away, but they were relentless.
“Annie, she doesn't not like you anymore, she's just-”
“She's being an idiot!” Annie snapped.
Jeff nodded a bit, obviously amused at her outburst. “Well, yeah. But I was going to say that she's just worried about you.”
“Why can't she worry in a nice way?! Why does she have to be so mean about it?! I didn't do anything to her, but she's just...I'm so, so happy, and she's ruining it!” She plopped her head down on his shoulder. Why don't you just stomp your foot while your at it?
They were quiet for a while and Jeff seemed to be occupying himself by playing piano on her fingers.
“I just hoped that it would be...I don't know, easy or something,” she whispered.
“Have you met our friends?”
“I know, but I still hoped they wouldn't make it into a big thing. It took long enough to convince you to be okay with us, I don't want to wait two more years for them to be okay with it.”
“It'd probably take longer for them - you can't seduce them,” Jeff smirked, and she gave him a half-hearted hit on the chest.
“Your gross.”
“Oh please, you love it.”
“Shut up.”
Annie's sure he wouldn't have listened, but her mouth was over his and she never found out.
Author: nicodemusfleur
Fandom/Pairing: Community, Jeff/Annie
Rating: T, because I rate ever fic T...
Summary: Honestly, feeling comfortable in her skin was as easy as breathing when he was looking at her with that look that was all in her head.
A/N: What is this? I wrote a Jeff/Annie fic? And it only took...like a year. Anyhoo, I have zero idea how long this will be, but I know that it will just be a collection of one shots, inspired by 'opposites'. I AM GREEDY FOR REVIEWS. I HAVE NO SHAME IN ASKING FOR THEM. Also, I don't own Community. Thankfully, otherwise the show would come on every six months for five minutes...
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Hot
“Ugh, please get off of me,” Annie groaned, pushing her warm hands against his shoulders.
“That's not exactly the reaction I was going for,” he breathed heavily, rolling to his side, arm still heavy across the underside of her ribs. She turned her eyes towards his, and they both let out an involuntary laugh as if they'd been caught staring across a room.
“It's too hot,” she explained. She felt sticky and sweaty, and not in the fun way.
“It's a good thing you're not wearing any clothes then, huh?” Jeff smirked as his overly warm and overly large hand skimmed up and down her side. Annie let out an embarrassed snort as her cheeks reddening, and not entirely from the heat. She still had a strong urge to pull the sheets up to cover herself, or put on ten sweaters, or a snowsuit, but she was working on it.
Honestly, feeling comfortable in her skin was as easy as breathing when he was looking at her with that look that was all in her head. Like now, for example.
“This is...awesome,” she giggled, running her fingers through his product-less hair causing a deep and contented sigh from him.
“Totally, bro,” Jeff laughed back. Apparently they were at the stage in their relationship where everything was an aphrodisiac, as that was the only logical explanation Annie had for rolling them both over so her body was draped on top of his, lips and tongues fused together.
Totally awesome.
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Cold
“Shirley!” Annie called as she ran down the library steps, delaying slightly when her fast pace caused her to step out of one of her flats. She doubled back as quickly as possible just in time to see Jeff exiting through the doors with her twelve pocket backpack in hand.
Her plan was to get her shoe on and run as fast as possible to catch the other woman, but her hope deflated when she saw Shirley getting into her car across the lawn. Her shoulders fell and she was sure she had full on Disney face.
She didn't register him standing next to her until his elbow bumped her arm.
“I just-- she won't even talk to me,” she managed to say, her voice watery as her tears spilled over.
“C'mere,” he said quietly, slipping his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into his arms. She wasn't sure how long they stood there, but the sun had set and his t-shirt was thoroughly cried on. Her head was still buried in his chest when she cracked her eyes open. She looked down, and jumped out of his arms.
“Jeff! How many times have I told you to not put my backpack on the floor!” She said, picking up the heavy bag and sliding her arms through the straps. “If you do that enough, eventually the bottom will wear down and it will tear!”
“Key word there being eventually - as in, 'Eventually the sun will explode', or 'Eventually M. Night Shyamalan will make a good movie',” he snarked, hands in pockets and being all distractingly handsome. His arms are really great... No! Focus, Annie!
“We're talking about the integrity of my bag-”
“Annie, your bag doesn't have integrity. It's a bag-”
“-not scary movies. Besides, 'The Sixth Sense' was a good movie! Just because you started crying-”
“-for God sake, not a puppy. And 'The Sixth Sense' is NOT a good movie - and I did not cry. I told you, I had allergies!”
“-doesn't make it a bad movie! Allergies my ass!”
“That expression doesn't even make any sense!”
“Your face doesn't make any sense!”
“What?”
“Exactly,” Annie said triumphantly, arms folded and a smug smile on her face. He smiled back. Oh.
“Feeling better?” he asked, walking backwards towards the steps with her following. They sat down next to each other, Annie placing her bag safely on her lap. She was still exhilarated from their...fight? They really needed to invent a word for fighting when it wasn't really fighting. The sadness was creeping back in.
“Shirley will come around,” he said softly, his eyes warm as they met hers. It still unnerved her, seeing Jeff like this. She'd experienced it in small doses over the last couple years; every couple of months, as if to reassure her that yes, there was something more under the self-involved asshole layer. It was a strangely difficult thing to get used to - Jeff Winger trusted her.
She let out a small sigh before sliding her arm beneath his and lacing their fingers together. “But when? It's been a week and she hasn't said a word to either of us. I mean, I expected her to be mad at you but...why doesn't she like me anymore?” She tried to blink the tears away, but they were relentless.
“Annie, she doesn't not like you anymore, she's just-”
“She's being an idiot!” Annie snapped.
Jeff nodded a bit, obviously amused at her outburst. “Well, yeah. But I was going to say that she's just worried about you.”
“Why can't she worry in a nice way?! Why does she have to be so mean about it?! I didn't do anything to her, but she's just...I'm so, so happy, and she's ruining it!” She plopped her head down on his shoulder. Why don't you just stomp your foot while your at it?
They were quiet for a while and Jeff seemed to be occupying himself by playing piano on her fingers.
“I just hoped that it would be...I don't know, easy or something,” she whispered.
“Have you met our friends?”
“I know, but I still hoped they wouldn't make it into a big thing. It took long enough to convince you to be okay with us, I don't want to wait two more years for them to be okay with it.”
“It'd probably take longer for them - you can't seduce them,” Jeff smirked, and she gave him a half-hearted hit on the chest.
“Your gross.”
“Oh please, you love it.”
“Shut up.”
Annie's sure he wouldn't have listened, but her mouth was over his and she never found out.