Disclaimer: Me no own Community. Me stupid.

A/N: Based on a prompt by imbettygrable: 'Defense lawyer Jeff and Prosecutor Annie having hot Lawyer sex'. Okay, so I'm not a Lawyer, nor do I have any knowledge beyond Law & Order episodes, so please ignore any inaccuracies or let me know and I'll see if I can change it! Also, there's little plot here. It's just an excuse for some Jeff/Annie sexy-times, as if we needed one. ;P

Early that morning, Annie takes a minute to study her reflection. Shucking on her suit jacket, she flattens the collar of her lilac blouse before brushing the length of her black pencil skirt and finally checking the shine of her heels with a satisfied nod. She looks good, professional, if she says so herself.

Stealing a glance at the bedside clock, she jolts and squeaks at the time there and runs through the apartment, grabbing the slice of cold toast left on the counter earlier that morning. There's no time for a proper breakfast - definitely not one that will sustain her through till lunch - so she munches on it as she grabs her keys and the stack of files from the table and makes for the door.

She's got an important case today – her first solo at the District Attorney's office – and she doesn't want to be late.

Inside the courtroom forty minutes later, Annie sets the files in a neat pile on the table. Behind her the gallery slowly fills with mindless chatter and muted footsteps, and she feels a little burst of excitement and has to resist the urge to clap and wiggle in her seat. She's heard things about the Defense Attorney – drink problems, drugs, the usual - and even though she's fairly new at this, at least on her own and not shadowing another Prosecutor, she feels quietly confident in her skills.

The thrill of winning sends a zip of energy up her straightened spine.

To her left she notices the defendant sitting alone, his gaze flitting back and forth between his watch and the door. His heightened nerves have Annie sparing a glance at her own watch, the time creasing her forehead considerably. She actually gulps audibly at that – she's never been in court when an Attorney is late – but the clerk is telling them to rise and the Judge approaches the bench and all chaotic thoughts dissolve instantly.

She can do this. It's time.

Maybe not.

One missing Defense Attorney and postponed court date later, Annie arrives back at the DA's office. A stack of files under one arm, she curls her fists tight by her sides. She wants to throw something, maybe scream in frustration too, but it's unprofessional and she's here to make an impression, and if she learned one thing at Greendale, it's to keep her emotional outbursts to herself.

Once settled inside her office, she spies her intern hovering by the door with a steaming cup, bouncing on her feet with an enthusiasm Annie remembers so well. She ushers her in with a quick wave and accepts the coffee graciously. It's not that she needs the caffeine; she's still running on adrenaline at this point, but the warmth settles her annoyance at the lack of pay off after so much preparation. She feels…disappointed.

"Any messages, Amy?"

Her intern hands over a stack of post-it notes. "Abed called and mentioned something about Legally Blonde and if you'd decided to dye your hair or wear a wig…?"

Annie smiles at Amy's confusion. "Anything else?" she asks.

"Yes, you have a conference with Judge Stevens in his chambers at 1pm."

"Thanks. Could find out who-"

"Already done," Amy says, smugly. "He's from the same firm and has a 95% acquittal rate for clients facing charges as well as a 100% acquittal rate for appeals." Her smile falters as she studies Annie's face and quickly adds, "I'm sure you'll do great though!"

"Did you get a name?"

"Winger comma J."

Annie's face hardens, the post-its crumpling in her fist. "Who did you say?"

Jeff is quietly reading through a deposition and sipping on a cup of coffee when he hears some kind of commotion outside his office, the muted sounds of his assistant saying "You can't go in there!" just before the door to his office bursts open. He leans back in his seat with a smile, his gaze trailing the brunette before him.

"Ah, Miss Edison, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Oh, I think you know why I'm here."

"Did we have an appointment?" he says with a smirk, trying to be flippant.

Annie closes the door and places both hands on her hips when she spins to face him, unable to resist the juvenile stomp of one sharp heel. "Stop it, Jeff! All these years we've been friends and you still tune me out when I discuss things that are important to me! I've spoken about this case for weeks, even Britta text me to wish me luck this morning. Why didn't you tell me you were defending?"

Jeff holds up the deposition. "This is the case you've been talking about?" She nods hastily and he continues, "I'm sorry Annie, I just found out, like an hour ago. I'm covering for a colleague. She had some…personal issues."

"Why am I not surprised? Did she drink herself into a coma?"

Jeff frowns. "How did you-"

"I make it my business to know who I'm up against, Jeff," she interrupts. "But that's irrelevant. I can't believe you knew it was me and still chose to take the case."

"Annie, it's not personal. You know I take on whatever they give me."

"Yes, I'm fully aware of your need to prove yourself to Ted and I admire your dedication. If only you had this much focus at college! But, seriously Jeff?" Her voice squeaks, and she's thisclose to childish when she adds, "This is one case and it's mine."

For a moment Jeff studies the angry flush to her face, the unwavering spark in her wide eyes, and they've done this before - this dance, this game. He places both elbows on the desk before whispering a distinct, "And now it's mine."

Annie hisses her irritation because she knows exactly what he's doing and nope. "No, this won't do. I'm assuming you're meeting with Judge Stevens at 1pm?"

Jeff nods, clearly amused by her fire and frustration, and loving every second.

"We'll discuss getting someone else then," she says finally, and spins to leave.

"Never gonna happen."

"But there's a conflict of interest," she says, one hand hovering above the doorknob. "We know each other. It's…weird."

"My client doesn't object to us knowing each other, which is the important thing here. But if you can't handle it…"

She gasps, indignant and breathy, feeling the rage tighten her fists. "Oh, I can handle it! Do you remember what happened the last time my gloves came off, Jeff?"

"Hmm. Not really. It can't have been that memorable. Looks like you'll have to remind me." He smirks, leaning back in his seat and propping both feet on the edge of his desk. "See you in-"

The door slams before he can finish his sentence.

Their footsteps echo on the high arched ceiling above as Jeff and Annie make the long walk from the Judge's chambers. Aside from their brief yet pointed communication inside chambers, they haven't spoken and the silence between them is…unsettling.

Jeff swings a leather briefcase in one hand, stealing glances at Annie beside him, her back stiff, chin raised, pout pronounced, and he knows she's seconds away from storming off in a huff, and it's just all too much right now.

"Listen Annie," he starts with a sigh. "I don't specialize in cases like these. Take that as some consolation."

"It's too late to start playing nice now, mister! You wanted to play dirty, we're playing dirty."

"No one's playing dirty, however tempting that sounds."

Annie glares at him. "I consider what you did dirty. You knew the case was-"

"Important to you, yes, I know. You've made that clear. But I think you're being unreasonable. I didn't choose this case, it was handed to me. And just because you've been working hard on it doesn't make you entitled to win. Frankly, Annie, I think you need to learn how to lose."

"Just because you're defending doesn't mean I'm going to lose."

"Tell me, what's my acquittal rate again?"

"You arrogant asshole," she grits out through a fake smile, mindful of people passing by.

"Hey, what you call arrogance, I call confidence," Jeff says, and Annie just scowls, marching on in silence again.

Eventually though, they reach the doors to the courthouse, and Annie turns to him, eyes glinting as she moves in close.

"You know what, Jeff? Maybe you're the one who needs to learn how to lose. And just maybe I'm going to be the one to teach you. Still, it wouldn't be the first time."

She flips her hair over her shoulder and stomps away, leaving Jeff standing there inside, watching her disappear into the crowds and down the steps, a grin bewitching his lips and a fire pumping in his veins.

Back at his office an hour later, Jeff hands his assistant the extra coffee he'd picked up on the way back from court and fumbles for the extra packs of sweetener in his jacket pocket.

"My lovely Patrice, this is for you."

"Mr Winger!" The white-haired woman flushes. "You didn't need to do that."

"You're my favorite. I wanted to."

"Hmm. What do you want?"

"Damn, I'm losing my touch," he says with a laugh, smiling harder when she gives him an all-knowing kind of stare. "I need you to clear my schedule and set up a meeting with Miss Edison at 4pm. Oh, and then you can take the afternoon off. How's that sound?"

Patrice studies him from behind her glasses for just a second. "Sounds like something I could do."

"Oh and let's keep this between me and you. What do you say?"

"I don't know what you are talking about, Mr Winger."

Jeff smiles wide. "See. I knew there was a reason you were my favorite."

At 3.55pm the elevator doors at Hamish, Hamish & Hamlin slide open on the third floor.

Inside, Annie reads from an open file, too distracted to notice Jeff using the moment to appreciate the view. Seeming to notice finally that the elevator has stopped, she looks up swiftly, checking the floor number on the wall before her eyes find his. Her face warps a little in annoyance but she lifts her chin high as she steps out, tucking her file under arm.

"Mr Winger."

"Miss Edison."

Jeff extends his hand and she follows its direction. There's silence between them except for their footsteps soft on the carpet and the few passing co-workers who mutter their greetings.

"I didn't expect you to be waiting for me at the elevator," Annie says, breaking the quiet. "I know where your office is unless, of course, you don't think I'm capable of finding my way."

"Oh, you're more than capable. I just like the exercise. Plus there's a nice view on the way back, if you know what I mean." He can't hide the smirk at her outraged gasp.

"Objectifying women much?"

"No, Britta, I was talking about the view of the park from the window. Geez, what did you think I meant?"

She scoffs, "You're ridiculous," as she flushes a little, tucking her hair behind one ear.

When they eventually reach the end of the hallway Jeff ushers her inside his office and Annie steals a glance at the empty desk outside his door, more than a little confused.

"Where's Patrice?"

"Oh, she had a family thing," Jeff dismisses, and closes the door behind him. The silence persists while he opens the desk drawer to pull out a bottle of scotch and a small glass. "Drink?"

Annie shakes her head with a heavy sigh. "I'm not here to fuck about, Jeff."

Jeff actually pauses at that. Hearing those words on her lips still shocks him, even after all these years. "What a shame."

"Let's get serious, please?"

"I'm trying to, Annie. You're the one making this something about us and ignoring the fact that we're just two Lawyers who have a case. So tell me, who's the one being unprofessional here?"

She gasps and throws her file on a nearby chair. "Oh, you've got some nerve talking to me about professionalism!"

"Hey, at least I'm not an alcoholic attorney who doesn't keep coherent notes and wouldn't know a plea bargain if it bit her in the ass!"

"Maybe she was just another crafty jackrabbit who faked her law degree. Ted certainly knows how to hire them!"

Jeff takes a swig of scotch. "Wow, uncalled for Annie."

"I'm..." she trails off around a hard swallow. "I'm sorry. I got carried away. Let's just get this over with. What did you call me for?"

"Well, I've been speaking to my client and despite my predecessor insisting otherwise, I think it's advisory to be open to plea offers-"

Annie snorts her annoyance. "Typical Jeff Winger, still thinks I'm a child and wants to hand me my guilty plea. Or is this a pre-emptive measure because you're afraid that I'll show you up in court?"

"Oh, Annie," he says with a laugh. "I love your delusions. You been spending time with Abed again?"

"Yes, actually. We spent the night watching movies."

"Let me guess, Legally Blonde?" He frowns briefly. "Wait, why wasn't I invited?"

"You're always invited but you've been working late a lot!"

"Yeah, it's so unprofessional of me."

She snaps her arms across her chest. "Alright Jeff, what's this meeting really about?"

"The case, obviously. What did you think it was about?"

"Well, let's discuss the case. How about we start with your client, you know, the one who is guilty. So guilty it's not even funny!"

Jeff sighs, slamming down his empty glass. "If that's your opening statement, I think it needs a bit of work."

"Prove to me that he's innocent. Right here, right now!"

"That's what the courtroom is for, Annie. Three years at Law School and you still haven't figured that out? I'm surprised. I thought you were smarter than that."

"Why you-" She goes to smack his chest the way she always does when she's mad at him but he catches her wrist just in time and tugs her body close, completely unable to stop the surge of arousal when he does.

Her anger always reminds him of study room strip searches and the tease of uncovered skin.

He runs the tip of his nose up the line of her jaw to whisper in her ear. "Why you…what?"

She struggles in his capture, tensing as his hand draws a soft path down her spine, relishing the luscious shape of her behind. He presses himself into her for extra effect and Annie squeaks, steals a glance down between them before meeting his smug gaze.

"Jeff…I…" she breathes, breasts rising against his chest, and her fingers of her free hand tighten against his bicep.

"Hmm. Something to say Annie?" he says, his breath a hot whisper against her mouth.

There's a pause, heavy with their heat and closeness and the sound of a clock ticking on the far wall, and Annie swallows hard before meeting his eyes again, a sudden challenge glinting within the depths.

"I think we've probably said more than enough for now, don't you think?"

"Finally, we agree on something."

Jeff tugs the length of her hair in one hand, watching the tiny flutter of her pulse at the base of her neck where it's arched to look at him. He presses a kiss there, finding her eyes again and holding their joint gaze. The moment is heavy with silence and anticipation of what's to come, and he assaults her lips suddenly, tongues rolling hot and wet with saliva, breaths stolen by rough mouths as they kiss and kiss. She melts into him for just a second before pushing back from his chest to tear off her jacket, quickly followed by her blouse.

Jeff throws his shirt behind him, leaving his tie loose but perfectly knotted about his neck and Annie pulls hard on the blue silk, her eyes wild and fire.

"This doesn't change anything, Jeff. I'm still going to Beat. Your. Ass."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

Her skirt falls in a black sheath about her heels.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see."

She tackles his belt buckle then, and there's a fine metal clink as she gets it open, but Jeff can only hear the sound of blood pumping in his ears at the sight of Annie standing in front of him, clad in fine black stockings secured by the snap of a garter belt. Her black lace panties and bra are sheer so he can see the pink of her nipples and the neat dusting of hair between her legs.

"Holy crap, Annie. When...What…"

Her eyes are full of mischief as she bites her lip, fingers teasing the strap of her bra until it falls down one arm. "See something you like?" she breathes and he races to pull down his pants.

"I thought you weren't here to fuck about?" he asks raggedly, and Annie's smile is wicked as she pushes her hand underneath the band of his Calvin Klein's to trace the length of his hard cock, and it's all Jeff can do not to moan out loud.

Tugging his underwear down, his length springs up between them, and he hisses as she runs her thumb over the tip. "You like that?" she teases, and he jerks as she strokes her soft little hand up and down his shaft, trailing kisses along his neck and down the hard planes of his chest. Her tongue leaves trails of saliva that cools as the air touches. She bites the taut flesh of his hip and his muscles tense, waiting for her next move.

His fingers thread through her hair and he swallows hard at the sight of her soft pink tongue tracing the underside of his cock, moving up to suck the tip between her lips once, twice, before rolling her mouth down inch by slow inch, swallowing his length, her fingers cradling the base of his balls. She hums her delight as if his cock is candy and the vibration is almost his undoing.

"Holy fuck," he says with a shudder as their gazes meet and he's lost in the intensity of it all.

He can't take much more of this, not without being inside her, already on the brink and that was before she took him in her hot wet mouth and looked up at him as though he was her only focus. He tugs on her shoulder and she releases him with a pop and it's the sight of her disappointed pout that makes him smile. He attacks her mouth with fevered kisses while his hand slides into her panties, and he hardens further as his fingers work wetly between her folds, circling and playing, toying and teasing, her breaths quick and shallow against his neck.

"Oh God, Jeff…" she trembles and hitches one leg up around his thigh, heel sharp in his flesh as she struggles to get closer.

He lifts her effortlessly and moulds her to him, not a whisper of air between the heat of their skin. Legs clamped tight around his hips, her breasts pressed firm and bountiful against his chest, the lace of her bra rough against his nipples sends little shocks of pleasure with every writhing movement she makes, every arch of her spine as he pumps her hard then soft with his fingers.

She stops moving. "Jeff!"

"Annie," he groans, whines actually. "Please don't tell me to stop."

The only sound is their heaving breaths, the wet squish of his fingers deep inside her, the shrill ring of a phone in the distance in the office outside.

"No, is the door locked?"

"What? No…" Her ass wriggles against his cock and dammit- "I don't give a fuck about the door right now Annie."

"Jeff…" Her voice is a pleading moan, soft and low and full of that dangerous mix of innocence and power he still has absolutely no fucking control over.

He snatches his hand from her panties to tighten his hold on her ass, and waddles over to the door, careful of his pants still caught around his shoes. The buckle of his belt clinks the whole way there and it would be funny if he wasn't so turned on. Annie leaps forward with a grateful squeak, forcing her tongue between his lips as he struggles to get a grip on the key.

It takes two tries before it's locked.

As she nuzzles and nibbles his ear lobe, he shuffles carefully back to the desk and doesn't miss the irony as he lays her on the deposition file that they're supposedly fighting over.

Her heels scrape the backs of his thighs and she tugs on his tie to bring him closer as she stretches out. "Fuck me Jeff, now…" she growls, and thats it, he's done, ravaging her mouth as he spreads her legs wide.

Annie whimpers, one hand resting over her heart as if she fears it will burst, and Jeff tugs her tiny panties to one side and briefly runs the tip of his cock along the length of her folds, so wet for him. Her stomach muscles clench and flutter. After moments of teasing he enters her in one slick thrust and she gasps, unable to prevent the deep clench of her inner muscles. His eyes snap shut at the sensation and he growls and she groans and he yanks at the cup of her bra to trace her nipple with his tongue. Annie twists and tugs his hair, mewling and whimpering as he licks the generous curve and sucks the nipple deep.

His cock twitches inside her and the desire to move forces him up and he grips the edge of the desk to set up a hurried pace, eyes trailing hungry and intent as he watches Annie's breasts bounce with every writhe beneath him. He pulls out suddenly and she moans her disappointment, brief, before she purrs like a fucking cat when he plunges back in. "You like that?" he asks breathless, smile wicked, and she nods frantically, lower lip caught red between her teeth.

The room is hot now, filled with the smell of sweat and the sounds of their harsh breaths and her head hitting his keyboard. Jeff fleetingly notices the letters typing endless lines of nonsense on the screen with every hard thrust but all he can think is want, need, more, fuck. The fierce press of her fingers makes him push faster and she moans, "Oh God, Jeff…harder, more…" trailing one hand to slap the muscled curve of his ass with a hard thwack, and he growls as she grips him tighter, forcing him deeper as she rises up to meet him.

Flush with perspiration, his grip tightens white and he grunts in loud bursts, the world outside forgotten. Annie feverishly moves one calf to rest on his shoulder and moans at the change in position as it opens her wider to the roll and grind of his hips against her. She grabs his tie in one tight fist as if it's an anchor to ground herself, to stop herself floating away. She shudders and sobs, "Yes, yes, yes," over and over like a fucking mantra as her head rolls side to side, like she doesn't know what to do with herself or any of the sensations, like it's all too much.

He's buried deep now and Jeff feels her tightening around him and shit…he's seeing spots as her muscles clench, spine arched, ass jerking wildly off the desk and the sound of his name on her lips and the feel of her milking his cock tips him over the edge; his hips finishing in a frantic rhythm he is powerless to stop. Want, need, more, fuck. Her name is ripped from him as he spills inside her and blacks out momentarily, lights flashing behind eyes clenched tight.

He slumps forward, relishing the feel of her still convulsing around him with tiny aftershocks of pleasure, the brush of her nipples against his chest as they steady their breaths. When the awareness of where they are filters through the haze, he lifts his head and meets her smile. He tucks a few stray hairs gently behind her ear, trailing the tips of his fingers along her jaw line, and she kisses the tips softly and giggles. Their noses rub once or twice and their lips meet in a tender kiss that really seems like the perfect closing statement.

"Remind me to join you in the courtroom more often, if this is what it leads to," Jeff says a while later, tucking in his shirt and zipping up his pants.

"Jeff!" Annie practically squarks, trying to right her bra. "This is so unprofessional. We just had sex!"

"Annie, I think you're forgetting something."

Her hand pauses over the zip of her skirt and she looks around, a little wide-eyed. "What?"

He spins her around and tugs her into his chest, breath whispered low as he trails the zip up her skirt. "We already have sex…all the time."

"That's different, that's our private life. We should never bring it into the office, especially not yours with Alan lurking around." She shudders at the thought and starts buttoning her blouse.

"Well then, we'll forever be on opposing sides because I think we should bring it into the office all the time. Every. Single. Day."

"You're unbelievable!"

"I know. I figured that out when you screamed 'Oh God, Jeff.'" He pauses then, a half-smile bewitching his lips. "Twice."

Her jaw drops but he doesn't miss the cheeky glint in her eye as she links her fingers behind his neck. Jeff cups her behind to lift her slightly, gently kissing the top of her nose, cheek, the corner of her mouth.

"I'm sorry about the case. I know it's important to you but the client threatened a malpractice suit and Ted asked me personally and-"

"It's okay, Jeff. I'm sorry too. It's just, I wanted to prove myself, you know? But I was being irrational again and I overreacted."

"Well, there was another reason you didn't give me a chance to mention," Jeff says, and wraps his arms around her waist.

"Oh?"

"Well, as you pointed out earlier, I've been working so much lately and, well, I miss you and maybe I jumped at the chance to be with you in court."

Annie smiles. "That's a very good justification for your actions."

"Yeah, well, I am a big time Defense Attorney. It's kind of my thing."

"I look forward to seeing your thing in action in court next week and I'll be there with open arms to comfort you afterwards."

"Hmm," he drawls, but he's smiling. "We'll see."

She bites her lower lip, her thumb teasing the scruff of hair at the base of his neck. "You know, now that I've thought about it, I'm still a little mad at you and think you should make it up to me."

"I thought I'd more than made it up to you, you know, with my cock."

"Jeff!"

"Annie!"

She grins, shaking her head all the while. "Well, your methods of persuasion could do with a little work. I guess I could help you later, if you'd like?"

"Oh really?"

She nods, playing with the knot and length of his tie. "Even though we're not on the same team, we do technically have a debate to prepare for. It could be just like old times."

"Annie Edison, still loves to study after all these years."

"Well, I mean, there's a table at home that we've not really put to good use yet…"

He grins as she fists his shirt to pull him closer, catching his lips with her own, meshing their tongues in a hot frantic twist. When he pulls away she's panting and so is he; mouths wet with saliva, lips swollen, and his voice is a whisper away from a growl.

"I think that can be arranged."