A/N: Just a little something I wrote as a request. This is my first time writing for Community, so this was sort of a practice run for maybe some possible future fics. Let me know how I did :D
Disclaimer: Don't own them or the show.
You'd been having sex with Jeff Winger for 4 weeks by the time you and the rest of the group had locked yourself into the library.
So when he pulled the string of condoms from your bag, you could only smirk because he knew what they were for and who they were for.
Maybe you were selling yourself a bit short; you were all for feminist rights and the empowerment of woman. Sleeping with him should give him all the power, but for some reason, it was quite the opposite.
He never begged for it, but you could see it in his eyes when he'd inevitably show up on your doorstep, the want, the need for it (you wish it was for you and not the actual act, but you won't admit that to yourself). And you hated him so much (correction: you loved him so much) that you'd give in just so you could wield some power over him.
For awhile it was alright, more than alright actually. It was sex, really good sex. But as much as you tried day in and day out to fool yourself, you were not that girl. You longed for the emotional connection. You longed for him and how it used to be. You longed for someone who would never be able to return the favor.
You wondered when you became one of those girls.
Sorry for the shortness, but please review and tell me how I did.