Title: Exploration of Reproductive Potentialities
Prompt: iknowitsbutters, The night Jeff and Annie conceive a baby [while sober] (smut)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 999
A/N: I can't write anything short anymore. I just can't.
Annie gets home late that night, well, late for her anyway. She's a new hire for the firm and they won't let her do a whole lot. She usually manages to do all the necessary research and file paperwork within the usual 9-5 but the firm took on a high profile human rights case and everyone is putting in extra time. So she gets home and it's 9:50 and she has to be at work for 7AM tomorrow and all she wants is a hot shower and a hug before hitting the sack.
She gets in the door and when Jeff sees her, he winces. He knew she would be late and he can see the bags under her eyes and it's sort of impossible to miss the slump of her shoulders. She drops her purse and briefcase on the floor, kicks off her shoes and shuffles toward the bathroom without acknowledging him with more than a passing glance. Jeff doesn't begrudge her the lacklustre response. He understands long days at the office and since Annie doesn't usually turn to expensive scotch, something has to give and its usually her sunny disposition that goes first.
Annie enters the bathroom, blindly reaching for the light, intending to shuck her clothes and take a ten minute shower before taking up far more than her fair share of the bed. Instead, she flicks on the light and sees a hot bath, unlit candles and an old t-shirt of Jeff's sitting on the toilet waiting for her. Choking back a tear or two, Annie enjoys her husband's thoughtfulness. The truth is, Jeff isn't really a romantic but sometimes, just when she needs it most, he nails it.
She slides into bed about fifteen times more relaxed and Jeff is already there, reading a book. She curls into him and he puts down the book, kissing the top of her head. His cheek is resting against her hair when she catches his lips with her own, kissing him forcefully.
"Annie, babe, what's going on?" Jeff asks between questions, knowing that Annie is dead tired and the aggressiveness isn't normal when she's tired and knows she has to be at work early the next day.
"Jeff..." She wipes a tear away. "It's just, why do people care who marries who? Ugh! I just... We just lucked out because I'm a woman and you're a man? We're attracted to the right people, so we get to do whatever we want?" Jeff kisses her gently once more before hugging her again.
"That's why you guys are working overtime and putting in the work, babe. Because you're going to be one of the people who helps change that." He knows she knows that but she's tired and sometimes, stuff piles up, he gets that. "So, still want to have sex?" She glares at him but her lips are twitching and when she moves to straddle him, he has his answer.
She's kissing him softly, hands framing his face. She moves to his neck, nibbling at his adam's apple, and his hips twitch. Her hands slip to the edge of his shirt, pulling at it, and he lifts his arms so she can take it off. Jeff is absolutely okay with Annie taking control during sex but he really wants to touch her so he starts pulling at the t-shirt she's wearing and she acquiesces without protest. He's a little surprised to find her completely naked but he's not about to complain.
They're making out and her arms are wound around his neck, chest pressed to chest. They know every inch of each other's bodies but Annie seems to want to be as close as utterly possible and Jeff finds himself more than content with that idea. He lifts her hips slightly, one arm around her waist, and the other tugging his sweatpants and briefs down. Moments later, Annie sinks down on him and Jeff groans at the sensation. She continues kissing him, fingers fluttering around his jaw, before she rocks her hips slowly. Jeff is almost painfully hard right now but Annie is setting the pace and it's so slow Jeff feels a like his entire existence is centred on her right now.
She pushes up on her knees, before sinking down again. It's a shallow stroke and Jeff finds himself hissing in reaction to how good it feels. He still has one arm around her waist but he knows better than to try setting the pace. She's riding him slow and steady and it feels incredible. His hand drifts, slowly, from her hair down to flick at her nipple and her hips, just for a second, lose their rhythm. He does it again and she clenches around his cock. His arm around her waist loosens until he's holding her steady but just barely. He starts brushing her clit softly and she's tightening around him with every forward rock of her hips now.
Jeff disengages his mouth from hers and kisses her collarbone. Leaning further down, he licks her nipple, and then kisses his was up to her neck. He's still touching her gently but he's in no hurry for this to be over and neither is Annie. They're moving against each other but it's slow and it's soft and Jeff can admit that it's pretty fucking nice.
Annie comes and it's just as slow and wondrous as the sex was in the first place. Jeff follows a few minutes later and Annie rests against him, unmoving. Jeff is wondering if she's fallen asleep when she peeks up at him through her hair and smiles.
"Thank you." He smiles back at her.
"Made that bath pretty pointless, though, didn't it?" She slaps half-heartedly at his chest as he curls away laughing.
Three and a half months later, Annie is still working late almost every night but she smiles every time she walks in the door and she sees the ultrasound picture that Jeff hung right in her eye-line.