"So you think I shouldn't bring up my dream?" Annie whispers to Abed, her eyes widening.
Abed makes a non-committal noise while watching Britta in the study room. "No. Girl on girl tropes are cliché enough as it is. And besides the predictable comments from Pierce and Shirley I don't think anyone will care."
Annie nods fervently.
"I think we should also sit down. Standing in the corner while everyone else is already seated is suspicious," Abed adds, and joins the others at the table. Annie fingers a strand of hair nervously.
"What's up, Annie?" Britta smiles from the table. Annie opens her mouth, closes it, and shakes her head, hurrying to her seat.
"Okay people, let's get on with it," Jeff says, not looking up from his phone.
"Oohh, yes, but let me just tell you how baby Ben did the cutest…"
Annie tunes Shirley out and projects all her attention onto Britta. Britta's leather jacket hangs on the back of her chair. Her legs are crossed, and she's wearing leather boots, jeans, and a simple black shirt that Annie can't help but notice is rather tight. Britta's arms are still crossed, revealing a bit of cleavage. Annie's eyes dart to the table. She fidgets with her pen and sneaks another look at Britta. The blonde's eyes are still on Shirley, her smile slowly fading.
"Crap," Britta says. "Forgot I'm supposed to see Duncan today."
"Hot date?" Jeff jokes.
"Very funny. I need to pick up a paper I told him to re-grade. He doesn't believe 'therapizing' is a word."
Everyone groans. "Well, if you're leaving, I'm leaving," Jeff says and gets up. He whips out his phone and leaves.
"I'll come with you, Britta," Annie says. "Duncan is so creepy, us girls need to stick together."
"Well, alright Annie! Girl power!" Britta says, ignoring Shirley's mutters of not being included.
The two girls leave the study room and make their way down the hall. "So you've noticed Duncan's creepiness towards me too?" Britta asks, holding the straps of her backpack.
"Definitely," Annie says. "Although….who can blame him," she blurts out.
Britta raises her eyebrows.
"I mean - " Annie stumbles. "Okay, Britta, I had a dream about you last night."
Britta tries to conceal a grin and fails. "Really? And what was I doing in this dream?"
Annie blushes to her roots. "Well – that's the thing, I was doing the… doing. I was sort of, you know, quietly seducing you," Annie whispers, refusing to look at Britta. For a few moments the only sound that fills the hallway is the click-clack of Britta's wedge boots.
"Annie," Britta starts, a hint of a smile still playing on her face, "it's totally normal! Dreams are just that – dreams. Don't be freaked out, if anything this is a sign of you becoming more open to different things. "
Annie blinks thoughtfully and straightens her posture. Britta notices and smirks.
"And besides," Britta says, walking closer to Annie, "if that dream meant anything you would really be turned on by this -" And with a quick motion Britta pushes Annie against a nearby locker, and wraps her leg around her. The back of Annie's skirt has ruffled up against the locker, and Britta's denim-clad thigh touches a peak of flesh. Both girls are out of breath.
"Well?" Britta asks mischievously, trying to ignore the deafening pounding of Annie's heart. Annie's chest rises and flushes pink. Britta's eyes wander to the soft curves of Annie's chest and then back to Annie's face. Annie flashes a doe eyed look before crushing her lips onto Britta's. Britta pulls away but Annie grabs her by the waist.
"Just like in my dream," Annie whispers into Britta's mouth. Britta brushes her tongue on Annie lower lip and leans into the brunette, pushing her against the locker. They kiss again.
