Sunday Mornings

Author's Note: This one is a bit...naughty. Nothing explicit and probably nothing you haven't read before, but young ones - you have been warned.

Annie is warm and comfortable and so not ready to wake up. The world is soft and bright and perfect.

She snuggles deeper into the thick cotton sheets and can't help but notice how heavy her body feels. Weighed down and anchored and now that she thinks about it, there is definitely someone sleeping behind her and she half hopes that it's some awkward Britta thing and all but prays that it's a Jeff emotional kind of thing.

And unless Britta grew over a foot in one night, the sheer size of the warm body behind her points heavily to the latter.

She has to say that this feels wonderful. And she doesn't use that word lightly. Not like Shirley's "that's nice" or Abed's "cool cool cool". No, she means it in the butterflies in her stomach and metaphorical hearts floating in the air sort of way, in a way that reminds her that she's not that far removed from high school and that even at 22, she's still a bit of a sap.

She doesn't care, it's wonderful.

She changes her mind and replaces it with extraordinary when she feels Jeff's arm tighten around her waist and his fingers graze across the exposed skin of her stomach. She shudders a little and snuggles back against him. He nuzzles into her neck and inhales deeply, the breath tickling her and raising goosebumps across her body.

Before this is all ruined, she takes the time to catalog the details - the way her shampoo and his cologne mingle in the air, the way the sun dances across her bed sheets, the flutter of embarrassment because of course the one night Jeff spends in her bed, she's got those damned heart sheets on and could she look any more like a lovesick teenager? She delights in how tightly he's curled behind her. The bed is much too small for him and his feet are almost hanging off the edge. From here, she can see his shirt carefully folded across the foot board and...a chair wedged underneath the doorknob?

The situation is strange, sure, but Annie can tell he's still wearing his jeans and although it has ridden up quite a bit, she still has her skirt on. The chair though, she doesn't remember. And again, she doesn't care.

Annie doesn't know how long she has been drifting in and out of sleep but every once and a while she can feel Jeff's fingers clench against her stomach, sending a jolt of pleasure to all the right places. She's sure he's doing it subconsciously but it's getting increasingly difficult to ignore. He does it again and this time the pad of his thumb just brushes the underside of her breast. That one small gesture changes everything. In response, her hips push back against his and a moan catches in her throat. She reaches one hand back to rest on his forearm but the feel of his skin underneath her fingertips only makes her want more. She slides her hand down to rest over his and tries to go back to sleep.

Twenty minutes later he does it again and the moan that escapes her is anything but subtle. Her half lucid dreams and his hands against her body are sending her nerves into overdrive and all she wants is for him to touch her in earnest - no more soft grazes but deliberate touch to ease this building ache. Emboldened by the veil of sleep, Annie shifts her hips back and adds in a tiny but unmistakable circular motion. She's rewarded with the tightening of his hands and a deep groan. It's only a moment more before she feels warm lips on her neck. Her back simultaneously pushes towards him and arches away. Jeff uses this opportunity to move the other arm up under the curve of her waist and pulls her closer. He slides his hand up until he's cupping her breast in one hand and tracing patterns over her stomach with the other.

When Jeff had woken up earlier, he was sure this was a dream. There was no way he was in Annie's bed let alone feeling the things he was feeling. So he chalked it up to one of his many Annie related dreams and went back to sleep.

Now though? Now is a whole different story. Because she's making the most amazing noises and if he thought her everyday "I can't believe you just said that" gasps were scandalous, well, he has no words to qualify what these noises were doing to him. Each moan shoots straight to places he's been trying to ignore and the fact that she's obviously trying to keep quiet plays into a very particular fantasy he had about this very room.

The warmth of her skin against his is intoxicating and as he kisses further down her neck to the junction of her collarbone, Jeff is more aroused than he's been in a very, very long time. He's hovering over Annie, just beginning to slide her shirt down over her shoulder when there's a loud thud on her bedroom door.

"Annie we're sorry!" Troy sounds as though he has his mouth against the wood. Jeff groans into her neck and thinks of reasons why he can't punch him.

Annie doesn't seem at all worried.

"We didn't mean to barge in last night. Britta has explained the error of our ways and we offer you our sincerest apologies." Abed doesn't sound all that convincing, especially not when he jiggles the door handle.

"Dude, we just talked about this." Troy admonishes and they fall silent. Jeff prays that's the end of it. He's about to continue drawing a map with his mouth across Annie's skin when Troy's voice comes through the door again. "Annie, come on! You can't still be mad at us! And you can't still be sleeping, it's already after 11 and Denny's is about to start their all you can eat brunch."

At the mention of the time, Jeff extricates his right arm and props himself up. This earns him a frustrated growl from Annie because really, she knew this was too good to last.

A glance at the clock shows it's 11:17 and Troy is right, Annie never sleeps this late. Neither does he. His left hand slides across one of those glorious, until now absolutely forbidden globes - if only to commit the feeling to memory. He glances down at her. Her skin is flushed and her breasts heave temptingly as she tries to even out her breathing. The whole scene sends shivers down his spine and makes his stomach flutter.

Screw Troy and Abed, he thinks as he leans down to kiss her. She kisses him back eagerly, soft pecks and hands running through his hair, short nails grazing his scalp. He loves it, maybe loves her and he's moving lower but someone bangs on the door and he rests his head on her ample cleavage. He's satisfied that he'll at least have been able to do this before he's put on trial for murdering his friends/classmates/mortal enemies.

"Annie, you promised!"

"I swear I'm going to kill them." Jeff's voice is muffled but she gets enough of what he's saying to agree. She plays with the hair at the nape of his neck and tries to catch her breath. She thinks Jeff might be falling asleep again because he's getting heavier and squishing her, which she's perfectly okay with.

Now that Annie's mind is clearing, the chair under the door is coming back to her. She remembers sneaking Jeff into her room last night just to hang out. She didn't expect anything to come from it but they needed to talk and since the Dean had a constant ear to Jeff's walls, there wasn't really another option.

She hadn't counted on Abed and Troy stumbling into her room last night after returning home from the movies. It so happened that they were both so hopped up on sugar and soda that they missed Jeff laying on the floor next to the bed. She'd reprimanded them, wedged the chair under the door and blushed furiously for the better part of an hour. After they'd settled down in the living room, Annie couldn't figure out how to get Jeff back out and decided it was better if he stayed.

Based on the current events, she gives herself a mental high five because, yeah, they were interrupted but what did happen? Ah-mazingly extraordinary. Jeff sighs against her skin and then rolls over onto his back, his strong hands dragging her with him until she's straddling his hips and laying across his chest.

"Your roommates suck." He whispers. She lets out a soft giggle.

"They have their moments."

"They have horrible timing."

"Maybe next time we should go to your place." The minute the sentence leaves her mouth, she wants to take it back. Because isn't this how it always starts? They have these moment and then he pretends it never happened and she always ends up feeling like a silly little girl. She's about to say something else - maybe something witty or funny or anything that doesn't sound so desperate but he makes the first move. He wraps one arm around her shoulders and she can feel him twirling her hair in his fingers.

"Agreed. I mean, the Dean and I only share that wall in the living room. And I'm pretty sure I found all the cameras he 'forgot' in my apartment. Plus my bed is much more suited for normal sized people than this crib you're sleeping in and did I just use the word crib? Forget I said that. That was creepy. How long do you think it'll take them to leave?"

Annie almost misses his question because her heart and her stomach are too busy doing back flips.

"Oh, um, hold on." Annie clears her throat and puts on her judge-y Annie face. She sits up slightly and turns towards the door. "Troy, I'm still very disappointed in you and Abed. We had an agreement and you broke it. You two can have brunch by yourselves and think about what you've done. We'll talk about this later."

She can hear Abed and Troy debating on the other side of the door before she hears a slight sniffle. "It won't be the same without you." Troy's voice trembles. Annie actually looks a little sad for lying to them which Jeff thinks is ridiculous. He tells her as much. They hear the front door slam.

"You know how he is Jeff. Troy hates it when people are mad at him." Annie pouts as she lays back down on his chest.

"Yeah whatever. Do you want to go get breakfast? I know this great place by my apartment that makes a killer egg white veggie omelet."

Annie nods happily. Today was turning out to be pretty damn awesome.