So yeah, this is the last 'chapter' (there will be an epilogue next week, I had a lot of fun writing this). I wanted to wait a bit before posting this, but as tonight is the 'clip-show' episode and reception has been positive, I just let my excitement get the best of me.

The stunning climax (that means two things!)...no last act reveals, no twists, no betrayals...just Jeff and Annie acting on their obvious sexual attraction to each other, so enjoy.

3) Fireworks

Morning…

Annie awoke and saw a text from Jeff. It was sent at 11:27 PM, which must have been just minutes after she fell asleep. Instead of waking at her usual 5:30, she slept until about 7:15; it was Saturday, after all.

[Jeff] Lunch?

[Annie] Sure, where?

She put the phone down and waited…and waited…and waited…ugh, stupid Annie, she thought, it's not even 8 in the morning, he won't be up until at least 9. I might as well get ready and pick out my clothes.

But he did text back shortly; when she was in the shower.

[Jeff] There's a small French cafe in Glendale, no one in the group is even near there. 12:30.

[Annie] Eeeee!

Now Jeff only had one more thing – one more task – for Annie. Honestly, when she first suggested the idea, he thought she was messing with him, so when he got her the digital pen and sent her on assignment, he half-expected her to laugh at him and rescind the offer. He was shocked when she had actually followed through and got him that highly personal information. Now there was just one thing; the Terms of Use; six rules, all of which she had to agree with, before he would sleep with her.

The closer he got to the restaurant, the more and more his palms began to sweat, but at the same time the more and more he began to hope that Annie would agree to his rules; the idea started small and slowly grew to its current dimensions, where it now possessed his whole mind. He wondered if someone pulled an Inception on him, though he knew it probably wasn't Abed; he hated that movie.

He saw her, sitting at a table outdoors, resplendent in a little white dress with red polka-dots and black flats with her hair tied back into a bun. She recognized his car and waved as he passed by and found a place to park.

"Jeff!" She squealed with joy as he rounded the corner and she jumped to hug him. He picked her up and spun her around, like so often happens at the end of one of those cheesy movies she so loves, where the long lost lovers are reconciled. It seemed to last forever in the idyllic summer sun, but what seemed like forever was really less than a minute, and he set her down. They walked together hand in hand to the table in front of the restaurant; a small, open-window boutique-style French bakery called Bons Baguette Mauvais (Wicked Good Bread...ugh).

Annie, always so intrepid, had already ordered them coffee and chocolate croissants sat in a basket at the center of the black cast-iron table; in front of her was a napkin with a half-eaten croissant on it. Jeff grabbed one of the napkins and a pastry and placed it in front of himself, taking a bite while she watched him with dancing, lovestruck eyes. He didn't even care that each croissant was probably dense with carbs.

"So how was movie night?" He asked her.

"The movie was delightfully low-budget, and Abed is still an evil wizard." She giggled.

"Tell me something I don't know."

"He asked if we were dating."

"And…?"

"I denied it; I think I threw him off the trail, but for how long?" She said nervously.

"That crazy Abed…" Jeff took another bite of the croissant, it was very rich and flaky, "But Annie…you're absolutely sure that this is what you really want?"

"Since the moment we first met I thought you were cute…and then you said I was awesome." She looked down, pink in the face, "No one had ever made me feel that way before, or at least no one I wanted to make me feel like that...so yeah, this is what I want, more than anything."

Jeff smiled and removed his sunglasses, placing them gently on the table (they were expensive), "Well good…but it's so beautiful outside, so let's just enjoy the day before we get to the details, okay?"

"Okay." She agreed.

For almost an hour they talked and enjoyed their coffee and croissants. Annie talked at great length about how she was slowly but surely mending her relationship with her mother; a guarded, severe woman who sounded an awful lot like someone they both knew well, though Jeff figured that making this connection known to Annie would cause her shock. Jeff talked briefly about his work; it felt nice to him to get back to the world he was once a key figure in, and that Annie was hanging on his every word made him feel even better about it. He also touched on his plans for a trip out to San Diego to see his old friend, who was working out there in a surf shop. Most of the beginning of the day was spent exchanging such details and pleasantries, and it was all so seamless and perfect, without a hint of awkwardness.

Before either of them was aware, their cups were empty and the croissants were all eaten and the short, black-haired waiter grabbed the basket the pastries were in and left them. It was then that Jeff knew he needed to accelerate things.

"I'm amazed that you were able to get me what I asked for." He told her proudly, "And all without setting off Abed's defenses. Annie…"

"Yes?" She said slowly as he reached and grabbed both of her hands into one of his.

"When you originally told me what you wanted I was unsure, but after some thought, as well as thinking about you and how you've grown in the past year it became a little easier for me to process. I would be more than happy to do this for you…or to you…" He started with a cocky smirk, "But, I have some conditions…terms if you will, to lay out for you."

"Terms?" She inquired, "Do you do this for every other girl?"

"Every other girl isn't an idealistic and vulnerable sweet young woman, who isn't aware of her own sexual power…" He said softly, "And who also happens to be one of my dear friends; someone who knows me, someone who I know. There's just so much at stake here, we need to lay out some rules, I need to have some control over the situation."

She pouted indignantly, "Why do you need control?"

"Have you met me!" He bit one of Chang's lines; they had lived together for far too long, "And plus…Jeff Winger, 133, Annie Edison..." and he made an 'O' shape with his hand, "Zero…"

"133 now?" Annie asked quizzically.

"I've been to L Street a lot in the last few weeks, and on L Street I bat like .997." Jeff boasted, before realizing he should backpedal slightly, "Does that bother you?"

Annie bit her lip and lowered her eyes. To be honest, yes it did bother her just a little, but this is who Jeff was, and she knew the territory when she made the proposal; she offered herself a few weeks ago, and between then and now, there had been (at least) three additional women…but for some reason she wasn't outright disgusted by it; in fact she found it she felt quite the opposite of disgust about it; not turned on or jealous, it was an emotion she couldn't really define or process.

"Not enough to change my mind." She answered finally. "So what are these terms?"

He removed a series of colored flashcards from the pocket of his jacket and flipped through them briefly. She laughed quietly.

"Flashcards? I've been rubbing off on you it seems." She said insidiously.

"So it seems…" Jeff took another sip of coffee, "I have in my hand six terms, and if you want this to happen then you need to agree to every one of them."

Jeff was smart; most girls, upon seeing the flashcards and hearing the terms, or even seeing that there were flashcards and terms, would get up and walk right then and there. Not Annie, though; she liked rules and structure and order; she was one in a million. Considering that this was a situation that had to have a set of guidelines, it was a rarity; planning and preparedness would actually play into Jeff Winger's favor this time.

It was bound to happen once.

"O…kay." She said, perplexed and confused. He read from the first card, a magenta-colored one.

"Dear Annie; Congratulations, you are about to have sex with Jeff Winger, an experience you'll never forget and that nothing in your past or future will compare to…"

"Je-eff!" She stretched his name to 3 syllables adorably.

"Sorry, getting a little off track with the preamble there, but it will be awesome and nothing will compare to it, ever." He flipped to a yellow card, "Term One: No one in the study group can know about this, at least not yet…Because even though this was your idea, I imagine what will happen is that while you're crying in the corner, Shirley holds me down while Britta kicks me in the balls repeatedly. We can't have that happen."

"Simple but effective." She nodded in agreement; he flipped to a blue card.

"Term Two: I pick the soundtrack." He read, "You want your first time to be magical and special and memorable and I get that, but looking back in the future, if Bieber, or Gaga, or the Barenaked Ladies or some other artist that no one will remember in five years are blaring as I'm kissing every inch of your body, you'll think it's just a little bit dumb and trite."

"Still can't get over BNL, huh?" She pouted.

"They're terrible on their own, but if 'Enid' comes on right in the middle I'll soften up like a Furby. We're doing this right; I've got a killer library on my iPod that'll be perfect."

"Who do you have?" She asked.

"And spoil the surprise? You'll have to wait and see." He flipped to a pink card; her favorite color, his favorite term.

"Term Three: You have to do what I say, and I get to do what I want." He said deadpan with a wry smile.

"What does that even mean?" She asked, seriously wanting to know.

"It means a few different things, Annie. I won't lie or hide anything; I'm all about power and dominance." Jeff said, but recoiled as Annie looked taken aback, "Not in a whips and leather type of way…I mean that I'm aggressive, furious and masculine…I take liberties and act on impulse. Even though I'll try my best not to hurt you...I can't guarantee you won't get knocked around a bit."

"I heard you have a thing for nipple play." She teased.

"Ask first." He parried back at her.

"Well you'll be leading the way, do what's most comfortable to you." She told him with understanding.

"But that's just it. You're a virgin, you're new at this." He said, "I'm not going to call you a Unicorn; you're more like a new car. When you get a new car you don't take it to the Autobahn and gun it around the track all day with zero miles on it…you take it on the interstate and ease into it…get used to the gears, the pedals, the electronics…the overall feel of the car, making sure everything works like its supposed to. Once you've put a few thousand miles on it, THEN you can ship it over to Germany so you can see what it can really do…"

"Alright…? What kind of car am I?" Annie questioned, loving Jeff's metaphor.

"I don't know…an Aston Martin DB9 painted in an inappropriate color like hot pink or canary yellow?" Jeff joked.

She reached across and gently palmed his face, but she still smiled.

"What? It's a really nice car." He laughed at her, "In spite of that, some things are going down, some things I like, and some things you like even if you don't know it yet. I want you to approach this with an open mind, leave your hangups at the door. Can you do that for me?"

Annie colored considerably, "Yeah, I can…but no Mexican Halloween…"

"If that is what I think it is, then its way too nasty for your first time." Jeff removed a green card, "Oh, and bring a hair elastic."

"Okay." She agreed, "Why a hair elastic?"

"It'll keep your hair out of your face, trust me it's more handy than you think."

He read from the green card. "Term Four: Once we're done, we don't cuddle, we don't have pillow talk and you don't leave a survey for me to fill out rating your performance; you shower and leave and wait at least a few days to call me."

"I was going to anyways…" Annie looked down, slightly upset as she said this…she had already put a few hours into a survey using a Likert rating, but she would have to leave it aside for another time. Old habits die pretty hard.

"Term Five: This happens at a time and place of my choosing." Jeff said with considerable charisma and confidence; Term four was the one he thought she might reject, but she seemed to accept it. This made him smile.

"I can agree to that, I spend most of my time reading and studying anyways. I won't be hard to reach." She blushed, "Where and when did you have in mind?"

"Well the place is my apartment; I have a California King and no roommates…the time? It could be right after lunch today; it could be 2:00 AM five weeks from now. The time, Annie, is when it's best for me." He removed the final card; it was white.

"Term Six: This…whatever it is and whatever it's going to be, at least right now, is not going to become a thing." And he pocketed the cards, obviously having remembered his speech, "We do this once, if you like it we can do it again whenever you want…but I won't lead you on and guarantee anything more than a casual friends-with-benefits thing will arise from it. I just want you to know that now."

"I understand, and I accept the terms." She said; a look of wild, wide-eyed lust glazed over her eyes, which Jeff noticed immediately.

"Good!" He said, sounding a little like she did when she was excited, which wasn't his intention and…yeah, she definitely noticed it, "Let's get some more coffee."

"Okay!" She giggled. For the rest of the lunch she seemed to be vibrating with excitement and anticipation in her chair.

Two weeks later, Friday (June 12th)

Jeff was lounging, watching the second inning of the Rockies game on ESPN on his couch, wearing joggers and a t-shirt, bum style. We all know Jeff Winger is all about dressing sharp, but that's only when he's going out of the house; he had no problem being a little sloppy when he was staying in.

It was about 7:15 PM on a Friday. Normally, he would have a few friends in his apartment, getting a pre-drink session on and readying for another night chasing the girls and the parties on L Street. Tonight, though he had received some calls to go out, he had told his friends that he would be staying in and relaxing, that he had a trying week at work (which he actually did). His phone sat face up on his coffee table beside a half-finished bottle of Yuengling. He slowly reached over to pick it up and sifted through his contacts, down just six names (passing Abed and Alex 'Starburns') to Annie E.

She answered after just two rings.

"Hello?" Her sweet voice chimed from the other end.

"Hey Annie, what are you up to?" Jeff asked with effervescent cool.

"Oh hi Jeff!" She practically squealed with glee; she knew why he was calling, "I'm just getting ready to go to Temple with my parents, and then after that I don't know…probably going over my notes for the test next week."

"Oh yeah? Temple hmm…" He teased, "I thought you were kind of a high-holiday only Jew…"

"You can say the whole word, you know!" She jested but also giggled, "And I was, but when I moved back home my parents said I can either pay rent and do whatever I want, or live rent free as long as I satisfied a few of their conditions…re-embracing the faith was one of them."

"That doesn't sound like you at all, being controlled like that…" Jeff astutely observed.

"No it doesn't, but you know I don't have a job, and they wanted $300 a month...it's a lot of money for me." She answered.

"Yeah…"

There was a brief moment of awkward silence between each of them, but Jeff was again the first to break it.

"Come over afterwards and we'll watch a movie together." He half-asked half-ordered; he assumed that she knew what this was code for.

He could hear her inhale sharply, "Yeah, no definitely. It might be late. My parents wouldn't approve of me going to hang out with a boy late on a Friday and they usually stay up for a few hours after Temple, but I don't have a curfew on the weekends."

"I'm staying in, just text me before you get here, okay?"

"Alright…I'll see you later, then." She said nervously.

"And Annie?"

"Mhmm?"

"Wear something sexy...intentionally sexy, not obliviously sexy like what you usually wear. I want to see skin." He smiled deviously as he said this, and was sure she could hear his smile through the phone line.

"Oh...I'm not really sure what I have aside from my normal clothes..." She answered truthfully...of course.

"Wearing an outfit like you normally wear will only open up a Pandora's box of perversions and scenarios that you aren't ready for...remember; I'm not taking you to the Autobahn."

She giggled mischievously, "Okay…later Jeff!"

"Bye." Jeff hung up the phone and placed it back on the coffee table and resumed watching the end of the game.

Over the next few hours Jeff had two more beers and watched the highlights on Sportscenter, content to be where he was; Friday night lounging with a pretty girl coming over later, life's so grand. He even got a text from his buddy Sebastian (Seabass), telling him to come to L Street because a cute, tiny blonde was asking about him. He took a second to realize that Britta was doing the Kerouac thing across western Canada and it couldn't have been her, before texting him back and telling him that he was feeling kind of sick; if it was Britta he would have gone out, but not to hook up with her, just to say hello and see how she was; much like last summer, there had been almost no contact between them.

Three hours after he talked to Annie, he lightly nodded off into a special nap as the TV blared highlights of the Nuggets playoff game.

His phone suddenly beeped, which jarred him from his slumber. He looked at the time; 11:33 PM, a text from Annie E.

[Annie E.] They're in bed, can I still come over?

[Jeff] Only if you wear something sexy.

A minute later she replied.

[Annie E.] Oh you'll see ;)

[Jeff] Can't wait.

[Annie E.] If you can still think of me as a little girl once you see the outfit I'm planning to wear then there is seriously something wrong with you :D

Jeff just wanted her to get over as quickly as she could, not to have some epic text convo and run the risk of saying something that changes her mind, or her saying something that turns him off. He ended the conversation simply…ASCII boobs.

[Jeff] ( . y . )

[Annie] Pop Pop!

He set the phone down again and rose to go to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw that his hair was doing an extreme off-to-one-side thing that was too bedhead even for him and his breath was pretty rancid. A few minutes of smoothing and tooth-brushing rectified these problems, and just before he left he splashed a bit of Issey Miyake Eau de Toilette on his wrists and the front of his neck and resumed his seat on the couch.

Twenty minutes later, at nearly midnight he heard a faint knock at his door. His heart sped up as he looked over and rose. He smiled his winningest smile as he walked over and unlocked it before turning the handle.

"Hey…" He started, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw not the beaming and excited, if not a little scared face of Annie but the stone-cold and scrutinizing Abed.

"Hello Jeff…" He said in his trademark monotone. Jeff did a hard backstep.

"Why are you here, Abed!" Jeff demanded, "You couldn't call?"

"My phone is either somewhere at Pierce's, or under the seats at the theater where I saw Planet of the Apes on Wednesday." He answered coolly, "I just need to pick up my copy of Apocalypse Now: Redux. I'm having movie night tomorrow and Pavel hasn't seen it."

"So this couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

"I'm working the falafel stand from 12 until 8, there's no time." Abed answered rapid-fire.

Quicker than he usually moved, Jeff walked over to his TV, where the large DVD case of the overly-long version of the movie that was already too long sat. He opened it to make sure the disc was in the case, which it was; he had watched it a few days after Abed lent it to him. He walked back over and handed it to Abed without even looking at him.

Abed looked satisfied to hold it in his hands, "Cool…" He said as he lingered a little too long. Jeff smiled politely for a second but appeared to be antsy.

"So, you have your movie back…please go now." He motioned with his eyes down the hallway.

"You don't want to hang out? We haven't hung out in a while." Abed wondered aloud. Just as he did, he heard a 'Buzz!" from Jeff's phone, which he cast a look at quickly, but Jeff blocked him.

"I'd love to Abed, but I'm expecting some company."

"A lady?" Abed inquired, tilting his head.

"Yes Abed, a lady, and that's her."

"A new lady?" Abed inquired further.

"Yes Abed, a new lady..."

"Britta?" Abed peered deep into Jeff's eyes.

"Abed...Britta's not new, and it's not Britta." Jeff said impatiently, "Just some girl I met in Calculus."

"That's why you have that nice new cologne…Issey Miyake?"

Jeff never ceased to be amazed at Abed's perceptiveness, "…Nice guess."

"Okay. Will I see you for paintball on Sunday?"

"I got your invite, and yes, I will be there."

"Cool…cool cool cool…" Abed answered before turning, "See you, Jeff."

Jeff closed the door behind him as his phone buzzed once more. Without even reading her text, he reached over to pick up his phone and call Annie.

"Abed is in the building, hide!" He yelled into his phone when she answered on the first ring.

"Okay!" She replied and hung up before he could.

Jeff wasn't nervous or upset about this; of all the people in the group, Abed was the least judgmental and most likely would support him and Annie being together, even if just once…but still, as cool as he was about these things, his ability to keep a secret was mediocre at best.

It was better for everyone involved if he never knew why Annie was coming over at midnight on a Friday…even if the reason for that was plainly obvious to anyone with even a fraction of Abed's people-reading abilities.

In the parking lot of Jeff's complex, Annie put her phone in her purse and stalked to the side of the building, placing her back to the cold brick wall and surveying her environment like Solid Snake. After a quick second she heard the front door open, and though she didn't see his face, she instantly recognized Abed's robotic, mechanical gait as he walked forward towards the bus stop just down the street.

Just when he was fifty feet beyond the building and nearing the edge of the property, she thought she could come out, but she stopped and froze like a statue as he suddenly stopped walking and threw his nose into the air, taking in a few short sensory whiffs.

"Hmm...I know that fragrance…" She heard him say to himself as she huddled back around the corner; he must have caught a hint of her body spray. She saw him shake his head and shrug before continuing to walk. She waited until he vanished from sight before calling Jeff.

"Is he gone?" Jeff asked her without even a greeting.

"It looks like it." She replied.

"Alright, quickly now, I'll buzz you in."

"Okay."

Annie moved to the door just as Jeff set off the buzzer that unlocked it. She opened it and entered the cold fluorescent lights of the building and walked down the hall to the elevator. She got in and closed the doors quickly, riding to the second floor where Jeff's apartment was.

A few minutes later she stood by the front of his door and raised her hand to knock, but she stopped short before her hand rapped against the door. Yeah, this…Jeff and her, together, it was what she wanted…all she really wanted and the first thing she wanted in a while, but was she really ready for it?

She knew that her parents would hate Jeff, and all because of the age difference. She lied about where she was going, leaving a note on the kitchen counter that said 'Babysitting for Shirley, cell will be on, be back tomorrow - A', but what did they really know?

Her mother was Israeli, but her father was French-Dutch, and they hadn't met through some well-conceived Temple group or some kind of kosher mixer or even through mutual friends; they met in California, where her mother was an aspiring model and her father was the photographer.

Her mom was 43 and her dad was 54...even they were eleven years apart, not at all different from her 20-year-old self and 33 year old Jeff.

Love isn't how old you are, what color your skin is or where you're from; it just is what it is, indefinable and coming when you least expect it, but that doesn't mean it isn't something real and valuable.

"The heart wants what it wants when it wants it…" She thought in her head, before finally settling on two quick, gentle knocks on the white door marked 203. Jeff took only a fraction of a second to answer; he must have been waiting by his door for her, no doubt to ensure that Abed had really and truly left.

When he saw her, his eyes expanded wide open and she swore she could see a small trickle of drool form on the corner of his mouth; this wasn't cutesy travel agent Annie or obliviously sexy schoolgirl Annie…hell, it wasn't even smoking hot post-workout Annie.

Propped up by three-inch heels, she was wearing a slinky black dress that frilled out at the bottom halfway between her hips and her knees and held to her shoulder with spaghetti straps, the dress was so tight and form-fitting that it was wearing her; this was sexed-up, ready for lovin' Annie. The neckline plunged down low enough to give Jeff and anyone else a dazzling view of her chest, and when he hugged her he felt the skin along her back down right to the small above her hips. She was wearing a small bolero jacket over it; perhaps because she was aware of the effect the dress was going to have on men, or perhaps because of the crisp air on this slightly chilly summer night.

"What do you think?" She asked with a small smile and a head turn.

"...Yeah." Jeff said in a low voice.

As he pulled her in, he caught a whiff of peachberry body spray over the clean smell of Dove soap. Her hair was slightly tousled and teased, something that she was clearly biting from Britta, but also something the she was pulling off with just as much effortless style; she looked amazing.

He almost felt like an idiot; here he was in blue track pants that said 'Columbia Law' (purchased online) and a ratty white Colorado Avalanche tee, while she was dressed like Audrey Hepburn in 'Breakfast at Tiffany's', minus the jewels and the big hair.

"So, you still want to be treated like an adult?" He asked as she took off her heels.

"You know that I'm tired of people acting like I'm a little girl!" She pouted, an adorable effect considering that a little girl was the last thing she looked like in that dress.

"Trust me Annie, if you dressed like this more often, no one would think you're a little girl." Jeff was floored; he knew Annie was very attractive, but he was in no way expecting this.

"It's fun to dress up." She said with a soft voice and a smile, "But it attracts a lot of the wrong type of attention so I don't really do it too often."

"Yeah, I can imagine that it does…"

After a few seconds of silence she walked over to him and stood on his feet to kiss him. He returned the kiss for only a second before gently pushing her back.

"Not just yet…" He assuaged her slight disappointment, "You mentioned that you have no curfew, so we have some time to relax a little. I have some really nice champagne in the kitchen, I'll get us some. This is a special occasion, after all."

"Yeah."

"Alright then. Why don't you sit down on the couch and watch some TV for a few minutes?"

"Okay!" She answered as she moved to the couch and sat, instantly grabbing the remote because she had no interest in watching Sportscenter.

Ten minutes later they were huddled on the couch side-by-side, Annie with her head on Jeff's shoulder and her hand on his chest as his arm was wrapped around her. She could feel that his heart was thumping, and it made her happy to see that Jeff wanted her as much as she wanted him. On the table two large, fluted glasses were just above half-filled with clear, bubbly yellowish champagne.

Jeff never skimped on his wine; he naturally preferred Scotch or beer, so when he went for wine, he always made sure to get the good stuff because it was almost always for someone he wanted to impress. As a former defense lawyer, he was lucky to have some friends in low places; this $300 bottle of Armand de Brignac was actually one of twelve in a case that was given to him as payment after it 'fell off of a truck' by a friend who Jeff had helped greatly with his counsel.

He even cleaned his apartment, removing his dirty clothes and bachelor clutter to make sure the place was a modicum of clean. He lit a few scented candles earlier which had been blown out just before Annie arrived to lift the smell of sweat, sex and dirty dishes that perpetually lingered in the air.

This was all for Annie; she wanted it to be a special night that she would remember forever, and he wanted to ensure that she wasn't let down. If he was getting just one shot, he was damn sure going to see that it was done right.

Approximately one hour and one Law & Order rerun later, the wine was finished and he and Annie were huddled super-close together on his couch. As the ending credits rolled, Jeff reached to the coffee table and turned off the TV, but not before catching a look at the menu display; it was almost 1 AM. He looked down at Annie, her face was a bright red from both the wine and her desire.

"So…" He said slowly in the quiet apartment.

"So…" She responded.

Mere seconds later, she lunged at him, her lips capturing him and almost pushing him back, which was a shock to him; that someone so small and fragile could almost knock him over. He could taste the bubbleberry on her lips as her tongue and his tongue massaged against each other, and he could hear gentle breaths and moans escaping her lips.

When they stopped for a quick second he reached his hand down her back and with one arm he scooped her up onto his lap, so she was now straddling him. She emitted a shocked giggle as he did this; he was so strong. He moved in to gently suck on her neck and her collarbone, and damned if the gentle, high moan she made in response wasn't one of the sexiest things he'd ever heard.

They continued to kiss for a while before breaking away from each other with her on her back and him on top of her. It felt like they were kissing for just a second, but really it had been almost half an hour according to the clock on Jeff's PVR. Jeff's skin felt hot, and Annie was flushed a dark red, her eyes were unfocused and wild.

"Wanna to go to bed?" He asked.

"Yes." She responded, before leaning in to gently suck on his neck. For someone who came off so repressed all the time, Annie had extremely good technique. He reached down and placed both of his hands under the fleshy part of her butt and stood up, picking her up with him as she wrapped her legs around his midsection. He could feel the heat emanating from her groin as he walked towards his room, carrying her as she continued to nibble on his neck and ears.

Other than the massive bed, some lamps, a night table and an armoire, Jeff's bedroom was very minimalist. When he reached the door, he gently threw Annie back, where she landed on the bed and emitted a joyous squeal as she bounced off the mattress. From her hands and knees, her perfect, full breasts were revealed at their potential as a few loose, curly strands of hair partly covered her face. She regarded him with a look of lust that could rouse a man from a thirty-year coma.

"Music." He said gently as he turned back to the armoire, which had his iPod set into a Bose iPod dock. He hit 'Play' and instantly they both heard the gentle guitar rhythms of Samba Pa Ti from the surprisingly good speaker system, and he watched for a second as Annie closed her eyes and lost herself in the sound. Just after he did this, he lit one of the scented candles that stood on either side of the music. After this he smiled at her and walked towards the bed, placing his arms on either side of her as he leaned in to take her kiss. He pushed himself back so that he was on top of her.

Three hours later they both lay there, side by side, naked, sweaty and wholly gratified in the twist of Jeff's 300-count Egyptian cottons. Jeff had one hand behind his head and looked towards the ceiling with a smile. He caught a glance at his alarm clock; it was 4:15 AM. He could feel the tickle of Annie's dark, curled hair against his chest as she placed her head next to his heart. Her whole body was colored a faded red and was covered with beads of sweat, her breathing was deep and contented. He looked down at her finally with a smile.

This was not your typical 'wham-bam, thank-you-ma'am, now leave, there's the door' thing. Jeff took his time, explored her body, was gentle but forceful...or at least he started out that way. He only reverted to his original form when he saw how much that Annie was enjoying the passion and the fury of his lovemaking.

She smelled like roses and tasted like heaven-sent ambrosia, but she loved hard and with insatiable zeal; a reckless abandon and a healthy sense of inquisitiveness that belied her over-the-top innocence and conservative nature. He was happy to discover that he had been right all along in his assumptions about Annie; beneath her prudish, straight-laced exterior, there was a bad girl in there who was elated to have finally been released from her cage.

"…Wow…" She said between breaths, "That was even better than I imagined it would be."

"You've thought about it before?" He asked.

"Honestly?" She said as she looked her tired but still brilliant blue eyes into his, "Every day."

"Hmm…" Jeff sighed to himself and smiled. He also enjoyed the experience immensely, and with how red her skin was and how many times she came, he knew that it was something that she'd treasure forever…and likely something she'd want to do again. He placed his right arm around her, his hand coming to rest just above the small of her back.

There was a few seconds of silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Annie took this moment to lunge at him, frantically kissing his lips again; she tasted so sweet that it was hard to push her away.

"Again!" She begged.

"Tomorrow." He said soothingly, gently pushing her back. He needed at least four hours to recharge.

"I guess I can come back in the early afternoon…" She rose, as naked as the day she was born and in the dark Jeff could only see the faint outlines of her feminine curves as she reached over to find her dress (on the lamp in the far corner of the room, 20 points). He placed himself up on his right elbow and watched her for a second as something gnawed at the back of his neck…guilt? What had this girl done to him?

The answer is simple; she made him grow a soul...or at least helped him find the one that he had once lost.

"Dammit…" he thought; he couldn't just send her out into the night, alone, tired, confused and dehydrated. Annie wasn't like Britta and most of the other women he dated, she was young and impressionable…inexperienced. She trusted people, what if something happened to her on her way home? Jeff could never live with himself.

"Annie…"

She looked over at him, "Yes?"

"It's late…stay…unless you have to be back for the Sabbath or something."

"My family observes the Sabbath from Saturday night to Sunday morning." She replied.

"Okay...get back over here."

She squealed and practically jumped for joy, before joining him back on the bed. She placed her head in the crook of his arm, and together they breathed, slowly and quietly. Jeff realized that he could probably get used to this.

A moment later his phone buzzed; an incoming text. Without even moving from his comfortable position he reached over Annie to his night table and grabbed it, unlocking the keypad. It was a text from Troy that had been sent an hour earlier; Jeff set his phone to alert him of a text by buzzing every thirty minutes, no wonder he hadn't heard it before; for the last three hours, he was making Annie squeal louder than a Muse concert.

His neighbors were sure to complain...and this time he wasn't totally sure that they'd buy his usual 'I was watching the WTA with the volume high.' line, which surprisingly almost always worked...but you know what? He didn't care.

[Troy] Hey buddy. Abed keeps bugging me, he wants to know if someone in your complex uses peachberry body spray?

Jeff laughed quietly.

"What is it?" Annie asked, looking up at him. He passed her the phone and showed her the text, and the strangest thing happened; instead of being suddenly scared and upset, Annie just giggled and handed it back to him.

"That crazy Abed." She said softly.

"You don't have to tell me." Jeff agreed, kissing her lovingly on the forehead. He drummed up a quick message.

[Jeff] I don't know, Troy. Go to sleep.

It was a night of firsts for the both of them. Annie had obviously lost her virginity, but it also marked the first time she felt comfortable with her sexuality, comfortable in her own skin, comfortable enough to be naked in the presence of another.

For Jeff it was the first time that, after sleeping with a woman and letting her spend the night, he was looking forward to falling asleep together as much as he was looking forward to going for round two in the morning. The two of them fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

finir.