I did it again. Woops. Sexy Annie/Abed!

Short and sweet. Brace yourselves. It gets graphic real quick, followed by fluff. 

Annie had never felt quite like this. She had always assumed there was something unfulfilled about drunk sex. Like, it wouldn’t be as real or as pleasurable because your senses would be dulled and reaction time slower. 

She wasn’t upset about being wrong this time.

She could feel her blood rushing hot through her veins. Her tender parts between her legs felt like they were swollen, full, ready to burst from arousal. She had read romance novels where the words told that a woman arched her back involuntarily, but didn’t know what it meant until her hips rose to meet his like there were magnets on them both. 

Annie found herself grasping her own hair and tugging at it for reasons she could not explain. She wrapped her legs around his waist because it seemed like the thing to do. It was like she was using the muscles inside her for the first time, clenching up with an effort she never had before because it felt so good to feel him push into her.

She kept noticing that her nails were digging into his back. She would relax her hands, hold him tighter with just her palms, but then he would kiss her neck and her claws would come out again.

She made noises she had always thought people didn’t really make, replied to every single cheesy question he asked, and chanted his name as she came.

“Abed, Abed, Abed, Abed”

…

Annie awoke, not with a start, but gradually. Her eyes were full of crud, and the sheets were bunched up around her in uncomfortable ways. She shifted around until she found a more comfortable position and yawned. 

Her head hurt, but it wasn’t too bad. She was use to head aches. An anti inflammatory and some coffee would fix her right up. 

Last night was there, in her mind, but she wasn’t awake enough to process it quite yet. She blinked a couple time and yawned again. Abed was still in her bed with her, still seemingly asleep, and yet she wasn’t panicking.

Annie rubbed her eyes and looked over at him. Abed’s hair was a mess, his lips half-parted, and his lovely copper skin seemed to go on for miles and miles. They were both naked, and that realization is what caused the embarrassment to begin creeping up on her. 

Annie blushed and tugged the sheet up to her neck. The readjustment of the bed covers caused Abed to roll over so that he was facing her. He blinked, waking up. They stared into each others eyes for a few long moments.

“H-hi.” Annie said softly.

“Hi.” Abed said. His voice was the same as usual, and Annie couldn’t figure out why she had thought it would be different.

“So…” Annie bit her bottom lip.

She had no idea what to say. What had Britta and Jeff talked about after the first time they slept together? Had they immediately worked out a schedule of when and where they could do it again without the study group noticing? Maybe they would have slipped right into their usual banter. Did Annie and Abed even have banter? They bickered about their contrasting reality some times, but usually they were content to spend time together without a lot of talking, watching TV, studying, or both in tandem. Annie studied Abed’s face, the same way he seemed to be studying hers.

“I vote we suspend this awkward conversation in favor of having fifteen more minutes of sleep.” Abed said suddenly.

“I second that.” Annie sighed audibly with relief.

“Motion passed.” Abed declared. He reached down for his pants, where he had discarded them on the floor the night before, and retrieved his phone. 

Annie rolled over so that she was no longer facing him, and heard rather than saw him set the alarm for fifteen minutes. She closed her eyes and settled back into the warmth of her bed. When Abed laid back down and wrapped his arms around her, spooning her from behind, she found that dozing off again was much easier that she thought possible.