USER: Garrett's wedding was slowly winding down. Many of the guests had left when he announced he would marry his cousin Stacy, but those that remained, including the Save Greendale Committee, were finally making plans to get home. Abed volunteered to drive Annie and Britta back to their apartment. "I haven't had anything to drink. Filming documentaries is way more fun than getting drunk at a wedding, and this one may be my best one yet!" A determined look crossed his face. "I should probably get started on editing it, though. There's a LOT of material here." He gestured across the Committee. Jeff was going to call a cab, but remembered he had left a change of clothes and his apartment keys at Apartment 303. "Mind if I tag along? I have to pick some things up at the apartment." Abed shrugged. The DJ began playing a slow indie song, likely Garrett's choice, for he and Stacy's final dance of the evening. The remaining couples at the wedding sauntered onto the dance floor to join him. Jeff glanced at their group. Britta and Frankie were laughing about something with Elroy, Dean was on the phone in the corner, and Abed was helping his film crew pack up. Annie was sitting at their table, reading something on her phone. Jeff made his way to her and offered his hand. "Care to join me for a dance, M'Lady?" She peered up at him and beamed. "Of course, M'Lord!" He guided her to the floor and the two began slow dancing. As they rocked back and forth, Jeff realized this was the closest one-on-...

USER: Garrett's wedding was slowly winding down. Many of the guests had left when he announced he would marry his cousin Stacy, but those that remained, including the Save Greendale Committee, were finally making plans to get home. Abed volunteered to drive Annie and Britta back to their apartment. "I haven't had anything to drink. Filming documentaries is way more fun than getting drunk at a wedding, and this one may be my best one yet!" A determined look crossed his face. "I should probably get started on editing it, though. There's a LOT of material here." He gestured across the Committee. Jeff was going to call a cab, but remembered he had left a change of clothes and his apartment keys at Apartment 303. "Mind if I tag along? I have to pick some things up at the apartment." Abed shrugged. The DJ began playing a slow indie song, likely Garrett's choice, for he and Stacy's final dance of the evening. The remaining couples at the wedding sauntered onto the dance floor to join him. Jeff glanced at their group. Britta and Frankie were laughing about something with Elroy, Dean was on the phone in the corner, and Abed was helping his film crew pack up. Annie was sitting at their table, reading something on her phone. Jeff made his way to her and offered his hand. "Care to join me for a dance, M'Lady?" She peered up at him and beamed. "Of course, M'Lord!" He guided her to the floor and the two began slow dancing. As they rocked back and forth, Jeff realized this was the closest one-on-one time he had let himself have with Annie for quite a while. "Congratulations on your internship interview!" He smiled down at her. "We all knew you'd go on to do great things..." Annie blushed, "Thanks! I should hear next week whether I got it or not!" "That's wonderful, Annie." Jeff's look grew somber. "As excited as we all are, it's gonna be REALLY hard to let you leave, y'know?" "Jeff, I haven't even gotten it yet!" Annie put her hand on his chest. "And it would only be for a few weeks..." She flashed him her most reassuring smile. Jeff grinned and shook his head. "Annie, they're gonna love you. And they'll probably offer you a job. Which you should definitely take, by the way." "We'll cross that bridge IF we get there, Jeff!" She rested her head on his chest as the song finished up. "And IF I get it, I'll miss you all a LOT." "Not as much as I'll miss yo- WE'LL miss you!" Jeff did his best to deflect. "You better visit us!" Annie playfully smacked his shoulder. "Of course I will! We'll figure it out!" Abed turned from where his crew was loading gear. "All right, folks, the bus for 303 leaves now. Either get on or sleep in the ballroom!" Annie looked up at Jeff, meeting his eyes for longer than he was accustomed to recently. "Guess we better get going..." She gestured towards Britta and Abed shuffling out. Jeff, who was getting lost in her eyes, snapped out of his trance. "Yeah...sure. Let's go." He led her to his car and chucked his keys in Abed's direction. --- The apartment was a mess from the group's pre-gaming. The remnants of party games and half-empty drinks littered the floor and tables. Britta immediately tapped out. "I'm exhausted, friends, and MAY have drunk just a bit too much...I'll be asleep on my couch..." "She sleeps on the couch...she's a COUCHER!" Abed chimed in as Britta laughed and collapsed in a heap on her sofa. Annie seemed slightly annoyed. "Abed, Britta, we're gonna get roaches if we don't clean this up before bed!" Britta groaned and rolled over on her couch, while Abed was focused on his camera. "Annie, if you don't mind, I'll be in my room starting my editing work. You're the best at cleaning, anyway!" He put on his best smile and gave her a thumbs up. "Do you need a ride back to your place, Jeff?" Jeff shook his head. "I'll probably get a cab. You were nice enough to drive me here." Abed nodded. "See you two tomorrow!" He slipped into his room and shut the door. Annie sighed. "Well, I don't want roaches." She set her bag down and went to grab the broom. Jeff gently grabbed her arm. "Mind if I help?" Annie shook her head. "This isn't your place, Jeff. I can do it. You can head home." Jeff smiled at her. "Much as I'd love to, I don't know how much more Annie time I'll get before you leave." "Jeff, stop! Nothing is set in stone, just relax." He sighed. "Well, I'm helping you clean. End of discussion. Although I'm still a little tipsy from the wedding." He pretended to struggle to walk in a straight line. Annie giggled. "Alright, Winger, you scrub the tables and I'll sweep these snacks up...." --- Jeff's exhaustion from a long day of partying was catching up with him as he started helping Annie wash glasses. The walls he usually put up around his feelings for her were falling fast after spending so much time with her. Every time she laughed at one of his bad jokes or flashed him a beautiful smile, it got worse. Abed and Britta were asleep, so there was no buffer between them. If only that damn computer hadn't made him admit to himself how he felt last year. When her eyes would meet his, he thought of how incredible staring into them while they were finally resolving their sexual tension would be. He would mentally scold himself as his thoughts became more unclean. Bad Jeff! When her hair would fall to one side of her head, he imagined himself leaving his mark on her neck as they made love. Everyone would know she was his. VERY Bad Jeff! As she leaned over the sink, the briefest glimpse of her cleavage sent his mind into overdrive. Her breasts already lived rent-free in his head, but the idea of him worshiping them as she moaned with pleasure took center stage. He imagined them squishing against him as he thrust into her or bouncing as she rode him. Maybe she would let him finish on them. Get your mind WAY out of the gutter, you horny bastard! He picked up another glass to clean as Annie turned and knelt by the cabinets under the sink. Her purple dress hugged her curves as she looked for more dish soap. Jeff pictured her kneeling on his bed as he thrust into her from behind, gripping her ass as she screamed his name. Think of something else NOW, you piece of human garbage! Annie returned to the sink, Jeff glimpsing the creamy skin of her legs as she made her way there. He imagined her thighs squeezing around his head as he lapped at her womanhood. Get yourself together, Winger! As Jeff's eyes wandered lower, he realized Annie had swapped out her heels for slippers. He'd never been "into" feet. He hadn't done anything with any of his previous partners to suggest he was even remotely attracted to their lower extremities. They were gross, right? But when Annie slipped her bare foot out of her slipper to itch the side of her other ankle, Jeff's mind really betrayed him. The thought of sucking her toes and bathing the soles of her feet with his tongue seemed irresistible. Even more so when he pictured himself inside her while he did it. Or the thought of her stroking him with her foot... Winger, you are an insane piece of shit! What the FUCK is WRONG with you! (Continue the story. Annie asks for a foot massage. Jeff sees if he can make it fantasy a reality)uses this as an opportunity to act on his urges. Write 1000 words.)

USER: Jeff's exhaustion from a long day of partying was catching up with him as he started helping Annie wash glasses. The walls he usually put up around his feelings for her were falling fast after spending so much time with her. Every time she laughed at one of his bad jokes or flashed him a beautiful smile, it got worse. Abed and Britta were asleep, so there was no buffer between them. If only that damn computer hadn't made him admit to himself how he felt last year. When her eyes would meet his, he thought of how incredible staring into them while they were finally resolving their sexual tension would be. He would mentally scold himself as his thoughts became more unclean. Bad Jeff! When her hair would fall to one side of her head, he imagined himself leaving his mark on her neck as they made love. Everyone would know she was his. VERY Bad Jeff! As she leaned over the sink, the briefest glimpse of her cleavage sent his mind into overdrive. Her breasts already lived rent-free in his head, but the idea of him worshiping them as she moaned with pleasure took center stage. He imagined them squishing against him as he thrust into her or bouncing as she rode him. Maybe she would let him finish on them. Get your mind WAY out of the gutter, you horny bastard! He picked up another glass to clean as Annie turned and knelt by the cabinets under the sink. Her purple dress hugged her curves as she looked for more dish soap. Jeff pictured her kneeling on his bed as he thrust into her from behind, gripping her ass as she screamed his name. Think of something else NOW, you piece of human garbage! Annie returned to the sink, Jeff glimpsing the creamy skin of her legs as she made her way there. He imagined her thighs squeezing around his head as he lapped at her womanhood. Get yourself together, Winger! As Jeff's eyes wandered lower, he realized Annie had swapped out her heels for slippers. He'd never been "into" feet. He hadn't done anything with any of his previous partners to suggest he was even remotely attracted to their lower extremities. They were gross, right? But when Annie slipped her bare foot out of her slipper to itch the side of her other ankle, Jeff's mind really betrayed him. The thought of sucking her toes and bathing the soles of her feet with his tongue seemed irresistible. Even more so when he pictured himself inside her while he did it. Or the thought of her stroking him with her foot... Winger, you are an insane piece of shit! What the FUCK is WRONG with you! (Continue the story. Annie asks for a foot massage. Jeff uses this as an opportunity to act on his urges. He starts with a normal massage buts eventually starts licking her feet. Write 1000 words.)