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Wanting to Talk	By : AnnieNadir Category: 1 through F > Community Views: 2402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Wanting to Talk
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Troy was gone, and the apartment was painfully quiet.
Well, except for the sounds of Inspector Space-Time that were coming from the tv, and the sound of the water running in the bathroom.
Abed heard the pipes squeak as the water was shut off, and he estimated a few more minutes before Annie emerged clothed from her shower.
Wanting to talk.
Abed knew that as soon as Troy had spilled the beans about the fake Facebook profile that he was in more trouble than he had just been in for the trackers. When he had looked across the table, Annie looked genuinely hurt, but he knew they would have to face it sooner or later – Annie hardly ever just let anything go, but he really did care about her so he chose to deal with it when she wanted to.
He was surprised when the door opened almost immediately, and Annie sat down on the arm of his recliner in her robe. She slid her legs between his, her right calf resting against the crotch of his pajama bottoms. She was holding the top of the robe closed as he lifted his head to look at her.
"So what was it you wanted to talk about?" His eyes fell back to the television. Annie shifted herself slightly, her leg rubbing against him and bringing his attention back to her.
"How about we start with the guy you made up and tricked me into being in a relationship with."
"I didn't trick you." He wanted to say conversation over. Troy had just left him, the last thing he wanted for Annie to get mad and leave him too. Abed stopped that train of thought, even the last time Troy had left Annie remained by him. He rested a hand on her knee, feeling the bare flesh beneath his fingers.
"Then what would you say it was, Abed?" She shifted again, sliding off of the arm of the recliner ever so slightly. He could almost feel her weight on his thigh.
"I lied. It's not the first time. The past few guys you've met online have been me." The hand on her knee had started to slide up. He had been making fake Facebook profiles for a while, talking to her... he knew what she thought, how much of a fan girl and a freak she could be. "I have to say, you really surprised me with a few things. Like your role play fantasies."
Annie's face was red, and he wasn't entirely sure if it was from anger. "That was you? Why would you let it get that far?"
"Why would you? As far as you knew these were men that you had never even met before. What if one of them had had the intention of hurting you?" The anger that cracked his voice was a shock to even him. The thought had kept him up thinking many nights, and he had a good bit of choice words for her on the subject. "You should be glad it was me. One of those men could have been a killer, Annie."
Abed pulled his hand away from her, and she stared at him in shock. "Abed..."
"No, you don't get to 'Abed' me, Annie. I'm serious. You put yourself out there and if one of those men had been a real psychopath, what would have stopped them from finding you in person? Who's to say you wouldn't have even asked them meet up with you?" His dark eyes were glittering with anger, and hers were wet at this point. Troy would have told him he was being too mean, but Troy wasn't there. He cared about her, and the utter lack of security or self-control she had shown over the months of talking to what she thought were random men was just plain stupid. Abed would like to believe that the girl wasn't stupid.
Annie sniffled, breaking Abed's internal rant. He looked up at her wet cheeks and mentally groaned. Wrapping one arm around her, he scooped her onto his thigh and pulled her against his chest. He cupped her chin in his free hand, bringing her eyes to meet his.
"I'm sorry." She whispered it, it almost sounded like she was scared to say it. The thought that he scared her made his heart hurt with sudden regret. She moved her hands from the front of her robe to wrap them around his neck, and he slid down a little in his seat to redistribute her weight from his left leg.
"I told you, like, everything Abed. I really liked whoever was talking to me." She nuzzled her face into his collar bone, and he laid his hand against the small of her back. A small smile stretched the corners of his mouth upwards.
"Me too." His fingers started making patterns on her back. "And for the record, I didn't lie about anything that I said to you online. The breakups were Troy taking my phone."
"So, for the record, how long has this been going on?" Annie's fingers found the hair at the nap of his neck, weaving into it.
"About nine months." She shifted slightly, brushing against his crotch again. Abed couldn't help the reaction he was having, and had no doubt that she would notice the tent forming in his pajamas. "And to answer your next question, yes we have technically been in an online relationship for three quarters of a year."
"Well then..." Annie pushed herself off him, only to slide both legs onto either side of his. He could feel her weight on his lower abdomen, and was painfully aware of exactly how naked she was under her robe. Said robe slid down her shoulders, pulling apart to revel her breasts as she placed her hands on his chest. It took everything he had to keep his eyes on hers. "I guess then technically it would be time to take it to the next level."
"Was that permission?" He waited for her head to bob in agreement before grabbing her hips and rising up to take a nipple in his mouth. Annie moaned as she reached behind her, freeing him from his pajama bottoms and taking his member in her hand. He picked her up by the hips, pushing her back slightly to readjust them. Annie pushed herself back forward, sliding him through her lips and rubbing his head against her clit.
She rocked her body slowly, using her hand to keep the head of his member against the bundle of nerves until he was slick with her own juices. Abed caught her nipple between his teeth, biting gently as his hands gripped her ass. He moaned as he spilled his seed, and Annie threw her head back as the hot liquid shot against her clit. Still she continued to torture him, circling her hips to rub the most sensitive part of him against the most sensitive part of herself.
"Annie..." The unspoken beg was answered as she lifted her hips and positioned him at her opening, hot and wet with their combined bodily fluids. She slowly lowered herself onto him, fisting her hand in his hair and bringing his mouth to her collar bone. Abed stretched his neck a little further to take the flesh on the junction of her neck and shoulder into his mouth, biting down as his hands grabbed her hips and slammed her the rest of the way down. Annie let would a soft squeal as her walls stretched to accommodate him.
He ran his nails up her back, feeling her shudder. As she lifted herself up, he stopped her when just his head remained inside of her and grabbed her shoulders, slamming her back down onto him.
"I'm not very experienced at this." She apologized softly. He responded by wrapping his arms around her and shifted to stand. Annie wrapped her legs around his waist to keep from falling, her arms coming around his neck.
"Floor or wall?"
~
Abed Nadir is in a relationship with Annie Edison
Jeff stared at the Facebook notification, a smirk threatening to crack his face in half. Britta looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "What are you grinning about?"
"Check Facebook." Britta's resounding squeal made him grin even wider.
~
Abed set his phone down, lacing his fingers back through Annie's. They were curled up on her bed, a movie pulled up on the laptop just within arm’s reach.
He would never admit it, but he actually enjoyed The Notebook – if Troy ever found out it would be serious loss of manly points, however the way that Annie moved against him at each critical moment made him enjoy it even more.
Both of their phones started going off at the same time. Her screen read Britta, while his read Winger.
Annie giggled, reaching over to pause the movie and grab her phone. "That didn't take long."
"You know they're sitting right next to each other."
"I know." She said as they both answered their phones.
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