AN: Second entry for the Jeff x Annie Appreciation Week - Headcanon. Not as fluffy as the first one, because reasons.

R&R and DFTBA

Imaginary Husbands and Wives

"Well, that was an… interesting evening," Annie said, imagining Jeff ripping open his shirt and shouting to the crowd, "Bow down to Thoraxis!" Not that she hadn't seen Jeff shirtless before, he liked to show off no matter the excuse, but still. Each time it was a shock. Like looking at the sun - you shouldn't do it for too long or you'd go blind.

"Yeah, maybe nerdy conferences aren't so bad after all," Jeff agreed. He accompanied her to her room, carrying bags and boxes, a flower necklace around his neck and lipstick marks on his cheek.

"You only say that because people gave you gifts," Annie accused.

Jeff shrugged. "Thorexis takes what belongs to Thorexis."

Annie giggled. After his small performance, quite a few people approached him, asked for autographs and gave him whatever they could. Fans were intense like that.

"Well, this is my station," she stopped at the door of her room, and reached over to his shoulder and poked him. "Stop!"

"Um, what?"

Annie instantly retrieved her hand. "I mean, as if you're the bus and I push the 'stop' button so you know I want to get off..." She quickly explained, her cheeks reddening. "Never mind, it's stupid."

"Yes, but there's a potential for a joke, somewhere in there."

She shrugged. "Okay... thanks, I guess. Thank you for accompanying me."

"No problem."

"You know, since it's your room..." She gestured at the door.

"Annie, I don't need two rooms to sleep in."

"No, I know, I meant that if you want to exchange for some reason, then I'm okay with that."

"Okay. So far, I am fine with my room."

They faced each other and Annie felt the embarrassment rise, and she hated it. Anything, anything to return to their former lighthearted banter. "So... who's your favorite female character in Inspector Spacetime?"

"I don't actually watch the series, Annie..."

"But you hung around at the conference today, you saw the cosplayers. The people wearing costumes," she added for his benefit.

"Do you want me to tell you my favorite costume?"

Whatever. "Yes."

"Err..." Jeff rubbed his hand with his chin. There was a chick with light eyes and a nice figure who smiled at him just after they entered the conference. "There was that girl who wore a long yellow dress..."

"Geneva? Really?"

"If that's her name, then yes." He shrugged. "She looked a bit like a princess." She had smooth brown hair and fair skin, and he would not think for a second about the reason he found her attractive.

"I have a Geneva costume! Maybe I'll wear it for you..."

He stared at her.

"I mean, if we were married, I'd suggest we try a little game, you know, like married people do... a bit of role-playing. I'm Geneva, you're Thoraxis..." She pointed to herself and then him.

He continued to stare at her.

"Oh no, Jeff, I'm sorry," she blushed again. "What am I saying? And after I told you it was just a fantasy... I'm really sorry, I'm not going to push you into anything, I'm just babbling, blah blah blah, you know how it is..." she retreated to the door. "Now you really don't want to talk to me. Well, um, see you tomorrow!" She passed the card in the lock and walked inside quickly, closing the door behind her and leaning on it, heaving a sigh.

All these appletinis were a bad idea. Her mouth had decided to speak before consulting her mind, and now Jeff was petrified. Why did she insist on behaving like a child? The card fell to the floor as she buried her face in her hands, to hide the embarrassment.

Outside, Jeff stood staring at the door behind which Annie had disappeared. She wanted to wear the costume for him? And have role-play with him? His mind lingered on an image of Annie wearing the sexy version of the shining dress - not much material, a whole lot of skin - approaching him with a promising smile...

When he was able to snap out of the image, he went on to think about more important things, like - what else does Annie think of him? What things exactly? How much has her fantasy progressed?

There was only one way to check.

He knocked on the door. Annie opened it hesitantly a second later. "Jeff?"

He reached for her, grasping at the sides of her hips and leaning in, his lips finding hers in seconds. Another step and he was inside the room, crowding her. Annie kissed him back, and she tasted of all the lost dreams he'd never wanted to dream and now will never be able forget.

"Jeff!" she gasped, "what brought this..?" But she kept kissing him, even as he closed the door behind him, and her hands were at his chest, holding onto the fabric, pulling him to her.

He raised his head from hers, rubbing his nose to hers, and said with a devious smile: "Mrs. Winger, I believe you owe me some compensation for one appletini in the face..."

The confusion in her eyes melted into warmth, then passion. "Is that so! They do say you shouldn't go to sleep angry. Come here," and she took his hand and led him to the bed.

And then...

They did what married couples do.

Jeff continued to stand in front of the door for some 5 minutes before forcing himself to shake off the fantasy.

It won't happen because it's ridiculous. It won't happen because he shouldn't do it. Most importantly, it won't happen because he knew the difference between fantasy and real life.

He turned and went to his room.

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