Fic Title: Doesn't Mean I'm In Love Tonight
Genre: post-ep, 2.15 "Early 21st Century Romanticism"
Why This Must Be Read: So, who here loves Jeff/Britta fics? *cough* This fic goes off the fandom convention that Jeff and Britta have been secretly doing friends-with-benefits sexin'. A large majority of S2 eps have had these really subtle hints that this could be a possibility, and how much do I love that someone in the Britta/Jeff fandom went and wrote fic for it? Perfectly in character, with banter and innuendo.
Britta's not sure why she texts him but she plops down on the well worn couch in her apartment and fires off a text before she can really stop to think about it. "I kissed a girl." She tosses it down haphazardly onto a nearby coffee table as she sits up so she can take off her boots. Seriously, why does she do it? He had gotten angry at all of them earlier and over BNL of all things. It's not like she had any huge affection for the band but it was undeniably fun to yell at Jeff.
Her phone chimes with that ever increasingly annoying jingle she chose for texts (she just hasn't found a good Sounds of Africa tone to replace it yet) and she picks her phone up to read the screen. "And you liked it...?" Her mouth twists into a frown as she rolls her eyes. Her fingers type a quick reply as her frown turns itself into a smirk. "You're so funny Katy Perry, when did you turn into a comedian?, And she was better than you."