It's Not Going to Stop (1/2)
Title: It's Not Going to Stop (1/2)
Author: md123
Rating: light R (sex, adultery, angst)
Pairings: Jack/Liz, Jack/Avery, Liz/Other
Word Count: 1,334 in Part 1
Spoilers: None
Summary: A completely different sequel to " Duty Calls." "When Avery returned from North Korea and interrupted their budding affair, both shared the impulse to do the decent thing."
Note: This story is incompatible with the other sequel, "Helen of Troy...". Choose your own adventure. Title inspired by this youtube.
"Jack, we have to…," pant, "stop."
Jack chose to ignore what Lemon was saying. The other signals she was sending had a different message: her nude body on top of his, pistoning up and down on him, her short breath, her moans of obvious pleasure.
No, they weren't going to stop. If she really wanted to, she could do so at any time.
**
They'd restrained themselves for almost two months. When Avery returned from North Korea and interrupted their budding affair, both shared the impulse to do the decent thing. Liz's rules about displays of affection at work helped, since when they saw each other they didn't have habits to fall back on; or rather, there were much older habits, platonic ones, that came to mind.
Yet the situation was unstable. The messy, but private, conclusion of that affair had made it clear to each of them what they'd shelved. They had felt -- no, did feel, Jack corrected himself -- something unlike either had experienced before, something raw and comprehensive. It was a force that couldn't be held back forever, but both pretended it could to preserve the routine that had gone before. And inevitably, the moment had come. Lemon contemplating something out his window, Jack coming up a little too close behind, the sudden turn and the uncomfortable distance between them. And finally, submission to their impulses, Liz pressed up against the wall and Jack pressed against her. All followed by a vow that it could never happen again.
That vow was becoming a habit itself. After a few weeks of messing around, Jack could now distinguish between Lemon visiting for an actual work purpose or for something else: something about her walk, her expression, told him how to prepare himself. Liz locking the door behind her was the most obvious signal. But they maintained the fiction that this was something spontaneous, as if somehow this absolved them of responsibility for what was happening.
Sex -- no, lovemaking -- between them had previously been sensual, but lighthearted and relaxed. But with the mode shifted to furtive encounters in his office, the mood shifted to desperate, hurried, even experimental, as if each time might be their last opportunity. And this case, on his couch, was no exception. Jack loved this view of her, sitting on top of him, her breasts moving up and down, his hands free to roam wherever they wanted. He normally liked to be a bit more in control, but in Lemon's case, with all of her past dysfunction, he really got off on her taking charge of her desires. As his hands drifted downward, they started to work her into a climax. When he heard her stifled scream, he released himself, and Liz collapsed onto his chest, panting, eyes contentingly closed.
She strongly exhaled. "I love you."
Lemon's eyes shot open in a mild panic. "I mean, I love this. THIS. Actually, just forget I said anything. We shouldn't love... this. This is wrong."
"I know." Jack left it softly, deliberately ambiguous as to what he was replying to.
Lemon, startled back into reality, got up to find her underwear. Jack loved watching her do this. He'd seen many women get dressed, of course, and most applied a little affectation to the task in his presence. Lemon was, instead, very shy about it, as if he hadn't just seen -- and enjoyed -- all she had to offer. He found her behavior adorable.
As he pulled up his own boxers, he took a chance. "Lemon, Avery's going to be out of town for the rest of the week. I'd like it if you joined me for dinner tomorrow night."
"Thursday?"
"I believe that comes after Wednesday."
She looked at him suspiciously. "Is this for business?"
"No." This was a big step, abandoning the pretense of accident. It was a conscious decision to have an affair.
Jack had just about rationalized this in his heart. His hero, Don Geiss, had had an entire secret family in Canada; weren't great men entitled to a little bit more than mere mortals? And no one had done anything wrong; Avery was gone and married to someone else when this had started. It would be unfair to Liz -- and to him -- to deny themselves something that felt so right. It was not a wandering eye finding a pretty young thing; it was a relationship with someone with purchase on his heart long before Avery, something that felt more truthful and honest to him than marriage to Avery ever had. And if this arrangement kept him sane, all the better for Liddy.
Liz frowned, bra now fastened and going for her shirt. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"You don't want to?"
"We just can't do stuff like that, Jack."
"But we can do this?"
"Well, no, but..."
"How about as friends, like the old days?"
"I think we both know what'll happen."
Jack nodded, disappointed. He wasn't going to win this fight, not now, with her libido satisfied and her mind in full guilt mode.
**
Sometimes Jack wished Liz would fight for him. Not physically, of course; but it was just too easy for him, with everything kept under wraps, to stick with the status quo. It was unfair to blame Liz, admittedly; he was the man, he had the power of decision, and he could hardly expect Lemon to swoop in and be a homewrecker; it was completely against her nature.
**
Thursday night came. Jack went home a little early to play with Liddy and let Sherry have a little more time to herself. Sherry was the only other person who knew what had happened with Avery gone, and she had displayed a fortunate reticence to inject herself into Jack's personal dramas. Jack was trying to come home early a little more often, to silently thank her for her discretion.
It was around 10:30 that he got a call from Lemon, asking him to come over with some thinly veiled excuse. His evening was looking up.
**
They were cuddling in her bed, her head on his shoulder and hand in his chest hair. It was nice to be able to relax and soak in the pleasure and the closeness again, rather than rushing to clean up. These moments were once filled with playful banter, but now the more conflicted situation covered it with a warm but brittle silence, as if saying too much would jeopardize everything.
Out of nowhere, he completed their old conversation. "I love you too, Lemon."
Liz didn't immediately react. He couldn't see her face, but after a few seconds or so he felt her face muscles tense a bit and heard a tiny sniffle. He resisted the urge to ask about it, and just held Liz a little tighter. He felt bad for Lemon; but more, he felt sorrow for himself. That there had always been time for this to happen, until there wasn't. That he'd had the opportunity for this, and through indecision left it until it was too late.
**
“Lemon, Avery has asked… again… if you’d like to come over for dinner on Saturday.”
“Agh. Jack, can you make another excuse? Just say I’m busy.”
“That excuse is wearing thin. She knows you don’t have all that much to do besides work, and seeing as how I am your boss, she holds me responsible if you’re too busy.”
“I don’t know. Say I’m seeing someone. It’s even true, in a way.”
**
“Your little idea didn’t work out so well.”
“Huh?”
“Now Avery’s invited you and your new boyfriend over to dinner. We’re going to have to find you one.”
Liz looked defeated. “I really don’t want to do this, Jack.”
“One dinner, Liz. For me." Pause. "Do you need me to find someone to stand in?"
She sighed and frowned. “I know someone that would probably be up to play the role.”
"Be warned. Avery's gaydar is very accurate."
"Good to know."
Not the end! Please continue to the next post--->.
Author: md123
Rating: light R (sex, adultery, angst)
Pairings: Jack/Liz, Jack/Avery, Liz/Other
Word Count: 1,334 in Part 1
Spoilers: None
Summary: A completely different sequel to " Duty Calls." "When Avery returned from North Korea and interrupted their budding affair, both shared the impulse to do the decent thing."
Note: This story is incompatible with the other sequel, "Helen of Troy...". Choose your own adventure. Title inspired by this youtube.
"Jack, we have to…," pant, "stop."
Jack chose to ignore what Lemon was saying. The other signals she was sending had a different message: her nude body on top of his, pistoning up and down on him, her short breath, her moans of obvious pleasure.
No, they weren't going to stop. If she really wanted to, she could do so at any time.
**
They'd restrained themselves for almost two months. When Avery returned from North Korea and interrupted their budding affair, both shared the impulse to do the decent thing. Liz's rules about displays of affection at work helped, since when they saw each other they didn't have habits to fall back on; or rather, there were much older habits, platonic ones, that came to mind.
Yet the situation was unstable. The messy, but private, conclusion of that affair had made it clear to each of them what they'd shelved. They had felt -- no, did feel, Jack corrected himself -- something unlike either had experienced before, something raw and comprehensive. It was a force that couldn't be held back forever, but both pretended it could to preserve the routine that had gone before. And inevitably, the moment had come. Lemon contemplating something out his window, Jack coming up a little too close behind, the sudden turn and the uncomfortable distance between them. And finally, submission to their impulses, Liz pressed up against the wall and Jack pressed against her. All followed by a vow that it could never happen again.
That vow was becoming a habit itself. After a few weeks of messing around, Jack could now distinguish between Lemon visiting for an actual work purpose or for something else: something about her walk, her expression, told him how to prepare himself. Liz locking the door behind her was the most obvious signal. But they maintained the fiction that this was something spontaneous, as if somehow this absolved them of responsibility for what was happening.
Sex -- no, lovemaking -- between them had previously been sensual, but lighthearted and relaxed. But with the mode shifted to furtive encounters in his office, the mood shifted to desperate, hurried, even experimental, as if each time might be their last opportunity. And this case, on his couch, was no exception. Jack loved this view of her, sitting on top of him, her breasts moving up and down, his hands free to roam wherever they wanted. He normally liked to be a bit more in control, but in Lemon's case, with all of her past dysfunction, he really got off on her taking charge of her desires. As his hands drifted downward, they started to work her into a climax. When he heard her stifled scream, he released himself, and Liz collapsed onto his chest, panting, eyes contentingly closed.
She strongly exhaled. "I love you."
Lemon's eyes shot open in a mild panic. "I mean, I love this. THIS. Actually, just forget I said anything. We shouldn't love... this. This is wrong."
"I know." Jack left it softly, deliberately ambiguous as to what he was replying to.
Lemon, startled back into reality, got up to find her underwear. Jack loved watching her do this. He'd seen many women get dressed, of course, and most applied a little affectation to the task in his presence. Lemon was, instead, very shy about it, as if he hadn't just seen -- and enjoyed -- all she had to offer. He found her behavior adorable.
As he pulled up his own boxers, he took a chance. "Lemon, Avery's going to be out of town for the rest of the week. I'd like it if you joined me for dinner tomorrow night."
"Thursday?"
"I believe that comes after Wednesday."
She looked at him suspiciously. "Is this for business?"
"No." This was a big step, abandoning the pretense of accident. It was a conscious decision to have an affair.
Jack had just about rationalized this in his heart. His hero, Don Geiss, had had an entire secret family in Canada; weren't great men entitled to a little bit more than mere mortals? And no one had done anything wrong; Avery was gone and married to someone else when this had started. It would be unfair to Liz -- and to him -- to deny themselves something that felt so right. It was not a wandering eye finding a pretty young thing; it was a relationship with someone with purchase on his heart long before Avery, something that felt more truthful and honest to him than marriage to Avery ever had. And if this arrangement kept him sane, all the better for Liddy.
Liz frowned, bra now fastened and going for her shirt. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"You don't want to?"
"We just can't do stuff like that, Jack."
"But we can do this?"
"Well, no, but..."
"How about as friends, like the old days?"
"I think we both know what'll happen."
Jack nodded, disappointed. He wasn't going to win this fight, not now, with her libido satisfied and her mind in full guilt mode.
**
Sometimes Jack wished Liz would fight for him. Not physically, of course; but it was just too easy for him, with everything kept under wraps, to stick with the status quo. It was unfair to blame Liz, admittedly; he was the man, he had the power of decision, and he could hardly expect Lemon to swoop in and be a homewrecker; it was completely against her nature.
**
Thursday night came. Jack went home a little early to play with Liddy and let Sherry have a little more time to herself. Sherry was the only other person who knew what had happened with Avery gone, and she had displayed a fortunate reticence to inject herself into Jack's personal dramas. Jack was trying to come home early a little more often, to silently thank her for her discretion.
It was around 10:30 that he got a call from Lemon, asking him to come over with some thinly veiled excuse. His evening was looking up.
**
They were cuddling in her bed, her head on his shoulder and hand in his chest hair. It was nice to be able to relax and soak in the pleasure and the closeness again, rather than rushing to clean up. These moments were once filled with playful banter, but now the more conflicted situation covered it with a warm but brittle silence, as if saying too much would jeopardize everything.
Out of nowhere, he completed their old conversation. "I love you too, Lemon."
Liz didn't immediately react. He couldn't see her face, but after a few seconds or so he felt her face muscles tense a bit and heard a tiny sniffle. He resisted the urge to ask about it, and just held Liz a little tighter. He felt bad for Lemon; but more, he felt sorrow for himself. That there had always been time for this to happen, until there wasn't. That he'd had the opportunity for this, and through indecision left it until it was too late.
**
“Lemon, Avery has asked… again… if you’d like to come over for dinner on Saturday.”
“Agh. Jack, can you make another excuse? Just say I’m busy.”
“That excuse is wearing thin. She knows you don’t have all that much to do besides work, and seeing as how I am your boss, she holds me responsible if you’re too busy.”
“I don’t know. Say I’m seeing someone. It’s even true, in a way.”
**
“Your little idea didn’t work out so well.”
“Huh?”
“Now Avery’s invited you and your new boyfriend over to dinner. We’re going to have to find you one.”
Liz looked defeated. “I really don’t want to do this, Jack.”
“One dinner, Liz. For me." Pause. "Do you need me to find someone to stand in?"
She sighed and frowned. “I know someone that would probably be up to play the role.”
"Be warned. Avery's gaydar is very accurate."
"Good to know."
Not the end! Please continue to the next post--->.