30 Rock, General Series. #090. It
Title: Uncovered
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Prompt: drabbles100 #090. It
Word Count: 468
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Table is here.
Summary: "We did it." An all-dialogue morning after.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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"We did it. We did it. We did it. We did it."
"Are you running lines for something, Lemon? Because I'm curious about the timing of your mini-rehearsal, and I can't say which reading is most effective, as I don't know the specifics of the scene."
"What the hell is wrong with you? I'm talking about the fact that we had sex."
"I'm well aware of that fact, so you hardly had to point it out to me. And the repetition was unnecessary and, frankly, rather confusing."
"Why are you so calm? You're freaking me out."
"I hardly think I'm to blame for your agitation."
"You're part of it. A big part. If you hadn't done it with me, I wouldn't have done it with you, so I wouldn't be freaking out to begin with. And if you weren't so calm, I wouldn't be freaking out more. So, yeah, you're mostly to blame for this. What are you doing?"
"What?"
"Your hand's on my stomach."
"And?"
"It's making me uncomfortable."
"This is hardly the most intimate place on your body that my hand has--"
"Oh God, stop talking."
"Fine. If you insist, I will not touch you and I will stop talking about where my hand has been. But I can't stay entirely silent."
"Okay. Fair enough."
"Is it really so awful that we had sex?"
"Yes."
"I will admit, I wasn't expecting that answer."
"Really?"
"I'd hoped I had satisfied--"
"I don't mean that the sex was awful. I mean that I slept with my crazy boss on some sort of insane whim and I feel gross."
"Well, that certainly doesn't make me feel better."
"Sorry. I didn't mean that."
"You didn't?"
"Okay, I did. A little. I wasn't planning on doing this, you are kind of crazy, and only skanks have sex with their bosses."
"That also doesn't make me feel better."
"I just... maybe I should go."
"No, you shouldn't."
"You're right, I shouldn't. This is my apartment."
"Well, yes, but that's not what I meant. I think we should try--"
"The sex wasn't bad, okay? You don't have to make it up to me."
"I was going to say that I wish to discuss the possibility of us attempting a relationship. After you get over your disgust, that is."
"Oh."
"If it's even possible to move on from the horror you're experiencing."
"Well... Maybe. I don't know. Yes. Let's have dinner."
"I didn't think you'd acquiesce so quickly."
"It's pretty weird, huh? I actually don't get it, either."
"Perhaps, underneath your initial distress, you mostly aren't horrified by the idea of us."
"Well, yeah. But it should've taken longer to uncover."
"It obviously wasn't buried that deeply."
"I guess it wasn't."
"Is it okay if I touch you now?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
END
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Prompt: drabbles100 #090. It
Word Count: 468
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Table is here.
Summary: "We did it." An all-dialogue morning after.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
*
"We did it. We did it. We did it. We did it."
"Are you running lines for something, Lemon? Because I'm curious about the timing of your mini-rehearsal, and I can't say which reading is most effective, as I don't know the specifics of the scene."
"What the hell is wrong with you? I'm talking about the fact that we had sex."
"I'm well aware of that fact, so you hardly had to point it out to me. And the repetition was unnecessary and, frankly, rather confusing."
"Why are you so calm? You're freaking me out."
"I hardly think I'm to blame for your agitation."
"You're part of it. A big part. If you hadn't done it with me, I wouldn't have done it with you, so I wouldn't be freaking out to begin with. And if you weren't so calm, I wouldn't be freaking out more. So, yeah, you're mostly to blame for this. What are you doing?"
"What?"
"Your hand's on my stomach."
"And?"
"It's making me uncomfortable."
"This is hardly the most intimate place on your body that my hand has--"
"Oh God, stop talking."
"Fine. If you insist, I will not touch you and I will stop talking about where my hand has been. But I can't stay entirely silent."
"Okay. Fair enough."
"Is it really so awful that we had sex?"
"Yes."
"I will admit, I wasn't expecting that answer."
"Really?"
"I'd hoped I had satisfied--"
"I don't mean that the sex was awful. I mean that I slept with my crazy boss on some sort of insane whim and I feel gross."
"Well, that certainly doesn't make me feel better."
"Sorry. I didn't mean that."
"You didn't?"
"Okay, I did. A little. I wasn't planning on doing this, you are kind of crazy, and only skanks have sex with their bosses."
"That also doesn't make me feel better."
"I just... maybe I should go."
"No, you shouldn't."
"You're right, I shouldn't. This is my apartment."
"Well, yes, but that's not what I meant. I think we should try--"
"The sex wasn't bad, okay? You don't have to make it up to me."
"I was going to say that I wish to discuss the possibility of us attempting a relationship. After you get over your disgust, that is."
"Oh."
"If it's even possible to move on from the horror you're experiencing."
"Well... Maybe. I don't know. Yes. Let's have dinner."
"I didn't think you'd acquiesce so quickly."
"It's pretty weird, huh? I actually don't get it, either."
"Perhaps, underneath your initial distress, you mostly aren't horrified by the idea of us."
"Well, yeah. But it should've taken longer to uncover."
"It obviously wasn't buried that deeply."
"I guess it wasn't."
"Is it okay if I touch you now?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
END