Step 1: Find a Standard Deck of Playing Cards (Jack/Liz)
Title: Step 1: Find a Standard Deck of Playing Cards
Author: michellek
For: picfor1000
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: The first four mornings following a drunken sexual encounter between Jack and Liz.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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1.
When Liz wakes, she's aware that Jack is next to her. In bed. Naked.
She finds this surprising. And not in the way one might think.
She's always been told -- by Jenna -- that there's a moment the morning after a night of drunken sex where you're all 'What happened? And where am I?' before you realize the truth. But Liz knows what -- and who -- she did. And not just because Jack's arm is draped over her and his hand is near her boob. Oh God, what has she done? In the bigger picture 'I'm going to see him every day until I die, so how the hell am I supposed to not feel weird about this?' way.
Well. She won't have to see him every day until she's dead. But she will feel weird about this.
She slips out from underneath his arm and falls onto the floor. Which is something she's going to feel embarrassed about. But when she peeks back at the bed, he's still asleep. Either he's a sound sleeper or he got drunker than she did last night.
In any case, she's getting out of here as soon as possible. She dresses quickly. She sprints through Jack's place quickly.
"I slept on the couch," she tells the elevator operator. "With all my clothes on."
He stares straight ahead.
It's kind of creepy.
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2.
"So." Liz sits down. "Hey."
"Good morning."
"Things... have been kind of weird between us lately, huh?"
Jack nods. "It's to be expected. Any relationship is like a house of cards. You think you've built it well, that nothing could topple it. But try to add another card, like an impulsive sexual encounter, and you might make it fall down, giving your mother another reason to call you a failure."
She hesitates. "Okay. Wait, our house of cards fell down?"
"You believe it to be currently standing?"
"I thought... maybe it fell halfway down--"
"Have you ever built a house of cards?"
"What difference does it make? What I'm saying is I can't have us being awkward around each other forever. I know we only had one day of awkwardness, but you're my boss--"
He waves his hand. "I understand. It's best to begin rebuilding a house of cards before too much time passes and you start to become discouraged--"
"Stop with the house of cards stuff. Just tell me how we get past the... sex thing."
"We do what reasonable adults do, Lemon. We pretend that it never happened. Forget that I've touched your breasts; that you called me a sexy bear."
"I don't remember saying that. At all."
"Then I suppose you don't recall your use of the term 'honey pot.'"
Liz scrunches up her face. "Are you sure you're thinking about me?"
"Very sure." He studies her for a few seconds too long. "I have an excellent memory, especially when it comes to sex. Which, though it cuts down on mixing up women I've slept with, may make it more difficult to ignore the fact that I've seen you naked. But, again, we're reasonable adults. I'm sure we can move past this."
Liz nods. "Yeah. Of course we can. We're reasonable adults. So we had sex once. Big deal."
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3.
His hands are on the back of her thighs as he enters her. She wraps her legs tighter around him as she leans back and holds onto his shoulders. Resting one hand against the wall, he keeps the other on her leg, fingers pressing against her flesh. An exhalation of breath, her uttering his name, and then he's moving inside her.
So. This is how people do it standing up. She supposes this is how she envisioned it, except she never pictured it happening between her and Jack at seven in the morning. And she never imagined it being good, but this is... good. Though she wasn't supposed to be having any more sex with Jack. Especially not while sober. But she's entirely sober, and she had two cups of coffee this morning so she's very alert and son-of-a-bitch why does this feel so good? Why is she surprised? She had evidence to support the idea that he's good at sex stuff.
Ugh, is that why she's doing this? Because she's sex-starved? Because she can't resist him?
That's not right. But it's good, even up to the end, when they're all sweaty and gross and she has to find a semi-elegant way to return her feet to the ground. He helps her with the second part, at least.
"So." She exhales. "I guess our house of cards--"
"I thought you were done with that metaphor."
"I thought we were done with having sex."
"You shouldn't have worn a skirt--" He appears to be doing a quick calculation in his head. "--for at least seventeen days. If the sex had been less satisfying, it would've been less time, of course--"
"You didn't tell me I wasn't supposed to wear a skirt for any length of time."
"I didn't think I had to."
She rolls her eyes. "Well, I'm sorry I didn't know the etiquette of doing it with my boss. We're not all as worldly as you."
"I accept your apology."
Then he's kissing her again and she's kissing him back, and what is she doing? Maybe she should ask him what he's doing; it might give her perspective. So: "What are you doing?"
"That's fairly obvious, isn't it?"
"Okay, what are we doing?"
"We're agreeing that we can't ignore our mutual attraction and to try to do so would be pointless and detrimental. To continue yesterday's metaphor, which you seem to have embraced after all, we're building a new, more complex house of cards."
She tilts her head. Quirks an eyebrow. "Is that what we're doing?"
"If not that, then what are we doing?"
She ponders this for a moment, looking for the logical 'not wanting to do it with Jack' part of her brain, but. She thinks she might've been missing that part of her for a while.
Damn it.
"Yeah," she says. "That's what we're doing."
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4.
She goes into work wearing a skirt. The previous day's skirt.
New card house, and all that.
Strangely, she doesn't feel too weird about it.
END
Author: michellek
For: picfor1000
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: The first four mornings following a drunken sexual encounter between Jack and Liz.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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*
1.
When Liz wakes, she's aware that Jack is next to her. In bed. Naked.
She finds this surprising. And not in the way one might think.
She's always been told -- by Jenna -- that there's a moment the morning after a night of drunken sex where you're all 'What happened? And where am I?' before you realize the truth. But Liz knows what -- and who -- she did. And not just because Jack's arm is draped over her and his hand is near her boob. Oh God, what has she done? In the bigger picture 'I'm going to see him every day until I die, so how the hell am I supposed to not feel weird about this?' way.
Well. She won't have to see him every day until she's dead. But she will feel weird about this.
She slips out from underneath his arm and falls onto the floor. Which is something she's going to feel embarrassed about. But when she peeks back at the bed, he's still asleep. Either he's a sound sleeper or he got drunker than she did last night.
In any case, she's getting out of here as soon as possible. She dresses quickly. She sprints through Jack's place quickly.
"I slept on the couch," she tells the elevator operator. "With all my clothes on."
He stares straight ahead.
It's kind of creepy.
*
2.
"So." Liz sits down. "Hey."
"Good morning."
"Things... have been kind of weird between us lately, huh?"
Jack nods. "It's to be expected. Any relationship is like a house of cards. You think you've built it well, that nothing could topple it. But try to add another card, like an impulsive sexual encounter, and you might make it fall down, giving your mother another reason to call you a failure."
She hesitates. "Okay. Wait, our house of cards fell down?"
"You believe it to be currently standing?"
"I thought... maybe it fell halfway down--"
"Have you ever built a house of cards?"
"What difference does it make? What I'm saying is I can't have us being awkward around each other forever. I know we only had one day of awkwardness, but you're my boss--"
He waves his hand. "I understand. It's best to begin rebuilding a house of cards before too much time passes and you start to become discouraged--"
"Stop with the house of cards stuff. Just tell me how we get past the... sex thing."
"We do what reasonable adults do, Lemon. We pretend that it never happened. Forget that I've touched your breasts; that you called me a sexy bear."
"I don't remember saying that. At all."
"Then I suppose you don't recall your use of the term 'honey pot.'"
Liz scrunches up her face. "Are you sure you're thinking about me?"
"Very sure." He studies her for a few seconds too long. "I have an excellent memory, especially when it comes to sex. Which, though it cuts down on mixing up women I've slept with, may make it more difficult to ignore the fact that I've seen you naked. But, again, we're reasonable adults. I'm sure we can move past this."
Liz nods. "Yeah. Of course we can. We're reasonable adults. So we had sex once. Big deal."
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3.
His hands are on the back of her thighs as he enters her. She wraps her legs tighter around him as she leans back and holds onto his shoulders. Resting one hand against the wall, he keeps the other on her leg, fingers pressing against her flesh. An exhalation of breath, her uttering his name, and then he's moving inside her.
So. This is how people do it standing up. She supposes this is how she envisioned it, except she never pictured it happening between her and Jack at seven in the morning. And she never imagined it being good, but this is... good. Though she wasn't supposed to be having any more sex with Jack. Especially not while sober. But she's entirely sober, and she had two cups of coffee this morning so she's very alert and son-of-a-bitch why does this feel so good? Why is she surprised? She had evidence to support the idea that he's good at sex stuff.
Ugh, is that why she's doing this? Because she's sex-starved? Because she can't resist him?
That's not right. But it's good, even up to the end, when they're all sweaty and gross and she has to find a semi-elegant way to return her feet to the ground. He helps her with the second part, at least.
"So." She exhales. "I guess our house of cards--"
"I thought you were done with that metaphor."
"I thought we were done with having sex."
"You shouldn't have worn a skirt--" He appears to be doing a quick calculation in his head. "--for at least seventeen days. If the sex had been less satisfying, it would've been less time, of course--"
"You didn't tell me I wasn't supposed to wear a skirt for any length of time."
"I didn't think I had to."
She rolls her eyes. "Well, I'm sorry I didn't know the etiquette of doing it with my boss. We're not all as worldly as you."
"I accept your apology."
Then he's kissing her again and she's kissing him back, and what is she doing? Maybe she should ask him what he's doing; it might give her perspective. So: "What are you doing?"
"That's fairly obvious, isn't it?"
"Okay, what are we doing?"
"We're agreeing that we can't ignore our mutual attraction and to try to do so would be pointless and detrimental. To continue yesterday's metaphor, which you seem to have embraced after all, we're building a new, more complex house of cards."
She tilts her head. Quirks an eyebrow. "Is that what we're doing?"
"If not that, then what are we doing?"
She ponders this for a moment, looking for the logical 'not wanting to do it with Jack' part of her brain, but. She thinks she might've been missing that part of her for a while.
Damn it.
"Yeah," she says. "That's what we're doing."
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4.
She goes into work wearing a skirt. The previous day's skirt.
New card house, and all that.
Strangely, she doesn't feel too weird about it.
END