When I Think About You (30 Rock, Jack/Liz)
Title: When I Think About You
Prompt: 100_situations #086. Languid
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Word Count: 656
Rating: R
Table: Number Two.
Summary: Jack proposes they do something that Liz is not comfortable with.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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Jack wants to watch Liz touch herself.
She remembers seeing a movie -- or TV show -- where a dude was all Oh, let me see how you pleasure yourself to some lady, and it made Liz feel... weird. Bad weird.
This makes her feel weirder. In a worse way. Maybe it shouldn't but, wow, it does.
He slowly kisses his way across her collarbone as his hand languidly moves up and down the outside of her leg. She's entirely sure she'd be enjoying herself if he hadn't just proposed she, you know, masturbate in front of him. And she kind of is, actually, despite the tension -- until he takes hold of her left wrist and places her hand on her inner thigh.
"I know you want to expand my horizons and everything," she says, moving her hand away slowly, so it won't seem like she's completely, irrationally disgusted, "and that's fine. But I'm not going to try something just because it's new."
He goes right from tenderly kissing her shoulder to giving her a wide-eyed look of surprise. "You've never pleasured yourself before?" He looks down at her hand perplexedly, as if it were an especially difficult crossword puzzle. And she supposes that, for him, trying to understand why a person wouldn't masturbate is a lot more difficult than figuring out the answer to 17 Across.
(When she told him she'd, in the past, gone years without sex and hadn't particularly missed it, he furrowed his brow as if she were speaking a language that didn't exist.)
"I didn't say... I meant I've never done... it... in front of someone. Okay, I haven't done it very often," she admits before he can voice his incredulity. "So, see, you can't learn anything from watching me. Your hand is way more familiar with my lady stuff than mine is. So... Good for your hand," she concludes haltingly.
"To be honest, I wasn't looking to learn anything. I simply thought it would be..." He does that vague, all-purpose hand gesture which never, ever prepares her for what he's going to say next. "... arousing."
"Well, that's not a good reason."
"I apologize if I sound condescending, but causing arousal is unquestionably the best reason to do something. Especially in bed."
"Not when you're the one who'd be aroused. Wait. That didn't sound right. I just mean, this isn't something you need to get in the mood. You get turned on by everything. You get turned on by the word 'dividend.'"
He lets out his God, Lemon, you said a business word groan. He has a lot of different groans, and this is the least sexy one. "Dividend is a very sexually charged word."
"It is not."
"It was number six on Fortune's list of the top one hundred most erotic terms. Are you saying you know more about sex than the editors of a business magazine?"
She frowns. "No."
"I don't understand why you can't at least try it."
"Because I don't want to. I do things you suggest when they don't weird me out. And there are plenty of things that haven't weirded me out, so. I'm allowed to veto stuff without you bugging me about it."
He nods. "Fair enough."
"You're right, it's fair. You can't believe how fair it is." She pauses. "Why am I being confrontational?"
"There aren't many questions about you I cannot answer, but I do admit I have no insight as to this. Anyway, now that masturbation is off the table, what's next on the list..." He snaps his fingers a couple of times before opening the top drawer of the nightstand and retrieving a notepad. "Let's see--"
"You literally wrote out a list of sex things? Is it for me or women in general?"
"I don't reuse sex lists, Lemon." He zeros in on something on page three. "Are you opposed to being naked on a roof?"
"Miurt."
END
Prompt: 100_situations #086. Languid
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Word Count: 656
Rating: R
Table: Number Two.
Summary: Jack proposes they do something that Liz is not comfortable with.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Jack wants to watch Liz touch herself.
She remembers seeing a movie -- or TV show -- where a dude was all Oh, let me see how you pleasure yourself to some lady, and it made Liz feel... weird. Bad weird.
This makes her feel weirder. In a worse way. Maybe it shouldn't but, wow, it does.
He slowly kisses his way across her collarbone as his hand languidly moves up and down the outside of her leg. She's entirely sure she'd be enjoying herself if he hadn't just proposed she, you know, masturbate in front of him. And she kind of is, actually, despite the tension -- until he takes hold of her left wrist and places her hand on her inner thigh.
"I know you want to expand my horizons and everything," she says, moving her hand away slowly, so it won't seem like she's completely, irrationally disgusted, "and that's fine. But I'm not going to try something just because it's new."
He goes right from tenderly kissing her shoulder to giving her a wide-eyed look of surprise. "You've never pleasured yourself before?" He looks down at her hand perplexedly, as if it were an especially difficult crossword puzzle. And she supposes that, for him, trying to understand why a person wouldn't masturbate is a lot more difficult than figuring out the answer to 17 Across.
(When she told him she'd, in the past, gone years without sex and hadn't particularly missed it, he furrowed his brow as if she were speaking a language that didn't exist.)
"I didn't say... I meant I've never done... it... in front of someone. Okay, I haven't done it very often," she admits before he can voice his incredulity. "So, see, you can't learn anything from watching me. Your hand is way more familiar with my lady stuff than mine is. So... Good for your hand," she concludes haltingly.
"To be honest, I wasn't looking to learn anything. I simply thought it would be..." He does that vague, all-purpose hand gesture which never, ever prepares her for what he's going to say next. "... arousing."
"Well, that's not a good reason."
"I apologize if I sound condescending, but causing arousal is unquestionably the best reason to do something. Especially in bed."
"Not when you're the one who'd be aroused. Wait. That didn't sound right. I just mean, this isn't something you need to get in the mood. You get turned on by everything. You get turned on by the word 'dividend.'"
He lets out his God, Lemon, you said a business word groan. He has a lot of different groans, and this is the least sexy one. "Dividend is a very sexually charged word."
"It is not."
"It was number six on Fortune's list of the top one hundred most erotic terms. Are you saying you know more about sex than the editors of a business magazine?"
She frowns. "No."
"I don't understand why you can't at least try it."
"Because I don't want to. I do things you suggest when they don't weird me out. And there are plenty of things that haven't weirded me out, so. I'm allowed to veto stuff without you bugging me about it."
He nods. "Fair enough."
"You're right, it's fair. You can't believe how fair it is." She pauses. "Why am I being confrontational?"
"There aren't many questions about you I cannot answer, but I do admit I have no insight as to this. Anyway, now that masturbation is off the table, what's next on the list..." He snaps his fingers a couple of times before opening the top drawer of the nightstand and retrieving a notepad. "Let's see--"
"You literally wrote out a list of sex things? Is it for me or women in general?"
"I don't reuse sex lists, Lemon." He zeros in on something on page three. "Are you opposed to being naked on a roof?"
"Miurt."
END