If I've Told You Once (30 Rock, Jack/Liz)
Title: If I've Told You Once
Prompt: 100_situations #014. Table
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Spoilers: through "The One With the Cast of 'Night Court'"
Word Count: 1,608
Rating: NC-17
Table: Number Two.
Summary: Liz has a good rule.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Liz decided they wouldn't do any more sex stuff at work after the last time they did it in Jack's office, when Jonathan came back from his unnecessary errands earlier than expected. Sure, the door was locked so Jonathan didn't see any of their... business, but it was still freaky. If there's one voice she doesn't want to hear while Jack is inside her, it's... her mother's. Or Bianca's. Or Claire's. Or her father's. Or Colleen's. But Jonathan is up there. And, really, she doesn't want to hear any third party talking when she and Jack are doing it. So she decided they were only going to have sex in one of their apartments from then on.
But she didn't say they couldn't kiss, which is how Jack got her to engage in this make out session on the couch in her office. The fact that she's not stopping it even though he has his hand on her boob is completely her fault -- it's her rule, not his, so he doesn't care about breaking it -- but it's hard to stop herself with him.
It's weird. Well, Jack doesn't think it's weird. He thinks it's perfectly natural his abilities in the bedroom, coupled with her years of sexual frustration at the hands of inept partners and stretches of time with no partners at all, would cause her to desire him intensely.
After he gave this little speech, she rolled her eyes. But then he leaned in and said, "It's true that your desire for me is... intense, isn't it?" and...
They ended up doing it on his kitchen counter.
His hands move over her as their current kissing becomes more heated. He gently guides her back on the couch and kneels in front of her. She grabs his tie and pulls him closer, and he responds with a quick, close-mouthed kiss. He pushes up her skirt as he settles over her but doesn't make any attempt to remove his clothing or her own. Bracing himself on his forearms, he alternates between kissing her mouth and her neck. She can't stop her moans and, when she feels his erection press against her, her first instinct is to pull down his zipper and let him push her panties to the side. But... her rule. Is a good rule.
"Stop, stop," Liz says, and Jack does.
"What?" he says. "Do you want to get on top?"
"No! I want to do what I said I was going to do and not have sex with you where we work."
"You can't possibly stick to that rule when no one is on this floor but the two of us. Trust me, you'll hear no voices but ours while we're being intimate."
"We shouldn't. Really."
She pushes him away, and he sits up. He's silent as she gets off the couch and smoothes her hands over her skirt. She moves behind the desk to get her shoes and sits in her chair to put them on. He sighs, frowning as if something terribly, horribly, unspeakably awful had just happened.
God, Jack can be annoying.
She gets her purse and walks to the door. He's still frowning as he picks up his jacket and follows her. A few steps outside her office, she stops and turns to him.
"Dude, are you seriously going to pout because I didn't have sex with you?"
"I'm not pouting. I'm in a daze of sexual disappointment."
"Which is making you pout. Stop it."
He exhales, says very seriously, "I'm aroused, Lemon."
"Um, I know. So am I, but I can wait to do it until we get to your place."
"Yes, but your arousal isn't visible to anyone you pass by and doesn't hinder your ability to walk."
She furrows her brow. "Just... I don't know. Think of someone you don't want to have sex with or go to the bathroom and deal with yourself."
"That's a ridiculous waste of an erection when I'm currently in the presence of a woman who can appreciate said erection."
She rolls her eyes and starts to turn, but Jack slides his arm around her and pulls her close, initiating a kiss she doesn't resist. He throws his jacket to the side and she lets her purse fall to the floor. He starts to move, guiding her to the writers' table until she's pressed against it.
"I should stick to the rule. It's a good rule," she says.
"It's an absolutely terrible rule."
Now, she's pouting. "I can't do it in the same room where Frank has his farting contests. Three different kinds of farting contests."
"Horrible things have happened in practically every location I've done it at, Lemon." He takes off his tie and throws it to the ground. "I can assure you Frank's competitive flatulence won't be on your mind."
He sinks to his knees and swiftly pushes up her skirt before kissing her through her panties. She lets out an oh and, though she sounds excited, she's mostly annoyed. This is completely unfair. How would Jack like it if she tried to use oral sex to influence him? Well, he'd probably love it. And oral sex as a prelude to intercourse makes sense. It's worked well for them before.
So. Okay. This is probably fair. Also, she kind of completely wants to break her rule.
It's not such a great rule.
He presses his tongue against the damp spot in her panties, then gently closes his lips over her. She groans his name and doesn't stop him from slipping her underwear down her legs.
"Lie down," he says, and she obeys after she steps out of her shoes.
Her ass is near the edge of the table but after he settles between her parted legs, he pulls her even closer. She sucks in a breath; him doing this to her still kind of freaks her out. It's so... weird, him looking at her... stuff. Her being so exposed. But she can't complain about how it feels. About how much he seems to enjoy doing it. It's probably an act, but this is one of the things he can feign very well. And she appreciates this skill; there's something incredibly sexy about the way he moans while he kisses and licks her. She can feel it and hear it and when he does it near her clit--
"Oh God."
She moves one hand to the back of his head as the other grips the edge of the table. He starts to focus on the tiny bundle of nerves, flicking his tongue against it as her body starts to tense. He usually doesn't try to make her come so soon, but he's probably eager to move to the main event. And, sure enough, not too long after him taking her clit into his mouth makes her shudder and cry out, he's standing up and unbuttoning his pants. He pushes them down, then his boxers. She wraps her legs around him as she lifts her hips to meet him. His fingers are pressing against the outsides of her thighs as he pushes inside her. He's motionless for a moment after he's completely buried inside her, and she lets out a sigh. He leans forward, hands resting on the table as he starts to move. She grips the edge for leverage as she thrusts her hips with his, feeling her clit rub against him. She's already moaning as loud as she ever does and, if Jack weren't too distracted by how good this feels, he'd probably be smirking.
As her second orgasm ripples through her, she wraps her legs tighter around his waist, pressing hard against him as she rocks her hips. When she opens her eyes, he's looking down at her intently. She hopes he doesn't say that thing again about how he loves watching her come... it's such a weird thing to say. And he says it too much. By saying it at all.
But he doesn't say anything as he pulls out of her completely and waits a moment before slowly pushing back in. He pulls away, and she stops him before he's inside her again.
"I want to sit up now, okay?"
"Okay," he says.
He moves closer and she throws her arms around his neck. She's hugged against him as he stands up straight, and she stays this way for a moment, resting her forehead on his shoulder.
"You'll admit this has been more enjoyable for you than it would have been to force me into the bathroom to masturbate, won't you?"
"I had good intentions with my rule," she says. She lifts her head up. "It was a sucky rule, though."
Now he smirks, but she doesn't see it for long because his mouth is soon on hers. He keeps kissing her after she repositions herself and he reenters her. His hands traveling over her back, he kisses her cheek. He pulls away, but barely. As he starts to thrust deeply inside her, she holds onto him. She mutters his name, touches his cheek as she captures his lips with her own. She runs her tongue over his bottom lip before deepening the kiss, and he starts to quicken the pace. They have to break apart shortly after because they're gasping and moaning and then, as his fingers press hard against her flesh, he's coming with a low groan. Even though their breathing is still heavy, he slides his hand through her hair and draws her in for another deep kiss.
Yeah. Her rule was really, really stupid.
It's a good thing she's gotten rid of it.
END
Prompt: 100_situations #014. Table
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Spoilers: through "The One With the Cast of 'Night Court'"
Word Count: 1,608
Rating: NC-17
Table: Number Two.
Summary: Liz has a good rule.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Liz decided they wouldn't do any more sex stuff at work after the last time they did it in Jack's office, when Jonathan came back from his unnecessary errands earlier than expected. Sure, the door was locked so Jonathan didn't see any of their... business, but it was still freaky. If there's one voice she doesn't want to hear while Jack is inside her, it's... her mother's. Or Bianca's. Or Claire's. Or her father's. Or Colleen's. But Jonathan is up there. And, really, she doesn't want to hear any third party talking when she and Jack are doing it. So she decided they were only going to have sex in one of their apartments from then on.
But she didn't say they couldn't kiss, which is how Jack got her to engage in this make out session on the couch in her office. The fact that she's not stopping it even though he has his hand on her boob is completely her fault -- it's her rule, not his, so he doesn't care about breaking it -- but it's hard to stop herself with him.
It's weird. Well, Jack doesn't think it's weird. He thinks it's perfectly natural his abilities in the bedroom, coupled with her years of sexual frustration at the hands of inept partners and stretches of time with no partners at all, would cause her to desire him intensely.
After he gave this little speech, she rolled her eyes. But then he leaned in and said, "It's true that your desire for me is... intense, isn't it?" and...
They ended up doing it on his kitchen counter.
His hands move over her as their current kissing becomes more heated. He gently guides her back on the couch and kneels in front of her. She grabs his tie and pulls him closer, and he responds with a quick, close-mouthed kiss. He pushes up her skirt as he settles over her but doesn't make any attempt to remove his clothing or her own. Bracing himself on his forearms, he alternates between kissing her mouth and her neck. She can't stop her moans and, when she feels his erection press against her, her first instinct is to pull down his zipper and let him push her panties to the side. But... her rule. Is a good rule.
"Stop, stop," Liz says, and Jack does.
"What?" he says. "Do you want to get on top?"
"No! I want to do what I said I was going to do and not have sex with you where we work."
"You can't possibly stick to that rule when no one is on this floor but the two of us. Trust me, you'll hear no voices but ours while we're being intimate."
"We shouldn't. Really."
She pushes him away, and he sits up. He's silent as she gets off the couch and smoothes her hands over her skirt. She moves behind the desk to get her shoes and sits in her chair to put them on. He sighs, frowning as if something terribly, horribly, unspeakably awful had just happened.
God, Jack can be annoying.
She gets her purse and walks to the door. He's still frowning as he picks up his jacket and follows her. A few steps outside her office, she stops and turns to him.
"Dude, are you seriously going to pout because I didn't have sex with you?"
"I'm not pouting. I'm in a daze of sexual disappointment."
"Which is making you pout. Stop it."
He exhales, says very seriously, "I'm aroused, Lemon."
"Um, I know. So am I, but I can wait to do it until we get to your place."
"Yes, but your arousal isn't visible to anyone you pass by and doesn't hinder your ability to walk."
She furrows her brow. "Just... I don't know. Think of someone you don't want to have sex with or go to the bathroom and deal with yourself."
"That's a ridiculous waste of an erection when I'm currently in the presence of a woman who can appreciate said erection."
She rolls her eyes and starts to turn, but Jack slides his arm around her and pulls her close, initiating a kiss she doesn't resist. He throws his jacket to the side and she lets her purse fall to the floor. He starts to move, guiding her to the writers' table until she's pressed against it.
"I should stick to the rule. It's a good rule," she says.
"It's an absolutely terrible rule."
Now, she's pouting. "I can't do it in the same room where Frank has his farting contests. Three different kinds of farting contests."
"Horrible things have happened in practically every location I've done it at, Lemon." He takes off his tie and throws it to the ground. "I can assure you Frank's competitive flatulence won't be on your mind."
He sinks to his knees and swiftly pushes up her skirt before kissing her through her panties. She lets out an oh and, though she sounds excited, she's mostly annoyed. This is completely unfair. How would Jack like it if she tried to use oral sex to influence him? Well, he'd probably love it. And oral sex as a prelude to intercourse makes sense. It's worked well for them before.
So. Okay. This is probably fair. Also, she kind of completely wants to break her rule.
It's not such a great rule.
He presses his tongue against the damp spot in her panties, then gently closes his lips over her. She groans his name and doesn't stop him from slipping her underwear down her legs.
"Lie down," he says, and she obeys after she steps out of her shoes.
Her ass is near the edge of the table but after he settles between her parted legs, he pulls her even closer. She sucks in a breath; him doing this to her still kind of freaks her out. It's so... weird, him looking at her... stuff. Her being so exposed. But she can't complain about how it feels. About how much he seems to enjoy doing it. It's probably an act, but this is one of the things he can feign very well. And she appreciates this skill; there's something incredibly sexy about the way he moans while he kisses and licks her. She can feel it and hear it and when he does it near her clit--
"Oh God."
She moves one hand to the back of his head as the other grips the edge of the table. He starts to focus on the tiny bundle of nerves, flicking his tongue against it as her body starts to tense. He usually doesn't try to make her come so soon, but he's probably eager to move to the main event. And, sure enough, not too long after him taking her clit into his mouth makes her shudder and cry out, he's standing up and unbuttoning his pants. He pushes them down, then his boxers. She wraps her legs around him as she lifts her hips to meet him. His fingers are pressing against the outsides of her thighs as he pushes inside her. He's motionless for a moment after he's completely buried inside her, and she lets out a sigh. He leans forward, hands resting on the table as he starts to move. She grips the edge for leverage as she thrusts her hips with his, feeling her clit rub against him. She's already moaning as loud as she ever does and, if Jack weren't too distracted by how good this feels, he'd probably be smirking.
As her second orgasm ripples through her, she wraps her legs tighter around his waist, pressing hard against him as she rocks her hips. When she opens her eyes, he's looking down at her intently. She hopes he doesn't say that thing again about how he loves watching her come... it's such a weird thing to say. And he says it too much. By saying it at all.
But he doesn't say anything as he pulls out of her completely and waits a moment before slowly pushing back in. He pulls away, and she stops him before he's inside her again.
"I want to sit up now, okay?"
"Okay," he says.
He moves closer and she throws her arms around his neck. She's hugged against him as he stands up straight, and she stays this way for a moment, resting her forehead on his shoulder.
"You'll admit this has been more enjoyable for you than it would have been to force me into the bathroom to masturbate, won't you?"
"I had good intentions with my rule," she says. She lifts her head up. "It was a sucky rule, though."
Now he smirks, but she doesn't see it for long because his mouth is soon on hers. He keeps kissing her after she repositions herself and he reenters her. His hands traveling over her back, he kisses her cheek. He pulls away, but barely. As he starts to thrust deeply inside her, she holds onto him. She mutters his name, touches his cheek as she captures his lips with her own. She runs her tongue over his bottom lip before deepening the kiss, and he starts to quicken the pace. They have to break apart shortly after because they're gasping and moaning and then, as his fingers press hard against her flesh, he's coming with a low groan. Even though their breathing is still heavy, he slides his hand through her hair and draws her in for another deep kiss.
Yeah. Her rule was really, really stupid.
It's a good thing she's gotten rid of it.
END