What Anybody Wants (30 Rock, Jack/Liz)
Title: What Anybody Wants
Prompt: 100_situations #020. Full
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Spoilers: "Jack Gets in the Game"
Word Count: 670
Rating: R
Table: Number Two.
Summary: Jack sometimes treats her eating meat as foreplay.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Jack sometimes treats her eating meat as foreplay.
Like, from a cow meat. Not... you know. Manmeat. Not that she refers to his -- or anyone's -- penis as manmeat. Or that putting her mouth near it is anything like eating. Just. You know. Most people would consider her doing stuff to manmeat as foreplay.
Yeah. This is getting creepy.
Point is, he likes to watch her eat steak. He periodically follows this by putting his hand down her pants. The first time he did it, she said what most people would:
"What the hell are you doing?"
He kissed her neck as he stroked her through her panties. "I thought you of all people would understand the concept of food as foreplay."
"Yeah, like, pudding. You don't start touching someone down there after a heavy meal."
He lifted his head up. "You find watching a man eat pudding arousing?" Though he seemed perplexed by the concept, he added, "I'll ask Jonathan to purchase some."
"Well, maybe not pudding exactly." She trailed off because his mouth was on her skin again and the motion of his hand was starting to make her wet despite herself. "Ice cream would be nice, I guess."
"I have that."
Now, oddly enough, she's getting used to it. Even more oddly, she finds herself becoming turned on before he does stuff to her, like the combination of Jack and a steak is Pavlov's bell and... oh, gross, she doesn't want to say what would be the equivalent of the salivating dog. Liz is starting to fear she'll soon be excited (in a non-hey food! way) by Outback Steakhouse commercials.
"I mean, it's weird, right?" She used to think doing it with her boss was weird, but she's gotten over this hang-up. She's even gotten over feeling weird about having sex in his office. "I'm so weird. Right?"
"I'm the one who started this, Lemon; I don't understand why you'd look to me to condemn it."
He pulls her closer and she straddles him, her knees pressing against the hard material that covers his tiny couch. She's still amazed he didn't buy a couch better suited for sex when he redecorated his office.
"Maybe I'm looking for you to tell me it's okay."
"It's perfectly natural to feel aroused at this moment." He pushes her skirt up higher. "I'd be worried if you weren't aroused."
"Well. You do not have to worry."
Jack kisses her as he pushes her panties to the side. His fingers barely touch her, but she's so sensitive at the moment that she moans loudly. His mouth moves to her neck as his fingers wrap around her wrist. He places her hand on his crotch -- wow, real subtle, and unnecessary because that was going to be her next move -- and she unzips him.
She strokes his erection as she shifts her hips, positioning herself right above him. Not stopping the motion of her hand, she says, "Why are you turned on by me eating steak, anyway?"
"It doesn't matter why things arouse us; what's important is that we are aroused."
It sounds like some sort of sexy inspirational message, which is probably how he meant it to come across. She leaves her hand stationary at the base of his cock. "But--"
"I don't know why it appeals to me. I do know--"
"That you want to do me?"
"I would have phrased it differently, but yes."
She covers his mouth with hers as she finally starts to lower herself onto him. With their mouths a few inches apart and the length of him buried inside her, she says, "Oh God, that's nice."
He rocks up against her as she starts to move her hips. "Perhaps, after this, we could have some ice cream."
"That's not really a sex thing for me. And I don't have time to do it twice."
"You're saying no to dessert?"
"I'm saying I'm going to eat dessert and then go."
He smirks. "We'll see."
END
Prompt: 100_situations #020. Full
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Spoilers: "Jack Gets in the Game"
Word Count: 670
Rating: R
Table: Number Two.
Summary: Jack sometimes treats her eating meat as foreplay.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Jack sometimes treats her eating meat as foreplay.
Like, from a cow meat. Not... you know. Manmeat. Not that she refers to his -- or anyone's -- penis as manmeat. Or that putting her mouth near it is anything like eating. Just. You know. Most people would consider her doing stuff to manmeat as foreplay.
Yeah. This is getting creepy.
Point is, he likes to watch her eat steak. He periodically follows this by putting his hand down her pants. The first time he did it, she said what most people would:
"What the hell are you doing?"
He kissed her neck as he stroked her through her panties. "I thought you of all people would understand the concept of food as foreplay."
"Yeah, like, pudding. You don't start touching someone down there after a heavy meal."
He lifted his head up. "You find watching a man eat pudding arousing?" Though he seemed perplexed by the concept, he added, "I'll ask Jonathan to purchase some."
"Well, maybe not pudding exactly." She trailed off because his mouth was on her skin again and the motion of his hand was starting to make her wet despite herself. "Ice cream would be nice, I guess."
"I have that."
Now, oddly enough, she's getting used to it. Even more oddly, she finds herself becoming turned on before he does stuff to her, like the combination of Jack and a steak is Pavlov's bell and... oh, gross, she doesn't want to say what would be the equivalent of the salivating dog. Liz is starting to fear she'll soon be excited (in a non-hey food! way) by Outback Steakhouse commercials.
"I mean, it's weird, right?" She used to think doing it with her boss was weird, but she's gotten over this hang-up. She's even gotten over feeling weird about having sex in his office. "I'm so weird. Right?"
"I'm the one who started this, Lemon; I don't understand why you'd look to me to condemn it."
He pulls her closer and she straddles him, her knees pressing against the hard material that covers his tiny couch. She's still amazed he didn't buy a couch better suited for sex when he redecorated his office.
"Maybe I'm looking for you to tell me it's okay."
"It's perfectly natural to feel aroused at this moment." He pushes her skirt up higher. "I'd be worried if you weren't aroused."
"Well. You do not have to worry."
Jack kisses her as he pushes her panties to the side. His fingers barely touch her, but she's so sensitive at the moment that she moans loudly. His mouth moves to her neck as his fingers wrap around her wrist. He places her hand on his crotch -- wow, real subtle, and unnecessary because that was going to be her next move -- and she unzips him.
She strokes his erection as she shifts her hips, positioning herself right above him. Not stopping the motion of her hand, she says, "Why are you turned on by me eating steak, anyway?"
"It doesn't matter why things arouse us; what's important is that we are aroused."
It sounds like some sort of sexy inspirational message, which is probably how he meant it to come across. She leaves her hand stationary at the base of his cock. "But--"
"I don't know why it appeals to me. I do know--"
"That you want to do me?"
"I would have phrased it differently, but yes."
She covers his mouth with hers as she finally starts to lower herself onto him. With their mouths a few inches apart and the length of him buried inside her, she says, "Oh God, that's nice."
He rocks up against her as she starts to move her hips. "Perhaps, after this, we could have some ice cream."
"That's not really a sex thing for me. And I don't have time to do it twice."
"You're saying no to dessert?"
"I'm saying I'm going to eat dessert and then go."
He smirks. "We'll see."
END