The Greater Good (30 Rock, Liz/Bev)
Title: The Greater Good
For: The Alphabet Meme
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz/Beverly
Prompt: P is for Persuasion. (For ubiquitousmixie.)
Word Count: 543
Rating: PG
Summary: She can flirt, at least. Set during 'Do-Over.'
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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Liz is in her office with Bev and her clicky pen -- she asks 'Do you intend on allowing the child into your personal workspace?' and tugs at her food picture, as if testing the nail's ability to keep it on the wall, and Liz is nervous that it *will* fall and Bev will imagine it killing her future child, and then Bev says, 'Do you think it's appropriate to hang pictures such as this?' and maybe she's really worried that the baby will be placed in a home where food is valued to the point of obsession and Liz will be responsible for the clogging of tiny arteries -- when she suddenly thinks about Jack having sex with Kathy Geiss.
Not as a thing... like, she's not picturing it. But maybe that's not such a bad idea, using sex to get what you want.
No, not sex. She can't have sex with Bev. She's terrible enough at sex with men, something she's *done* before.
She can flirt, though. She could make out with her a little. For the greater good. Which she'll feel gross about later. And Jack will feel gross about doing it with Kathy Geiss. So they can bond over that. Which will be... not awesome, but at least they'll have what they want as they bond and feel gross. And, after a while, having what they want will trump how they got what they want. Yes. She'll make out with Bev and things will be great. Bev does have nice lips.
Okay, she's getting ahead of herself. She can't say, "I'll make out with you if you give me a kid."
She'll just flirt. Then... it goes where it goes.
"So," Liz begins as she leans against the wall, "tell me about yourself."
Bev moves her attention away from the books on Liz's shelves (she got rid of that volume of limericks Frank bought her when he was her Secret Santa three years ago, right?) and silently studies her. "This isn't about me, Liz. This is about you and your ability to take care of a child."
"I'm not saying it's about *you.* I just want to get to know you."
She puts her hand on Bev's arm, thumb lightly stroking the fabric of her suit jacket.
And thumbs the fabric for a good ten seconds before she realizes how creepy doing this is.
Liz exhales, lets her arm fall to her side. "Okay. I... The thing *is*..."
Bev jots something down on her clipboard -- Has no concept of personal space? Is disconnected from appropriate behavior? Possible predatory lesbian? -- and Liz steps back.
"I'm not trying to seduce you so I can get what I want. And don't read anything into the fact that I said that, like I'm saying I'm not doing what I'm really trying to do. I'm not gay." She notices Bev looking her over in a way that's either interest or general, unfocused confusion. Liz makes a bet on the former. "Unless you want me to be."
Bev arches her eyebrow only slightly, and not in a sexy way, before she writes something else down.
"I was kidding," she mutters weakly. "I'm a kidder."
Liz hopes for a time machine.
END
For: The Alphabet Meme
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz/Beverly
Prompt: P is for Persuasion. (For ubiquitousmixie.)
Word Count: 543
Rating: PG
Summary: She can flirt, at least. Set during 'Do-Over.'
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Liz is in her office with Bev and her clicky pen -- she asks 'Do you intend on allowing the child into your personal workspace?' and tugs at her food picture, as if testing the nail's ability to keep it on the wall, and Liz is nervous that it *will* fall and Bev will imagine it killing her future child, and then Bev says, 'Do you think it's appropriate to hang pictures such as this?' and maybe she's really worried that the baby will be placed in a home where food is valued to the point of obsession and Liz will be responsible for the clogging of tiny arteries -- when she suddenly thinks about Jack having sex with Kathy Geiss.
Not as a thing... like, she's not picturing it. But maybe that's not such a bad idea, using sex to get what you want.
No, not sex. She can't have sex with Bev. She's terrible enough at sex with men, something she's *done* before.
She can flirt, though. She could make out with her a little. For the greater good. Which she'll feel gross about later. And Jack will feel gross about doing it with Kathy Geiss. So they can bond over that. Which will be... not awesome, but at least they'll have what they want as they bond and feel gross. And, after a while, having what they want will trump how they got what they want. Yes. She'll make out with Bev and things will be great. Bev does have nice lips.
Okay, she's getting ahead of herself. She can't say, "I'll make out with you if you give me a kid."
She'll just flirt. Then... it goes where it goes.
"So," Liz begins as she leans against the wall, "tell me about yourself."
Bev moves her attention away from the books on Liz's shelves (she got rid of that volume of limericks Frank bought her when he was her Secret Santa three years ago, right?) and silently studies her. "This isn't about me, Liz. This is about you and your ability to take care of a child."
"I'm not saying it's about *you.* I just want to get to know you."
She puts her hand on Bev's arm, thumb lightly stroking the fabric of her suit jacket.
And thumbs the fabric for a good ten seconds before she realizes how creepy doing this is.
Liz exhales, lets her arm fall to her side. "Okay. I... The thing *is*..."
Bev jots something down on her clipboard -- Has no concept of personal space? Is disconnected from appropriate behavior? Possible predatory lesbian? -- and Liz steps back.
"I'm not trying to seduce you so I can get what I want. And don't read anything into the fact that I said that, like I'm saying I'm not doing what I'm really trying to do. I'm not gay." She notices Bev looking her over in a way that's either interest or general, unfocused confusion. Liz makes a bet on the former. "Unless you want me to be."
Bev arches her eyebrow only slightly, and not in a sexy way, before she writes something else down.
"I was kidding," she mutters weakly. "I'm a kidder."
Liz hopes for a time machine.
END