30 Rock, General Series, Sex 2, Prompt #1. Slick
Title: I Hate That I Don't Hate This
Author: michellek
Challenge: drabble123
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz/Wesley
Table: Sex 2
Prompt: #1. Slick
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 300
Summary: Liz keeps thinking about doing it with her husband. (Follows ' One Thing.')
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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Liz keeps thinking about doing it with her husband. Which is hindering normal activities, like picking out a cereal to eat in front of the TV, leaving Wesley in the kitchen with some gross-looking English crap. She scoops up another handful of Cap'n Crunch (just because she hasn't made a final decision doesn't mean she should starve) before glancing over at him, hoping his face will make her unhorny; it almost works. Then, their eyes lock.
He announces, "I've warmed my hands in the oven."
Somehow it sounds simple and romantic, like they're in Remains of the Day except they're married, hate each other and have awesome sex. So. It's like Remains of the Day in that a guy said something in a British accent.
She swallows.
"Take your pants off," she says, waiting until he stands and starts doing so before she pushes her pajama bottoms down.
"Incidentally but related, I don't understand why there are jeans in there--"
"Shut... shut it."
She rests her palms flat on the kitchen table -- she doesn't mind defiling it because Wesley's the only one using it now -- and spreads her legs. She's wet, her thighs slick (ugh), and she really wants him to... start. Fighting her inner urge to snap at him, she pushes her hips back, her sex sliding against his erection. It's almost... erotic, though she's not an erotic person and neither is he. He begins to ease inside her, and she pushes back again, urging him on, urging him deeper inside her.
What's happening? She should be eating cereal now. She should want to be eating cereal now.
Wesley's warmer-than-usual hands grip her hips as he thrusts into her, and she keeps moaning, keeps telling him not to stop.
Maybe if he was always having sex with her, they'd be happy together.
Seriously. What's happening?
END
Author: michellek
Challenge: drabble123
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz/Wesley
Table: Sex 2
Prompt: #1. Slick
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 300
Summary: Liz keeps thinking about doing it with her husband. (Follows ' One Thing.')
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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Liz keeps thinking about doing it with her husband. Which is hindering normal activities, like picking out a cereal to eat in front of the TV, leaving Wesley in the kitchen with some gross-looking English crap. She scoops up another handful of Cap'n Crunch (just because she hasn't made a final decision doesn't mean she should starve) before glancing over at him, hoping his face will make her unhorny; it almost works. Then, their eyes lock.
He announces, "I've warmed my hands in the oven."
Somehow it sounds simple and romantic, like they're in Remains of the Day except they're married, hate each other and have awesome sex. So. It's like Remains of the Day in that a guy said something in a British accent.
She swallows.
"Take your pants off," she says, waiting until he stands and starts doing so before she pushes her pajama bottoms down.
"Incidentally but related, I don't understand why there are jeans in there--"
"Shut... shut it."
She rests her palms flat on the kitchen table -- she doesn't mind defiling it because Wesley's the only one using it now -- and spreads her legs. She's wet, her thighs slick (ugh), and she really wants him to... start. Fighting her inner urge to snap at him, she pushes her hips back, her sex sliding against his erection. It's almost... erotic, though she's not an erotic person and neither is he. He begins to ease inside her, and she pushes back again, urging him on, urging him deeper inside her.
What's happening? She should be eating cereal now. She should want to be eating cereal now.
Wesley's warmer-than-usual hands grip her hips as he thrusts into her, and she keeps moaning, keeps telling him not to stop.
Maybe if he was always having sex with her, they'd be happy together.
Seriously. What's happening?
END