Twelve Days - December 14 - Jack/Liz
Title: Like That Scene in Risky It
Challenge: The Twelve Days of Christmas!
Prompt: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, Jack and Liz try to have sex on the subway.
For: peoplewantducks
Word Count: 1,305
Rating: NC-17
Summary: See prompt!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Liz is trying to be more sexually adventurous.
So far, it hasn't been going great.
First of all, Jack didn't pick up on the flirtatious way she suggested they take the subway for once because it would be fun. Then he spent a lot of time complaining about what constitutes her idea of fun. Then the subway was super late, and now that they're finally on a train, Jack is still complaining. This time about the smell, which is a 'disturbing mix of urine and perfume sample inserts from Vanity Fair.'
She can't figure out how the hell to move from this into sex... really, she should have *known* it was a lost cause twenty minutes ago and told him, you know what, she'd changed her mind, she *did* want to go home in his limo. Suddenly, without thinking, she blurts out:
"I took off my underwear. In the restaurant. The *bathroom* of the restaurant."
Jack stops squinting at an ad for the new Spider-Man musical and, before he turns his head to look her in the eyes, she focuses her gaze on the floor. She should have kept her mouth shut. Public sex in an empty subway car--
(She insisted they walk down a bit, and seriously, he should have caught on to *that* one, because she said, "It would be nice for us to have some privacy."
Though, actually, she complains a lot about jerks on the subway. Maybe he assumed she was excited to be taking a train during a non-rush hour so she wouldn't have to touch side butts with a stranger.)
--is a bad idea for her first attempt at being sexually adventurous. She looks back up, though not at him. Pointing at the Spider-Man ad, she says:
"I am not seeing that. Did you know he does it with a spider? I can not accept Spider-Man getting part of his powers from spider sex, or whatever--"
"By fun," he observes, a tinge of surprise in this voice, "you actually meant fun."
Jack cups her face and tilts her head, making her look at him. He already has that horny twinkle in his eye -- seriously, dude can go from zero to horny in a nanosecond -- and that helps relax her. Yes. They are going to have sex here. This is what she *wanted.* It's what she wants. She wants to have dangerous, crazy sex with Jack. Well, sort of dangerous. Definitely crazy for her.
"...Yes. I meant fun."
"Show me."
"What?"
"That you're not wearing underwear."
Liz hesitates. "Um." She spends a few moments trying to figure out what she should do. She's not a lady who's done a lot of flashing of her junk. "Should I... Can you--"
"Stand up."
"Okay," she whispers.
She holds on to the above railing and walks the few steps until she's standing in front of him, between his parted legs. He lifts up her skirt, fisting the fabric and holding it against her hip. She glances around to make sure a random dude didn't suddenly show up and is getting a view of her stuff via some angle.
"I'm very proud of you."
"This is really the time for pride?"
"You did do this in an attempt to be more sexually adventurous, did you not?" She nods. "And haven't I been encouraging that in you since well before you loosening up would have benefited me?"
Jack slides his hand between her legs, and she grips the railing with her other hand. He cups her as he scooches forward, leaning closer. Kissing her clothed stomach, he begins stroking her sex with two of his fingers.
"I think I'm going to fall over," she says, and not just because he's touching her there; she can't help but worry about looking like a clumsy jerk when she has to stand on the subway.
(And falling now would be worse because who wants their bare ass to touch the floor of a subway car? Somebody, probably -- there are plenty of creeps in the world -- but Liz Lemon is not that somebody.)
"You'll be fine," he assures her before his mouth moves lower.
His tongue takes the place of his fingers while both hands are firm on her hips. She squirms, reluctantly pulls away from the attentions of his mouth. He looks up at her questioningly.
"I can't handle that while I'm standing. On a train. In heels. Really."
"I understand." He leans back. "Straddle me."
The seats are hard against her knees, but it's no more uncomfortable than when they did it on his kitchen floor. And that... that was not bad. At all. She kisses him, waiting until his arm's around her before she lets her hand drift between them, rubbing him through his pants.
"Is this sexy?" she asks. "I don't know if this is sexy. I don't know if I'm being sexy."
"You are." He caresses the back of her thigh with his fingertips. "Unzip me."
Liz, heartened by Jack's assertion of her current sexiness, doesn't follow his request right away and lets her touch become more firm. She scrapes her teeth lightly against his chin as she toys with his zipper. The train starts to come to a stop, and Jack says, "Wait."
She kisses his cheek. "Okay."
He glances past her. Exhales roughly. "There are people about to get on this car."
"What?"
She scrambles off of Jack, her ass hitting the plastic too hard as she plants herself a couple of seats away from him in an admittedly futile effort to look like nothing's been going on. He grabs her purse, which confuses Liz for the few seconds before he puts it on his lap because, oh, right, he doesn't want strangers to see that he has an erection. Her eyes go shifty; her heart is pounding.
The doors open and two young men get on. Jack, continuing to hold her purse in front of his crotch -- though in a way a lot more conspicuous, probably -- gets up and crosses to them.
"I'll give you each five hundred dollars if you leave this train right now."
They both look dumbfounded, even as Jack holds out a collection of hundreds to them. Without a word, and still confused -- though probably figuring some weird sex stuff is about to happen -- they take the cash and step out.
The train begins moving again. Jack throws Liz's purse down and grabs her wrist, pulling her to her feet and keeping her against him. Her heart is still pounding, part of her fear transforming into a surge of 'yeah, let's keep going' adrenaline that surprises her. He presses her back to one of the car doors and she thinks, bad idea, bad idea, and if this door unexpectedly opens and I die, I'm going to kill him, but she doesn't stop Jack from kissing her, doesn't stop herself from parting her thighs for his hand. She unzips him before she holds on to his shoulders (she's not feeling very confident about not falling, but he seems pretty sturdy), wraps her arms and legs around him as he pushes inside her, tries to press herself more toward him than the door as he fucks her. He's got one hand on the door and another gripped around a railing and oh God, how long until the next stop?
Despite -- because of, who knows -- her alarm, she comes quickly, gripping him tightly until he follows suit.
"So," she says after they're sitting down again, the events of the past few minutes playing over in her head, "you just paid a couple of guys a thousand dollars so you could have sex with me."
"It was money well spent."
She nods. "Yeah."
Theirs is the next stop.
END
Challenge: The Twelve Days of Christmas!
Prompt: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, Jack and Liz try to have sex on the subway.
For: peoplewantducks
Word Count: 1,305
Rating: NC-17
Summary: See prompt!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Liz is trying to be more sexually adventurous.
So far, it hasn't been going great.
First of all, Jack didn't pick up on the flirtatious way she suggested they take the subway for once because it would be fun. Then he spent a lot of time complaining about what constitutes her idea of fun. Then the subway was super late, and now that they're finally on a train, Jack is still complaining. This time about the smell, which is a 'disturbing mix of urine and perfume sample inserts from Vanity Fair.'
She can't figure out how the hell to move from this into sex... really, she should have *known* it was a lost cause twenty minutes ago and told him, you know what, she'd changed her mind, she *did* want to go home in his limo. Suddenly, without thinking, she blurts out:
"I took off my underwear. In the restaurant. The *bathroom* of the restaurant."
Jack stops squinting at an ad for the new Spider-Man musical and, before he turns his head to look her in the eyes, she focuses her gaze on the floor. She should have kept her mouth shut. Public sex in an empty subway car--
(She insisted they walk down a bit, and seriously, he should have caught on to *that* one, because she said, "It would be nice for us to have some privacy."
Though, actually, she complains a lot about jerks on the subway. Maybe he assumed she was excited to be taking a train during a non-rush hour so she wouldn't have to touch side butts with a stranger.)
--is a bad idea for her first attempt at being sexually adventurous. She looks back up, though not at him. Pointing at the Spider-Man ad, she says:
"I am not seeing that. Did you know he does it with a spider? I can not accept Spider-Man getting part of his powers from spider sex, or whatever--"
"By fun," he observes, a tinge of surprise in this voice, "you actually meant fun."
Jack cups her face and tilts her head, making her look at him. He already has that horny twinkle in his eye -- seriously, dude can go from zero to horny in a nanosecond -- and that helps relax her. Yes. They are going to have sex here. This is what she *wanted.* It's what she wants. She wants to have dangerous, crazy sex with Jack. Well, sort of dangerous. Definitely crazy for her.
"...Yes. I meant fun."
"Show me."
"What?"
"That you're not wearing underwear."
Liz hesitates. "Um." She spends a few moments trying to figure out what she should do. She's not a lady who's done a lot of flashing of her junk. "Should I... Can you--"
"Stand up."
"Okay," she whispers.
She holds on to the above railing and walks the few steps until she's standing in front of him, between his parted legs. He lifts up her skirt, fisting the fabric and holding it against her hip. She glances around to make sure a random dude didn't suddenly show up and is getting a view of her stuff via some angle.
"I'm very proud of you."
"This is really the time for pride?"
"You did do this in an attempt to be more sexually adventurous, did you not?" She nods. "And haven't I been encouraging that in you since well before you loosening up would have benefited me?"
Jack slides his hand between her legs, and she grips the railing with her other hand. He cups her as he scooches forward, leaning closer. Kissing her clothed stomach, he begins stroking her sex with two of his fingers.
"I think I'm going to fall over," she says, and not just because he's touching her there; she can't help but worry about looking like a clumsy jerk when she has to stand on the subway.
(And falling now would be worse because who wants their bare ass to touch the floor of a subway car? Somebody, probably -- there are plenty of creeps in the world -- but Liz Lemon is not that somebody.)
"You'll be fine," he assures her before his mouth moves lower.
His tongue takes the place of his fingers while both hands are firm on her hips. She squirms, reluctantly pulls away from the attentions of his mouth. He looks up at her questioningly.
"I can't handle that while I'm standing. On a train. In heels. Really."
"I understand." He leans back. "Straddle me."
The seats are hard against her knees, but it's no more uncomfortable than when they did it on his kitchen floor. And that... that was not bad. At all. She kisses him, waiting until his arm's around her before she lets her hand drift between them, rubbing him through his pants.
"Is this sexy?" she asks. "I don't know if this is sexy. I don't know if I'm being sexy."
"You are." He caresses the back of her thigh with his fingertips. "Unzip me."
Liz, heartened by Jack's assertion of her current sexiness, doesn't follow his request right away and lets her touch become more firm. She scrapes her teeth lightly against his chin as she toys with his zipper. The train starts to come to a stop, and Jack says, "Wait."
She kisses his cheek. "Okay."
He glances past her. Exhales roughly. "There are people about to get on this car."
"What?"
She scrambles off of Jack, her ass hitting the plastic too hard as she plants herself a couple of seats away from him in an admittedly futile effort to look like nothing's been going on. He grabs her purse, which confuses Liz for the few seconds before he puts it on his lap because, oh, right, he doesn't want strangers to see that he has an erection. Her eyes go shifty; her heart is pounding.
The doors open and two young men get on. Jack, continuing to hold her purse in front of his crotch -- though in a way a lot more conspicuous, probably -- gets up and crosses to them.
"I'll give you each five hundred dollars if you leave this train right now."
They both look dumbfounded, even as Jack holds out a collection of hundreds to them. Without a word, and still confused -- though probably figuring some weird sex stuff is about to happen -- they take the cash and step out.
The train begins moving again. Jack throws Liz's purse down and grabs her wrist, pulling her to her feet and keeping her against him. Her heart is still pounding, part of her fear transforming into a surge of 'yeah, let's keep going' adrenaline that surprises her. He presses her back to one of the car doors and she thinks, bad idea, bad idea, and if this door unexpectedly opens and I die, I'm going to kill him, but she doesn't stop Jack from kissing her, doesn't stop herself from parting her thighs for his hand. She unzips him before she holds on to his shoulders (she's not feeling very confident about not falling, but he seems pretty sturdy), wraps her arms and legs around him as he pushes inside her, tries to press herself more toward him than the door as he fucks her. He's got one hand on the door and another gripped around a railing and oh God, how long until the next stop?
Despite -- because of, who knows -- her alarm, she comes quickly, gripping him tightly until he follows suit.
"So," she says after they're sitting down again, the events of the past few minutes playing over in her head, "you just paid a couple of guys a thousand dollars so you could have sex with me."
"It was money well spent."
She nods. "Yeah."
Theirs is the next stop.
END