Twelve Days - December 20 - Jack/Liz
Title: The Best Solution is the Simplest One
Challenge: The Twelve Days of Christmas!
Prompt: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, "I'm tired of talking this much to a woman I'm not having sex with."
For: parisgal3
Word Count: 465
Rating: NC-17
Summary: See prompt.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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"I'm tired of talking this much to a woman I'm not having sex with."
Liz nods and starts to take a step, but soon Jack's mouth is on hers. His hands curve against her hips as he moves, guiding her closer to the desk as he keeps kissing her (and she keeps kissing him back).
She mutters his name as his lips travel downward to her neck. There's a desire to question what's going on right now -- she's never had a romantic or sexual moment with a guy that she didn't question -- but she doesn't voice her confusion, her concern, even as he unbuttons the top of her jeans. After he pulls down the zipper, he says:
"Take them off."
She hesitates, but since her uncertainty is brief and he's busy taking off his jacket and loosening his tie, he doesn't seem to notice. Soon she's naked from the waist down -- she took off her underwear, too, since she assumes that's what he wanted -- and he unzips his pants. Takes his thing out.
Now would be a good time to question this.
Actually, she should have questioned this before she saw his penis.
But, in all truth, this is pretty straightforward, at least from a 'what's going to happen' standpoint. There's one reason two adults who aren't nudists unclothe their junk, and the reason is: Sex. Jack's going to have sex with her. And this is what he does, easing inside her as he draws her legs up around his waist. One of her hands falls behind her as she arches toward him, and she smacks his desk awkwardly.
"Hold on to me," he whispers near her ear, and she does so. Does so, and then he's having sex with her. *She* is having sex with him. She's part of this, *present* and focused on the act, and maybe that's why she's not questioning this. They're having sex.
And she wants it.
And it's.
Actually good.
As in.
She has an orgasm.
(Not right away. But before he does, which is a miracle. Not that she usually gets to have an orgasm after the guy finishes, either... this isn't the point.)
She expects Jack to say something, to pat himself on the back, but he doesn't pause, keeps thrusting into her, groaning against her skin. Fucking her until he comes, his fingers digging into her flesh as his moans become sharper, rougher. She lets her limbs loosen as he pulls out of her, and then she's just staring at him as she tries to return her breathing to normal.
"So." Exhale. "Jack."
"Liz." He zips himself back up. "What did you want to discuss?"
She shakes her head. "I have no idea."
"When you remember," he replies, "I'm ready to listen."
END
Challenge: The Twelve Days of Christmas!
Prompt: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, "I'm tired of talking this much to a woman I'm not having sex with."
For: parisgal3
Word Count: 465
Rating: NC-17
Summary: See prompt.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
"I'm tired of talking this much to a woman I'm not having sex with."
Liz nods and starts to take a step, but soon Jack's mouth is on hers. His hands curve against her hips as he moves, guiding her closer to the desk as he keeps kissing her (and she keeps kissing him back).
She mutters his name as his lips travel downward to her neck. There's a desire to question what's going on right now -- she's never had a romantic or sexual moment with a guy that she didn't question -- but she doesn't voice her confusion, her concern, even as he unbuttons the top of her jeans. After he pulls down the zipper, he says:
"Take them off."
She hesitates, but since her uncertainty is brief and he's busy taking off his jacket and loosening his tie, he doesn't seem to notice. Soon she's naked from the waist down -- she took off her underwear, too, since she assumes that's what he wanted -- and he unzips his pants. Takes his thing out.
Now would be a good time to question this.
Actually, she should have questioned this before she saw his penis.
But, in all truth, this is pretty straightforward, at least from a 'what's going to happen' standpoint. There's one reason two adults who aren't nudists unclothe their junk, and the reason is: Sex. Jack's going to have sex with her. And this is what he does, easing inside her as he draws her legs up around his waist. One of her hands falls behind her as she arches toward him, and she smacks his desk awkwardly.
"Hold on to me," he whispers near her ear, and she does so. Does so, and then he's having sex with her. *She* is having sex with him. She's part of this, *present* and focused on the act, and maybe that's why she's not questioning this. They're having sex.
And she wants it.
And it's.
Actually good.
As in.
She has an orgasm.
(Not right away. But before he does, which is a miracle. Not that she usually gets to have an orgasm after the guy finishes, either... this isn't the point.)
She expects Jack to say something, to pat himself on the back, but he doesn't pause, keeps thrusting into her, groaning against her skin. Fucking her until he comes, his fingers digging into her flesh as his moans become sharper, rougher. She lets her limbs loosen as he pulls out of her, and then she's just staring at him as she tries to return her breathing to normal.
"So." Exhale. "Jack."
"Liz." He zips himself back up. "What did you want to discuss?"
She shakes her head. "I have no idea."
"When you remember," he replies, "I'm ready to listen."
END