Step at a Time (Liz/Nancy)
Title: Step at a Time
For: The Alphabet Meme
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz/Nancy
Prompt: N is for Not Toward! (For mindymakru.)
Word Count: 420
Rating: PG
Summary: Nancy's not ready for the next level.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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Liz tilts her head, capturing Nancy's lips in another kiss. Her hand, which has been stationary near Nancy's waist -- and over her sweater -- goes suddenly, as if on instinct, to the button on Nancy's jeans. Nancy, perhaps on another sort of instinct, smacks her wrist.
"Hey!" she says, surprised, but not hurt by the contact.
"Sorry, sorry," Nancy replies. "I went to a Catholic elementary school." Liz isn't sure if that's meant to explain the hand smacking or her next statement: "I'm not ready for the full... what someone would call this. I've never, you know, experimented before. I never went to college."
"Neither have I. Experimented, I mean. You didn't miss anything, by the way, not going to college. Anyway, let's say you're not ready for... the full gay lady experience." She pauses. "That sounds like the opening act for the Indigo Girls. Am I right or am I right?"
"I know who the Indigo Girls are," Nancy says, "so you need to update your musical references."
(Last week, Nancy confided that she, for months, had assumed Ke$ha was a fancy breakfast cereal, probably made out of granola and oats or some crap. Liz didn't mention that, until Frank busted out 'TiK ToK' for a one-minute dance party, she had assumed Ke$ha was a clothing line that catered to rich, young idiots.)
"Yeah. Probably." She exhales. "You know what, I can't believe I am. Ready for it. I'm literally never the person trying to move things to the sex level."
Liz isn't sure if she's really, really into Nancy or really, really wants to find out what lesbian sex is like now that the thought of it actually appeals to her.
(Maybe a woman who's never slept with another woman isn't the one she should be trying out girl-on-girl with... but she really, really wants to try it out with Nancy. Is it because she likes her? Because she's hot? Because she's happy about neither of them having expectations that things are going to be super awesome right away, so they won't feel disappointed when they're fumbling around with each other's stuff? All Liz knows is, all of those things are true, so maybe it doesn't matter which is the most significant.)
"So... We can keep making out, though, right?" She holds up her hands. "I promise to not go for the goods."
Nancy shrugs. "You can go for some goods. Just... keep it above the waist."
She nods. "Above the waist. I can totally do that."
END
For: The Alphabet Meme
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz/Nancy
Prompt: N is for Not Toward! (For mindymakru.)
Word Count: 420
Rating: PG
Summary: Nancy's not ready for the next level.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Liz tilts her head, capturing Nancy's lips in another kiss. Her hand, which has been stationary near Nancy's waist -- and over her sweater -- goes suddenly, as if on instinct, to the button on Nancy's jeans. Nancy, perhaps on another sort of instinct, smacks her wrist.
"Hey!" she says, surprised, but not hurt by the contact.
"Sorry, sorry," Nancy replies. "I went to a Catholic elementary school." Liz isn't sure if that's meant to explain the hand smacking or her next statement: "I'm not ready for the full... what someone would call this. I've never, you know, experimented before. I never went to college."
"Neither have I. Experimented, I mean. You didn't miss anything, by the way, not going to college. Anyway, let's say you're not ready for... the full gay lady experience." She pauses. "That sounds like the opening act for the Indigo Girls. Am I right or am I right?"
"I know who the Indigo Girls are," Nancy says, "so you need to update your musical references."
(Last week, Nancy confided that she, for months, had assumed Ke$ha was a fancy breakfast cereal, probably made out of granola and oats or some crap. Liz didn't mention that, until Frank busted out 'TiK ToK' for a one-minute dance party, she had assumed Ke$ha was a clothing line that catered to rich, young idiots.)
"Yeah. Probably." She exhales. "You know what, I can't believe I am. Ready for it. I'm literally never the person trying to move things to the sex level."
Liz isn't sure if she's really, really into Nancy or really, really wants to find out what lesbian sex is like now that the thought of it actually appeals to her.
(Maybe a woman who's never slept with another woman isn't the one she should be trying out girl-on-girl with... but she really, really wants to try it out with Nancy. Is it because she likes her? Because she's hot? Because she's happy about neither of them having expectations that things are going to be super awesome right away, so they won't feel disappointed when they're fumbling around with each other's stuff? All Liz knows is, all of those things are true, so maybe it doesn't matter which is the most significant.)
"So... We can keep making out, though, right?" She holds up her hands. "I promise to not go for the goods."
Nancy shrugs. "You can go for some goods. Just... keep it above the waist."
She nods. "Above the waist. I can totally do that."
END