Way More Awesome Than Weird | NC17 | 30 Rock
Title: Way More Awesome Than Weird
Fandom: Liz/Gretchen, 30 Rock
Requested by: kitnkabootle & dragonwine
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 341
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I'm a little nervous about this one. Okay, a lot nervous. I had the idea in my head and it wouldn't go away, and then I was totally peer pressured into posting it. So. Um. Right then. If it's terrible, I don't mind your brutal honesty. It'll make me a stronger individual. Or something. I'm procrastinating. The longer I write this author's note, the longer it'll be before I can post it........
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Liz is really surprised at how weirded out she isn't right now.
Or she would be if she weren't muttering obscenities into her pillow.
It should weird her out. She specifically said that it would weird her out about thirty-seven times before they even began.
The concept itself is weird. Riding a slab of silicone that's strapped to your lady friend (Liz still isn't sure what to refer to Gretchen as, though now might not be the best time to try to label her) is really just…weird.
And hot.
And way more awesome than Liz originally gave it credit for.
She'd never used this sort of thing on her own. It seemed a little too dangerous. A woman, living alone, experimenting with things that had protruding rabbit ears? She knows (not from experience…) that bandaids don't stick too well down there and knowing her luck, she'd need one or three. Besides, she was never that blown away by sex (with herself or anther person) anyway, so what was the point?
Admittedly, Liz didn't know if the whole girl-on-girl sex thing would even work out for her. She didn't dislike penetration, so the boy-girl sex thing wasn't terrible. But until Gretchen, she had no idea how much better all that other stuff could be.
Clearly Liz had been doing it wrong the whole time.
She'd been pretty pumped about the whole mouth and fingers thing. She never really gave much (okay, any) thought to needing anything extra to have a good time in bed. Liz went from being ambivalent about sex to being a pretty big fan, so why mess with a good thing?
But in her attempt to be a good lady friend or whatever, Liz didn't have the heart to say no when Gretchen wanted to experiment.
Needless to say, as Liz digs her heels into Gretchen's ass and grabs onto the headboard, crying out while Gretchen thrusts the strap on hard and deep inside of her, she's pretty glad that she did.
This is way more awesome than weird.
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Fandom: Liz/Gretchen, 30 Rock
Requested by: kitnkabootle & dragonwine
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 341
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I'm a little nervous about this one. Okay, a lot nervous. I had the idea in my head and it wouldn't go away, and then I was totally peer pressured into posting it. So. Um. Right then. If it's terrible, I don't mind your brutal honesty. It'll make me a stronger individual. Or something. I'm procrastinating. The longer I write this author's note, the longer it'll be before I can post it........
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Liz is really surprised at how weirded out she isn't right now.
Or she would be if she weren't muttering obscenities into her pillow.
It should weird her out. She specifically said that it would weird her out about thirty-seven times before they even began.
The concept itself is weird. Riding a slab of silicone that's strapped to your lady friend (Liz still isn't sure what to refer to Gretchen as, though now might not be the best time to try to label her) is really just…weird.
And hot.
And way more awesome than Liz originally gave it credit for.
She'd never used this sort of thing on her own. It seemed a little too dangerous. A woman, living alone, experimenting with things that had protruding rabbit ears? She knows (not from experience…) that bandaids don't stick too well down there and knowing her luck, she'd need one or three. Besides, she was never that blown away by sex (with herself or anther person) anyway, so what was the point?
Admittedly, Liz didn't know if the whole girl-on-girl sex thing would even work out for her. She didn't dislike penetration, so the boy-girl sex thing wasn't terrible. But until Gretchen, she had no idea how much better all that other stuff could be.
Clearly Liz had been doing it wrong the whole time.
She'd been pretty pumped about the whole mouth and fingers thing. She never really gave much (okay, any) thought to needing anything extra to have a good time in bed. Liz went from being ambivalent about sex to being a pretty big fan, so why mess with a good thing?
But in her attempt to be a good lady friend or whatever, Liz didn't have the heart to say no when Gretchen wanted to experiment.
Needless to say, as Liz digs her heels into Gretchen's ass and grabs onto the headboard, crying out while Gretchen thrusts the strap on hard and deep inside of her, she's pretty glad that she did.
This is way more awesome than weird.
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