Necktie Taboo
Title: Necktie Taboo
Author: md123
Pairing: Liz/Criss, Liz/Jack
Spoilers: “Grandmentor”
Rating: R
Word Count: 1104
Summary: Post-ep for “Grandmentor.” Liz just can’t let go of that necktie.
She waited a few days, just to be sure.
Jack had probably forgotten all about the whole exchange by now, certainly. He certainly doesn't like to dwell on the topic of her sexuality, and has probably actively pushed it out of his mind. So when when he went to Philadelphia for a meeting, and the assistant was gone, she slipped into his office, went to the secret tie rack, and grabbed the navy blue power tie.
It was kind of silly, and she was half-joking with him about her reaction, but a tie like that on a man like that, combined with perfect grammar -- it stirred something deep inside her. Liz sometimes worried that her low sex drive was going to ruin things with Criss, and anything that got her going was something to take advantage o--- something of which to take advantage.
Safely back in her office, door shut, Liz allowed herself to breathe, exhilarated by the (small) risk she'd taken. The power of the power tie swept over her. She felt dominated by it in a way she found simultaneously confusing, embarrassing, and arousing.
She felt the sudden impulse to -- ahem -- deal with it right then and there, but there was no way that would happen. She'd been largely undressed in her office before (thanks Danny) but not since she'd found out what Frank did in her office when she wasn't there. And what Tracy meant by googling. No, this would have to wait for tonight.
***
Criss greeted her that evening with a kiss and a home-cooked meal. Liz really did love him.
"I thought we'd do a little 'role-play' tonight," Liz offered, smiling and dangling the tie from her hand.
"A little office romance, huh?" Criss was intrigued, mainly ecstatic that she was showing a little initiative.
Criss actually did own a suit, for the rare instance he presented to potential investors. He went to get dressed, as Liz, still dressed in her work clothes, actually got a little work done on her laptop.
"Liz, the errors in these memos you typed are killing me." They'd decided to go Mad Men for this fantasy.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cross. Things have been rough at home lately. I promise I'll make fewer mistakes." Liz tried to do the young, innocent voice without going too young.
"To be honest, you've never been one of the better girls in the pool. I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go."
"Please, Mr. Cross. Isn't there anything I can do to change your mind?" Still seated, she passed her hands over his hips.
Looking up at him, she was a little disappointed. Criss was handsome -- better looking than Jack, certainly -- and the tie was working its usual magic. But something about a suit and tie on Criss looked wrong, like a kid trying on his dad's clothes.
As her hands moved to his crotch, she felt him already anticipating their evening together. There was no backing out now. She reached in to spring him free, and took him into her mouth. She’d never been a big fan of that, but she found that she got a lot out of making him feel so good. That’s love, she thought.
***
A few minutes later, she found herself on all fours on the bed as Criss entered her from behind. It was an unusual position for them, but it seemed appropriate given the scenario. For the first time, she secretly indulged in the personal taboo of imagining her friend and boss, even as Criss’s hands reached underneath her to work their magic. Liz had always imagined Jack would be a skilled lover, if an exhausting and aggravating one.
As Criss continued with his expert attention, she lost herself in her fantasy, until she couldn’t contain herself anymore.
"JA--"
She stopped herself, but not before that crucial half-syllable slipped out.
Her mind, overwhelmed at first with the sensations of the moment and then the shock and panic of her mistake, couldn't find his name. For once, she was pleased to be facing away from him.
As she came down from the moment, and she felt Criss finish, she regained a little composure. "Oh, Criss," she said with a sigh of (fake) contentment. Better late than never!
Liz winced in anticipation of the confrontation, but none came. Criss went into the kitchen to get some food. Liz let out a deep sigh and tried to put the whole thing out of her mind.
***
There was still the matter of returning the tie. She checked Jack’s calendar and contrived a way to pull his assistant away from his desk. She slipped behind his desk, pulled the tie rack out from the wall, and…
“Can I help you, Lemon?”
Liz jumped, startled. She opened her mouth to provide an excuse, but no words came. How could he be here? His meeting shouldn’t be done till noon! Had he laid a trap for her?
He moved in from the door. “You were serious about that necktie, weren’t you?” It was more observation than question.
“I’m not going to lie to you, Jack. Criss needed to borrow one.”
He saw right through her. “Good God, Lemon. I know what you two were using it for. The question is, why play pretend when you can have the real thing?”
Liz hadn’t even noticed that he’d closed the distance with her to a matter of inches. She felt locked to his eyes as if they were a tractor beam - or maybe it was his hands gripping her head. And now his lips were coming closer to hers…
… and Liz shot up like a dart, awakened from her dream. She didn’t explain to Criss what it was about.
***
Liz’s dream about returning the tie made her even more paranoid about the actual event. She made doubly sure he was out of the city before even attempting it. In fact, his assistant had gone home for the day before she even took the tie out of her bag.
As she put the tie back in the rack, she saw an index card in the slot, with a note in Jack’s unmistakable handwriting:
“Lemon - please dry clean it before you return it.”
Nerds. She motioned to toss the card in the garbage, but then noticed there was something scrawled on the other side as well.
"Actually, keep it. I hope you and Chris have fun with it. - Jack”
It was just like him to let her think he was disgusted before letting on how he really felt. She couldn’t help but smile.
END
Author: md123
Pairing: Liz/Criss, Liz/Jack
Spoilers: “Grandmentor”
Rating: R
Word Count: 1104
Summary: Post-ep for “Grandmentor.” Liz just can’t let go of that necktie.
She waited a few days, just to be sure.
Jack had probably forgotten all about the whole exchange by now, certainly. He certainly doesn't like to dwell on the topic of her sexuality, and has probably actively pushed it out of his mind. So when when he went to Philadelphia for a meeting, and the assistant was gone, she slipped into his office, went to the secret tie rack, and grabbed the navy blue power tie.
It was kind of silly, and she was half-joking with him about her reaction, but a tie like that on a man like that, combined with perfect grammar -- it stirred something deep inside her. Liz sometimes worried that her low sex drive was going to ruin things with Criss, and anything that got her going was something to take advantage o--- something of which to take advantage.
Safely back in her office, door shut, Liz allowed herself to breathe, exhilarated by the (small) risk she'd taken. The power of the power tie swept over her. She felt dominated by it in a way she found simultaneously confusing, embarrassing, and arousing.
She felt the sudden impulse to -- ahem -- deal with it right then and there, but there was no way that would happen. She'd been largely undressed in her office before (thanks Danny) but not since she'd found out what Frank did in her office when she wasn't there. And what Tracy meant by googling. No, this would have to wait for tonight.
***
Criss greeted her that evening with a kiss and a home-cooked meal. Liz really did love him.
"I thought we'd do a little 'role-play' tonight," Liz offered, smiling and dangling the tie from her hand.
"A little office romance, huh?" Criss was intrigued, mainly ecstatic that she was showing a little initiative.
Criss actually did own a suit, for the rare instance he presented to potential investors. He went to get dressed, as Liz, still dressed in her work clothes, actually got a little work done on her laptop.
"Liz, the errors in these memos you typed are killing me." They'd decided to go Mad Men for this fantasy.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cross. Things have been rough at home lately. I promise I'll make fewer mistakes." Liz tried to do the young, innocent voice without going too young.
"To be honest, you've never been one of the better girls in the pool. I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go."
"Please, Mr. Cross. Isn't there anything I can do to change your mind?" Still seated, she passed her hands over his hips.
Looking up at him, she was a little disappointed. Criss was handsome -- better looking than Jack, certainly -- and the tie was working its usual magic. But something about a suit and tie on Criss looked wrong, like a kid trying on his dad's clothes.
As her hands moved to his crotch, she felt him already anticipating their evening together. There was no backing out now. She reached in to spring him free, and took him into her mouth. She’d never been a big fan of that, but she found that she got a lot out of making him feel so good. That’s love, she thought.
***
A few minutes later, she found herself on all fours on the bed as Criss entered her from behind. It was an unusual position for them, but it seemed appropriate given the scenario. For the first time, she secretly indulged in the personal taboo of imagining her friend and boss, even as Criss’s hands reached underneath her to work their magic. Liz had always imagined Jack would be a skilled lover, if an exhausting and aggravating one.
As Criss continued with his expert attention, she lost herself in her fantasy, until she couldn’t contain herself anymore.
"JA--"
She stopped herself, but not before that crucial half-syllable slipped out.
Her mind, overwhelmed at first with the sensations of the moment and then the shock and panic of her mistake, couldn't find his name. For once, she was pleased to be facing away from him.
As she came down from the moment, and she felt Criss finish, she regained a little composure. "Oh, Criss," she said with a sigh of (fake) contentment. Better late than never!
Liz winced in anticipation of the confrontation, but none came. Criss went into the kitchen to get some food. Liz let out a deep sigh and tried to put the whole thing out of her mind.
***
There was still the matter of returning the tie. She checked Jack’s calendar and contrived a way to pull his assistant away from his desk. She slipped behind his desk, pulled the tie rack out from the wall, and…
“Can I help you, Lemon?”
Liz jumped, startled. She opened her mouth to provide an excuse, but no words came. How could he be here? His meeting shouldn’t be done till noon! Had he laid a trap for her?
He moved in from the door. “You were serious about that necktie, weren’t you?” It was more observation than question.
“I’m not going to lie to you, Jack. Criss needed to borrow one.”
He saw right through her. “Good God, Lemon. I know what you two were using it for. The question is, why play pretend when you can have the real thing?”
Liz hadn’t even noticed that he’d closed the distance with her to a matter of inches. She felt locked to his eyes as if they were a tractor beam - or maybe it was his hands gripping her head. And now his lips were coming closer to hers…
… and Liz shot up like a dart, awakened from her dream. She didn’t explain to Criss what it was about.
***
Liz’s dream about returning the tie made her even more paranoid about the actual event. She made doubly sure he was out of the city before even attempting it. In fact, his assistant had gone home for the day before she even took the tie out of her bag.
As she put the tie back in the rack, she saw an index card in the slot, with a note in Jack’s unmistakable handwriting:
“Lemon - please dry clean it before you return it.”
Nerds. She motioned to toss the card in the garbage, but then noticed there was something scrawled on the other side as well.
"Actually, keep it. I hope you and Chris have fun with it. - Jack”
It was just like him to let her think he was disgusted before letting on how he really felt. She couldn’t help but smile.
END