A New Adventure in Our Secret Affair (Jack/Liz)
Title: A New Adventure in Our Secret Affair
For: The Porn Battle!
Prompt: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, desk
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,140
Summary: "Office sex had never appealed to her..."
Disclaimer: This doesn't belong to me.
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Office sex had never appealed to her, and Jack's suggestions that she change her opinion weren't persuasive. Because, well. He'd always propose it in the middle of the day, when they had been talking about something completely unrelated to their sex life. (The time he brought it up after she had been complaining about Frank's desire to turn his periodic farting contests into a regular competition, complete with teams and custom-made shirts, was... it was a really awkward transition.) And he'd make comments like, "You should expand your horizons, Lemon," which were a weird, unarousing mix of mentor and boyfriend that she didn't even know how to respond to.
Well, okay, she often responded by frowning. But she never knew what to say. So. She didn't know how to respond verbally.
What's the point here? Liz isn't sure right now, because she's half-naked and leaning against Jack's desk, with an in-his-underwear Jack in front of her. There's a story to explain how she got here, one which basically boils down to Jack changing his strategy. For one thing, he brought it up after Jonathan went home. For another, Jack didn't talk to her as if he were her life coach. Also, and most importantly, Jack can be very sexy when he wants to be. You know, she can't believe he didn't take this tactic sooner. It's such an obvious choice, really. Not that Liz thought she'd let this happen under any circumstances, but that's not the point, because it's happening and she's not stopping it, and. It's not like anybody's going to walk in, and that's the part that always freaked her out. But hey--
"What if Jonathan forgot something and comes back to the office?"
Jack peers at her curiously. "I don't know what you're suggesting, but I'm not going to let him join in or watch."
"Um. Ewww."
He nods. "I should've assumed that wasn't what you were getting at. But for all I knew, this little bit of adventure turned you into the sort of woman who--"
"Forget about that. What I was trying to say is: what if Jonathan comes back to the office?"
"The door's locked."
"I mean, what if he hears us?"
"You really must stop with the hypotheticals for the evening. But if he did hear us, what does it matter? He can't tell everyone that you're sleeping with the boss, as he wouldn't be able to identify the sounds as yours. If it makes you feel better, I will not scream your name."
The low whisper in which he delivers these comments makes her forget her objections. Because, yeah, Jack can be sexy when he wants to be. Even when saying things that aren't particularly sexy.
She'd tell him how cool that is if she weren't sure he already knew.
He kisses her then, slowly moving his hands from her hips to her chest. He touches her through her bra, thumbs pushing the fabric closer to the center of her breasts. She moans into his mouth, and he pulls back.
"Lemon--"
"Dude," she says. "Don't call me Lemon while you're touching my boobs."
"And I will ask that you extend a similar courtesy to me and not call me 'dude.'"
Liz starts to ask if she can call him 'dude' in other situations, but then his mouth is moving down her neck, and she's unhooking her bra, and. If she really wants to call him 'dude' in the future, she'll ask him then. He unbuttons her pants as his mouth travels over her chest, pushes them down as his lips close over her nipple. Then he's sliding her panties down her legs, surprising her by not stopping to frown at the fact that they don't match her bra. She wonders if he's ceased being bothered by her mix-and-match style or if he's just really eager to have sex with her. His next move -- kissing her mouth -- doesn't really clear it up, nor does the next one -- deepening the kiss as he strokes the outside of her thighs -- but it's not long before his hand is between her legs and she's growing wetter around his fingers. Then she's tilting her hips and guiding him inside her, gripping the edge of the desk as he starts to move. She's kind of not sure what she's supposed to do now. Like, will she slip off the desk if she tries to reposition herself? Should she be holding onto him? Should she have asked him before? Would he have given her an 'oh, you poor thing' look or found her naiveté charming? Would this be easier to figure out if her body wasn't distracting her mind?
Yes, to the last one. She never had problems figuring things out during bad sex. Bad sex seemed to improve her brain.
But that's not the point. The point is the questions, which are answered when Jack slips his hand under her thigh and draws her leg up. She wraps it around him and leans back slightly, muttering his name as he pushes deeper inside her. It still feels kind of weird to have sex this way, but it also feels so good, and he keeps kissing her and whispering against her skin, until he's making her come. It's not too long before he climaxes -- or maybe it is; sex with Jack turns her brain to mush and causes her to lose all sense of time -- and then Liz is again unsure of what she's supposed to do. Like, is she supposed to put on her clothes? Ask him if he's up for more? Take a nap on the couch?
Jack's giving her no help, as he's just looking at her and touching her, and. Well. That is nice. But at this point, she starts to wonder if it was really necessary to get completely naked for office sex. But maybe there are different rules for after-hours office sex. Or maybe Jack feels that he can break office sex rules. He'd probably be the type to buy a book about office sex just so he can do the opposite, and oh God what the hell is up with her brain?
This is all Jack's fault. Him and his ability to make her enjoy sex. Stupid jerk.
Okay, she doesn't really mind. Not really really.
"See," he says. "It's not so bad to try something new--"
She covers his mouth. "Please don't be mentor guy right now. Just be guy who has sex with me guy."
After she pulls her hand away, he says, "I was being guy who has sex with you guy. I usually am, to be quite frank."
Then he's kissing her, and she's still not sure what to do next. But, you know. She's okay with that.
END
For: The Porn Battle!
Prompt: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, desk
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,140
Summary: "Office sex had never appealed to her..."
Disclaimer: This doesn't belong to me.
*
Office sex had never appealed to her, and Jack's suggestions that she change her opinion weren't persuasive. Because, well. He'd always propose it in the middle of the day, when they had been talking about something completely unrelated to their sex life. (The time he brought it up after she had been complaining about Frank's desire to turn his periodic farting contests into a regular competition, complete with teams and custom-made shirts, was... it was a really awkward transition.) And he'd make comments like, "You should expand your horizons, Lemon," which were a weird, unarousing mix of mentor and boyfriend that she didn't even know how to respond to.
Well, okay, she often responded by frowning. But she never knew what to say. So. She didn't know how to respond verbally.
What's the point here? Liz isn't sure right now, because she's half-naked and leaning against Jack's desk, with an in-his-underwear Jack in front of her. There's a story to explain how she got here, one which basically boils down to Jack changing his strategy. For one thing, he brought it up after Jonathan went home. For another, Jack didn't talk to her as if he were her life coach. Also, and most importantly, Jack can be very sexy when he wants to be. You know, she can't believe he didn't take this tactic sooner. It's such an obvious choice, really. Not that Liz thought she'd let this happen under any circumstances, but that's not the point, because it's happening and she's not stopping it, and. It's not like anybody's going to walk in, and that's the part that always freaked her out. But hey--
"What if Jonathan forgot something and comes back to the office?"
Jack peers at her curiously. "I don't know what you're suggesting, but I'm not going to let him join in or watch."
"Um. Ewww."
He nods. "I should've assumed that wasn't what you were getting at. But for all I knew, this little bit of adventure turned you into the sort of woman who--"
"Forget about that. What I was trying to say is: what if Jonathan comes back to the office?"
"The door's locked."
"I mean, what if he hears us?"
"You really must stop with the hypotheticals for the evening. But if he did hear us, what does it matter? He can't tell everyone that you're sleeping with the boss, as he wouldn't be able to identify the sounds as yours. If it makes you feel better, I will not scream your name."
The low whisper in which he delivers these comments makes her forget her objections. Because, yeah, Jack can be sexy when he wants to be. Even when saying things that aren't particularly sexy.
She'd tell him how cool that is if she weren't sure he already knew.
He kisses her then, slowly moving his hands from her hips to her chest. He touches her through her bra, thumbs pushing the fabric closer to the center of her breasts. She moans into his mouth, and he pulls back.
"Lemon--"
"Dude," she says. "Don't call me Lemon while you're touching my boobs."
"And I will ask that you extend a similar courtesy to me and not call me 'dude.'"
Liz starts to ask if she can call him 'dude' in other situations, but then his mouth is moving down her neck, and she's unhooking her bra, and. If she really wants to call him 'dude' in the future, she'll ask him then. He unbuttons her pants as his mouth travels over her chest, pushes them down as his lips close over her nipple. Then he's sliding her panties down her legs, surprising her by not stopping to frown at the fact that they don't match her bra. She wonders if he's ceased being bothered by her mix-and-match style or if he's just really eager to have sex with her. His next move -- kissing her mouth -- doesn't really clear it up, nor does the next one -- deepening the kiss as he strokes the outside of her thighs -- but it's not long before his hand is between her legs and she's growing wetter around his fingers. Then she's tilting her hips and guiding him inside her, gripping the edge of the desk as he starts to move. She's kind of not sure what she's supposed to do now. Like, will she slip off the desk if she tries to reposition herself? Should she be holding onto him? Should she have asked him before? Would he have given her an 'oh, you poor thing' look or found her naiveté charming? Would this be easier to figure out if her body wasn't distracting her mind?
Yes, to the last one. She never had problems figuring things out during bad sex. Bad sex seemed to improve her brain.
But that's not the point. The point is the questions, which are answered when Jack slips his hand under her thigh and draws her leg up. She wraps it around him and leans back slightly, muttering his name as he pushes deeper inside her. It still feels kind of weird to have sex this way, but it also feels so good, and he keeps kissing her and whispering against her skin, until he's making her come. It's not too long before he climaxes -- or maybe it is; sex with Jack turns her brain to mush and causes her to lose all sense of time -- and then Liz is again unsure of what she's supposed to do. Like, is she supposed to put on her clothes? Ask him if he's up for more? Take a nap on the couch?
Jack's giving her no help, as he's just looking at her and touching her, and. Well. That is nice. But at this point, she starts to wonder if it was really necessary to get completely naked for office sex. But maybe there are different rules for after-hours office sex. Or maybe Jack feels that he can break office sex rules. He'd probably be the type to buy a book about office sex just so he can do the opposite, and oh God what the hell is up with her brain?
This is all Jack's fault. Him and his ability to make her enjoy sex. Stupid jerk.
Okay, she doesn't really mind. Not really really.
"See," he says. "It's not so bad to try something new--"
She covers his mouth. "Please don't be mentor guy right now. Just be guy who has sex with me guy."
After she pulls her hand away, he says, "I was being guy who has sex with you guy. I usually am, to be quite frank."
Then he's kissing her, and she's still not sure what to do next. But, you know. She's okay with that.
END