Marked for Embarrassment (Jack/Liz)
Title: Marked for Embarrassment
Prompt: 100_situations #088. Blood
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Spoilers: 'Audition Day'
Word Count: 802
Rating: PG
Table: Number Two.
Summary: Jack has bedbugs again.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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Jack has bedbugs again. (Or: they didn't get all the bedbugs last time and said bugs have now emerged from their hiding places to feast on blood.)
Liz isn't happy. Not just because of the blood feasting and the red bumps on her skin.
"This is not good for me." She sits at the edge of the couch. It might be best to have as little contact with the furniture as possible until his house is properly debugged. Jack must disagree, because he's sitting the way he usually does. Also, she shouldn't go near doorways. They live in crevices. This place is so big and has so many crevices and she'd leave if she didn't have so much of her stuff here. "At all."
"Why?" he asks. "It certainly won't affect your social standing. And stop scratching. You look ridiculous."
"You're scratching!"
"Your scratching is more frantic and odd-looking."
"Point is, I go into work scratching like a maniac, you're scratching like a maniac -- yes, your scratching looks weird, too -- and people are going to figure out that we--" She pauses the hurried movement of her fingertips against her forearm to gesture between the two of them. "--are sleeping together."
"You don't think your apartment dealing with an unrelated infestation is a more reasonable explanation for your plight?"
She pauses her scratching again to poke him in the chest. "Don't pull the 'no one would believe I'd do you' card when you're doing me."
"I'm not currently having sex with you or making an attempt to do so. I believe you're aware that my seduction methods are much more effective and, at the risk of being redundant, seductive."
"I don't mean you're doing me *now*. I mean in general."
"I know, Lemon; I'm not an imbecile." He unbuttons his shirt part of the way and slides his hand inside. The way he's rubbing himself looks... oddly sexual, but not in a good way. Like, she doesn't think she'd be cool with him opening his shirt and touching his chest if she were in the mood to fool around. "I was playing semantics in an attempt to distract you from your mid-level anxiety about something that can be easily dealt with. I don't need to come down to your floor, and thus your staff doesn't even have to be aware that you and share a problem with uncontrollable scratching. I should probably shut myself away as much as possible until I finally resolve this issue. During the last time my mattress was infested with those parasites, and also earlier today when I made the mistake of leaving the house, I was treated as subhuman."
Her shoulders slump. "Thanks for using that word right now. It makes me look forward to the rest of my week."
"Again, I don't think this should be a problem for you. I'm sure many of the people on your staff have dealt with more disgusting infestations than the one you're currently living through. You honestly think Lutz has room to judge another person?" He studies her for a moment. The way he removes his hand from his shirt is sort of sexual in a good way, mostly because it reminds Liz of the first time they slept together, when he was guiding her hands around his body. It's not enough to get her into the idea of sex, but she enjoys the short respite from thoughts of bugs sucking her blood. "You," he says after a pause, "honestly do scratch yourself in the most bizarre way."
"Oh God, shut up."
She stops scratching. For a minute.
He starts to rub her back. "Would you feel better if I blow-dried your bites?"
Her scratching calms somewhat. "Yeah. And, you're right; I do kind of scratch myself in a weird way."
"In your defense, my scratching probably isn't any more dignified." He continues to caress her back. "Then, if you wouldn't mind, you could hug me."
If there's any dude she'd assumed would never *ask* for hugs, it's Jack. But deep down, he's a little... is vulnerable the word she wants? Sensitive doesn't sound right. In any case, she likes that he has, over time, revealed himself to be a hugger. She pats his knee. "You're still upset about that homeless guy calling you disgusting, aren't you?"
"Perhaps."
This time, she pats his shoulder. "I'll hug you now."
"Thank you."
"No problem. You know," she adds after she slides her arms around him, "if I have to go through this with anyone," and, possible workplace mini-scandal aside, she likes having someone to go through this with... partly because dealing with shared bedbugs means she's sharing a bed with someone, "I'm glad it's you." Not just because she likes sharing a bed with him. "And not because I like to see you suffer."
"I know."
"Good."
END
Prompt: 100_situations #088. Blood
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Spoilers: 'Audition Day'
Word Count: 802
Rating: PG
Table: Number Two.
Summary: Jack has bedbugs again.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Jack has bedbugs again. (Or: they didn't get all the bedbugs last time and said bugs have now emerged from their hiding places to feast on blood.)
Liz isn't happy. Not just because of the blood feasting and the red bumps on her skin.
"This is not good for me." She sits at the edge of the couch. It might be best to have as little contact with the furniture as possible until his house is properly debugged. Jack must disagree, because he's sitting the way he usually does. Also, she shouldn't go near doorways. They live in crevices. This place is so big and has so many crevices and she'd leave if she didn't have so much of her stuff here. "At all."
"Why?" he asks. "It certainly won't affect your social standing. And stop scratching. You look ridiculous."
"You're scratching!"
"Your scratching is more frantic and odd-looking."
"Point is, I go into work scratching like a maniac, you're scratching like a maniac -- yes, your scratching looks weird, too -- and people are going to figure out that we--" She pauses the hurried movement of her fingertips against her forearm to gesture between the two of them. "--are sleeping together."
"You don't think your apartment dealing with an unrelated infestation is a more reasonable explanation for your plight?"
She pauses her scratching again to poke him in the chest. "Don't pull the 'no one would believe I'd do you' card when you're doing me."
"I'm not currently having sex with you or making an attempt to do so. I believe you're aware that my seduction methods are much more effective and, at the risk of being redundant, seductive."
"I don't mean you're doing me *now*. I mean in general."
"I know, Lemon; I'm not an imbecile." He unbuttons his shirt part of the way and slides his hand inside. The way he's rubbing himself looks... oddly sexual, but not in a good way. Like, she doesn't think she'd be cool with him opening his shirt and touching his chest if she were in the mood to fool around. "I was playing semantics in an attempt to distract you from your mid-level anxiety about something that can be easily dealt with. I don't need to come down to your floor, and thus your staff doesn't even have to be aware that you and share a problem with uncontrollable scratching. I should probably shut myself away as much as possible until I finally resolve this issue. During the last time my mattress was infested with those parasites, and also earlier today when I made the mistake of leaving the house, I was treated as subhuman."
Her shoulders slump. "Thanks for using that word right now. It makes me look forward to the rest of my week."
"Again, I don't think this should be a problem for you. I'm sure many of the people on your staff have dealt with more disgusting infestations than the one you're currently living through. You honestly think Lutz has room to judge another person?" He studies her for a moment. The way he removes his hand from his shirt is sort of sexual in a good way, mostly because it reminds Liz of the first time they slept together, when he was guiding her hands around his body. It's not enough to get her into the idea of sex, but she enjoys the short respite from thoughts of bugs sucking her blood. "You," he says after a pause, "honestly do scratch yourself in the most bizarre way."
"Oh God, shut up."
She stops scratching. For a minute.
He starts to rub her back. "Would you feel better if I blow-dried your bites?"
Her scratching calms somewhat. "Yeah. And, you're right; I do kind of scratch myself in a weird way."
"In your defense, my scratching probably isn't any more dignified." He continues to caress her back. "Then, if you wouldn't mind, you could hug me."
If there's any dude she'd assumed would never *ask* for hugs, it's Jack. But deep down, he's a little... is vulnerable the word she wants? Sensitive doesn't sound right. In any case, she likes that he has, over time, revealed himself to be a hugger. She pats his knee. "You're still upset about that homeless guy calling you disgusting, aren't you?"
"Perhaps."
This time, she pats his shoulder. "I'll hug you now."
"Thank you."
"No problem. You know," she adds after she slides her arms around him, "if I have to go through this with anyone," and, possible workplace mini-scandal aside, she likes having someone to go through this with... partly because dealing with shared bedbugs means she's sharing a bed with someone, "I'm glad it's you." Not just because she likes sharing a bed with him. "And not because I like to see you suffer."
"I know."
"Good."
END