[30 Rock] Jack Donaghy/Liz Lemon, Prompt #5. Twist
Title: That Explains Your Hair's Thickness and Shine
Author: michellek
Prompt: 7snogs #5. Twist
Also For: ham_napkin: braided hair
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 878
Summary: Liz discovers a new type of foreplay. Tiny spoiler for 'Future Husband.'
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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It begins -- at the moment, Liz doesn't know anything is, but later she'll see this as how it begins -- with Jack twisting a lock of her hair around his finger. She leans closer to him; lets him pull her onto his lap. He spreads his legs so she can sit on the couch, positioned in front of him and between his thighs. His fingers slide through her hair as if he's a hairdresser preparing to style it. She's wondering what he is preparing to do when he... starts to braid her hair.
Huh.
She figured Jack would try to switch gears and turn this night of TV -- their fourth date, and the second time she planned their evening, and yes, watching TV together is an awesome idea for a date -- into something that involved his hands on her, but she assumed he'd be going for 'below the neck' action. Liz isn't sure what to make of this, but she doesn't ask him what he's doing. Well, she knows what he's doing. She doesn't ask him why he's doing it, though she finds herself hit by the need for an explanation when he's done, holding the end of the braid to keep it from coming undone. That need fades as he moves his handiwork slightly to kiss the back of her neck. His mouth travels over her skin, from right above the top of her shirt to a spot behind her ear. She turns her head, sucking in a breath as his lips brush over a new bit of her skin. He lets go of her hair, the end of her braid falling loose. It unravels further as she turns her body, head tipping back to allow him to continue kissing her neck. Even when her lips are more easily accessible, he doesn't raise his head, mouth dropping to an exposed bit of her chest as she lifts her feet onto the couch. She settles more comfortably onto his lap after his knees are closer together. He caresses the outside of her thigh, and she's glad she settled on slacks instead of jeans so she can appreciate him touching her even with a layer of cloth separating them. He probably would've preferred a skirt, but whatever.
His gaze meets hers. "Take off your top."
She complies. There's no bra underneath; the shirt is kind of tight, and if one of her boobs were to pop out it would be okay because he's already seen the entire set.
They skipped ahead. In terms of how far she'll go after a date. Or during one. It's been a crazy week and a half.
He kisses the hollow of her throat, takes a straight line to the valley between her breasts. She rubs the back of his neck as she watches his mouth travel over her. He undoes the button of her pants as he sucks on her nipple; unzips them while he's closing his lips over the other one. He pulls her pants and underwear down her legs, the tangled garments left at the end of the couch after she kicks them off completely. She shifts her position again, straddling him. Her chest is level with his face, and he takes advantage of this, lips and tongue continuing their previous actions as his fingers stroke the folds of her sex. Her moans get louder as his thumb circles her clit -- is it weird that Jack is better at touching her down there than she ever has been? -- as he eases two fingers inside her. Her orgasm happens quickly, quicker than she thought it would (the neck kissing thing must do it for her more than she realized), but he doesn't stop touching her (she thought he might want to move on to something else). The second time she comes, she's grinding against his palm as he curves the fingers that are still buried inside her.
Her hair is no longer braided.
After he withdraws his fingers, he keeps his hand between her thighs. She looks at him through half-open eyes as she tries to catch her breath, moans at the continued contact with her sex, does so more softly as he stops cupping her. He brings his hand... the other one, she means. The one that he wasn't using to deal with her vagina. Anyway, he brings his hand to the side of her face. He kisses her chin as he slides his fingers through her hair.
That reminds her.
"What was that about before? The hair braiding thing?"
He again twists a lock of her hair around his finger. Smiles. "It was a romantic type of foreplay."
"Oh." Braiding a lady's hair is a sex thing? There are so many things that she never knew were things. She leans forward and down, bringing her mouth closer to his. She hesitates as she plays with his hair. Wonders if he's been growing it out for a reason. "Do you want me to braid your hair?"
"No."
"Okay."
She fully closes the distance separating their lips, parting hers as they make contact with Jack's. He deepens the kiss as her hands move between them to unbuckle his belt.
His fingers are still in her hair.
END
Author: michellek
Prompt: 7snogs #5. Twist
Also For: ham_napkin: braided hair
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 878
Summary: Liz discovers a new type of foreplay. Tiny spoiler for 'Future Husband.'
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
*
It begins -- at the moment, Liz doesn't know anything is, but later she'll see this as how it begins -- with Jack twisting a lock of her hair around his finger. She leans closer to him; lets him pull her onto his lap. He spreads his legs so she can sit on the couch, positioned in front of him and between his thighs. His fingers slide through her hair as if he's a hairdresser preparing to style it. She's wondering what he is preparing to do when he... starts to braid her hair.
Huh.
She figured Jack would try to switch gears and turn this night of TV -- their fourth date, and the second time she planned their evening, and yes, watching TV together is an awesome idea for a date -- into something that involved his hands on her, but she assumed he'd be going for 'below the neck' action. Liz isn't sure what to make of this, but she doesn't ask him what he's doing. Well, she knows what he's doing. She doesn't ask him why he's doing it, though she finds herself hit by the need for an explanation when he's done, holding the end of the braid to keep it from coming undone. That need fades as he moves his handiwork slightly to kiss the back of her neck. His mouth travels over her skin, from right above the top of her shirt to a spot behind her ear. She turns her head, sucking in a breath as his lips brush over a new bit of her skin. He lets go of her hair, the end of her braid falling loose. It unravels further as she turns her body, head tipping back to allow him to continue kissing her neck. Even when her lips are more easily accessible, he doesn't raise his head, mouth dropping to an exposed bit of her chest as she lifts her feet onto the couch. She settles more comfortably onto his lap after his knees are closer together. He caresses the outside of her thigh, and she's glad she settled on slacks instead of jeans so she can appreciate him touching her even with a layer of cloth separating them. He probably would've preferred a skirt, but whatever.
His gaze meets hers. "Take off your top."
She complies. There's no bra underneath; the shirt is kind of tight, and if one of her boobs were to pop out it would be okay because he's already seen the entire set.
They skipped ahead. In terms of how far she'll go after a date. Or during one. It's been a crazy week and a half.
He kisses the hollow of her throat, takes a straight line to the valley between her breasts. She rubs the back of his neck as she watches his mouth travel over her. He undoes the button of her pants as he sucks on her nipple; unzips them while he's closing his lips over the other one. He pulls her pants and underwear down her legs, the tangled garments left at the end of the couch after she kicks them off completely. She shifts her position again, straddling him. Her chest is level with his face, and he takes advantage of this, lips and tongue continuing their previous actions as his fingers stroke the folds of her sex. Her moans get louder as his thumb circles her clit -- is it weird that Jack is better at touching her down there than she ever has been? -- as he eases two fingers inside her. Her orgasm happens quickly, quicker than she thought it would (the neck kissing thing must do it for her more than she realized), but he doesn't stop touching her (she thought he might want to move on to something else). The second time she comes, she's grinding against his palm as he curves the fingers that are still buried inside her.
Her hair is no longer braided.
After he withdraws his fingers, he keeps his hand between her thighs. She looks at him through half-open eyes as she tries to catch her breath, moans at the continued contact with her sex, does so more softly as he stops cupping her. He brings his hand... the other one, she means. The one that he wasn't using to deal with her vagina. Anyway, he brings his hand to the side of her face. He kisses her chin as he slides his fingers through her hair.
That reminds her.
"What was that about before? The hair braiding thing?"
He again twists a lock of her hair around his finger. Smiles. "It was a romantic type of foreplay."
"Oh." Braiding a lady's hair is a sex thing? There are so many things that she never knew were things. She leans forward and down, bringing her mouth closer to his. She hesitates as she plays with his hair. Wonders if he's been growing it out for a reason. "Do you want me to braid your hair?"
"No."
"Okay."
She fully closes the distance separating their lips, parting hers as they make contact with Jack's. He deepens the kiss as her hands move between them to unbuckle his belt.
His fingers are still in her hair.
END