[30 Rock] Jack Donaghy/Liz Lemon, Prompt #2. Jealousy
Title: Mine and Ours
Author: michellek
Prompt: 7snogs #2. Jealousy
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,814
Spoilers: through 'Black Light Attack!'
Summary: Jack doesn't believe that Liz is going to leave him for another man.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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Jack doesn't believe Liz is going to leave him for another man. He doesn't think she'd pursue an affair, or that she'd abandon her sexual morals if she found herself propositioned by a man more attractive than himself (he is, of course, incredibly handsome, but he will admit that at this stage of his life there are an increasing amount of men who are more appealing to the average woman). There is no reason for him to believe Danny, a decent man whom he considers a friend, would make a play for Liz after he willingly stepped aside so that Jack could, one day, confess his feelings for her. And even if there was any sort of spark that lingered after Liz and Danny's months-ago break-up, Jack is certain he's squashed it through showing Lemon passion greater than the most fervent makeout session could provide and telling Danny the story of when he finally saw Lemon's feet. A mostly fabricated story -- he has seen her feet, but they weren't uglier than anyone else's -- but one that Jack believes served to both make Liz a bit less alluring in Danny's eyes and to display, via his acceptance of her flaws, how much Jack loves her and, thus, how important for his future happiness Liz truly is.
Regardless of all this, Jack doesn't like watching them together. They're on the dance floor, but not dancing. (Currently, the only one dancing is Lutz. The display is appalling.) Liz is laughing at something Danny's said. She leans closer, resting a hand on his chest. It's friendship, workplace camaraderie, but the history Jack knows about makes it look like... not like there's something more there, but still very much like a moment Jack doesn't wish to witness. He could lie and say he's not a jealous man, but truth is, he's very territorial when it comes to what, to who he loves. However, he doesn't move from his place at the bar, doesn't risk making an unnecessary scene. He simply waits for Liz to come to him, which she does shortly after her interaction with Danny. She smiles at Jack, starts to turn her attention to the bartender, but before she orders another drink, he leans closer. Whispers, "Come with me," into her ear.
He rests a hand on her back as he guides her to the back of the bar, near the bathrooms. And, while her staff celebrates another week on the air, while Tracy and Jenna are doing God knows what, while he and Liz are in a place where anyone -- friend, employee, or stranger -- could find them, he presses Liz against the wall and kisses her.
Jack is certain that Liz is unaware there's any jealousy behind this act, has no idea he's looking to reclaim her even though he hasn't lost her. She must see this as another moment caused by his robust sex drive, a sex drive she's stopped being surprised by. Her arms slide around his neck as she kisses him; she moans softly as he rests his hand on her ass. He begins to calculate where he should take her next. He quickly dismisses the prospect of waiting until they're at his place to escalate this; even waiting until they're in the back of his car seems excessively long. That leaves either of the bathrooms -- the men's room. Less chance of a crowd, less chance they'll be ratted out if someone does enter and overhear them (men are much more blasé about bathroom sex). He makes this decision without asking her, but she doesn't protest as he grabs her hand and leads her to their destination. After he pushes open the door, he glances back at Liz, discovers that she's covered her eyes. He finds it interesting that she is, not for the first time, allowing him to guide her to a semi-public place for sex, but is squeamish about accidentally seeing a penis that isn't his.
"We're alone," he says.
She lets her hand drop. Lets him lead her to the stall farthest from the door. Lets him press her against the wall again, this time pairing his kissing with a hand on her chest, caressing her breast through the layers of fabric, while his other hand goes everywhere it can. He shifts his kissing to her neck, then the exposed part of her chest.
He nuzzles her cheek; kisses her there. "I've been thinking about this all night."
"I never would have guessed you would spend a bunch of time thinking about sex."
She arches toward him as he pulls up her skirt, slipping his hand underneath her panties to touch her ass. He kisses her as his fingers press into her flesh. Her thigh brushes against the outside of his, her sex rubs against his erection, as her leg briefly wraps around his waist. Her heel makes a loud noise when her foot is suddenly back on the floor.
"Damn it," she mutters.
"What?"
"That was awkward. The leg thing."
"It's not the first awkward moment we've had. I don't mind awkward, as long as it doesn't spiral into something worse."
"Still."
He moves his touch to the front of her panties, but doesn't slide it underneath the fabric, which is already damp to the touch. He doesn't truly need the reassurance, but, after he's pushing the strip of cotton to the side, as he's spreading her open and feeling her arousal coat his skin, he whispers, "No other man has ever made you this wet." A statement, essentially, but one that needs a response.
She gives him one, muttering in a voice softened by desire for him and embarrassment at having to voice her desire, "No one else has."
He presses two fingertips at her entrance, not penetrating her with his digits until his thumb is circling her clit. The bathroom door opens and closes, but Liz doesn't ask him to stop. She presses her mouth against his chest, muffling the sounds she lets out while he fucks her with his fingers. She comes while the faucet is running, while whoever is out there is washing his hands. Her fingers dig into his arm as she cries out as softly as she can. After the door closes again, she lifts her head up, more moans spilling out as she tries to catch her breath.
"We have to get out of here soon," she says, grabbing for his zipper. "So get in... never mind. That would not be a sexy thing to say."
His teeth graze her bottom lip as he grabs her wrist and holds her arm against the wall. He turns them both around so he's facing the stall wall and she's leaning against it. He loosens his grip on her arm, lets go entirely after he places her hand on his chest. "Tell me to fuck you."
She hesitates again. Moves her hand up and down his chest. "Fuck me," she whispers.
"Tell me I'm the only man who's ever made you come."
Now, she looks somewhat confused (generally, he does spread out the sexual talk over a longer period of time so her uneasiness with blunt words doesn't morph into outright shame and discomfort). "Jack, what's going on?"
"Nothing is going on, Lemon." He leans closer, not breaking eye contact. "I just want to hear it. I want to hear it before I fuck you. Before I make you come again."
Her fingers curve against his shoulder. "You the only man who's ever made me come." Her voice is surer as she says the next, less explicit words. "You are the only man who's made me want sex. You are the only man I want."
Jack now assumes she must have an inkling about his underlying motive for this encounter. Part of him feels pathetic, but thankfully it's not an overwhelming part of himself. "I know," he says, before capturing her lips in another kiss.
He slips his hand between their bodies to unzip himself, pulls out his cock with fingers that are slick because of her. He draws her leg up, bends a bit at the knees so he can align his body with hers. She wraps her arms and legs around him as he pushes in deeper, slowly filling her as she relaxes around him. He brings one hand to the top of the barrier as he starts to thrust, lets his other hand caress the flesh of her thigh. She draws his face closer, pressing her mouth against his neck to stifle her moans. He does hear people entering the bathroom; leaving it. There is a dude, I think people are having sex in there conversation, and some awkward laughter. He assumes Liz hears all of this, too, but she still doesn't tell him to stop.
After the current men are gone, the heavy door closing a signal that they aren't interested in an auditory form of voyeurism or watching his fingers flex against the stall wall, she briefly lifts her head up, letting out a loud moan against his ear. He kisses her neck, then her mouth, swallowing her next moans as her muscles spasm around his cock. He's forced to break the kiss as he gasps for air, the feel of her coming so intense, so satisfying. There's also a sense of satisfaction in how she cries out, how her fingers claw at his back, not finding anything to grab onto since he's wearing his suit jacket. He holds onto her hip as he rocks his pelvis against hers before sliding almost all the way out of her and plunging back in, fucking her hard and fast until he's coming, until he's groaning loudly and making no attempt to suppress it.
He slips out of Liz, then helps her get her feet back on the ground. Her arms are still around him, she's still breathing heavily. After he zips himself up, she reaches up to touch his face, wiping some of the sweat off his forehead with her thumb. He leans down to kiss her neck, to taste the perspiration that's formed on her skin, as her hand slides through his damp hair. She sighs as his hand is again between her thighs, this time to readjust her underwear.
"So," she says, "what's the plan now?"
"We leave through a back exit and I take you home. And then--"
"I can guess the rest. And I meant about leaving the bathroom."
"You leave first, and if someone inquires as to why you're in here, you either complain about the line in the ladies' room, pretend you're intoxicated, or ignore them." He kisses her. "Then I leave and meet you at the aforementioned back exit."
"Okay. Sounds reasonable." She kisses him. "I'm gonna go. See you out there. And wash your hands."
He kisses the top of her head before she leaves. "Of course."
END
Author: michellek
Prompt: 7snogs #2. Jealousy
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,814
Spoilers: through 'Black Light Attack!'
Summary: Jack doesn't believe that Liz is going to leave him for another man.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
*
Jack doesn't believe Liz is going to leave him for another man. He doesn't think she'd pursue an affair, or that she'd abandon her sexual morals if she found herself propositioned by a man more attractive than himself (he is, of course, incredibly handsome, but he will admit that at this stage of his life there are an increasing amount of men who are more appealing to the average woman). There is no reason for him to believe Danny, a decent man whom he considers a friend, would make a play for Liz after he willingly stepped aside so that Jack could, one day, confess his feelings for her. And even if there was any sort of spark that lingered after Liz and Danny's months-ago break-up, Jack is certain he's squashed it through showing Lemon passion greater than the most fervent makeout session could provide and telling Danny the story of when he finally saw Lemon's feet. A mostly fabricated story -- he has seen her feet, but they weren't uglier than anyone else's -- but one that Jack believes served to both make Liz a bit less alluring in Danny's eyes and to display, via his acceptance of her flaws, how much Jack loves her and, thus, how important for his future happiness Liz truly is.
Regardless of all this, Jack doesn't like watching them together. They're on the dance floor, but not dancing. (Currently, the only one dancing is Lutz. The display is appalling.) Liz is laughing at something Danny's said. She leans closer, resting a hand on his chest. It's friendship, workplace camaraderie, but the history Jack knows about makes it look like... not like there's something more there, but still very much like a moment Jack doesn't wish to witness. He could lie and say he's not a jealous man, but truth is, he's very territorial when it comes to what, to who he loves. However, he doesn't move from his place at the bar, doesn't risk making an unnecessary scene. He simply waits for Liz to come to him, which she does shortly after her interaction with Danny. She smiles at Jack, starts to turn her attention to the bartender, but before she orders another drink, he leans closer. Whispers, "Come with me," into her ear.
He rests a hand on her back as he guides her to the back of the bar, near the bathrooms. And, while her staff celebrates another week on the air, while Tracy and Jenna are doing God knows what, while he and Liz are in a place where anyone -- friend, employee, or stranger -- could find them, he presses Liz against the wall and kisses her.
Jack is certain that Liz is unaware there's any jealousy behind this act, has no idea he's looking to reclaim her even though he hasn't lost her. She must see this as another moment caused by his robust sex drive, a sex drive she's stopped being surprised by. Her arms slide around his neck as she kisses him; she moans softly as he rests his hand on her ass. He begins to calculate where he should take her next. He quickly dismisses the prospect of waiting until they're at his place to escalate this; even waiting until they're in the back of his car seems excessively long. That leaves either of the bathrooms -- the men's room. Less chance of a crowd, less chance they'll be ratted out if someone does enter and overhear them (men are much more blasé about bathroom sex). He makes this decision without asking her, but she doesn't protest as he grabs her hand and leads her to their destination. After he pushes open the door, he glances back at Liz, discovers that she's covered her eyes. He finds it interesting that she is, not for the first time, allowing him to guide her to a semi-public place for sex, but is squeamish about accidentally seeing a penis that isn't his.
"We're alone," he says.
She lets her hand drop. Lets him lead her to the stall farthest from the door. Lets him press her against the wall again, this time pairing his kissing with a hand on her chest, caressing her breast through the layers of fabric, while his other hand goes everywhere it can. He shifts his kissing to her neck, then the exposed part of her chest.
He nuzzles her cheek; kisses her there. "I've been thinking about this all night."
"I never would have guessed you would spend a bunch of time thinking about sex."
She arches toward him as he pulls up her skirt, slipping his hand underneath her panties to touch her ass. He kisses her as his fingers press into her flesh. Her thigh brushes against the outside of his, her sex rubs against his erection, as her leg briefly wraps around his waist. Her heel makes a loud noise when her foot is suddenly back on the floor.
"Damn it," she mutters.
"What?"
"That was awkward. The leg thing."
"It's not the first awkward moment we've had. I don't mind awkward, as long as it doesn't spiral into something worse."
"Still."
He moves his touch to the front of her panties, but doesn't slide it underneath the fabric, which is already damp to the touch. He doesn't truly need the reassurance, but, after he's pushing the strip of cotton to the side, as he's spreading her open and feeling her arousal coat his skin, he whispers, "No other man has ever made you this wet." A statement, essentially, but one that needs a response.
She gives him one, muttering in a voice softened by desire for him and embarrassment at having to voice her desire, "No one else has."
He presses two fingertips at her entrance, not penetrating her with his digits until his thumb is circling her clit. The bathroom door opens and closes, but Liz doesn't ask him to stop. She presses her mouth against his chest, muffling the sounds she lets out while he fucks her with his fingers. She comes while the faucet is running, while whoever is out there is washing his hands. Her fingers dig into his arm as she cries out as softly as she can. After the door closes again, she lifts her head up, more moans spilling out as she tries to catch her breath.
"We have to get out of here soon," she says, grabbing for his zipper. "So get in... never mind. That would not be a sexy thing to say."
His teeth graze her bottom lip as he grabs her wrist and holds her arm against the wall. He turns them both around so he's facing the stall wall and she's leaning against it. He loosens his grip on her arm, lets go entirely after he places her hand on his chest. "Tell me to fuck you."
She hesitates again. Moves her hand up and down his chest. "Fuck me," she whispers.
"Tell me I'm the only man who's ever made you come."
Now, she looks somewhat confused (generally, he does spread out the sexual talk over a longer period of time so her uneasiness with blunt words doesn't morph into outright shame and discomfort). "Jack, what's going on?"
"Nothing is going on, Lemon." He leans closer, not breaking eye contact. "I just want to hear it. I want to hear it before I fuck you. Before I make you come again."
Her fingers curve against his shoulder. "You the only man who's ever made me come." Her voice is surer as she says the next, less explicit words. "You are the only man who's made me want sex. You are the only man I want."
Jack now assumes she must have an inkling about his underlying motive for this encounter. Part of him feels pathetic, but thankfully it's not an overwhelming part of himself. "I know," he says, before capturing her lips in another kiss.
He slips his hand between their bodies to unzip himself, pulls out his cock with fingers that are slick because of her. He draws her leg up, bends a bit at the knees so he can align his body with hers. She wraps her arms and legs around him as he pushes in deeper, slowly filling her as she relaxes around him. He brings one hand to the top of the barrier as he starts to thrust, lets his other hand caress the flesh of her thigh. She draws his face closer, pressing her mouth against his neck to stifle her moans. He does hear people entering the bathroom; leaving it. There is a dude, I think people are having sex in there conversation, and some awkward laughter. He assumes Liz hears all of this, too, but she still doesn't tell him to stop.
After the current men are gone, the heavy door closing a signal that they aren't interested in an auditory form of voyeurism or watching his fingers flex against the stall wall, she briefly lifts her head up, letting out a loud moan against his ear. He kisses her neck, then her mouth, swallowing her next moans as her muscles spasm around his cock. He's forced to break the kiss as he gasps for air, the feel of her coming so intense, so satisfying. There's also a sense of satisfaction in how she cries out, how her fingers claw at his back, not finding anything to grab onto since he's wearing his suit jacket. He holds onto her hip as he rocks his pelvis against hers before sliding almost all the way out of her and plunging back in, fucking her hard and fast until he's coming, until he's groaning loudly and making no attempt to suppress it.
He slips out of Liz, then helps her get her feet back on the ground. Her arms are still around him, she's still breathing heavily. After he zips himself up, she reaches up to touch his face, wiping some of the sweat off his forehead with her thumb. He leans down to kiss her neck, to taste the perspiration that's formed on her skin, as her hand slides through his damp hair. She sighs as his hand is again between her thighs, this time to readjust her underwear.
"So," she says, "what's the plan now?"
"We leave through a back exit and I take you home. And then--"
"I can guess the rest. And I meant about leaving the bathroom."
"You leave first, and if someone inquires as to why you're in here, you either complain about the line in the ladies' room, pretend you're intoxicated, or ignore them." He kisses her. "Then I leave and meet you at the aforementioned back exit."
"Okay. Sounds reasonable." She kisses him. "I'm gonna go. See you out there. And wash your hands."
He kisses the top of her head before she leaves. "Of course."
END