Take Me Down (30 Rock, Jack/Liz)
Title: Take Me Down
For: ham_napkin
Prompt: Dream about you
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Word Count: 1,395
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 'Goodbye, My Friend,' 'The Bubble,' 'Sun Tea,' and 'Verna'
Notes: peoplewantducks said I should examine Jack's dream of being overpowered by a female bodybuilder. The rest of it ended up being porny.
Summary: Three types of Jack's dreams that Liz Lemon has appeared in.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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i. The Recurring Dream.
For many years, Jack has had a recurring dream about being overpowered by a female bodybuilder. There are many possible reasons for this -- his lifelong struggle with the fear that he'll lose himself if he stays with a woman for more than a couple of months, that he'll give another person control him, give her the power to ruin him; his lifelong struggle with his mother and her controlling, oppressive nature; his attraction to women who challenge him -- but he doesn't like to speculate on which is the correct answer. It doesn't matter, after all. Dreams don't matter.
In any case, this dream doesn't always start off as a straightforward wrestling match (which is the most common version). Sometimes, he'll be in a meeting, negotiating a contract, and a muscled woman will emerge out of nowhere and try to get him on the ground. Others, he'll be walking down the street when a woman jumps on his back and knocks him over. For most of his life, the version of Jack who's dominated by the female bodybuilder has been him of his current age. Recently, he's been dreaming about him at various stages of his life. The twenty-five-year-old version has been appearing with increasing frequency and he often comes close to defeating the female bodybuilder, which Jack of his current age never does. (An allegory about his nostalgia for his youth, when he was stronger and slimmer and handsome in a more immediately striking way? Not that it matters, but the meaning is rather straightforward considering how often he looks at the old picture of himself and reminisces about how he used to be. Not that there's anything *wrong* with him as he currently is, of course.)
One night, the dream is different in a way he never would have expected. For the most part, it's standard: Jack is who he is now, fifty years old and not in the best shape of his life. He's in his old high school gym, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, both of which proclaim him to be on 'Team Man.' But, this time, the woman with a thick neck and sharply defined muscles, wearing a bikini top and short shorts (her outfit declares no team), is Liz Lemon.
This changes his attitude and actions; instead of being ready to fight, he tries to reason with Lemon. Tells her they're friends and don't have to resort to this to prove a point (whatever that point is). But Liz doesn't stop advancing on him, and he runs in circles to get away. The spectators laugh at this. She knocks his legs out from under him, and he rolls onto his back as she pounces on him. She tries to hold him down by pressing her forearms on his shoulders, but he fights back. They roll around until he finally gets on top of her. He's sweating; she's not. For some reason, he feels like he's won. She smiles up at him as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, as if they're about to slow dance or share a romantic kiss. Then she roughly pulls him down so his head is against her chest. She locks her legs around one of his thighs. Suddenly, he's on his back again, then somehow she gets him onto his stomach. She holds both of his arms behind him, and he can't get free. Nor can he get his legs out from between her knees.
"Don't struggle, Jack," Lemon says. "You're never going to break free."
He tries, but she's right; he can't.
He wonders what message this is trying to send, if any. But, again. It's only a dream. It doesn't truly mean anything.
*
ii. The Sex Dream.
This means nothing, of course. He's had sex dreams about many women he wouldn't go to bed with while awake. A lot of people have sex dreams about those they wouldn't take as lovers. It's a combination of sex being such an integral part of his life and a woman -- in this instance, Liz -- constantly being around him.
In the beginning of these dreams, Lemon is the way he'd imagine her to be when she's trying to seduce someone. Awkward and out of her element, muttering, "Okay, guy, let's do this." For whatever reason, whether the dream version of him is aroused by her lack of finesse or is curious about what being intimate with a woman who wears sensible (bordering on ugly) shoes would be like, he starts to take her clothes off, and she his. During this, Lemon's also as he would imagine her to be, fumbling with his buttons and averting her eyes when she pushes his boxers down. And, after Jack strips her, she's revealed to be wearing an unexciting set of undergarments: white cotton panties and a white bra that's seen better days (probably back in the late nineties). She asks if she can keep her bra on. He refuses, and she grumbles. Again, Lemon. But during the sex, she is someone different.
Someone who's eager and passionate, the sex turning almost animalistic as she either rocks her hips against him or pushes them back while he thrusts into her (Liz on top or Liz on all fours are the only positions he recalls them being in). And she talks dirty while they're having sex, begging to be fucked harder, telling him where to touch her, screaming out how much she loves having his cock inside her. Even the dream version of him is surprised by this turn of events, but he matches her fervor, matches her filthiness.
The real version of him often wakes up from these dreams with an erection, but he doesn't consider this meaningful, either; it's the morning, after all, and having a hard-on as soon as you rise is a physiological response, not an erotic one. Granted, he often follows his recollections of these dreams by jerking off in the shower, but what can he say? He likes sex that can't be described with the euphemism 'making love,' and when he wakes up with a desire to masturbate, early morning lethargy often causes him to utilize the first fantasy that comes (no pun intended) to mind.
It doesn't mean anything.
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iii. The Domestic Dream.
After Lemon tells him of her dream about their marriage and cartoon cat baby, he almost tells her of his own dreams involving them in shared domesticity. He doesn't, as she presents the recent daydream as proof she has *issues,* and he has no desire to make her think he's also gone off-kilter. So he simply says, "It's just a dream, Lemon," which is what he tells himself about his own. "It doesn't mean anything."
In these dreams, Lemon is pregnant, though not with a cartoon cat. (But he supposes he can't say for sure, as she never gives birth.) She makes him breakfast sometimes; other times, he does the same for her. They watch TV while he rests his hand on her stomach. She says she hopes the baby has his eyes.
Conscious Jack used to find this saccharine. Now that he's come to realize he wants a family, Jack finds it pleasant, though a strange situation to consider being in with Lemon.
These reveries can also turn sexual, though never animalistic. And the act is always the same: him going down on her. Not that he imagines her vulva in close-up (even he doesn't dream of female genitalia in detail); it's one of those dreams where you're watching yourself do whatever it is you're doing. And he's looking at his head between Liz's legs, at her maternity dress pulled up over her stomach. He's looking at her fingers sliding through his hair, at his hands stroking her thighs, at the movement of his head as he licks her. Liz keeps saying his name over and over again.
Lemon believes her dreams of giving birth to Meat Cat Donaghy were caused by her poor diet. Jack wonders what he could have eaten that would have caused him to dream of pleasuring a pregnant Liz Lemon.
He supposes it doesn't matter. It's a dream, after all; it doesn't mean anything.
Sometimes, though, he does wonder why Liz so frequently stars in his. That, he decides, doesn't mean anything, either.
END
For: ham_napkin
Prompt: Dream about you
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Word Count: 1,395
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 'Goodbye, My Friend,' 'The Bubble,' 'Sun Tea,' and 'Verna'
Notes: peoplewantducks said I should examine Jack's dream of being overpowered by a female bodybuilder. The rest of it ended up being porny.
Summary: Three types of Jack's dreams that Liz Lemon has appeared in.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
i. The Recurring Dream.
For many years, Jack has had a recurring dream about being overpowered by a female bodybuilder. There are many possible reasons for this -- his lifelong struggle with the fear that he'll lose himself if he stays with a woman for more than a couple of months, that he'll give another person control him, give her the power to ruin him; his lifelong struggle with his mother and her controlling, oppressive nature; his attraction to women who challenge him -- but he doesn't like to speculate on which is the correct answer. It doesn't matter, after all. Dreams don't matter.
In any case, this dream doesn't always start off as a straightforward wrestling match (which is the most common version). Sometimes, he'll be in a meeting, negotiating a contract, and a muscled woman will emerge out of nowhere and try to get him on the ground. Others, he'll be walking down the street when a woman jumps on his back and knocks him over. For most of his life, the version of Jack who's dominated by the female bodybuilder has been him of his current age. Recently, he's been dreaming about him at various stages of his life. The twenty-five-year-old version has been appearing with increasing frequency and he often comes close to defeating the female bodybuilder, which Jack of his current age never does. (An allegory about his nostalgia for his youth, when he was stronger and slimmer and handsome in a more immediately striking way? Not that it matters, but the meaning is rather straightforward considering how often he looks at the old picture of himself and reminisces about how he used to be. Not that there's anything *wrong* with him as he currently is, of course.)
One night, the dream is different in a way he never would have expected. For the most part, it's standard: Jack is who he is now, fifty years old and not in the best shape of his life. He's in his old high school gym, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, both of which proclaim him to be on 'Team Man.' But, this time, the woman with a thick neck and sharply defined muscles, wearing a bikini top and short shorts (her outfit declares no team), is Liz Lemon.
This changes his attitude and actions; instead of being ready to fight, he tries to reason with Lemon. Tells her they're friends and don't have to resort to this to prove a point (whatever that point is). But Liz doesn't stop advancing on him, and he runs in circles to get away. The spectators laugh at this. She knocks his legs out from under him, and he rolls onto his back as she pounces on him. She tries to hold him down by pressing her forearms on his shoulders, but he fights back. They roll around until he finally gets on top of her. He's sweating; she's not. For some reason, he feels like he's won. She smiles up at him as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, as if they're about to slow dance or share a romantic kiss. Then she roughly pulls him down so his head is against her chest. She locks her legs around one of his thighs. Suddenly, he's on his back again, then somehow she gets him onto his stomach. She holds both of his arms behind him, and he can't get free. Nor can he get his legs out from between her knees.
"Don't struggle, Jack," Lemon says. "You're never going to break free."
He tries, but she's right; he can't.
He wonders what message this is trying to send, if any. But, again. It's only a dream. It doesn't truly mean anything.
*
ii. The Sex Dream.
This means nothing, of course. He's had sex dreams about many women he wouldn't go to bed with while awake. A lot of people have sex dreams about those they wouldn't take as lovers. It's a combination of sex being such an integral part of his life and a woman -- in this instance, Liz -- constantly being around him.
In the beginning of these dreams, Lemon is the way he'd imagine her to be when she's trying to seduce someone. Awkward and out of her element, muttering, "Okay, guy, let's do this." For whatever reason, whether the dream version of him is aroused by her lack of finesse or is curious about what being intimate with a woman who wears sensible (bordering on ugly) shoes would be like, he starts to take her clothes off, and she his. During this, Lemon's also as he would imagine her to be, fumbling with his buttons and averting her eyes when she pushes his boxers down. And, after Jack strips her, she's revealed to be wearing an unexciting set of undergarments: white cotton panties and a white bra that's seen better days (probably back in the late nineties). She asks if she can keep her bra on. He refuses, and she grumbles. Again, Lemon. But during the sex, she is someone different.
Someone who's eager and passionate, the sex turning almost animalistic as she either rocks her hips against him or pushes them back while he thrusts into her (Liz on top or Liz on all fours are the only positions he recalls them being in). And she talks dirty while they're having sex, begging to be fucked harder, telling him where to touch her, screaming out how much she loves having his cock inside her. Even the dream version of him is surprised by this turn of events, but he matches her fervor, matches her filthiness.
The real version of him often wakes up from these dreams with an erection, but he doesn't consider this meaningful, either; it's the morning, after all, and having a hard-on as soon as you rise is a physiological response, not an erotic one. Granted, he often follows his recollections of these dreams by jerking off in the shower, but what can he say? He likes sex that can't be described with the euphemism 'making love,' and when he wakes up with a desire to masturbate, early morning lethargy often causes him to utilize the first fantasy that comes (no pun intended) to mind.
It doesn't mean anything.
*
iii. The Domestic Dream.
After Lemon tells him of her dream about their marriage and cartoon cat baby, he almost tells her of his own dreams involving them in shared domesticity. He doesn't, as she presents the recent daydream as proof she has *issues,* and he has no desire to make her think he's also gone off-kilter. So he simply says, "It's just a dream, Lemon," which is what he tells himself about his own. "It doesn't mean anything."
In these dreams, Lemon is pregnant, though not with a cartoon cat. (But he supposes he can't say for sure, as she never gives birth.) She makes him breakfast sometimes; other times, he does the same for her. They watch TV while he rests his hand on her stomach. She says she hopes the baby has his eyes.
Conscious Jack used to find this saccharine. Now that he's come to realize he wants a family, Jack finds it pleasant, though a strange situation to consider being in with Lemon.
These reveries can also turn sexual, though never animalistic. And the act is always the same: him going down on her. Not that he imagines her vulva in close-up (even he doesn't dream of female genitalia in detail); it's one of those dreams where you're watching yourself do whatever it is you're doing. And he's looking at his head between Liz's legs, at her maternity dress pulled up over her stomach. He's looking at her fingers sliding through his hair, at his hands stroking her thighs, at the movement of his head as he licks her. Liz keeps saying his name over and over again.
Lemon believes her dreams of giving birth to Meat Cat Donaghy were caused by her poor diet. Jack wonders what he could have eaten that would have caused him to dream of pleasuring a pregnant Liz Lemon.
He supposes it doesn't matter. It's a dream, after all; it doesn't mean anything.
Sometimes, though, he does wonder why Liz so frequently stars in his. That, he decides, doesn't mean anything, either.
END