Twelve Days - December 23 - Jack/Liz
Title: Last in Line
Challenge: The Twelve Days of Christmas!
Prompt: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, "On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love said to me..."
For: mindymakru
Word Count: 506
Rating: R
Summary: Jack's been giving her a present a day.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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For the past week and a half, Jack's been giving her a present a day. Most of them food or food-related -- the favorite was him re-upping her cheesecake of the month subscription -- so she assumes Christmas Day will result in a super awesome gift. Like... a cheesecake of the day subscription. No, that's too much. Both in terms of there's *no* way there would be enough cheesecake varieties to sustain that business model, and she wouldn't want a cheesecake every day...
Yikes, her mind really wanders late at night. Usually, she'd put the TV on, but she doesn't want to wake Jack up. (There are some downsides to being in a relationship.) Well, she could go to the living room and watch... whatever and eat cupcakes (the eleventh present) but she doesn't feel like moving.
Eventually, she stops thinking about cheesecake -- who knew that was possible? -- and falls asleep.
On Christmas morning, they begin their day by taking a shower (together and with some funny business... this is one of her gifts to him). Afterwards, they return to bed, dried-off and naked. (She doesn't consider this a gift because he can have sex with her any time. It's just a way for a couple who isn't seeing their families -- happily for him, neutrally for her, since she loves her parents but did see them for Thanksgiving and *hey* even had a boyfriend with her -- to spend part of the day.)
"So... What's my present today?"
He kisses the valley between her breasts. "It's a romantic gesture."
"It's not the sex we're about to have, is it? Because I've decided this isn't a gift to you. And even if it were, our gifts would cancel each other out."
"It's not the sex."
His hand slips between her legs, cupping her as his lips close around her nipple.
"Okay. So..."
He lifts his head up. "Must you know now?"
"Well--"
"Liz." He kisses her mouth, moves his hand to the outside of her thigh. "Marry me. I want you to marry me."
Her brain doesn't catch up right away. (She was actually going to ask if he wanted her to be on top or on her side, since those are his two favorite positions to have morning sex in.) But even before she processes the information, she's kissing him. After she does, she wraps a leg around him as she slides her fingers though his hair. When they break apart to breathe, she says:
"That was a yes, by the way."
"I gathered that." He pauses. Smiles at her in that way that makes her feel... loved. He makes her feel loved. "And there is a ring--"
"Later. After the sex."
"If you insist."
"Yep. I am insisting."
He rolls onto his back, taking her with him (and answering the question she meant to ask). "Merry Christmas."
Though that seems like a weird prelude to sex, it was probably already weird that she got proposed to while naked. She kisses his neck. "Merry Christmas to you, too."
END
Challenge: The Twelve Days of Christmas!
Prompt: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, "On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love said to me..."
For: mindymakru
Word Count: 506
Rating: R
Summary: Jack's been giving her a present a day.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
For the past week and a half, Jack's been giving her a present a day. Most of them food or food-related -- the favorite was him re-upping her cheesecake of the month subscription -- so she assumes Christmas Day will result in a super awesome gift. Like... a cheesecake of the day subscription. No, that's too much. Both in terms of there's *no* way there would be enough cheesecake varieties to sustain that business model, and she wouldn't want a cheesecake every day...
Yikes, her mind really wanders late at night. Usually, she'd put the TV on, but she doesn't want to wake Jack up. (There are some downsides to being in a relationship.) Well, she could go to the living room and watch... whatever and eat cupcakes (the eleventh present) but she doesn't feel like moving.
Eventually, she stops thinking about cheesecake -- who knew that was possible? -- and falls asleep.
On Christmas morning, they begin their day by taking a shower (together and with some funny business... this is one of her gifts to him). Afterwards, they return to bed, dried-off and naked. (She doesn't consider this a gift because he can have sex with her any time. It's just a way for a couple who isn't seeing their families -- happily for him, neutrally for her, since she loves her parents but did see them for Thanksgiving and *hey* even had a boyfriend with her -- to spend part of the day.)
"So... What's my present today?"
He kisses the valley between her breasts. "It's a romantic gesture."
"It's not the sex we're about to have, is it? Because I've decided this isn't a gift to you. And even if it were, our gifts would cancel each other out."
"It's not the sex."
His hand slips between her legs, cupping her as his lips close around her nipple.
"Okay. So..."
He lifts his head up. "Must you know now?"
"Well--"
"Liz." He kisses her mouth, moves his hand to the outside of her thigh. "Marry me. I want you to marry me."
Her brain doesn't catch up right away. (She was actually going to ask if he wanted her to be on top or on her side, since those are his two favorite positions to have morning sex in.) But even before she processes the information, she's kissing him. After she does, she wraps a leg around him as she slides her fingers though his hair. When they break apart to breathe, she says:
"That was a yes, by the way."
"I gathered that." He pauses. Smiles at her in that way that makes her feel... loved. He makes her feel loved. "And there is a ring--"
"Later. After the sex."
"If you insist."
"Yep. I am insisting."
He rolls onto his back, taking her with him (and answering the question she meant to ask). "Merry Christmas."
Though that seems like a weird prelude to sex, it was probably already weird that she got proposed to while naked. She kisses his neck. "Merry Christmas to you, too."
END