What Is Expected (Jack/Liz)
Title: What Is Expected
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Word Count: 915
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: "Pilot" (but set a couple of years after that)
Summary: Turns out, it is five inches and (but/whatever) thick.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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Turns out, it is five inches and (but/whatever) thick. Not that she has a ruler, but it seems like the correct way to describe what she's seeing.
Liz finds this out before Jack is naked -- she was rubbing him through his pants (and, if the sounds he was making were any indication, doing it well) when he said, please, and all she could think to do was to unzip him and whip it out... take it out? Maybe only the dude who owns the penis can whip it out -- and she almost wants to say something. Like: "Remember what you said a couple of years ago, the first day we met? That actually was about your, you know, huh? I guess you get points for honesty. What was that about, anyway, was Jonathan putting an ad on Craigslist for you? Have you been picking up women on the adult section of Craigslist? Gross, put that thing away yourself because I'm not touching it again."
But she doesn't say anything because, well, she doesn't want to start a line of conversation that will result in them not having sex.
Also, he might believe it's weird she remembers that. He might not remember she was there, or that he gave such an answer to a question Jonathan flashed at him, so she could have to talk about this memory, describe it, *too* much. And even if that scenario includes only her rambling explanation of why she would have preconceptions about his penis -- and doesn't end in her ordering him to put it back into his pants -- it will seem... odd. It'll seem suspicious. Like she put a lot of significance on those words. He might draw conclusions, like she's been obsessing about his penis for years. Which she hasn't. The fact that she really wants to have sex with him -- the fact that she didn't just start wanting to have with him a couple of hours ago -- notwithstanding, her sexual fantasies almost never feature penises.
(Okay. Sometimes she understands why people assume she's a lesbian.)
Except, you know what, after she started to ponder maybe, *maybe,* possibly but not definitely, wanting to sleep with Jack, she did spend some time wondering *how* thick is thick to him, and how much she'd be able to take. Because Jenna's shown her pictures of some sex toys (Liz did not want to see them, but sometimes Jenna gets excited about pervy catalogs and can't be stopped from exposing Liz to awful, awful stuff) that made her think, I don't want to try to put that inside me, and not just because it's rubber. Is it rubber? And not just because it's *definitely* neon blue, which isn't appealing either. I know a baby can come out of there, but come on. That doesn't mean you should shove a soda can into your vagina. (There were other ones that freaked her out length-wise because she doesn't want something that's a foot long up there, either.) But, yeah, she thinks she can deal with this circumference. It's more than she's used to -- in her limited experience -- but it'll work. It's not *scary.* It's nice.
If 'nice' is the right word. It probably isn't.
Liz realizes she's spending too much time staring at his crotch, at his erection sticking out through his fly (she's curious what conclusion he's coming to about her eyes being focused there for so long, but doesn't look at his face to get any sort of clue), so she moves her hand back between his legs. Starts to touch him. This also goes over well, and he draws her face closer, kissing her messily as she strokes him and, wow, it's just occurring to her that this is actually hot. She's involved in something sexy, with a pushed-up skirt and unclasped buttons and urgent touching.
He grabs for his discarded jacket, fishing for his wallet, then for a condom. He unrolls the latex onto himself and, though she's not used to doing a guy on a couch, she does like that she has a lot of her clothes on. She likes that he can't wait, apparently (though maybe the bedroom is on the fifth floor of his huge place and him doing someone before they make it to his bed is normal). She likes the way he's got his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. She likes that he already took her underwear off, because she is *not* ready to be the sort of lady who pushes her panties to the side so a guy can have sex with her.
She takes him inside her, feels herself stretching to accommodate him. Feels him slowly fill her as she moves up and down, letting more and more of him in. Yeah, okay, she is good with this. She is good with his unsurprising but satisfying penis.
Since she can't say that, either, she doesn't say anything. Lets herself enjoy it and tries not to even let her mind wander.
It works. Well. The sex is mostly responsible for keeping her thoughts occupied.
But after they're done, while she's breathing heavily and reclining next to him on the couch, she does again wonder *why* would he say that to Jonathan? Or, wow, what if he wasn't talking about his junk? What if it's a coincidence and she *has* been obsessed with his penis... She has to stop thinking. Thankfully, his hand slips between her legs, distracting her.
The thickness of his fingers also turns out to be pretty satisfying.
END
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Word Count: 915
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: "Pilot" (but set a couple of years after that)
Summary: Turns out, it is five inches and (but/whatever) thick.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
*
Turns out, it is five inches and (but/whatever) thick. Not that she has a ruler, but it seems like the correct way to describe what she's seeing.
Liz finds this out before Jack is naked -- she was rubbing him through his pants (and, if the sounds he was making were any indication, doing it well) when he said, please, and all she could think to do was to unzip him and whip it out... take it out? Maybe only the dude who owns the penis can whip it out -- and she almost wants to say something. Like: "Remember what you said a couple of years ago, the first day we met? That actually was about your, you know, huh? I guess you get points for honesty. What was that about, anyway, was Jonathan putting an ad on Craigslist for you? Have you been picking up women on the adult section of Craigslist? Gross, put that thing away yourself because I'm not touching it again."
But she doesn't say anything because, well, she doesn't want to start a line of conversation that will result in them not having sex.
Also, he might believe it's weird she remembers that. He might not remember she was there, or that he gave such an answer to a question Jonathan flashed at him, so she could have to talk about this memory, describe it, *too* much. And even if that scenario includes only her rambling explanation of why she would have preconceptions about his penis -- and doesn't end in her ordering him to put it back into his pants -- it will seem... odd. It'll seem suspicious. Like she put a lot of significance on those words. He might draw conclusions, like she's been obsessing about his penis for years. Which she hasn't. The fact that she really wants to have sex with him -- the fact that she didn't just start wanting to have with him a couple of hours ago -- notwithstanding, her sexual fantasies almost never feature penises.
(Okay. Sometimes she understands why people assume she's a lesbian.)
Except, you know what, after she started to ponder maybe, *maybe,* possibly but not definitely, wanting to sleep with Jack, she did spend some time wondering *how* thick is thick to him, and how much she'd be able to take. Because Jenna's shown her pictures of some sex toys (Liz did not want to see them, but sometimes Jenna gets excited about pervy catalogs and can't be stopped from exposing Liz to awful, awful stuff) that made her think, I don't want to try to put that inside me, and not just because it's rubber. Is it rubber? And not just because it's *definitely* neon blue, which isn't appealing either. I know a baby can come out of there, but come on. That doesn't mean you should shove a soda can into your vagina. (There were other ones that freaked her out length-wise because she doesn't want something that's a foot long up there, either.) But, yeah, she thinks she can deal with this circumference. It's more than she's used to -- in her limited experience -- but it'll work. It's not *scary.* It's nice.
If 'nice' is the right word. It probably isn't.
Liz realizes she's spending too much time staring at his crotch, at his erection sticking out through his fly (she's curious what conclusion he's coming to about her eyes being focused there for so long, but doesn't look at his face to get any sort of clue), so she moves her hand back between his legs. Starts to touch him. This also goes over well, and he draws her face closer, kissing her messily as she strokes him and, wow, it's just occurring to her that this is actually hot. She's involved in something sexy, with a pushed-up skirt and unclasped buttons and urgent touching.
He grabs for his discarded jacket, fishing for his wallet, then for a condom. He unrolls the latex onto himself and, though she's not used to doing a guy on a couch, she does like that she has a lot of her clothes on. She likes that he can't wait, apparently (though maybe the bedroom is on the fifth floor of his huge place and him doing someone before they make it to his bed is normal). She likes the way he's got his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. She likes that he already took her underwear off, because she is *not* ready to be the sort of lady who pushes her panties to the side so a guy can have sex with her.
She takes him inside her, feels herself stretching to accommodate him. Feels him slowly fill her as she moves up and down, letting more and more of him in. Yeah, okay, she is good with this. She is good with his unsurprising but satisfying penis.
Since she can't say that, either, she doesn't say anything. Lets herself enjoy it and tries not to even let her mind wander.
It works. Well. The sex is mostly responsible for keeping her thoughts occupied.
But after they're done, while she's breathing heavily and reclining next to him on the couch, she does again wonder *why* would he say that to Jonathan? Or, wow, what if he wasn't talking about his junk? What if it's a coincidence and she *has* been obsessed with his penis... She has to stop thinking. Thankfully, his hand slips between her legs, distracting her.
The thickness of his fingers also turns out to be pretty satisfying.
END