In The Morning, I'll Wish I'd Kept My Clothes On (Liz/Nancy/Avery)
Title: In The Morning, I'll Wish I'd Kept My Clothes On
For: Green Beer & Kisses: The [Totally Not] Annual femslash_today Porn Battle
Prompt: 30 Rock, Liz/Nancy/Avery, Jack
Spoilers: "I Do Do," but AU
Word Count: 1,455
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Liz is trying to rationalize this as something *good.*
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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Liz is trying to rationalize this as something *good.* A new experience, a way to live life to the fullest or some crap. Like the time she brought James and Kimiko home. Which was weird. Wow, that was a bad idea. Just like having a three-way with two other women.
But this is all Jack's fault. Him with his philandering and his two girlfriends and crazy, angry scene at Cerie's wedding. And this is Carol's fault, too, for running away. And her fault for not sucking it up and settling with Wesley. She didn't settle and now she's got Avery's tongue between her legs. And Avery's head. Her tongue is still in her head. And Avery's head is attached to her body.
Oh God, what is she doing?
No, no, this is Avery's fault. Avery invited her and Nancy back here, to her impossibly huge place (that's not as huge as Jack's). Avery decided lesbian sex was good revenge -- and maybe it's apt that her relationship with Jack began with and will end with sexy one-upmanship -- and there was arguing, of course. Liz didn't say 'awesome!' right away. Neither did Nancy who declared, for this to be something she could be a part of, would need to become a completely different person or get a lot drunker. Currently, she's clutching a bottle of wine, looking stunned as she watches Avery go to town on her. Liz assumes she looks similarly dazed, because it wasn't long ago that she was telling Avery she was *crazy* and then Avery was kissing her and then... well, then this.
(And before that, before Avery's proposition, they were talking about Jack. Liz was complaining that Jack never listens, and Avery and Nancy disagreed. Nancy slumped a little before leaning toward Liz, putting her hand on Liz's leg as she said, voice gentle and kind despite the fact that intoxication made her accent more harsh, "It's different when a guy's trying to get into your pants," so Liz assumes she must have looked offended. Insulted. Hurt.
And maybe she did. Jack should listen to her once in a while. She always listens to him.
"I can always make men pay attention," Avery said. "But I understand why it would be harder for you, Liz."
Avery followed her statement by beginning to talk about how Jack was in bed.
Liz protested right away, but among all her 'hey's and 'don't want to know's she heard about his hairy nipples, how specific he was about how his testicles were attended to, the length and pitch of his orgasm grunt, and his obsession with women's hair. How he liked to touch it, play with it, style it (did she hear that wrong?), feel it rub against him.
"And what was with his grandma fetish?"
"What?" Nancy laughed, and Avery raised her eyebrows.
Liz saw this as an opening to interject and, thus, be paid attention to when she repeated her plea of 'I can't hear about Jack's sex stuff.' "I can clear that up! He accidentally started to say Nancy's name and needed something to cover it. Nan... Nana. And..."
Both Nancy and Avery stared at her, and Liz shrunk back in her seat.
"I told him to be honest," Liz said. "Make a decision. I--"
"It's not your fault," Avery replied. "It's Jack's fault." There was a long pause, but Liz didn't interrupt because it seemed like Avery was on the brink of a revelation, which Liz hoped had nothing to do with Jack's nipples. "And I think I know what would drive Jack crazy.")
Now, she's doing something *wrong* and *wrong* and *wrong* -- three times more wrong than your average wrong thing -- and she only realizes how okay she is with that after Avery lifts her head up and Liz is immediately disappointed and aware of how turned on she is. But Liz doesn't ask her to continue, because she supposes if Avery has come to her senses it's for the best. Avery wipes her mouth and sits on the couch next to Liz. There's a kiss, and Avery's hands tug Liz's tiny dress up her body. (So they're going to keep going. Good. Bad.) It's easier to get off than get on but it's still awkward, and after she's finally naked, Liz thinks her boobs look weirder than usual. Like they've been smooshed. She might be imagining this.
"Nancy, come here," Avery says, and Liz thinks, of course, she's going to be the director of this sex mistake. She bets Jack directs all his three-ways and why is she thinking about Jack now?
Right. Because this is his fault.
And maybe Avery is right about that, because would she have met Avery or Nancy if she didn't know Jack? No. And, if she did meet them in other, non-Jack circumstances, their acquaintanceships would probably not lead to gay sex. She doesn't *know* that. She's just guessing.
Nancy puts the bottle of wine down on the table and moves closer. "Okay--"
"Get on your knees," Avery says, "and finish her off."
"Yeah... I can't do this."
"I think you can." She leans over Liz and kisses Nancy. "Just try it."
Avery's mouth must be *magic* because then Nancy's between her legs (just as quickly as Liz agreed to let Avery take her underpants off). Nancy is what Liz imagines she'll be like when she does this to one of them for the first time: nervous and somewhat confused by what's in front of her. Nancy lets out a breath, says, "If I'm not any good at this, don't give me a hard time about it."
Nancy's hair falls forward as she leans closer, brushes over Liz's thighs (she thinks of Jack, of how he'd be into Nancy's hair against his thighs and ugh, bad thought), as her tongue slides over her.
Avery's hand cups Liz's breast as Nancy keeps licking her, her tongue becoming somewhat less tentative as she keeps going. Liz wonders if she should be doing something but... yeah, Avery would have told her if she was supposed to be doing something. Someone. Yikes.
At least the sex part is going okay. As in, she does not hate the sex. It's not okay in a sense of being moral or sane. It's neither of those things.
Avery lightly pinches her nipple, which makes her moan a little louder at the next brush of Nancy's tongue over her clit. Then Avery, one hand on Liz's chest and the other caressing her leg, says:
"Jack's the sort of guy you can tell is only pretending to enjoy going down on you--"
She wants to say, 'Why would you talk about Jack now? Why would you make me think about Jack during sex? Especially since I just thought about him, okay never mind, you did not know about that.' But all she manages in her drunken sex haze is: "Shut it."
"--that he's just doing it as a means to an end. A way to get you on your knees in return."
"Oh God."
"Which is fine, since I've never given a blow job just for the fun of it--"
Liz would agree with this -- because, well, who has? It's never been Liz's idea of a good time -- but Nancy's lips are closing around her clit and she can't quite bring herself to speak.
"--but I can convince a man I want it as much as he does. Jack's not as good at pretending as he thinks he is, and that drives me crazy, when someone believes they're tricking me. I don't like being tricked, Liz."
Nancy pauses for a bit, and Liz grips the cushion as she waits for something more.
"I figured," Liz mutters.
She lets out a gasp as Nancy's tongue circles her clit. Her lips close over it again, and Liz knows she's not far from that generally elusive moment of orgasm.
(A woman who knows nothing about sex with a woman still knows more about sex with a woman than most of the men she's dated. Neat.)
Avery leans closer, her mouth next to Liz's ear. "But I do have to give him credit: he always did get me off."
Those words are the last thing Liz hears before she comes.
After she comes, the first thing she hears is Nancy's voice, an 'I'm gonna feel guilty about this for years,' and Avery replying, "Stop being a Catholic and kiss me." She blinks her eyes open, watches them kiss, watches Avery's hands move up to cup Nancy's breasts and it's hot and they're all so drunk and--
Everything is Jack's fault, and Liz is going to hate him in the morning.
In this moment, though, she's not thinking about him. Not at all.
END
For: Green Beer & Kisses: The [Totally Not] Annual femslash_today Porn Battle
Prompt: 30 Rock, Liz/Nancy/Avery, Jack
Spoilers: "I Do Do," but AU
Word Count: 1,455
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Liz is trying to rationalize this as something *good.*
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Liz is trying to rationalize this as something *good.* A new experience, a way to live life to the fullest or some crap. Like the time she brought James and Kimiko home. Which was weird. Wow, that was a bad idea. Just like having a three-way with two other women.
But this is all Jack's fault. Him with his philandering and his two girlfriends and crazy, angry scene at Cerie's wedding. And this is Carol's fault, too, for running away. And her fault for not sucking it up and settling with Wesley. She didn't settle and now she's got Avery's tongue between her legs. And Avery's head. Her tongue is still in her head. And Avery's head is attached to her body.
Oh God, what is she doing?
No, no, this is Avery's fault. Avery invited her and Nancy back here, to her impossibly huge place (that's not as huge as Jack's). Avery decided lesbian sex was good revenge -- and maybe it's apt that her relationship with Jack began with and will end with sexy one-upmanship -- and there was arguing, of course. Liz didn't say 'awesome!' right away. Neither did Nancy who declared, for this to be something she could be a part of, would need to become a completely different person or get a lot drunker. Currently, she's clutching a bottle of wine, looking stunned as she watches Avery go to town on her. Liz assumes she looks similarly dazed, because it wasn't long ago that she was telling Avery she was *crazy* and then Avery was kissing her and then... well, then this.
(And before that, before Avery's proposition, they were talking about Jack. Liz was complaining that Jack never listens, and Avery and Nancy disagreed. Nancy slumped a little before leaning toward Liz, putting her hand on Liz's leg as she said, voice gentle and kind despite the fact that intoxication made her accent more harsh, "It's different when a guy's trying to get into your pants," so Liz assumes she must have looked offended. Insulted. Hurt.
And maybe she did. Jack should listen to her once in a while. She always listens to him.
"I can always make men pay attention," Avery said. "But I understand why it would be harder for you, Liz."
Avery followed her statement by beginning to talk about how Jack was in bed.
Liz protested right away, but among all her 'hey's and 'don't want to know's she heard about his hairy nipples, how specific he was about how his testicles were attended to, the length and pitch of his orgasm grunt, and his obsession with women's hair. How he liked to touch it, play with it, style it (did she hear that wrong?), feel it rub against him.
"And what was with his grandma fetish?"
"What?" Nancy laughed, and Avery raised her eyebrows.
Liz saw this as an opening to interject and, thus, be paid attention to when she repeated her plea of 'I can't hear about Jack's sex stuff.' "I can clear that up! He accidentally started to say Nancy's name and needed something to cover it. Nan... Nana. And..."
Both Nancy and Avery stared at her, and Liz shrunk back in her seat.
"I told him to be honest," Liz said. "Make a decision. I--"
"It's not your fault," Avery replied. "It's Jack's fault." There was a long pause, but Liz didn't interrupt because it seemed like Avery was on the brink of a revelation, which Liz hoped had nothing to do with Jack's nipples. "And I think I know what would drive Jack crazy.")
Now, she's doing something *wrong* and *wrong* and *wrong* -- three times more wrong than your average wrong thing -- and she only realizes how okay she is with that after Avery lifts her head up and Liz is immediately disappointed and aware of how turned on she is. But Liz doesn't ask her to continue, because she supposes if Avery has come to her senses it's for the best. Avery wipes her mouth and sits on the couch next to Liz. There's a kiss, and Avery's hands tug Liz's tiny dress up her body. (So they're going to keep going. Good. Bad.) It's easier to get off than get on but it's still awkward, and after she's finally naked, Liz thinks her boobs look weirder than usual. Like they've been smooshed. She might be imagining this.
"Nancy, come here," Avery says, and Liz thinks, of course, she's going to be the director of this sex mistake. She bets Jack directs all his three-ways and why is she thinking about Jack now?
Right. Because this is his fault.
And maybe Avery is right about that, because would she have met Avery or Nancy if she didn't know Jack? No. And, if she did meet them in other, non-Jack circumstances, their acquaintanceships would probably not lead to gay sex. She doesn't *know* that. She's just guessing.
Nancy puts the bottle of wine down on the table and moves closer. "Okay--"
"Get on your knees," Avery says, "and finish her off."
"Yeah... I can't do this."
"I think you can." She leans over Liz and kisses Nancy. "Just try it."
Avery's mouth must be *magic* because then Nancy's between her legs (just as quickly as Liz agreed to let Avery take her underpants off). Nancy is what Liz imagines she'll be like when she does this to one of them for the first time: nervous and somewhat confused by what's in front of her. Nancy lets out a breath, says, "If I'm not any good at this, don't give me a hard time about it."
Nancy's hair falls forward as she leans closer, brushes over Liz's thighs (she thinks of Jack, of how he'd be into Nancy's hair against his thighs and ugh, bad thought), as her tongue slides over her.
Avery's hand cups Liz's breast as Nancy keeps licking her, her tongue becoming somewhat less tentative as she keeps going. Liz wonders if she should be doing something but... yeah, Avery would have told her if she was supposed to be doing something. Someone. Yikes.
At least the sex part is going okay. As in, she does not hate the sex. It's not okay in a sense of being moral or sane. It's neither of those things.
Avery lightly pinches her nipple, which makes her moan a little louder at the next brush of Nancy's tongue over her clit. Then Avery, one hand on Liz's chest and the other caressing her leg, says:
"Jack's the sort of guy you can tell is only pretending to enjoy going down on you--"
She wants to say, 'Why would you talk about Jack now? Why would you make me think about Jack during sex? Especially since I just thought about him, okay never mind, you did not know about that.' But all she manages in her drunken sex haze is: "Shut it."
"--that he's just doing it as a means to an end. A way to get you on your knees in return."
"Oh God."
"Which is fine, since I've never given a blow job just for the fun of it--"
Liz would agree with this -- because, well, who has? It's never been Liz's idea of a good time -- but Nancy's lips are closing around her clit and she can't quite bring herself to speak.
"--but I can convince a man I want it as much as he does. Jack's not as good at pretending as he thinks he is, and that drives me crazy, when someone believes they're tricking me. I don't like being tricked, Liz."
Nancy pauses for a bit, and Liz grips the cushion as she waits for something more.
"I figured," Liz mutters.
She lets out a gasp as Nancy's tongue circles her clit. Her lips close over it again, and Liz knows she's not far from that generally elusive moment of orgasm.
(A woman who knows nothing about sex with a woman still knows more about sex with a woman than most of the men she's dated. Neat.)
Avery leans closer, her mouth next to Liz's ear. "But I do have to give him credit: he always did get me off."
Those words are the last thing Liz hears before she comes.
After she comes, the first thing she hears is Nancy's voice, an 'I'm gonna feel guilty about this for years,' and Avery replying, "Stop being a Catholic and kiss me." She blinks her eyes open, watches them kiss, watches Avery's hands move up to cup Nancy's breasts and it's hot and they're all so drunk and--
Everything is Jack's fault, and Liz is going to hate him in the morning.
In this moment, though, she's not thinking about him. Not at all.
END