50 Shades of Donaghy
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Spoilers: None, really
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Everything belongs to Tina (as it should). For any of you that enjoyed 50 Shades of Grey - I don't hate it (although this fic may make it sound like I do!). I just read it and found some Jack/Liz parallels. I seem to be finding a lot of those lately. I guess I have a one-track mind...
Finally, as always, feedback and comments are highly encouraged!
“Oh jeez!” Liz gasps, while reading a book in bed. Jack is lying next to her, reading as well. Their choices of literature are 50 Shades of Grey and The Wall Street Journal respectively; his selection is decidedly more intellectually stimulating.
“Oh jeez!” She repeats, this time partially covering her eyes with her fingers while she continues to read. Jack ignores her since her verbal reactions to nighttime reading has ceased to alarm him months ago.
“OH JEEZ!”
“Good God, Lemon. Either put that horrid book down or go to bed, I can’t concentrate.” He grunts impatiently.
It’s times like these where Jack feels more like her boss than boyfriend. She would be more irritated if she weren’t so disturbed by the book in front of her. “Jack, if you had any idea how explicit this book is…”
He rolls his eyes at her (another reason why it’s hard to forget that her boyfriend is also her boss and is sometimes a pompous ass).“Considering your prudish sensibilities, you’d probably find the content in the Sweet Valley High books explicit.”
“Hey! I let you do me in your office with the windows open the other day. Would a prude do that?” She taunts.
He takes a moment to study her - as if reliving the moment in his mind - before conceding, “No, I suppose not.”
“So see? I’m totally normal. It’s this author who’s a freak.” She mumbles, before going back to reading.
“If you find the book so horribly offensive why are you reading it?”
“I’m a comedy sketch writer, Jack. I need to be aware of crap going on in the pop culture ether. I mean, why do you think I watched The Human Centipede?”
He stares at her blankly. “What is that?”
She exhales, “You don’t want to know.”
“May I ask what you find so objectionable about this book?”
“Besides the fact that it’s poorly written?”
“Well, yes. I've already surmised that sloppy prose isn’t enough to offend your sensibilities. Otherwise you would have stopped reading books by Al Franken years ago.”
Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes, “This book sucks because it’s completely unbelievable. I mean, seriously when does the obscenely wealthy, charismatic corporate shark fall in love with the sexually repressed nerd?” She scoffs, her attention drawn back to the book and, thus, completely oblivious to Jack’s smirk.
“Seriously, Lemon?”
“What?”
“You don’t think you pretty much described our dynamic?” He asks smugly.
“No, because I think this whole S&M business is creepy.” She huffs in annoyance.
“You certainly like being told what to do in bed.”
“That’s just because you know more things! You’ve taken out all the guesswork, which I always thought was one of the most annoying things about sex. You tell me what you like and I do it. If anything you’ve simplified sex for me and that’s awesome.”
He lets out a disappointed sigh, “Leave it to you to deplete the submissive/dominant aspects of our sexual relationship of all its eroticism.”
Liz’s face softens when she realizes she kind of being a buzzkill. “I’m sorry, I love when you do stuff to me. And then when you tell me what to do to you. But this whipping and caning stuff sounds painful. And dangerous. And, to be honest, it kind of grosses me out. So…don’t try any of that with me, okay?”
“Liz, have I ever proposed doing an activity that ‘grosses’ you out?” He asks, raising his eyebrows.
“In the beginning? All the time.”
“Yes, well…” His smirk has returned, and Jack’s removes the book from Liz’s hands and carelessly tosses it to the other side of the room. The move is more than a little hot. “As I recall, I was able to change your mind pretty quickly.”
“You did. But I’d appreciate if you not try to change my mind about this other stuff.” She whispers while she languidly stretches out on the bed in front of him and allows his hands to glide up and down the sides of her body. “I mean, our sex life is okay as is, right?” She asks, her voice hopeful.
“No I wouldn’t describe it as such.” He replies seriously and Liz frowns.
“You wouldn’t...?”
“No. Because I think ‘okay’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.” His body shifts so he is partially lying on top of her and the light tone of his voice has caused Liz to relax and arch her body up against him. “I would actually say it’s been pretty fucking spectacular.”
His raspy voice sounds almost harsh against her ear and causes Liz to let out a shaky breath and mutter, “Oh.”
He bends down to kiss her, but Liz gently pushes him away so she can let out one final, apprehensive, inquiry, “But I’m not like, a full-blown submissive right? I mean, I don’t think my feminist values would be cool with that.”
He chuckles, “Lemon, you couldn’t be an absolute submissive if you tried. Actually, one of the things I find most…arousing…about you is that you challenge me in every respect.”
“Every?” She asks, her face breaking into an impish grin.
Thrusting his hips suggestively against her pelvis in order to underscore his point, he repeats, “Every. Single. One.”
Liz is pretty sure she’s never been so satisfied with a compliment in her life. She then spends the rest of the evening attempting to live up to Jack’s praise. Judging from his grunts and moans, she thinks she does a pretty good job.
She continues to read 50 Shades of Grey (when Jack isn’t around), and now she doesn’t find the content nearly as off putting.
But if she reads the words “inner goddess” one more time, she may puke.
Spoilers: None, really
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Everything belongs to Tina (as it should). For any of you that enjoyed 50 Shades of Grey - I don't hate it (although this fic may make it sound like I do!). I just read it and found some Jack/Liz parallels. I seem to be finding a lot of those lately. I guess I have a one-track mind...
Finally, as always, feedback and comments are highly encouraged!
“Oh jeez!” Liz gasps, while reading a book in bed. Jack is lying next to her, reading as well. Their choices of literature are 50 Shades of Grey and The Wall Street Journal respectively; his selection is decidedly more intellectually stimulating.
“Oh jeez!” She repeats, this time partially covering her eyes with her fingers while she continues to read. Jack ignores her since her verbal reactions to nighttime reading has ceased to alarm him months ago.
“OH JEEZ!”
“Good God, Lemon. Either put that horrid book down or go to bed, I can’t concentrate.” He grunts impatiently.
It’s times like these where Jack feels more like her boss than boyfriend. She would be more irritated if she weren’t so disturbed by the book in front of her. “Jack, if you had any idea how explicit this book is…”
He rolls his eyes at her (another reason why it’s hard to forget that her boyfriend is also her boss and is sometimes a pompous ass).“Considering your prudish sensibilities, you’d probably find the content in the Sweet Valley High books explicit.”
“Hey! I let you do me in your office with the windows open the other day. Would a prude do that?” She taunts.
He takes a moment to study her - as if reliving the moment in his mind - before conceding, “No, I suppose not.”
“So see? I’m totally normal. It’s this author who’s a freak.” She mumbles, before going back to reading.
“If you find the book so horribly offensive why are you reading it?”
“I’m a comedy sketch writer, Jack. I need to be aware of crap going on in the pop culture ether. I mean, why do you think I watched The Human Centipede?”
He stares at her blankly. “What is that?”
She exhales, “You don’t want to know.”
“May I ask what you find so objectionable about this book?”
“Besides the fact that it’s poorly written?”
“Well, yes. I've already surmised that sloppy prose isn’t enough to offend your sensibilities. Otherwise you would have stopped reading books by Al Franken years ago.”
Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes, “This book sucks because it’s completely unbelievable. I mean, seriously when does the obscenely wealthy, charismatic corporate shark fall in love with the sexually repressed nerd?” She scoffs, her attention drawn back to the book and, thus, completely oblivious to Jack’s smirk.
“Seriously, Lemon?”
“What?”
“You don’t think you pretty much described our dynamic?” He asks smugly.
“No, because I think this whole S&M business is creepy.” She huffs in annoyance.
“You certainly like being told what to do in bed.”
“That’s just because you know more things! You’ve taken out all the guesswork, which I always thought was one of the most annoying things about sex. You tell me what you like and I do it. If anything you’ve simplified sex for me and that’s awesome.”
He lets out a disappointed sigh, “Leave it to you to deplete the submissive/dominant aspects of our sexual relationship of all its eroticism.”
Liz’s face softens when she realizes she kind of being a buzzkill. “I’m sorry, I love when you do stuff to me. And then when you tell me what to do to you. But this whipping and caning stuff sounds painful. And dangerous. And, to be honest, it kind of grosses me out. So…don’t try any of that with me, okay?”
“Liz, have I ever proposed doing an activity that ‘grosses’ you out?” He asks, raising his eyebrows.
“In the beginning? All the time.”
“Yes, well…” His smirk has returned, and Jack’s removes the book from Liz’s hands and carelessly tosses it to the other side of the room. The move is more than a little hot. “As I recall, I was able to change your mind pretty quickly.”
“You did. But I’d appreciate if you not try to change my mind about this other stuff.” She whispers while she languidly stretches out on the bed in front of him and allows his hands to glide up and down the sides of her body. “I mean, our sex life is okay as is, right?” She asks, her voice hopeful.
“No I wouldn’t describe it as such.” He replies seriously and Liz frowns.
“You wouldn’t...?”
“No. Because I think ‘okay’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.” His body shifts so he is partially lying on top of her and the light tone of his voice has caused Liz to relax and arch her body up against him. “I would actually say it’s been pretty fucking spectacular.”
His raspy voice sounds almost harsh against her ear and causes Liz to let out a shaky breath and mutter, “Oh.”
He bends down to kiss her, but Liz gently pushes him away so she can let out one final, apprehensive, inquiry, “But I’m not like, a full-blown submissive right? I mean, I don’t think my feminist values would be cool with that.”
He chuckles, “Lemon, you couldn’t be an absolute submissive if you tried. Actually, one of the things I find most…arousing…about you is that you challenge me in every respect.”
“Every?” She asks, her face breaking into an impish grin.
Thrusting his hips suggestively against her pelvis in order to underscore his point, he repeats, “Every. Single. One.”
Liz is pretty sure she’s never been so satisfied with a compliment in her life. She then spends the rest of the evening attempting to live up to Jack’s praise. Judging from his grunts and moans, she thinks she does a pretty good job.
She continues to read 50 Shades of Grey (when Jack isn’t around), and now she doesn’t find the content nearly as off putting.
But if she reads the words “inner goddess” one more time, she may puke.