Can't We Just Kiss and Make-Up? (Part 2/3)
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Spoilers: Post-ep for Rosemary's Baby (Season 2, ep. #4)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Everything belongs to Tina (as it should). Comments and feedback = happy times!
She can’t believe she’s doing this. If she got into a fight with Gary she would never consider sleeping with him as a way to rectify the situation. She would probably go straight to HR and report him the moment he suggested it. But Gary was 20 years older than her, married and had a weird mole thing on his face. Jack is slightly better looking. Or, actually, much better looking. But she’s never lusted after anybody, so she’s not quite sure why Jack’s objectively attractive appearance would change her attitude toward sex. She justifies her actions with the realization that she has always used sex as a means to an end. The promise of sex would always guarantee Dennis gifting her with a delicious sub or fixing something in her apartment (he would usually break it first, but that is beside the point). So, there is a clear purpose to her having sex with Jack. She wants her friend and boss back. And after this weird sex thing is over, they’ll go back to being mentor and mentee.
In an effort to confirm the desired end result for their tryst she asks nervously, “So…after I let you do stuff to me, things will go back to normal, right?”
Jack raises his eyebrow and replies, “To use your unfortunate terminology, we will be doing stuff to each other.” He straightens his tie and looks out the window of the town car to see get a sense of how far they are from his apartment. “And I am confident that we will revert back to our status quo immediately after we…indulge in certain pleasurable acts.”
She cringes at his phrasing, “Um, ew. There really shouldn’t be any pleasure. I want normal methodical sex, okay?”
Jack scoffs, “You do realize one important aspect of make-up sex is passion, correct?”
“You know, I’m going to read up about this make-up sex thing. I think you’re just making this up as you go along to prove some kind of perverted point.” She reaches into her pocket to retrieve her smart phone, but Jack grabs her wrist to stop her.
“Yes, because I spend all my free time conceiving the ways in which I can manipulate Elizabeth Lemon into sex.”
She frowns, “Yeah, about that. Why do you even want to do this, Jack? I thought you found me…kinda gross.”
He bristles at her question and says offhandedly, “You’re far from repulsive, Lemon. When you take pride your appearance you can even be quite decent to look at.”
“Well, thanks. For not finding me disgusting.”
He ignores her sarcasm and grabs her hand. “You’re welcome.”
When they reach his apartment, Jack continues holding onto her hand as they stride into his lobby and past his doorman. She has the urge to inform his doorman that they are not a couple and are not about to have sex (despite the hand holding), but she realizes that volunteering such information would probably kill the mood. Not that there was a mood to this thing. More like, it would be distracting. And Liz thinks this is an important time to stay on topic.
In the elevator they’re still holding hands, but not talking. This is a little awkward, it’s almost as if they’re complete strangers, but she doesn’t know what to say to fill the silence. After a moment she asks, “So. You know I’m not into anything kinky, right?”
He peers at her, his lips curving into an amused smile. “I’m fairly adept at reading a women’s preferences, Lemon. You don’t need to provide me with a sexual disclaimer.”
She breathes a sigh of relief, “Okay. Great. I was worried that you might try to get me into your sex dungeon or something.” When he doesn’t respond, her eyes widen with panic, “You don’t own a sex dungeon do you?”
He smirks, “If I did, I would certainly never show it to you. So you have nothing to worry about.”
After the elevator door opens, he pulls her down the hallway and they stop when they reach his door. He turns around and looks at her seriously before tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “Liz, if this really makes you uncomfortable, you can back out.”
“But what about restoring balance?”
He shrugs, “I’m a patient man. I suppose I could probably wait for our situation to resolve itself organically if need be.”
She snorts incredulously, “Dude, you are many things but patient isn’t one of them.”
“Fine, then I will wait impatiently for our relationship revert to normal.”
She shakes her head. Waiting around for an indefinite period of time is not something she wants, and she’s psyched herself up for sex with Jack. So she does something that she never imagined she’d do: She grabs Jack’s face and plants a firm and decisive kiss on his lips. She can feel him flinch for split second, but once he overcomes the shock, he wraps his arms around her and deepens the kiss. Moaning against her lips, he blindingly inserts his key in the door and shoves her against the wall once he manages to get the door open.
It doesn’t take long for her to grind her pelvis against his, and he groans at her body’s quick and unexpected interest in moving things forward.
“What has gotten into you, Lemon?” He mutters against her neck.
“Um…well, I just thought about waiting months for me to be able to talk to you about my problems and I don’t want to do that. I have a lot of things I need your help with…for one, I got this really scary letter from the IRS....”
“I’ll look at it tomorrow.” He says without hesitation as he resumes kissing her. He then pulls back slightly, his face showing grave concern, “You aren’t doing this solely for my connections with the federal government, are you?”
“No.” She says quickly, “I also missed talking to you. Because you say douchey things, but a lot of them are pretty on the money. And you can be pretty nice to me when you’re not ragging on my clothing choices…”
“There’s no need to feel shy for admitting your affection toward me. I’ve grown rather fond of you as well.” He says with a smile and Liz finds herself mirroring his grin.
“May I undress you?” The question catches Liz off guard. Most men tend to unceremoniously and clumsily take off her clothes instantly with little finesse. And they most certainly don’t bluntly ask her permission before they do. She realizes his direct question is so very Jack, and finds that it actually turns her on.
She exhales, “Yeah, sure.” When Jack proceeds to undress her, he does so very slowly and deliberately. Like he’s unwrapping some sort of gift. Liz wants to make a joke about it, but she’s too mesmerized by what his hands are doing to her that she is unable to articulate anything coherent. When she’s completely naked, she is tempted to cover herself up with her hands when she sees Jack eyes hungrily rove over her.
“You have a lovely body, Liz. You should show it off more often.” He rasps against her lips after he spends a few moments carefully studying her figure.
“Thanks.” She responds shyly, while running her hands up and down his arms. “Um, do you want me to return the favor?” She asks awkwardly, before letting her hands rest on his belt buckle.
“No.”
“No? Why not? Are you trying to hide your penis from me or something? I promise I won’t care if it’s small.”
Jack stares at her incredulously. Only Liz would imply that her potential lover has a small penis and not think there was anything remiss about doing so. “Lemon,” he says sternly, “does this feel small to you?” He grabs her hand and then places it between his legs.
“Nope.” She gulps nervously. Okay, so his penis seems perfectly fine. That’s…good.
“I simply want to take my time enjoying you before we move on to the main event. You deserve to experience adequate foreplay for once in your life.” He explains, and normally Liz would be annoyed that he assumes to know everything about her (including the quality of sex she’s had), but again, his hands and lips are turning her into somebody who is not very articulate or sharp. Good thing she’s only sleeping with him once, because this newly developed character trait of hers might become a problem if this dynamic between them were to continue.
After an impressive (for her) make out session against his wall, Jack takes her hand and they pass through the living room of his expansive penthouse. “You live here?” She asks in awe when her eyes take in the clear glass windows that overlook what seems to be the entire New York skyline. There’s a lot of mahogany, priceless antiques and (weirdly) paintings of horses. It’s like she’s in one giant exclusive gentleman’s club for millionaires only.
“Do you not like it?”
“It’s insane. I don’t think I can have sex on any piece of furniture in this place. What happens if I break something? I mean, I think that lamp is worth more than what I make in a month.”
“Nonsense, Lemon. If you broke something I certainly wouldn’t charge you for a replacement. My home is not a Crate & Barrell.” He says dismissively. “Come.” He eagerly tugs on her arm and ushers her into his bedroom. His bedroom is equally intimidating, but Liz doesn’t see what she could break by staying in his bed so she’s a little more relaxed. She doesn’t attempt to take off his clothes again, because she’s not sure if he still wants to resume the foreplay, so she climbs on the bed and waits for him to join her.
Before he does, he begins tugging on his tie and removes it (oh, crap, maybe she was supposed to undress him), she begins to rise from the bed but Jack motions for her to stay put. “I like seeing you in my bed. There’s no need to move.”
So now she’s watching Jack get undressed in front of her and his clear blue eyes locking with hers during his disrobing is making her heart race really fast. Within moments, he’s naked as well and he smoothly crawls on top of her. “You’re still sure about this, Liz?”
“Yeah.” She breathes against his neck. “Just…go slow.”
“As you wish.” Following her instructions, he gradually eases himself inside her and Liz’s sharp gasp causes him to still his movement.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes…that…just felt a lot better than I thought it would.” She murmurs quietly.
He smirks, “Do you mean to admit that you’ve fantasized about being in this position with me?”
“Ugh! Can’t you just shut up and let me enjoy this without being your smug, stupid self?” She groans in frustration.
“Again, Lemon, as you wish.”
True to his promise, Jack doesn’t utter a single word afterward. She is only mildly irritated when she notices that he gives her this self-satisfied smile whenever he does something to turn her on, but mostly she’s happy that she found a way to get Jack to say yes to practically anything she says.
It’s really unfortunate that this is a one-time incident. Because she has the urge to silence Jack on a regular basis, so this sex thing could’ve really come in handy. Damn.
Spoilers: Post-ep for Rosemary's Baby (Season 2, ep. #4)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Everything belongs to Tina (as it should). Comments and feedback = happy times!
She can’t believe she’s doing this. If she got into a fight with Gary she would never consider sleeping with him as a way to rectify the situation. She would probably go straight to HR and report him the moment he suggested it. But Gary was 20 years older than her, married and had a weird mole thing on his face. Jack is slightly better looking. Or, actually, much better looking. But she’s never lusted after anybody, so she’s not quite sure why Jack’s objectively attractive appearance would change her attitude toward sex. She justifies her actions with the realization that she has always used sex as a means to an end. The promise of sex would always guarantee Dennis gifting her with a delicious sub or fixing something in her apartment (he would usually break it first, but that is beside the point). So, there is a clear purpose to her having sex with Jack. She wants her friend and boss back. And after this weird sex thing is over, they’ll go back to being mentor and mentee.
In an effort to confirm the desired end result for their tryst she asks nervously, “So…after I let you do stuff to me, things will go back to normal, right?”
Jack raises his eyebrow and replies, “To use your unfortunate terminology, we will be doing stuff to each other.” He straightens his tie and looks out the window of the town car to see get a sense of how far they are from his apartment. “And I am confident that we will revert back to our status quo immediately after we…indulge in certain pleasurable acts.”
She cringes at his phrasing, “Um, ew. There really shouldn’t be any pleasure. I want normal methodical sex, okay?”
Jack scoffs, “You do realize one important aspect of make-up sex is passion, correct?”
“You know, I’m going to read up about this make-up sex thing. I think you’re just making this up as you go along to prove some kind of perverted point.” She reaches into her pocket to retrieve her smart phone, but Jack grabs her wrist to stop her.
“Yes, because I spend all my free time conceiving the ways in which I can manipulate Elizabeth Lemon into sex.”
She frowns, “Yeah, about that. Why do you even want to do this, Jack? I thought you found me…kinda gross.”
He bristles at her question and says offhandedly, “You’re far from repulsive, Lemon. When you take pride your appearance you can even be quite decent to look at.”
“Well, thanks. For not finding me disgusting.”
He ignores her sarcasm and grabs her hand. “You’re welcome.”
When they reach his apartment, Jack continues holding onto her hand as they stride into his lobby and past his doorman. She has the urge to inform his doorman that they are not a couple and are not about to have sex (despite the hand holding), but she realizes that volunteering such information would probably kill the mood. Not that there was a mood to this thing. More like, it would be distracting. And Liz thinks this is an important time to stay on topic.
In the elevator they’re still holding hands, but not talking. This is a little awkward, it’s almost as if they’re complete strangers, but she doesn’t know what to say to fill the silence. After a moment she asks, “So. You know I’m not into anything kinky, right?”
He peers at her, his lips curving into an amused smile. “I’m fairly adept at reading a women’s preferences, Lemon. You don’t need to provide me with a sexual disclaimer.”
She breathes a sigh of relief, “Okay. Great. I was worried that you might try to get me into your sex dungeon or something.” When he doesn’t respond, her eyes widen with panic, “You don’t own a sex dungeon do you?”
He smirks, “If I did, I would certainly never show it to you. So you have nothing to worry about.”
After the elevator door opens, he pulls her down the hallway and they stop when they reach his door. He turns around and looks at her seriously before tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “Liz, if this really makes you uncomfortable, you can back out.”
“But what about restoring balance?”
He shrugs, “I’m a patient man. I suppose I could probably wait for our situation to resolve itself organically if need be.”
She snorts incredulously, “Dude, you are many things but patient isn’t one of them.”
“Fine, then I will wait impatiently for our relationship revert to normal.”
She shakes her head. Waiting around for an indefinite period of time is not something she wants, and she’s psyched herself up for sex with Jack. So she does something that she never imagined she’d do: She grabs Jack’s face and plants a firm and decisive kiss on his lips. She can feel him flinch for split second, but once he overcomes the shock, he wraps his arms around her and deepens the kiss. Moaning against her lips, he blindingly inserts his key in the door and shoves her against the wall once he manages to get the door open.
It doesn’t take long for her to grind her pelvis against his, and he groans at her body’s quick and unexpected interest in moving things forward.
“What has gotten into you, Lemon?” He mutters against her neck.
“Um…well, I just thought about waiting months for me to be able to talk to you about my problems and I don’t want to do that. I have a lot of things I need your help with…for one, I got this really scary letter from the IRS....”
“I’ll look at it tomorrow.” He says without hesitation as he resumes kissing her. He then pulls back slightly, his face showing grave concern, “You aren’t doing this solely for my connections with the federal government, are you?”
“No.” She says quickly, “I also missed talking to you. Because you say douchey things, but a lot of them are pretty on the money. And you can be pretty nice to me when you’re not ragging on my clothing choices…”
“There’s no need to feel shy for admitting your affection toward me. I’ve grown rather fond of you as well.” He says with a smile and Liz finds herself mirroring his grin.
“May I undress you?” The question catches Liz off guard. Most men tend to unceremoniously and clumsily take off her clothes instantly with little finesse. And they most certainly don’t bluntly ask her permission before they do. She realizes his direct question is so very Jack, and finds that it actually turns her on.
She exhales, “Yeah, sure.” When Jack proceeds to undress her, he does so very slowly and deliberately. Like he’s unwrapping some sort of gift. Liz wants to make a joke about it, but she’s too mesmerized by what his hands are doing to her that she is unable to articulate anything coherent. When she’s completely naked, she is tempted to cover herself up with her hands when she sees Jack eyes hungrily rove over her.
“You have a lovely body, Liz. You should show it off more often.” He rasps against her lips after he spends a few moments carefully studying her figure.
“Thanks.” She responds shyly, while running her hands up and down his arms. “Um, do you want me to return the favor?” She asks awkwardly, before letting her hands rest on his belt buckle.
“No.”
“No? Why not? Are you trying to hide your penis from me or something? I promise I won’t care if it’s small.”
Jack stares at her incredulously. Only Liz would imply that her potential lover has a small penis and not think there was anything remiss about doing so. “Lemon,” he says sternly, “does this feel small to you?” He grabs her hand and then places it between his legs.
“Nope.” She gulps nervously. Okay, so his penis seems perfectly fine. That’s…good.
“I simply want to take my time enjoying you before we move on to the main event. You deserve to experience adequate foreplay for once in your life.” He explains, and normally Liz would be annoyed that he assumes to know everything about her (including the quality of sex she’s had), but again, his hands and lips are turning her into somebody who is not very articulate or sharp. Good thing she’s only sleeping with him once, because this newly developed character trait of hers might become a problem if this dynamic between them were to continue.
After an impressive (for her) make out session against his wall, Jack takes her hand and they pass through the living room of his expansive penthouse. “You live here?” She asks in awe when her eyes take in the clear glass windows that overlook what seems to be the entire New York skyline. There’s a lot of mahogany, priceless antiques and (weirdly) paintings of horses. It’s like she’s in one giant exclusive gentleman’s club for millionaires only.
“Do you not like it?”
“It’s insane. I don’t think I can have sex on any piece of furniture in this place. What happens if I break something? I mean, I think that lamp is worth more than what I make in a month.”
“Nonsense, Lemon. If you broke something I certainly wouldn’t charge you for a replacement. My home is not a Crate & Barrell.” He says dismissively. “Come.” He eagerly tugs on her arm and ushers her into his bedroom. His bedroom is equally intimidating, but Liz doesn’t see what she could break by staying in his bed so she’s a little more relaxed. She doesn’t attempt to take off his clothes again, because she’s not sure if he still wants to resume the foreplay, so she climbs on the bed and waits for him to join her.
Before he does, he begins tugging on his tie and removes it (oh, crap, maybe she was supposed to undress him), she begins to rise from the bed but Jack motions for her to stay put. “I like seeing you in my bed. There’s no need to move.”
So now she’s watching Jack get undressed in front of her and his clear blue eyes locking with hers during his disrobing is making her heart race really fast. Within moments, he’s naked as well and he smoothly crawls on top of her. “You’re still sure about this, Liz?”
“Yeah.” She breathes against his neck. “Just…go slow.”
“As you wish.” Following her instructions, he gradually eases himself inside her and Liz’s sharp gasp causes him to still his movement.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes…that…just felt a lot better than I thought it would.” She murmurs quietly.
He smirks, “Do you mean to admit that you’ve fantasized about being in this position with me?”
“Ugh! Can’t you just shut up and let me enjoy this without being your smug, stupid self?” She groans in frustration.
“Again, Lemon, as you wish.”
True to his promise, Jack doesn’t utter a single word afterward. She is only mildly irritated when she notices that he gives her this self-satisfied smile whenever he does something to turn her on, but mostly she’s happy that she found a way to get Jack to say yes to practically anything she says.
It’s really unfortunate that this is a one-time incident. Because she has the urge to silence Jack on a regular basis, so this sex thing could’ve really come in handy. Damn.