I know, I know... took me long enough.
Title: Worst of All (Conclusion)
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
You guys! I finally finished this. And I'm so sorry it took so long. But if I'm going to sit down a write something, I need a solid 6 or 7 hour block. And when I'm in school full time, those days are few and far between. And you know, I wasn't going to go porny, because this is only my second piece of fanfic ever, and I wasn't sure I could pull it off. I'm not sure I actually did pull it off. But then I had requests for sexy Jack/Liz times, and I knew I couldn't let you down. This was actually going to be 2 or 3 more parts which I would post over the course of a few days, but I couldn't do that to you either. So this one is good and long (that's what she said). Also, I suck at brainstorming ideas for ideas for my next fic, so if you have any requests, leave them and I will see what I can do. Oh, and if anyone has ideas for better sexytime writing music than Mr. Gordon Lightfoot, that would be much appreciated. Because it is kind of like writing porn while your great uncle sings about boats and railroads.
Oh, and for all my new friends, I would recommend going back and reading the first few chapters. Because the tension-filled build up is such fun!
Chapter 1: pacific1987.livejournal.com/787.html
Chapter 2: pacific1987.livejournal.com/1054.html
Chapter 3: pacific1987.livejournal.com/1363.html
Several weeks had passed, and Liz’s progress was at a standstill. Jack was still cold and distant, and the tiny shards of hope she had been clinging to were becoming fewer and further between. Her attempts at dressing to capture his attention at work were effective in garnering her cat calls on the subway and dinner invitations from the cute NBC Sports guy, but the thought of going out on a date with another man was out of the question at this point. Jack had rejected her last week when she suggested they go out for Sunday brunch to ‘catch up’, but today she had come up with something a little different. She glanced again down to the envelope in her hands, checking for the hundredth time to ensure the contents were safe.
This had gone on for too long. She had skirted nervously around making a real move, and today was the day of reckoning. It was going to be do or die, so to speak. And by do, she meant that she would tell him how she felt. Not that she was actually going to do him, but well, that would be awesome if that was how the whole conversation played out.
A few nights ago, she had stayed up for hours in an Ebay bidding war for 2 tickets to John Legend’s NYC show. Tickets had sold out months ago, and she knew Jack was disappointed that he was unable to score seats to see his favourite artist. She had been scouring the site for weeks before the two tickets had come up for auction, and after an intense bidding war and a total cost approximate to her monthly rent and utilities, she had scored awesome seats in the third row.
So for what felt like the hundredth time that month, she knocked and entered Jack’s office. He glanced up at her and sighed, feigning annoyance with this newest interruption. It was not difficult to be in a foul mood with her today. If the whispers around the various 30 Rock departments were anything to go by, he was not the only man in the building to have taken an interest in Liz Lemon. He knew she had agreed to go to dinner with the handsome broadcaster from the Sports media division, and some of the law and accounting staff had suddenly taken a shine to swarming Liz at the TGS after-parties. His daily assertions to himself that he would not cave were being badly compromised by the fact that other men even looking at Lemon drove him up the wall with jealousy. How dare she start dating other people before he did.
She strode forward and stopped in front of his desk, leaning over to place an envelope on the keyboard in front of him. He glanced from the envelope up to her, taking in her excitement.
“Open it!”
He frowned as he peered inside, barely concealing his shock when he noted the contents. How the hell had she gotten these tickets? He had contacted virtually every contact he had in the music divisions, and no one had been able to help him out with seats.
“So tomorrow night then? Did you want to meet up at my place or…” He cut her off, unable to stop his jealousy from manifesting itself.
“I can’t. I have a date tomorrow.” He tossed the tickets back to her, taking on an air of disinterest. “Why don’t you take one of your new gentlemen friends?” He didn’t presently have a date lined up, but he could certainly do so in a short period.
“Jack, no!” Her sudden outburst startles him.
“Excuse me?”
“Please don’t start seeing other woman. You can’t! Not yet. Just listen, if you haven’t figured it out yet, I have been trying really hard to win you back.”
“I knew that already.”
“Okay. Right, okay,” She pauses, realizing the implications of his statement. He had known she was still interested and made no move to return her affections. She deflated, fighting to keep her composure.
“Fair enough. Um… so good luck with that new lady. You should take her to the concert. And I’m not really sure what gentlemen you are speaking of. I’m not dating anyone.” Voice cracking, she forces herself to continue. She had to get this out.
“Okay, this is killing me. But you have to know I still love you, and how sorry I am. Because I am so, so sorry. I just needed you to know that. And I know you probably would never want to try this again, but if you ever do, just tell me and I will do anything to prove to that it is worth it.” She dropped her head, staring at her toes as she waited for his response. She waits for him either to berate her or ask her to leave. Maybe one after another. So he surprises the hell out of her when he quietly responds.
“Prove it then.”
She felt as if all the air had left her lungs. She couldn’t have heard him correctly. He repeated,
“Prove it to me, Lemon. Prove how sorry you are. How much you love me.”
And so Liz begins talking. Waving her arms and making nonsense arguments, while Jack remains seated at his desk, staring at her curiously. Was she trying to negotiate with him?
“Couples have gotten though things and came out okay. Like Bill and Hillary Clinton. Banging the intern is way worse than snooping, right? I guess both are a betrayal of trust, in a sense…” And it strikes her as odd that she just compared herself to Bill Clinton, and even worse that she compared Jack to Hillary, and oh God, this is going so very, very, poorly.
“Did you just liken me to Hillary Clinton?” His eyes widen in absolute horror.
And wow, this whole situation is ridiculous. As if being associated with the Secretary of State is the biggest issue here. Unable to continue in any logical manner, her body betrays her and she begins cracking up at the absolute notion of this entire conversation. Because Jack as Hillary and her as Bill might be the worst argument for anything. She puts her hands over her mouth and is unable to quell the rising nervous laughter. She glances up and sees Jack’s horror has shifted to amusement, and despite his valiant efforts, he is unable to contain a snicker.
And in that split second she is unable to resist, bounding forwards and spinning his desk chair to the side to face her. From there she places her hands on the armrests and leans forward, capturing his lips in a soft kiss.
She expects him to immediately push her away, frown and reprimand her for being entirely inappropriate, so he surprises the hell out of her when he returns the favour by spreading his legs and pulling her tightly against him, opening his mouth below her to deepen the kiss. After a period of intense making out, Jack apparently decides that relocation is in order, sliding his arms behind her knees to carry her over to the couch.
“We obviously need to talk, Lemon.” And Liz knows she should be sitting obediently and taking this seriously, but talking is the absolute last thing on her mind at the moment. She leans forward and brushes her lips against his again, for just a few seconds. She pulls back and sees no disagreement in his eyes, so she leans forward again, capturing his lips in a deeper kiss, while dragging her hand from his back, along his ribs, gently drawing her nails up his neck and into his hair. His hands remain neutral, but the goosebumps along the back of his neck betray him. She quickly rids him of his tie, hands shifting to the front of his shirt. She undoes the top botton before pulling back a questioning look in her eyes, wanting to provide him with an opportunity to gather his thoughts. His body may be responding enthusiastically, but she needs to know that he really wants this, really is okay with the implications of it.
Despite the fact is was the middle of the day and Jonathan was likely standing right outside the door, she cant resist from shifting from her position from sitting across his lap to straddling him.
“Are you going to seduce me Lemon?” He brushes a stray lock of hair away from her eyes.
“Um, yes. Well I am trying to. I thought you figured that out already. Is this okay? You are fine with this happening?”
“I suppose so.” He teases, before smirking mischievously. Noting her apprehension, he encourages her.
“Please feel free to proceed.” She leans in to recapture his lips, but hesitates.
“Am I doing this right?” She inquired. “I mean, is this working for you?”
He chuckled, taking hold of her hips and shifting her higher up on his thighs. Her dress rides up, allowing her to feel his hardness through her thin panties. Moaning softly, she lunges back for his mouth. As Liz became more confident, her movements become increasingly aggressive. Jack begins to reciprocate her moans as presses herself against his throbbing erection, thoroughly enjoying Liz taking on such a dominant role. She finally undoes the last button on his shirt and pushes it back off his shoulders. Desperately craving to feel his skin against hers, she leans back and guides his hands to the zipper along her back. Both breathing heavily, he lowers the zipper down to the small of her back. She grasps the hemline, and excruciatingly slowly, begins to pull the dress up over her her head, revealing herself inch by inch before depositing the garment behind her.
Jack notes her matching undergarments are among those he has never seen before. The fact she had decided to wear the devastatingly sexy new set today indicates that she came into his office with this exact intention. The idea of Liz dressing herself with the objective of seducing him is an incredible turn-on. He immediately reaches for her in order to investigate, but she leans back just out of his grasp and gently slides off the couch. Glancing up at him, she smiles coyly as she undoes his first his belt, then his pants, easing them down his legs along with his boxers. He leans back to watch as she she stands, taking the time to slowly slide her panties down her legs and tossing them to the ground. Her bra follows shortly after. Climbing back into his lap, she drags her lips along his neck, nibbling gently, surprised by the realization of how much she missed the feeling of his rough stubble scratching her cheek and naked skin against her torso. She keeps this up for several minutes, delighting in his soft sounds of pleasure, and feeling his hardness pressed against her. Liz kept this up until she was hardly able to take it anymore.
“Tell me what you want, Jack” she purred softly into his ear. He surprises her with the seriousness of his response.
“I need to know what I ever did to make you distrust me?” Her eyes widen at the sudden change of tone. She considers for a few moments before responding,
“This is going to sound so cliché, but it was me, not you. Jack, it was just too good to be true, and it terrified me. You could have any woman you wanted and…” He places his hands on her cheeks, making sure she is meeting his eyes.
“Lemon, shhh. I chose you. It’s still you. Just promise me that this time there will be no distrust, no secrets. If something concerns you, you will always talk to me about it?” She smiles.
“This is the first time you have called me ‘Lemon’ in months. Wait, so were back together? Officially?” He takes the time to run his hands over her, along her back, circling around the outside of her hips, before slowly tickling the inside of her thighs, slowly moving upwards. She breaks eye contact for the first time, eyes closing and head lolling in pleasure. He shifts their position, laying her down on the coach and climbing atop her.
“You are currently laying beneath me. Naked, Of course we are.” He grins back. “What else am I going to do with those concert tickets? Or two plane tickets to Chicago?”
Liz does not respond. Tired of talking, she wriggles impatiently beneath him. He teases his way back up her thighs before coming to rest at her entrance, gently parting her folds to feel her wetness. He knew she often enjoying coming this way before he entered her, and he was always more than happy to oblige. He takes his time, but before he is able to slide a finger into her, she sighs in frustration.
“Jack, please. I can’t wait any longer.” She shifts down so he is positioned at her entrance, and wraps her legs tightly around his waist.
“Can’t wait for what? You will have to be more specific”, he teases her as he drags his tongue along her breasts. Parroting her earlier inquiry, his voice low and gravelly, he leans in “Tell me what you want, Lemon.”
Locking gazes with him, she breathlessly declares,
“I want to feel you inside me.”
It’s just about the sexiest thing he has ever heard, and in a flash he has retrieved a condom from his wallet. She takes it from him, unrolling it on him in long, deliberate strokes. Finally she leans back, and he struggles to control himself as he slides slowly into her. Jack adopts a slow pace, aware that it has been some time since they were last together and wanting to allow her body time to readjust to him. Liz was having no such issues however, placing kisses along his chest and shoulders and thrusting up against him. Jack picked up his pace, and savoured every thrust, every noise Liz made. He was crazy to have denied them this for so long. The reality of how close he almost came to losing her came crashing down. He had been rejecting her, punishing her, but in the back of his mind, always assumed that when or if he wanted her back, she would be there. But as word spread that the newly polished, sexy-dressing Liz Lemon was single among the male employees at 30 Rock, Jack’s jealousy drove him to act. The period they spent apart was extremely difficult. But the thought of Liz dating another man, being intimate with another man, that thought was simply unbearable. He had forgiven her weeks ago, and he was loathe to admit some of the recent hostility was perhaps more rooted in jealousy than anger.
Jack sought to make it up to her, while at the same time, never giving her reason to even consider looking at another man. He reached behind to grasp her right leg, shifting it so it was resting upon his shoulder, and thrust hard back into her. This new position was awarded with a loud gasp against his neck, and her nails digging into her back. It was one that consistently brought her rapidly to orgasm, and this was no exception. Within minutes she was crying out again, arms gripping his back for dear life. Her inner muscles gripped tightly, and Jack had to summon every once of his control to prevent himself from coming alongside her. As he began to regain his composure, a flash of black lace caught his attention.
“That is a brand new bra Lemon. And the panties match. They’re much sexier than your usual lingerie style. You bought them with me in mind, didn’t you? You wore them hoping I would see them.”
Still gasping for breath and unable to articulate, she simply nodded into his shoulder.
Loving where this was going, Jack continued,
“You thought about me when we were separated, didn’t you?”
“All the time.”
“And you went to bed alone every night. Surely you thought of me there. What we would be doing if I were with you? Where is your favourite place to fantasize about me taking you?” He places his hand under her chin, gently forcing her to meet his eyes.
“The desk”, she whispered, barely perceptible as a blush rose in her cheeks. Louder, she repeated, “The desk. We never got the chance before. I was always afraid we might get caught if this happened too often in your office. And I’ve heard it’s…. good.”
Moving quicker than she thought possible, he swept her up and placed her on the edge of the desk and moved between her knees, reentering her. Helping her lean back so she was comfortable, the position allowed him to enjoy a full view of her body, all flushed skin and tussled hair.
“Oh, this will be better than ‘good’, I assure you.”
Moving his fingers down to her entrance, he massaged her in time with deep strokes, marveling at how wet and responsive she was. Shifting forward so his body was grinding against her with every thrust, she was unable to control the gasps and moans that were increasing in volume and drove him to move harder and faster. Whispering exhalations of love against her neck, he held on until she came more intensely than he knew she was even capable of. Her orgasm spurred his own, and he followed soon after, gripping her waist and cursing loudly.
Completely spent, she collapsed into his arms like a rag doll. He held her tight, running his fingers lightly up and down her soft skin, kissing her temple while she regained her breath.
After a sweaty, gaspy recovery period, Liz decided they should probably make an attempt at redressing, in case Jonathan or Kenneth wondered what they have been up to this whole time and went searching. He helped zip her back into her dress and gently turned her to face him. Both are well aware there was no point in attempting to get any work done for the rest of the afternoon.
“I have pecan pie at my house.”
“Are you trying to lure me to your apartment? Because you don’t have to. I am totally going with you, regardless of if you had pie or not.”
“So you don’t want the pie?”
“Hey, no one said anything about not wanting pie. I will always want pie. Come on Donaghy, what else have you forgotten?”
Jack dips his head, gently nibbling on a sweet spot high on Liz’s neck, eliciting a cute squeak as her eyes fluttered shut. Her reaction was identical every time Jack’s lips traveled to the spot.
“I have forgotten very little, I assure you Lemon. Now may we finally leave so I may prove it to you?”