Three's Company, Jack/Liz, #27, Threesome
Title: Three's Company
Author:
grenyarnia
Challenge:
lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz (plus Gretchen)
Genre: het and slash
Table: C
Prompt: #27, Threesome
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5050
Spoilers: through 'The Ones'
Summary: Liz is turning 40. Jack and Gretchen help make the transition a little easier.
Warning: Contains slash!! Not just het like all my other pieces, so don't read if that's offensive to you!
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
The memory of Elisa passionately kissing Liz hadn’t crossed her mind in years. Three years to be exact. Right on the verge of her 40th birthday. A milestone she would much prefer to let pass completely unacknowledged.
Jack had other ideas, though. He wanted to throw her a birthday party.
A big party. A lavishly expensive, grand celebration bigger than most wedding receptions. Certainly bigger than their own wedding, a small intimate affair in Hawaii a year prior.
A guest list a mile long, cases and cases of the best champagne, a live band - he envisioned something the envy of every “Page Six” reader.
His head in her lap as they watch TV on the couch, she runs her fingers through his hair lackadaisically, asks, “Why would you want to waste money on something like that, Jack?"
He moves to his back, looks up at her. “It's not a question of money, my love. It's a celebration of you being forty and fabulous."
"Oh, shut up," she laughs. "You just want to rub it in that I'm old. What's your equation, 50 for a man is 32 for a lady? So I'll be man...58? Why should I celebrate that?"
He grins at her ridiculousness and pushes her t-shirt up; slyly staring at, then cupping her breasts underneath.
"This is not the body of a 58 year old, Lemon."
She rolls her eyes and shoos his hand away.
He sits up next to her, wipes the smirk off his face. "Liz, I'm not going to plan a big party if that's really not what you want. But I think it would be fun."
“Honestly, the more I think about it, the more depressing it is. Just get me a birthday cake, cook me a nice dinner. That’s all I want.”
He lovingly tucks her hair behind her ear, leans in to softly kiss her on the lips. “Okay. You name it and I’ll make it. Anything you want, Lemon.”
“What I want is to stop talking about turning 40.” She slides her hand behind his neck and pulls him down into a deep kiss.
Finally releasing her grip, she whispers, “Let’s go upstairs.”
Yes, she’s blatantly using sex to avoid talking about her advancing age.
Whatever, Jack wouldn’t mind.
****
Back to watching TV, but now in their bed, naked and spooning, she can’t stop thinking about her upcoming birthday.
“Hey, Jack? Did you have a big party for your 40th?”
“I did not.”
“Really? What’d you do then?”
There’s a noticeable pause. “Um, I - I just celebrated with a couple people from work.”
She rolls over to see his face. “What’s with the covertness?”
He reaches for the remote. “Hey, can we watch something else? You know I hate Maddow.”
She grabs the remote and throws it out of his reach. “Wow, this must be good. Spill it, Jackie Boy. What’d you do on your 40th birthday?”
“Fine,” he sighs. “You really want to know? I had a three way with two women I worked with. Happy now?”
“Shut up!” she yells, pushing her hands into his chest.
“I’m serious, Lemon,” he laughs. “You wanted to know!”
“Well, I can’t say I’m really surprised. But you’ve never been secretive about your sexual exploits. What, are you embarrassed you were so old when you had your first three way?” she chuckles.
“I never said it was my first.”
“Of course, it wasn’t,” she deadpans. “Seriously though, why didn’t you want to tell me?”
His gaze drifts again. She immediately lifts his chin up, making him look her in the eye. He remains silent.
Frustrated, she sits up in bed, covers herself with the sheet. “Jack, what’s your deal? Why are you being so secretive?”
He reaches for her hand, looks up at her with his best puppy dog eyes. “I’m not trying to be secretive. I don’t want to make things awkward for you, okay? One of the women is someone you know. Someone we’re friends with. But it was years -”
“Whoa, wait,” she stops him. She needs a minute to digest this.
Okay, realistically, she probably knows hundreds of women Jack’s slept with. His promiscuous past is something she could do without, but it’s just that, his past. Not his present, not who he was now - her best friend and husband. But he slept with one of her - one of their friends?
“Who was it, Jack? Just tell me.”
“It was Thomas.”
Liz goes from worried to shocked in milliseconds, then breaks into hysterical laughter. “What?! You’re such a liar! Gretchen’s gay!”
Jack lunges across the bed for the remote. “Whatever, Lemon. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“It’s impossible! Gretchen doesn’t have sex with dudes.”
Overly annoyed, he ignores her, angrily flips through the channels for something else to watch.
“Wait...you didn’t turn Gretchen gay, did you?” she giggles.
The pissed off glare on his face just amuses her further. But it doesn’t take him long to crack, and he starts to laugh with her. He pulls her back over next to him; she happily returns to his arms.
“This is why I didn’t want to tell you, Lemon.”
“For real, though? You had sex with Gretchen?”
“Not in the traditional sense, no.”
“I suppose it really doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago, but I’m glad you didn’t. So was this some big fantasy you set up for your birthday?”
“No, it happened on the spur of the moment.”
“How exactly does a three way happen on the spur of the moment?” she laughs.
“It did, okay! It wasn’t planned.”
He pulls all the covers back up and they burrow together underneath as he continues.
“I was working in Fairfield. In plastics, with Thomas. We went out with a bunch of people from work to have some drinks for my birthday. The two of us got pretty drunk...and somehow I ended up betting her $500 that I could pick up a woman to take home faster than she could. Well, we ended up picking the same woman.”
“I don’t get it.”
“The head of Plastics, our boss, had recently hired a new secretary. A real feisty, little redhead named Jill. We’d been flirting for weeks. And I mean really flirting. Trust me, it was only a matter of time before -”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. The Donaghy charm was irresistible, blah, blah, blah,” Liz mocks him. “So how does Gretchen figure into this?”
“Well, I didn’t know it until that night, but Jill had been flirting with Gretchen, too.” He laughs remembering it all. “Gretchen was floored. She was completely convinced Jill was gay. So she asked Jill point blank if she was gay or straight. Jill said she was bisexual. Gretchen didn’t believe her, told her to prove it. And before I knew it, all three of us were in a cab heading back to my place.”
“So I take it Jill really was bisexual.”
“Well, she certainly was that night!” he gloats.
She wraps Jack’s arm tightly around her waist, replies softly, almost in awe, “Wow, a three way. That’s quite a way to celebrate your 40th birthday.”
He nuzzles his face deeper against her neck, whispers back, “Have you ever thought about being with another woman, Lemon?”
She’s quiet for a moment, probably making Jack assume she’s grossed out by his question, but then she admits, “I did kiss a woman once. I kind of liked it.”
Now Jack freaks out, bellows, “Get out! When?!”
Liz covers her face in embarrassment, burying it in the pillows.
He tries to pull the pillow away, starts to tickle under her arms. “Liz Lemon! You kinky little devil. Who did you kiss?! When?!”
She unmasks her face momentarily, only to hide it again against his chest.
“I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” she sighs. “It was Elisa.”
Somehow, he’s even more shocked. “Elisa?!”
“Yeah, she gave me this crazy Puerto Rican goodbye kiss or something. I totally wasn’t expecting it. But afterwards, I thought about how I sort of liked it. It was pretty hot, actually.”
“Wow,” he gasps in amazement.
Liz finds the remote and turns off the TV. “Okay, enough weird sex talk. It’s late.”
She cuddles next to him, he wraps his arm around her shoulder as he stares up at the ceiling. Moments later, he can’t resist teasing her further.
“How am I supposed to sleep now, Lemon? All I can think about is you making out with another woman. Are you sure you don’t want me to set up a three way for your birthday?”
She half-heartedly punches him in the gut. “Oh, shut up, you big perv. Go to sleep.”
****
The next morning when the alarm clock goes off, Liz jumps nearly a mile in the air. She falls back onto the pillows, breathing rapidly.
“Liz, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Jack asks.
She turns away from him, replies faintly, “Nothing, I’m fine. I was having a...a really weird dream.”
He moves up behind her, still genuinely concerned. “What was it? Something bad?”
When he gently touches her back, she squirms away; a second later, spinning back towards him and smashing his mouth against hers into a raunchy kiss, then tells him, “I was dreaming about you fucking me.”
He groans out her name, flips her over onto her back for an even filthier kiss.
She pulls back, her hungry eyes burning into his. “It wasn’t just us. Gretchen was with us, too.”
He swallows hard, stunned speechless for several moments. “Really?”
“You were fucking me and Gretchen was...touching me, and kissing me.”
Their mouths crash together. Conveniently, they never bothered putting on pajamas the night before, so their hands can immediately roam over each other’s still naked bodies.
One of Jack’s hands slips between her legs, breeching her outer sex and finding her absolutely soaking wet.
“Jesus, Lemon. I guess it was a good dream.”
Her fingers slide up the length of his cock. “It was amazing,” she whispers, dragging her tongue over his lips.
“Oh, God,” he groans loudly, then frantically dives over to the night stand.
He’s never put on a condom so fast in his entire life.
****
Turns out, there’s nothing worse than choking on boiling hot coffee. Burning liquid shooting back up into your nostrils isn’t great.
Liz jumps up from her chair, grabs a handful of napkins. “Oh, crap. Are you okay? I’m so sorry, Jack.”
He coughs over and over, struggles for air while coffee drips out of his nose. Liz races over to get him a cold glass of water. Finally able to take a sip, he keeps the water in his mouth, soaking the roof of his mouth and scalded tongue. He wipes his face one more time, looks up at her with red, watery eyes.
“I’m so, so, so, so sorry, Jack.”
He swallows some more water very gingerly. “You, um, surprised me. Did you really ask me what I think you asked me?”
She keeps grimacing, balls her hands up in front of her face. “I did. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would be that shocking.”
He grabs another napkin, wipes his tearing eyes. “You’re serious? You want me to call Gretchen?”
“No, no. Don’t worry about it. Forget I mentioned it.”
He moves her hands down, away from her face, rests his hand on top of hers on the table. “Lemon, I don’t want to forget about it.”
He takes one more sip of water, grins curiously at her. “You really want me to ask her?”
She looks terrified but sincere. “If you don’t mind. There’s no way I’d be able to do it.”
He smiles fully, the alluring potential of her request making his pain melt away. “Never a dull moment with you, is there, Mrs. Donaghy?”
****
To say he’s surprised by Liz’s request would be an understatement.
Yes, Liz had come a long way during their three years together. She’d certainly spread her wings and flew, to put a sexual spin on an old analogy. But actually wanting to be with another woman, to have a threesome? He can’t help but worry she might end up flying a little too close to the sun.
Of course, nothing was finalized. He hasn’t even asked Gretchen yet if she would consider joining them in the bedroom. And Liz could always change her mind. He’s unbelievably impressed by her merely asking him to set it up. Just the thought of it, the whiff of the possibility that it could actually happen is so arousing.
Jack hits the intercom button on his phone, asks, “Jonathan, could you get me Gretchen Thomas on the phone, please?”
A few minutes later, Jonathan has her on the line. Jack picks up the phone, knowing the conversation will likely not be ‘speaker phone appropriate.’
“Thomas! How are you?”
It’s been awhile since they’ve spoken so they catch up briefly on work, life, etc. As soon as Gretchen asks how Liz is doing, he utilizes the opportunity to explore the subject further.
“Funny you should ask. Liz is actually the reason I’m calling. She’s, um, turning 40 in a couple weeks...and I’m planning a little celebration. We were hoping you might be able to join us.”
“Of course! When’s the party? I hope I can make it,” Gretchen replies.
“It’s next Friday. But listen, it’s not going to be a big party.”
Jack pauses, smiling more and more. “Hey, Thomas...do you remember when we got really drunk on my 40th?”
****
The next week and a half is nothing but crazy anticipation. Every time either of them even brings it up, they’re practically ripping each other’s clothes off. At home, work, the movie theater - it didn’t matter.
A few days before, fresh from discussing when and where Gretchen was going to meet them Friday night, she’s writhing in his arms on the marble countertop in their master bathroom. Afterwards, as they’re changing into pajamas, he knows they have to talk seriously about things.
“Lemon, we need to talk about this. I don’t want anybody to get hurt here. Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” She nods, albeit a little tentatively. “Then we need to discuss some things, set some ground rules, okay?”
They head to the kitchen, finally sitting down and calmly talking in detail about the impending big event.
****
It’s the first time they openly discuss it but it’s not the first time she’s thought about it. Short of just blurting out, “Jack, you can’t have sex with Gretchen!” she had no idea how to bring the topic up. Thankfully, Jack knows her as well as he does. Better than she knows herself sometimes. He knows they need to get specific about things to make her more comfortable.
So right off the bat, she tells him, “Jack, I only want you to have sex with me.”
Without any hesitation, he answers right away, completely putting her at ease. “Good, I have no desire to have sex with Gretchen and I can assure you she has no desire to have sex with me. I don’t want to sleep with anyone else, you know that.”
She grabs another slice of pizza out of the box and takes a huge bite, mumbling with her mouth full but Jack can tell exactly what she’s saying. “Really? What about the geologist in the snow cave?”
He cackles loudly. “Lemon, Lemon, Lemon. You don’t forget anything do you?”
“Nope,” Liz laughs back. She picks off a piece of sausage from the pizza and tosses it towards him. He expertly, effortlessly catches it in his mouth, smiling at her all the while. He’s so freaking adorable sometimes. Most of the time actually.
So in the strangest, most straightforward way they discuss the rest of the details of the threesome over pizza. Jack’s so organized, so efficient about it all, it’s comical. A true businessman at heart.
Somehow she never, ever expected to say to him, “No, I don’t really want you to kiss her on the mouth or go down on her either. Is that too restricting?” Then the slightest of pauses, followed by, “Hey, do we have any root beer left?”
If she had any lingering doubts about the openness of their relationship, they were officially erased after this conversation.
****
The next day, he calls Gretchen one last time to finalize details and assess her comfort level. Again, in the most businesslike, practical way, he summarizes the ground rules Liz laid out the night prior. Touching was allowed and essentially encouraged. Kissing was fine, with the caveat that he and Gretchen not kiss on the mouth. Liz could give and receive oral sex from all parties; they could only give and receive from Liz, not each other.
“Jack, I hate to burst your bubble, but I don’t want to do anything with you or your penis,” Gretchen states after he finally finishes.
“Well, thank you very much for clarifying that, Thomas. I’m simply trying to be thorough so Liz is as comfortable as possible.”
Gretchen starts to laugh. “Oh, Jack. A lesser man’s ego would be bruised, but I know you can take it. Don’t worry about it, I understand. Liz is the star, we’re just the guest players. Everything goes through her, I get it.”
“That’s a very concise way of putting it, yes. Her pleasure is of the utmost importance. It’s her night.”
“And here’s to making it an excellent night. See you on Friday, Jack.”
****
Fridays are always crazy at TGS, so she easily busies herself all day getting ready for that night’s show. It’s only after the show, at the after party when Gretchen arrives that she really starts to get nervous.
She hasn’t let go of Jack’s hand all night and barely touched her piece of birthday cake, a tell tale sign something’s off. She doesn’t mean to make Gretchen equally nervous, but she can’t stop staring at her, can’t stop thinking about how pretty she is, can’t stop imagining what it would be like to kiss her.
Gretchen sets out to retrieve three more glasses of champagne. Jack whispers to her, “Lemon, are you alright?”
She downs the rest of the bubbly in her glass, whispers back, “I keep picturing her naked. Is that weird?”
He lightly kisses her neck below her ear. “Based on the itinerary for the rest of the evening, I don’t think so.”
A light tingle runs up her spine and the bulge in Jack’s pants is starting to be noticeable. Gretchen’s walking back towards them, almost in slow motion. Her hips sway in the sexy, little black dress she’s wearing. The stage lights glisten off her gorgeous, long blond locks.
She catches Jack and Gretchen exchange a quick glance. Gretchen steps a little closer, hands her one of the glasses and says, “Liz, it’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”
Liz looks at the glass of champagne, chugs the whole thing in two quick gulps, squeezes Jack’s hand and states louder than she expected, “We need to ditch this lame ass party. Right now.”
****
Jack’s a bit surprised by Liz’s forwardness, but highly enjoying it. Still in the limo, she keeps rubbing her hand on his leg while looking Gretchen up and down.
Stuck at another traffic light, the driver apologizes for the lengthy ride. Maybe it’s the numerous glasses of champagne, maybe she’s worried they’ll never make it back to the apartment. But something gives Liz the gumption to slide across the seat, cup the side of Gretchen’s face and kiss her.
Quickly pulling back, she stammers nervously, “I’m sorry. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Gretchen smiles warmly at her, replies, “Don’t apologize. That was a good start. Just do whatever feels right.” Then she leans in, lightly brushes her lips over Liz’s before parting them fully.
Liz responds positively, touching Gretchen’s stomach and deepening the kiss. The sight of Liz moving her tongue into Gretchen’s mouth is so sexy a quiet moan escapes from his lips.
He frantically lowers his window, trying to figure out where the hell they are and why they’re still not moving. He realizes they’re very close to home, asks tersely, “We’re two blocks away. Should we just walk?”
They quickly exit behind him, meander through the gridlock to the sidewalk. He takes one of Liz’s hands, Gretchen takes the other and they’re off. The heels of the two beautiful women next to him clip-pity clop against the cement at a hurried pace. The night’s only begun and he already feels like a teenage boy, ready to come at any second.
****
She purposefully slows things down once they arrive in the bedroom, wanting to savor it all; almost forcing herself to remember every kiss, every touch through the haze of the champagne.
Gretchen slowly unzips her dress and helps her out of it, then follows suit until they’re both disrobed down to their underwear. Just as she starts to wonder where Jack is, the lights in the room dim and candles are lit. He quietly joins them, coming up behind her and unhooking her bra as she and Gretchen are kissing. She presses back against his chest, happy to find him in a similar state of undress. She reaches down to his hands on her hips and moves them up to her chest. His mouth travels over her neck and shoulders while he caresses her breasts. She just keeps doing what Gretchen told her to do, whatever feels right.
The next thing that feels right is to take Gretchen’s hands and slip her fingers in the tiny waistband of the sexy black panties Liz bought just for the occasion. Gretchen takes the hint and slowly steps backward to the edge of the bed, sliding Liz’s underwear all the way down.
Liz can feel her heart racing and she’s still nervous as hell, but she lies down on the bed and lets Gretchen settle between her legs.
****
Liz leads him to the bed with her. His mouth roams Liz’s upper half freely as Gretchen’s mouth explores the lower half. Never in a million years did he ever think he’d witness another woman going down on his wife. It’s even hotter than in his wildest dreams.
And based on Liz’s reaction, he might even get some pointers from Gretchen later on. Maybe share a couple beers while they discuss the finite details of cunnilingus. Clearly his lesbian friend could teach him some things.
After Liz’s first intense climax, her breathing slows enough to pant out, “Take off your boxers, Jack.”
He quickly obliges and returns to her side. Gretchen continues working her magic while he and Liz kiss and touch each other. Her hand wraps around his rock hard erection and he moans into her mouth.
Before she comes again, Liz sits up on the bed and gently pulls Gretchen up next to her. She meets his gaze and he can read the burning passion in her eyes. In a flash he retrieves a condom and fills the void between Liz’s legs left behind by Gretchen’s departure.
He grips Liz’s legs under her knees and moans her name when he sinks inside her. He starts to move, watching Gretchen kiss his wife while Liz removes Gretchen’s bra and fondles her breasts. When Gretchen moves her fingers down to Liz’s clit, she starts to gasp and cry out, and her muscles immediately spasm around his cock. He actually has to close his eyes to keep from coming, the sights and sensations so intense.
Somehow he holds on and doesn’t come, actually able to relax a little after. He wipes the sweat off his forehead, breaths deeply and slowly, taking it all in. Liz looks up at him and runs her nails up his chest. He smiles, incredibly aroused and proud at the same time.
She winks at him and whispers something to Gretchen. “Are you sure?” Gretchen questions her.
Liz assures her with a nod of her head and Gretchen moves to the other end of the bed. Liz rises to her knees and kisses him hungrily before slowly crawling over to Gretchen.
Liz’s hands run up Gretchen’s long legs, settling high on the inside of her thighs and she kisses the outside of her sex. Before continuing she looks back at him, says, “Jack, keep going. Don’t stop.”
His eyes get unbelievably big, his dick throbbing at her suggestion. “Really?”
“Yeah, come here.”
He quickly moves up behind her and sinks back inside her warmth. “Oh, fuck,” he groans when he starts to move his hips. “Fuck!”
Liz stays on her hands and knees at first, letting him find a rhythm before she begins. Then she leans further down, her ass in his hands, angled high in the air, and her mouth between Gretchen’s legs.
Liz proceeds slowly, running her tongue over Gretchen’s wide open sex. She may be tentative but appears quite skilled. Combining her tongue and fingers, Liz quickly has Gretchen reaching wildly for the sheets, for anything to grip onto as the wonderful tension builds and builds.
After Gretchen comes, Liz turns around and has the tiniest little smile on her face, silently showing how pleased she is with herself. She runs her slick fingers over his neck and kisses him fully on the mouth, apparently not disgusted by the prospect of him tasting Gretchen on her lips and tongue.
Pulling back, she turns to Gretchen, still lying next to them very much out of breath. Liz kisses her several more times before asking quietly, “Is it alright if we end this with just me and Jack?”
Gretchen rests on her elbows, glances at both of them before answering Liz’s question. “Yeah, of course. It’s your night. I-I-Wow, I can’t believe how much you were into this, Liz. I’m really impressed.”
Liz blushes, replies, “That means a lot. Thank you.”
****
Gretchen isn’t sure if she should leave right away, but it feels strange to stay in bed with them when Liz and Jack start making love again.
She decides to gather her clothes and excuse herself to the restroom. When she opens the bathroom door, she can’t take her eyes off of them. Liz’s back is against the headboard, her legs and arms wrapped around Jack. His hands press into the wall as his hips powerfully thrust faster and faster. Almost in one smooth motion, they move together, completely in sync with each other. They even come together, it’s amazing. Their intense love obvious.
She quietly leaves them alone and heads downstairs to find the rest of her things. Jack startles her, scaring the crap out of her while she’s putting her shoes on.
“Thomas, wait! You don’t have to go.” Jack quickly ties the bathrobe he obviously just threw on and tries to smooth down his hair. “You can sleep in the guest room.”
“No, that’s alright. I’m gonna head home. You two should be alone.”
Jack pauses before cautiously sitting down next to her on the couch. “Gretchen, is everything alright? I don’t want things to be uncomfortable between us. We’ve been friends for too long.”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m okay.”
“Did you...not enjoy the evening?”
She shakes her head again, remembering how intuitive Jack can be. “No, I did very much. It was great. Thank you.”
“Thomas, what’s wrong?”
She really doesn’t know how to answer him.
He stands up and continues, “Do you want a glass of water or something? Come on, let’s go into the kitchen.”
She grabs her coat off the couch and puts it on, looks at Jack and sighs quietly. “Tell you what, Jack. Buy me a drink sometime and I’ll tell you all about my pathetic lesbian love life.”
“Okay,” he laughs a little uncomfortably. “You sure you’re alright?”
“Jack...I’m really happy for you. For you and Liz. She really loves you. And you’re head over heels for her, I can tell. If I end up with someone even half as great, I’ll be thrilled.”
Jack puts his hands on her shoulders, looks her dead in the eye. “Gretchen, you’re wonderful. And remember, Liz and I didn’t get together until I was 50. You’re a lot younger than that, my dear. There’s still plenty of time to have what Liz and I have.”
“Minus the penis, of course.”
“Oh, Thomas,” he laughs and hugs her. “Are you sure you won’t stay?”
“No. Thanks, though.” She turns towards the door.
“My car’s downstairs, please don’t take a disgusting cab at this hour.”
“Ha! Okay, that I will say yes to.”
Jack hugs her one more time, a little tighter, a little longer. “Thank you, Thomas. Thank you for helping make Liz’s night so special.”
“I’m flattered you guys invited me.”
“Liz didn’t even consider doing this with anyone else.”
“Say goodnight to her for me.”
“I’m going to hold you to that drink offer, Thomas. How about next week?”
“Sounds like a plan. Goodnight, Jack.”
****
He finds Liz upstairs in the shower and happily joins her. She immediately wraps her arms around him in a giant hug.
“Thank you, Jack. Thank you for making my birthday wish come true.”
He kisses her forehead as the water slashes against them. “You’re welcome. I’m really proud of you.”
She smiles up at him. “I was so nervous, but it was even better than I hoped it would be.”
“Yes, it was amazing. Thomas really enjoyed it as well.”
“She didn’t want to stay?”
“I offered, but she said no. We’re going to do something next week, hopefully.”
“That’s nice,” Liz replies. Resting her head on his shoulder, she starts to laugh, says, “Hey, you know what’s really crazy?”
“What’s that?”
“None of this would’ve happened without that crazy freaking Puerto Rican.”
He pulls away, laughs, “What?”
“Elisa. If she hadn’t kissed me, I never would have even considered doing this. The whacko turned out to actually be good for something, huh?”
Jack smiles at her wonderful delight, thinks about how lucky he his. “I guess so,” he replies, bringing his lips down to hers.
TBC
Next part, Meet & Greet, here...
Author:
grenyarnia
Challenge:
lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz (plus Gretchen)
Genre: het and slash
Table: C
Prompt: #27, Threesome
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5050
Spoilers: through 'The Ones'
Summary: Liz is turning 40. Jack and Gretchen help make the transition a little easier.
Warning: Contains slash!! Not just het like all my other pieces, so don't read if that's offensive to you!
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
The memory of Elisa passionately kissing Liz hadn’t crossed her mind in years. Three years to be exact. Right on the verge of her 40th birthday. A milestone she would much prefer to let pass completely unacknowledged.
Jack had other ideas, though. He wanted to throw her a birthday party.
A big party. A lavishly expensive, grand celebration bigger than most wedding receptions. Certainly bigger than their own wedding, a small intimate affair in Hawaii a year prior.
A guest list a mile long, cases and cases of the best champagne, a live band - he envisioned something the envy of every “Page Six” reader.
His head in her lap as they watch TV on the couch, she runs her fingers through his hair lackadaisically, asks, “Why would you want to waste money on something like that, Jack?"
He moves to his back, looks up at her. “It's not a question of money, my love. It's a celebration of you being forty and fabulous."
"Oh, shut up," she laughs. "You just want to rub it in that I'm old. What's your equation, 50 for a man is 32 for a lady? So I'll be man...58? Why should I celebrate that?"
He grins at her ridiculousness and pushes her t-shirt up; slyly staring at, then cupping her breasts underneath.
"This is not the body of a 58 year old, Lemon."
She rolls her eyes and shoos his hand away.
He sits up next to her, wipes the smirk off his face. "Liz, I'm not going to plan a big party if that's really not what you want. But I think it would be fun."
“Honestly, the more I think about it, the more depressing it is. Just get me a birthday cake, cook me a nice dinner. That’s all I want.”
He lovingly tucks her hair behind her ear, leans in to softly kiss her on the lips. “Okay. You name it and I’ll make it. Anything you want, Lemon.”
“What I want is to stop talking about turning 40.” She slides her hand behind his neck and pulls him down into a deep kiss.
Finally releasing her grip, she whispers, “Let’s go upstairs.”
Yes, she’s blatantly using sex to avoid talking about her advancing age.
Whatever, Jack wouldn’t mind.
****
Back to watching TV, but now in their bed, naked and spooning, she can’t stop thinking about her upcoming birthday.
“Hey, Jack? Did you have a big party for your 40th?”
“I did not.”
“Really? What’d you do then?”
There’s a noticeable pause. “Um, I - I just celebrated with a couple people from work.”
She rolls over to see his face. “What’s with the covertness?”
He reaches for the remote. “Hey, can we watch something else? You know I hate Maddow.”
She grabs the remote and throws it out of his reach. “Wow, this must be good. Spill it, Jackie Boy. What’d you do on your 40th birthday?”
“Fine,” he sighs. “You really want to know? I had a three way with two women I worked with. Happy now?”
“Shut up!” she yells, pushing her hands into his chest.
“I’m serious, Lemon,” he laughs. “You wanted to know!”
“Well, I can’t say I’m really surprised. But you’ve never been secretive about your sexual exploits. What, are you embarrassed you were so old when you had your first three way?” she chuckles.
“I never said it was my first.”
“Of course, it wasn’t,” she deadpans. “Seriously though, why didn’t you want to tell me?”
His gaze drifts again. She immediately lifts his chin up, making him look her in the eye. He remains silent.
Frustrated, she sits up in bed, covers herself with the sheet. “Jack, what’s your deal? Why are you being so secretive?”
He reaches for her hand, looks up at her with his best puppy dog eyes. “I’m not trying to be secretive. I don’t want to make things awkward for you, okay? One of the women is someone you know. Someone we’re friends with. But it was years -”
“Whoa, wait,” she stops him. She needs a minute to digest this.
Okay, realistically, she probably knows hundreds of women Jack’s slept with. His promiscuous past is something she could do without, but it’s just that, his past. Not his present, not who he was now - her best friend and husband. But he slept with one of her - one of their friends?
“Who was it, Jack? Just tell me.”
“It was Thomas.”
Liz goes from worried to shocked in milliseconds, then breaks into hysterical laughter. “What?! You’re such a liar! Gretchen’s gay!”
Jack lunges across the bed for the remote. “Whatever, Lemon. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“It’s impossible! Gretchen doesn’t have sex with dudes.”
Overly annoyed, he ignores her, angrily flips through the channels for something else to watch.
“Wait...you didn’t turn Gretchen gay, did you?” she giggles.
The pissed off glare on his face just amuses her further. But it doesn’t take him long to crack, and he starts to laugh with her. He pulls her back over next to him; she happily returns to his arms.
“This is why I didn’t want to tell you, Lemon.”
“For real, though? You had sex with Gretchen?”
“Not in the traditional sense, no.”
“I suppose it really doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago, but I’m glad you didn’t. So was this some big fantasy you set up for your birthday?”
“No, it happened on the spur of the moment.”
“How exactly does a three way happen on the spur of the moment?” she laughs.
“It did, okay! It wasn’t planned.”
He pulls all the covers back up and they burrow together underneath as he continues.
“I was working in Fairfield. In plastics, with Thomas. We went out with a bunch of people from work to have some drinks for my birthday. The two of us got pretty drunk...and somehow I ended up betting her $500 that I could pick up a woman to take home faster than she could. Well, we ended up picking the same woman.”
“I don’t get it.”
“The head of Plastics, our boss, had recently hired a new secretary. A real feisty, little redhead named Jill. We’d been flirting for weeks. And I mean really flirting. Trust me, it was only a matter of time before -”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. The Donaghy charm was irresistible, blah, blah, blah,” Liz mocks him. “So how does Gretchen figure into this?”
“Well, I didn’t know it until that night, but Jill had been flirting with Gretchen, too.” He laughs remembering it all. “Gretchen was floored. She was completely convinced Jill was gay. So she asked Jill point blank if she was gay or straight. Jill said she was bisexual. Gretchen didn’t believe her, told her to prove it. And before I knew it, all three of us were in a cab heading back to my place.”
“So I take it Jill really was bisexual.”
“Well, she certainly was that night!” he gloats.
She wraps Jack’s arm tightly around her waist, replies softly, almost in awe, “Wow, a three way. That’s quite a way to celebrate your 40th birthday.”
He nuzzles his face deeper against her neck, whispers back, “Have you ever thought about being with another woman, Lemon?”
She’s quiet for a moment, probably making Jack assume she’s grossed out by his question, but then she admits, “I did kiss a woman once. I kind of liked it.”
Now Jack freaks out, bellows, “Get out! When?!”
Liz covers her face in embarrassment, burying it in the pillows.
He tries to pull the pillow away, starts to tickle under her arms. “Liz Lemon! You kinky little devil. Who did you kiss?! When?!”
She unmasks her face momentarily, only to hide it again against his chest.
“I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” she sighs. “It was Elisa.”
Somehow, he’s even more shocked. “Elisa?!”
“Yeah, she gave me this crazy Puerto Rican goodbye kiss or something. I totally wasn’t expecting it. But afterwards, I thought about how I sort of liked it. It was pretty hot, actually.”
“Wow,” he gasps in amazement.
Liz finds the remote and turns off the TV. “Okay, enough weird sex talk. It’s late.”
She cuddles next to him, he wraps his arm around her shoulder as he stares up at the ceiling. Moments later, he can’t resist teasing her further.
“How am I supposed to sleep now, Lemon? All I can think about is you making out with another woman. Are you sure you don’t want me to set up a three way for your birthday?”
She half-heartedly punches him in the gut. “Oh, shut up, you big perv. Go to sleep.”
****
The next morning when the alarm clock goes off, Liz jumps nearly a mile in the air. She falls back onto the pillows, breathing rapidly.
“Liz, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Jack asks.
She turns away from him, replies faintly, “Nothing, I’m fine. I was having a...a really weird dream.”
He moves up behind her, still genuinely concerned. “What was it? Something bad?”
When he gently touches her back, she squirms away; a second later, spinning back towards him and smashing his mouth against hers into a raunchy kiss, then tells him, “I was dreaming about you fucking me.”
He groans out her name, flips her over onto her back for an even filthier kiss.
She pulls back, her hungry eyes burning into his. “It wasn’t just us. Gretchen was with us, too.”
He swallows hard, stunned speechless for several moments. “Really?”
“You were fucking me and Gretchen was...touching me, and kissing me.”
Their mouths crash together. Conveniently, they never bothered putting on pajamas the night before, so their hands can immediately roam over each other’s still naked bodies.
One of Jack’s hands slips between her legs, breeching her outer sex and finding her absolutely soaking wet.
“Jesus, Lemon. I guess it was a good dream.”
Her fingers slide up the length of his cock. “It was amazing,” she whispers, dragging her tongue over his lips.
“Oh, God,” he groans loudly, then frantically dives over to the night stand.
He’s never put on a condom so fast in his entire life.
****
Turns out, there’s nothing worse than choking on boiling hot coffee. Burning liquid shooting back up into your nostrils isn’t great.
Liz jumps up from her chair, grabs a handful of napkins. “Oh, crap. Are you okay? I’m so sorry, Jack.”
He coughs over and over, struggles for air while coffee drips out of his nose. Liz races over to get him a cold glass of water. Finally able to take a sip, he keeps the water in his mouth, soaking the roof of his mouth and scalded tongue. He wipes his face one more time, looks up at her with red, watery eyes.
“I’m so, so, so, so sorry, Jack.”
He swallows some more water very gingerly. “You, um, surprised me. Did you really ask me what I think you asked me?”
She keeps grimacing, balls her hands up in front of her face. “I did. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would be that shocking.”
He grabs another napkin, wipes his tearing eyes. “You’re serious? You want me to call Gretchen?”
“No, no. Don’t worry about it. Forget I mentioned it.”
He moves her hands down, away from her face, rests his hand on top of hers on the table. “Lemon, I don’t want to forget about it.”
He takes one more sip of water, grins curiously at her. “You really want me to ask her?”
She looks terrified but sincere. “If you don’t mind. There’s no way I’d be able to do it.”
He smiles fully, the alluring potential of her request making his pain melt away. “Never a dull moment with you, is there, Mrs. Donaghy?”
****
To say he’s surprised by Liz’s request would be an understatement.
Yes, Liz had come a long way during their three years together. She’d certainly spread her wings and flew, to put a sexual spin on an old analogy. But actually wanting to be with another woman, to have a threesome? He can’t help but worry she might end up flying a little too close to the sun.
Of course, nothing was finalized. He hasn’t even asked Gretchen yet if she would consider joining them in the bedroom. And Liz could always change her mind. He’s unbelievably impressed by her merely asking him to set it up. Just the thought of it, the whiff of the possibility that it could actually happen is so arousing.
Jack hits the intercom button on his phone, asks, “Jonathan, could you get me Gretchen Thomas on the phone, please?”
A few minutes later, Jonathan has her on the line. Jack picks up the phone, knowing the conversation will likely not be ‘speaker phone appropriate.’
“Thomas! How are you?”
It’s been awhile since they’ve spoken so they catch up briefly on work, life, etc. As soon as Gretchen asks how Liz is doing, he utilizes the opportunity to explore the subject further.
“Funny you should ask. Liz is actually the reason I’m calling. She’s, um, turning 40 in a couple weeks...and I’m planning a little celebration. We were hoping you might be able to join us.”
“Of course! When’s the party? I hope I can make it,” Gretchen replies.
“It’s next Friday. But listen, it’s not going to be a big party.”
Jack pauses, smiling more and more. “Hey, Thomas...do you remember when we got really drunk on my 40th?”
****
The next week and a half is nothing but crazy anticipation. Every time either of them even brings it up, they’re practically ripping each other’s clothes off. At home, work, the movie theater - it didn’t matter.
A few days before, fresh from discussing when and where Gretchen was going to meet them Friday night, she’s writhing in his arms on the marble countertop in their master bathroom. Afterwards, as they’re changing into pajamas, he knows they have to talk seriously about things.
“Lemon, we need to talk about this. I don’t want anybody to get hurt here. Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” She nods, albeit a little tentatively. “Then we need to discuss some things, set some ground rules, okay?”
They head to the kitchen, finally sitting down and calmly talking in detail about the impending big event.
****
It’s the first time they openly discuss it but it’s not the first time she’s thought about it. Short of just blurting out, “Jack, you can’t have sex with Gretchen!” she had no idea how to bring the topic up. Thankfully, Jack knows her as well as he does. Better than she knows herself sometimes. He knows they need to get specific about things to make her more comfortable.
So right off the bat, she tells him, “Jack, I only want you to have sex with me.”
Without any hesitation, he answers right away, completely putting her at ease. “Good, I have no desire to have sex with Gretchen and I can assure you she has no desire to have sex with me. I don’t want to sleep with anyone else, you know that.”
She grabs another slice of pizza out of the box and takes a huge bite, mumbling with her mouth full but Jack can tell exactly what she’s saying. “Really? What about the geologist in the snow cave?”
He cackles loudly. “Lemon, Lemon, Lemon. You don’t forget anything do you?”
“Nope,” Liz laughs back. She picks off a piece of sausage from the pizza and tosses it towards him. He expertly, effortlessly catches it in his mouth, smiling at her all the while. He’s so freaking adorable sometimes. Most of the time actually.
So in the strangest, most straightforward way they discuss the rest of the details of the threesome over pizza. Jack’s so organized, so efficient about it all, it’s comical. A true businessman at heart.
Somehow she never, ever expected to say to him, “No, I don’t really want you to kiss her on the mouth or go down on her either. Is that too restricting?” Then the slightest of pauses, followed by, “Hey, do we have any root beer left?”
If she had any lingering doubts about the openness of their relationship, they were officially erased after this conversation.
****
The next day, he calls Gretchen one last time to finalize details and assess her comfort level. Again, in the most businesslike, practical way, he summarizes the ground rules Liz laid out the night prior. Touching was allowed and essentially encouraged. Kissing was fine, with the caveat that he and Gretchen not kiss on the mouth. Liz could give and receive oral sex from all parties; they could only give and receive from Liz, not each other.
“Jack, I hate to burst your bubble, but I don’t want to do anything with you or your penis,” Gretchen states after he finally finishes.
“Well, thank you very much for clarifying that, Thomas. I’m simply trying to be thorough so Liz is as comfortable as possible.”
Gretchen starts to laugh. “Oh, Jack. A lesser man’s ego would be bruised, but I know you can take it. Don’t worry about it, I understand. Liz is the star, we’re just the guest players. Everything goes through her, I get it.”
“That’s a very concise way of putting it, yes. Her pleasure is of the utmost importance. It’s her night.”
“And here’s to making it an excellent night. See you on Friday, Jack.”
****
Fridays are always crazy at TGS, so she easily busies herself all day getting ready for that night’s show. It’s only after the show, at the after party when Gretchen arrives that she really starts to get nervous.
She hasn’t let go of Jack’s hand all night and barely touched her piece of birthday cake, a tell tale sign something’s off. She doesn’t mean to make Gretchen equally nervous, but she can’t stop staring at her, can’t stop thinking about how pretty she is, can’t stop imagining what it would be like to kiss her.
Gretchen sets out to retrieve three more glasses of champagne. Jack whispers to her, “Lemon, are you alright?”
She downs the rest of the bubbly in her glass, whispers back, “I keep picturing her naked. Is that weird?”
He lightly kisses her neck below her ear. “Based on the itinerary for the rest of the evening, I don’t think so.”
A light tingle runs up her spine and the bulge in Jack’s pants is starting to be noticeable. Gretchen’s walking back towards them, almost in slow motion. Her hips sway in the sexy, little black dress she’s wearing. The stage lights glisten off her gorgeous, long blond locks.
She catches Jack and Gretchen exchange a quick glance. Gretchen steps a little closer, hands her one of the glasses and says, “Liz, it’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”
Liz looks at the glass of champagne, chugs the whole thing in two quick gulps, squeezes Jack’s hand and states louder than she expected, “We need to ditch this lame ass party. Right now.”
****
Jack’s a bit surprised by Liz’s forwardness, but highly enjoying it. Still in the limo, she keeps rubbing her hand on his leg while looking Gretchen up and down.
Stuck at another traffic light, the driver apologizes for the lengthy ride. Maybe it’s the numerous glasses of champagne, maybe she’s worried they’ll never make it back to the apartment. But something gives Liz the gumption to slide across the seat, cup the side of Gretchen’s face and kiss her.
Quickly pulling back, she stammers nervously, “I’m sorry. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Gretchen smiles warmly at her, replies, “Don’t apologize. That was a good start. Just do whatever feels right.” Then she leans in, lightly brushes her lips over Liz’s before parting them fully.
Liz responds positively, touching Gretchen’s stomach and deepening the kiss. The sight of Liz moving her tongue into Gretchen’s mouth is so sexy a quiet moan escapes from his lips.
He frantically lowers his window, trying to figure out where the hell they are and why they’re still not moving. He realizes they’re very close to home, asks tersely, “We’re two blocks away. Should we just walk?”
They quickly exit behind him, meander through the gridlock to the sidewalk. He takes one of Liz’s hands, Gretchen takes the other and they’re off. The heels of the two beautiful women next to him clip-pity clop against the cement at a hurried pace. The night’s only begun and he already feels like a teenage boy, ready to come at any second.
****
She purposefully slows things down once they arrive in the bedroom, wanting to savor it all; almost forcing herself to remember every kiss, every touch through the haze of the champagne.
Gretchen slowly unzips her dress and helps her out of it, then follows suit until they’re both disrobed down to their underwear. Just as she starts to wonder where Jack is, the lights in the room dim and candles are lit. He quietly joins them, coming up behind her and unhooking her bra as she and Gretchen are kissing. She presses back against his chest, happy to find him in a similar state of undress. She reaches down to his hands on her hips and moves them up to her chest. His mouth travels over her neck and shoulders while he caresses her breasts. She just keeps doing what Gretchen told her to do, whatever feels right.
The next thing that feels right is to take Gretchen’s hands and slip her fingers in the tiny waistband of the sexy black panties Liz bought just for the occasion. Gretchen takes the hint and slowly steps backward to the edge of the bed, sliding Liz’s underwear all the way down.
Liz can feel her heart racing and she’s still nervous as hell, but she lies down on the bed and lets Gretchen settle between her legs.
****
Liz leads him to the bed with her. His mouth roams Liz’s upper half freely as Gretchen’s mouth explores the lower half. Never in a million years did he ever think he’d witness another woman going down on his wife. It’s even hotter than in his wildest dreams.
And based on Liz’s reaction, he might even get some pointers from Gretchen later on. Maybe share a couple beers while they discuss the finite details of cunnilingus. Clearly his lesbian friend could teach him some things.
After Liz’s first intense climax, her breathing slows enough to pant out, “Take off your boxers, Jack.”
He quickly obliges and returns to her side. Gretchen continues working her magic while he and Liz kiss and touch each other. Her hand wraps around his rock hard erection and he moans into her mouth.
Before she comes again, Liz sits up on the bed and gently pulls Gretchen up next to her. She meets his gaze and he can read the burning passion in her eyes. In a flash he retrieves a condom and fills the void between Liz’s legs left behind by Gretchen’s departure.
He grips Liz’s legs under her knees and moans her name when he sinks inside her. He starts to move, watching Gretchen kiss his wife while Liz removes Gretchen’s bra and fondles her breasts. When Gretchen moves her fingers down to Liz’s clit, she starts to gasp and cry out, and her muscles immediately spasm around his cock. He actually has to close his eyes to keep from coming, the sights and sensations so intense.
Somehow he holds on and doesn’t come, actually able to relax a little after. He wipes the sweat off his forehead, breaths deeply and slowly, taking it all in. Liz looks up at him and runs her nails up his chest. He smiles, incredibly aroused and proud at the same time.
She winks at him and whispers something to Gretchen. “Are you sure?” Gretchen questions her.
Liz assures her with a nod of her head and Gretchen moves to the other end of the bed. Liz rises to her knees and kisses him hungrily before slowly crawling over to Gretchen.
Liz’s hands run up Gretchen’s long legs, settling high on the inside of her thighs and she kisses the outside of her sex. Before continuing she looks back at him, says, “Jack, keep going. Don’t stop.”
His eyes get unbelievably big, his dick throbbing at her suggestion. “Really?”
“Yeah, come here.”
He quickly moves up behind her and sinks back inside her warmth. “Oh, fuck,” he groans when he starts to move his hips. “Fuck!”
Liz stays on her hands and knees at first, letting him find a rhythm before she begins. Then she leans further down, her ass in his hands, angled high in the air, and her mouth between Gretchen’s legs.
Liz proceeds slowly, running her tongue over Gretchen’s wide open sex. She may be tentative but appears quite skilled. Combining her tongue and fingers, Liz quickly has Gretchen reaching wildly for the sheets, for anything to grip onto as the wonderful tension builds and builds.
After Gretchen comes, Liz turns around and has the tiniest little smile on her face, silently showing how pleased she is with herself. She runs her slick fingers over his neck and kisses him fully on the mouth, apparently not disgusted by the prospect of him tasting Gretchen on her lips and tongue.
Pulling back, she turns to Gretchen, still lying next to them very much out of breath. Liz kisses her several more times before asking quietly, “Is it alright if we end this with just me and Jack?”
Gretchen rests on her elbows, glances at both of them before answering Liz’s question. “Yeah, of course. It’s your night. I-I-Wow, I can’t believe how much you were into this, Liz. I’m really impressed.”
Liz blushes, replies, “That means a lot. Thank you.”
****
Gretchen isn’t sure if she should leave right away, but it feels strange to stay in bed with them when Liz and Jack start making love again.
She decides to gather her clothes and excuse herself to the restroom. When she opens the bathroom door, she can’t take her eyes off of them. Liz’s back is against the headboard, her legs and arms wrapped around Jack. His hands press into the wall as his hips powerfully thrust faster and faster. Almost in one smooth motion, they move together, completely in sync with each other. They even come together, it’s amazing. Their intense love obvious.
She quietly leaves them alone and heads downstairs to find the rest of her things. Jack startles her, scaring the crap out of her while she’s putting her shoes on.
“Thomas, wait! You don’t have to go.” Jack quickly ties the bathrobe he obviously just threw on and tries to smooth down his hair. “You can sleep in the guest room.”
“No, that’s alright. I’m gonna head home. You two should be alone.”
Jack pauses before cautiously sitting down next to her on the couch. “Gretchen, is everything alright? I don’t want things to be uncomfortable between us. We’ve been friends for too long.”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m okay.”
“Did you...not enjoy the evening?”
She shakes her head again, remembering how intuitive Jack can be. “No, I did very much. It was great. Thank you.”
“Thomas, what’s wrong?”
She really doesn’t know how to answer him.
He stands up and continues, “Do you want a glass of water or something? Come on, let’s go into the kitchen.”
She grabs her coat off the couch and puts it on, looks at Jack and sighs quietly. “Tell you what, Jack. Buy me a drink sometime and I’ll tell you all about my pathetic lesbian love life.”
“Okay,” he laughs a little uncomfortably. “You sure you’re alright?”
“Jack...I’m really happy for you. For you and Liz. She really loves you. And you’re head over heels for her, I can tell. If I end up with someone even half as great, I’ll be thrilled.”
Jack puts his hands on her shoulders, looks her dead in the eye. “Gretchen, you’re wonderful. And remember, Liz and I didn’t get together until I was 50. You’re a lot younger than that, my dear. There’s still plenty of time to have what Liz and I have.”
“Minus the penis, of course.”
“Oh, Thomas,” he laughs and hugs her. “Are you sure you won’t stay?”
“No. Thanks, though.” She turns towards the door.
“My car’s downstairs, please don’t take a disgusting cab at this hour.”
“Ha! Okay, that I will say yes to.”
Jack hugs her one more time, a little tighter, a little longer. “Thank you, Thomas. Thank you for helping make Liz’s night so special.”
“I’m flattered you guys invited me.”
“Liz didn’t even consider doing this with anyone else.”
“Say goodnight to her for me.”
“I’m going to hold you to that drink offer, Thomas. How about next week?”
“Sounds like a plan. Goodnight, Jack.”
****
He finds Liz upstairs in the shower and happily joins her. She immediately wraps her arms around him in a giant hug.
“Thank you, Jack. Thank you for making my birthday wish come true.”
He kisses her forehead as the water slashes against them. “You’re welcome. I’m really proud of you.”
She smiles up at him. “I was so nervous, but it was even better than I hoped it would be.”
“Yes, it was amazing. Thomas really enjoyed it as well.”
“She didn’t want to stay?”
“I offered, but she said no. We’re going to do something next week, hopefully.”
“That’s nice,” Liz replies. Resting her head on his shoulder, she starts to laugh, says, “Hey, you know what’s really crazy?”
“What’s that?”
“None of this would’ve happened without that crazy freaking Puerto Rican.”
He pulls away, laughs, “What?”
“Elisa. If she hadn’t kissed me, I never would have even considered doing this. The whacko turned out to actually be good for something, huh?”
Jack smiles at her wonderful delight, thinks about how lucky he his. “I guess so,” he replies, bringing his lips down to hers.
TBC
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