Both Hands, Jack/Liz, #7, Hands
Going to tease you further. No foursome just yet. But this is pretty smutty in it's own right. ;)
Title: Both Hands
Author: grenyarnia
Challenge: lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz (Gretchen)
Genre: het and slash
Table: C
Prompt: #7, Hands
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2700
Summary: Vegas Vacay - We have lift off. Continuation of Three's Company and Meet & Greet.
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue. Title by Ani DiFranco.
It seemed as though they were all meant to go on this vacation together. Erin had no trouble getting coverage at work. The movers came right on time Thursday morning, quickly moving Erin’s things into Gretchen’s place without destroying anything or adding any last minute charges to the bill. And Jack worked some of his corporate guru magic to get them two first class tickets (right behind him and Liz nonetheless) for the price of coach.
“Jack, thank you so much,” she says when he calls to tell her. “Are you sure we can’t pay for part of the room?”
“Absolutely not,” is his immediate reply.
“There has to be something we can do.”
“You know what I want, Thomas? Well, two things, actually. One of the nights we’re there, you can buy me dinner. I want a really nice steak. Something decadent that my cardiologist will berate me to no end for eating.”
“Jack, I don’t want to contribute to an unhealthy lifestyle choice.”
“Damn it, Thomas. Every couple of months, I deserve a little indulgence.”
“Fine. If Liz says it’s okay, I’ll buy you whatever steak you want.”
“Do you want to call my mother first to make sure it’s alright with her?” he whines further.
“Oh, stop it. Like anyone could ever deny Jack Donaghy anything anyways.”
“Now, you’re speaking sensibly, Thomas."
“Okay, what’s the second thing?” she laughs.
“I’m extremely overdue for a manicure and pedicure. They have a wonderful spa service at the Bellagio.”
“I thought I was the gay one in this friendship.”
“There’s nothing gay about maintaining an impeccable personal facade.”
She can picture the cocky smile on his face on the other end of the phone. “Whatever you think you need, Jack, Erin and I will happily provide.”
“Tomorrow morning, Thomas. We’ll see you then.”
“We’ll be ready. Thanks again, Jack.”
****
Jack requests the same villa they stayed at the previous time they visited the Bellagio. It’s everything she remembered, every bit as extravagant as before. Erin and Gretchen are floored by the place, just as she was the first time they came.
It’s fun to share something so nice with friends.
The four of them relax the afternoon away around their private pool, talking, eating, drinking a little, too. Gretchen and Erin insist on splurging on in-room manicures, pedicures and massages for everyone.
“It was Jack’s idea,” Gretchen tells her.
“God, he’s so high maintenance,” she replies.
Warm and sunny late into the day, they eat dinner outside. A lavish spread from room service, of course. Jack spares no expense when it comes to vacations.
Erin asks again if she and Gretchen can chip in for the room.
“Liz and I so rarely get to go on vacation. I want nothing but perfection when we do. Your company is more than enough payment, dear.”
After dinner they stroll the casino floor. Jack teaches Erin how to play craps. Liz and Gretchen make a few bucks at the blackjack tables.
Up $500, Erin happily quits while she's ahead.
“Hey, we should go out and see the fountains,” Liz suggests.
****
At the conclusion of the water show in front of the Bellagio, Liz turns to Jack, says with the slightest hint of a smile, "I'm pretty tired. I'm think I'm gonna go back, okay?"
Jack happily agrees to go with her so the pairs go their separate ways; she and Erin down to the Mirage to see the volcano, Jack and Liz back up to the private villa.
"Have fun, ladies," Jack bids them adieu, slyly winking at her as he goes.
Erin takes off down the boulevard at a brisk, New York pace. She reaches out to tug on her shirt. "Slow down. It's a beautiful night. Let's take our time."
Erin stops and spins around, the light breeze rustling her adorable curls, her smile radiating contentment. "You're right. We're on vacation. No need to hurry."
She loops her arm through Gretchen's and they proceed slowly without a care in the world, adding later, "Besides, I think Jack and Liz want some time alone."
"You caught that wink from Jack, too?"
"Jack? No, Liz was the one who winked."
She stops walking, looks over at Erin. "They both winked?"
Erin starts to laugh. "Wow, I think we should really take our time, then."
****
Well over an hour later, they come back to the room. As they quietly walk past the master suite, they realize they should have taken even longer. Liz's cries of passion, Jack's low groans can be heard outside the door.
Erin catches her completely by surprise when she throws her hands around her waist, pins her up against the wall and smashes their mouths together.
She gasps, then holds her breath, eyeing the door she's afraid could open at any second. "Erin, what the hell?"
Erin shushes her, quiets her further by sliding her tongue into her mouth. When she finally pulls away, letting Gretchen take a desperately needed breath, she smirks and whispers, "God, listen to them going at it. It's so fucking hot."
It was hot, but it feels wrong to eavesdrop on their intimacy. So she grabs Erin's wrist roughly, says sternly, "Come on, let's go. They deserve privacy.”
“Gretch, wait. Where are we going? The bedroom’s that way.”
She drags Erin through the kitchen, to the back doors that open on the pool.
****
“Oh, God,” Jack moans over and over again. His head back, tossing and turning in the pillows, his eyes squeezed shut as Liz plays him like a fiddle.
She presses her hands firmly into his chest, watching him squirm while she moves up and down on his stiff erection. Tilting her hips just so, she makes shallow strokes on the tip of his cock, goes faster and faster, bringing him right to the edge and then stopping. Then slow, full strokes all the way up and down, pausing each time when she reaches the bottom, when he’s buried all the way inside her, to lightly clench her muscles around him. And just when his heavy breathing starts to level off, she quickens her pace even faster than before until he literally explodes insider her.
Immediately after he does, she purposefully leans forward, forcing him to slip out of her. She reaches back to put her hand on his spent cock. He shudders and groans when she does, especially so when she touches the tip of his penis, almost trembling from the extreme sensations. His teeth clenched, his hands clamped down on her thighs so hard his knuckles are white, he mutters obscenities between loud inhalations and exhalations through flared nostrils. He looks anguished but she continues unabashed, knowing full well he loves every second of it. After extensive foreplay and making love for ages, he deserves a proper finale.
Finally getting off of him, she freshens up and finds a bathrobe, then quietly exits to get a snack in the kitchen. After finding something to her liking, she closes the refrigerator door, her eye catching movement she could swear wasn’t there before.
“Oh, crap,” she exclaims when she sees Erin and Gretchen out in the pool. She jumps behind the curtains, hoping to God they didn’t see her. The last thing she wants is the two of them to think she’s some peeping tom watching them having sex.
But the image in her head, progressing in real time just a few paces away, makes her heart beat faster. She turns around, slides the fabric over just a smidgen to peek outside. Gretchen’s still sitting up on the edge of the pool, completely naked, holding onto Erin’s drenched locks while she goes down on her. The glass in the patio doors muffles most of the sound, but the way Gretchen’s body undulates, the look of ecstasy on her face leaves little to the imagination. Liz averts her eyes again, the guilt searing through her.
But then there’s a splash and loud giggles and her curiosity gets the better of her. When she looks back outside, Gretchen’s in the water with Erin, chasing her across the pool, finally grabbing her and pressing her up against the wall. There’s some really raunchy kissing and Gretchen’s hands blur under the water. Erin wraps her arms around Gretchen, hugging her as tight as she can. Whatever Gretchen’s hands are doing to Erin makes the younger woman bury her face in Gretchen’s neck. The intense, lustful noises spilling out of her very audible in Liz’s ears.
She can’t seem to tear herself away from the erotic scene in front of her, no matter how perverse it feels to watch them. The two lovers continue pleasuring each other, hands and mouths caressing and fondling each other everywhere. Losing all track of time, Liz has no idea how long she’s been spying on them. Later, when they get out of the pool, she makes a frantic break for it, flying back to the bedroom.
Jack’s asleep when she comes back, but the sudden opening and closing of the door, then her entirely graceless, frenzied re-entry into their bed wakes him up.
He opens his eyes, reaches out. “You okay?”
“I did something really bad,” she admits, her breathing quite heavy and laced with guilt.
He rouses further, rolls to his back and rubs his weary eyes. “I highly doubt that, Lemon. What happened?”
She keeps looking over at the door, almost expecting Gretchen and/or Erin to come barging in and accost her for her deviant behavior. She cowers under the covers, flush against Jack’s side. “No, it was bad. I feel horrible.”
“Lemon, what happened?” he repeats.
“Erin and Gretchen were out in the pool...doing stuff and I watched them.”
Jack lifts up the covers, laughs at her. “That’s it? God, you make it sound like you did something horrific, felonious even.”
“Shut up,” she barks, pulling the sheets back down over her.
He just keeps laughing and dives under the covers next to her. “Did they catch you watching them, Lemon?” he teases.
She rolls away from him. He grabs a hold of her, hugs her to his chest and doesn’t let go, no matter how much she squeals and tries to get away.
He rasps deeply into her ear. “You feel guilty because you enjoyed it. Am I right?”
She swallows hard but admits nothing.
“Watching two beautiful women pleasuring each other excited you, didn’t it?”
Her continued silence says more than her words ever could. His hand slips down between her legs, her arousal thoroughly coats his fingers immediately. She doesn’t pull away, instead reaches behind to touch his face. He kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, moves his fingers deeper between the folds of her sex.
When he speaks again, in a low, enticing whisper, he says, “That’s the way I felt when I watched you and Thomas together.”
She whimpers indecently in response, grinds against his hand. She doesn’t acknowledge his assumptions as correct, he doesn’t question her further. Just touches her the way that really gets her off, until she clenches down as hard as she can around his fingers plunging deep inside her. He keeps his thumb on her clit, pressing lightly on it, moving it in circles to draw out her climax as long as possible.
****
About 8:30 the next morning, the door to their room opens and out staggers Liz, shielding her eyes from the sunlight and yawning. She zigzags her way over to the couch where he’s watching the morning news and reading the paper. Wearing one of his t-shirts and little else, her little white cotton panties peak out underneath.
"Good morning.”
"Guh s'morning," she slurs back.
He exhales roughly when she collapses down on top of him, adjusting his position to accommodate the barely conscious, tiny frame now lying on his chest.
“Did you sleep okay?”
She nods against him, her eyes closed tightly. He kisses the top of her head and rubs her back. After a few minutes and several more huge yawns, she’s awake enough to open her eyes and tip her face up towards his. He tucks her hair behind her ears to see the captivating dark brown eyes in front of him.
“Are you hungry? Can I make you something to eat?”
Her face brightens at the mention of food. “That'd be awesome.”
He smiles, his eyes focusing in on her mouth. “How about a kiss for the cook first?”
She smiles back, lifts herself up, straddles her legs wide across his chest. A quick run of her tongue to wet her lips, and she slowly leans down to kiss him. He puts his hands on her bare thighs and deepens the kiss.
Liz shows no desire to stop the early morning fun they're having on the couch, only momentarily pulling her mouth away to take a quick breath. Her warm, soft lips reconnect with his and she slides her tongue into his mouth. There's another kiss and another and another. Nothing lust-crazed or hurried, just leisurely, languid kissing. A fantastic way to start his day.
He slips his hands down the back of her panties, gently caressing her ass, skin on skin.
She chuckles for a moment when he does. "Is this headed where I think it's headed?"
He smiles innocently. "Not necessarily. There was an offer of breakfast."
"I am pretty hungry. But this is nice, too."
She brings her lips back to his. Still not really sure if this is officially foreplay or not, he kisses her back. Because he enjoys kissing her, enjoys touching her. And why wouldn't he?
Soon his desire turns to other parts of her body. He keeps one hand on her behind, his other slides her t-shirt up on one side so he can cup her bare breast underneath. Her sensitive nipple hardens against his palm right away. His excellent sexual coordination allows him to keep kissing her, knead the tender flesh in his left hand and go further exploring with his right. He wraps his index finger underneath her ass, between her legs, and searches for the tiny opening of her sex. He wiggles his fingertip inside, ushering out the first hint of her arousal. She moans quietly into his mouth and instinctively presses her hips back against his hand, pushing his finger deeper inside.
Too busy enjoying themselves, neither of them hear the door to the other bedroom open, or any of the quiet footsteps coming down the hall, until there's a very surprised outburst. "Oh, shit! Sorry!"
They both sit up abruptly, Liz frantically yanks her t-shirt down. Jack sees the back of Erin's head as she flies around the corner, back down the hall.
Liz takes off towards their bedroom, muttering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the whole way.
He follows behind to make sure she's alright. "My hand was covering your breast and your underwear was still on, Lemon. She couldn't have seen much."
Liz throws open her suitcase, yanks out a pair of pajama pants and a bra. "Yeah, you're probably right but nobody needs to see you fingering me on the couch as soon as they wake up. It was Erin, too, wasn't it? Shit."
He stifles a laugh. "Yeah, too bad it wasn't Thomas. She's seen quite a bit more, huh?"
"Quite.” She quickly puts on the bra, throws her t-shirt over her head.
Jack walks up behind her, putting his hands on her waist. "You also saw quite a bit more of Thomas and Erin last night, right? Much more than a little digital stimulation, I imagine. Maybe it was just karma?"
"Sh'yeah," Liz scoffs. “Don’t remind me.” She turns around to face him, stares into his chest. "Whatever, there's nothing I can do about it now. Let's just forget about it.” She looks up at him, forces a smile. “Still wanna make me breakfast?"
He squeezes her behind with both hands, counters with a laugh, "Yup. Just need to wash my hands first."
TBC Part
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Title: Both Hands
Author: grenyarnia
Challenge: lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz (Gretchen)
Genre: het and slash
Table: C
Prompt: #7, Hands
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2700
Summary: Vegas Vacay - We have lift off. Continuation of Three's Company and Meet & Greet.
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue. Title by Ani DiFranco.
It seemed as though they were all meant to go on this vacation together. Erin had no trouble getting coverage at work. The movers came right on time Thursday morning, quickly moving Erin’s things into Gretchen’s place without destroying anything or adding any last minute charges to the bill. And Jack worked some of his corporate guru magic to get them two first class tickets (right behind him and Liz nonetheless) for the price of coach.
“Jack, thank you so much,” she says when he calls to tell her. “Are you sure we can’t pay for part of the room?”
“Absolutely not,” is his immediate reply.
“There has to be something we can do.”
“You know what I want, Thomas? Well, two things, actually. One of the nights we’re there, you can buy me dinner. I want a really nice steak. Something decadent that my cardiologist will berate me to no end for eating.”
“Jack, I don’t want to contribute to an unhealthy lifestyle choice.”
“Damn it, Thomas. Every couple of months, I deserve a little indulgence.”
“Fine. If Liz says it’s okay, I’ll buy you whatever steak you want.”
“Do you want to call my mother first to make sure it’s alright with her?” he whines further.
“Oh, stop it. Like anyone could ever deny Jack Donaghy anything anyways.”
“Now, you’re speaking sensibly, Thomas."
“Okay, what’s the second thing?” she laughs.
“I’m extremely overdue for a manicure and pedicure. They have a wonderful spa service at the Bellagio.”
“I thought I was the gay one in this friendship.”
“There’s nothing gay about maintaining an impeccable personal facade.”
She can picture the cocky smile on his face on the other end of the phone. “Whatever you think you need, Jack, Erin and I will happily provide.”
“Tomorrow morning, Thomas. We’ll see you then.”
“We’ll be ready. Thanks again, Jack.”
****
Jack requests the same villa they stayed at the previous time they visited the Bellagio. It’s everything she remembered, every bit as extravagant as before. Erin and Gretchen are floored by the place, just as she was the first time they came.
It’s fun to share something so nice with friends.
The four of them relax the afternoon away around their private pool, talking, eating, drinking a little, too. Gretchen and Erin insist on splurging on in-room manicures, pedicures and massages for everyone.
“It was Jack’s idea,” Gretchen tells her.
“God, he’s so high maintenance,” she replies.
Warm and sunny late into the day, they eat dinner outside. A lavish spread from room service, of course. Jack spares no expense when it comes to vacations.
Erin asks again if she and Gretchen can chip in for the room.
“Liz and I so rarely get to go on vacation. I want nothing but perfection when we do. Your company is more than enough payment, dear.”
After dinner they stroll the casino floor. Jack teaches Erin how to play craps. Liz and Gretchen make a few bucks at the blackjack tables.
Up $500, Erin happily quits while she's ahead.
“Hey, we should go out and see the fountains,” Liz suggests.
****
At the conclusion of the water show in front of the Bellagio, Liz turns to Jack, says with the slightest hint of a smile, "I'm pretty tired. I'm think I'm gonna go back, okay?"
Jack happily agrees to go with her so the pairs go their separate ways; she and Erin down to the Mirage to see the volcano, Jack and Liz back up to the private villa.
"Have fun, ladies," Jack bids them adieu, slyly winking at her as he goes.
Erin takes off down the boulevard at a brisk, New York pace. She reaches out to tug on her shirt. "Slow down. It's a beautiful night. Let's take our time."
Erin stops and spins around, the light breeze rustling her adorable curls, her smile radiating contentment. "You're right. We're on vacation. No need to hurry."
She loops her arm through Gretchen's and they proceed slowly without a care in the world, adding later, "Besides, I think Jack and Liz want some time alone."
"You caught that wink from Jack, too?"
"Jack? No, Liz was the one who winked."
She stops walking, looks over at Erin. "They both winked?"
Erin starts to laugh. "Wow, I think we should really take our time, then."
****
Well over an hour later, they come back to the room. As they quietly walk past the master suite, they realize they should have taken even longer. Liz's cries of passion, Jack's low groans can be heard outside the door.
Erin catches her completely by surprise when she throws her hands around her waist, pins her up against the wall and smashes their mouths together.
She gasps, then holds her breath, eyeing the door she's afraid could open at any second. "Erin, what the hell?"
Erin shushes her, quiets her further by sliding her tongue into her mouth. When she finally pulls away, letting Gretchen take a desperately needed breath, she smirks and whispers, "God, listen to them going at it. It's so fucking hot."
It was hot, but it feels wrong to eavesdrop on their intimacy. So she grabs Erin's wrist roughly, says sternly, "Come on, let's go. They deserve privacy.”
“Gretch, wait. Where are we going? The bedroom’s that way.”
She drags Erin through the kitchen, to the back doors that open on the pool.
****
“Oh, God,” Jack moans over and over again. His head back, tossing and turning in the pillows, his eyes squeezed shut as Liz plays him like a fiddle.
She presses her hands firmly into his chest, watching him squirm while she moves up and down on his stiff erection. Tilting her hips just so, she makes shallow strokes on the tip of his cock, goes faster and faster, bringing him right to the edge and then stopping. Then slow, full strokes all the way up and down, pausing each time when she reaches the bottom, when he’s buried all the way inside her, to lightly clench her muscles around him. And just when his heavy breathing starts to level off, she quickens her pace even faster than before until he literally explodes insider her.
Immediately after he does, she purposefully leans forward, forcing him to slip out of her. She reaches back to put her hand on his spent cock. He shudders and groans when she does, especially so when she touches the tip of his penis, almost trembling from the extreme sensations. His teeth clenched, his hands clamped down on her thighs so hard his knuckles are white, he mutters obscenities between loud inhalations and exhalations through flared nostrils. He looks anguished but she continues unabashed, knowing full well he loves every second of it. After extensive foreplay and making love for ages, he deserves a proper finale.
Finally getting off of him, she freshens up and finds a bathrobe, then quietly exits to get a snack in the kitchen. After finding something to her liking, she closes the refrigerator door, her eye catching movement she could swear wasn’t there before.
“Oh, crap,” she exclaims when she sees Erin and Gretchen out in the pool. She jumps behind the curtains, hoping to God they didn’t see her. The last thing she wants is the two of them to think she’s some peeping tom watching them having sex.
But the image in her head, progressing in real time just a few paces away, makes her heart beat faster. She turns around, slides the fabric over just a smidgen to peek outside. Gretchen’s still sitting up on the edge of the pool, completely naked, holding onto Erin’s drenched locks while she goes down on her. The glass in the patio doors muffles most of the sound, but the way Gretchen’s body undulates, the look of ecstasy on her face leaves little to the imagination. Liz averts her eyes again, the guilt searing through her.
But then there’s a splash and loud giggles and her curiosity gets the better of her. When she looks back outside, Gretchen’s in the water with Erin, chasing her across the pool, finally grabbing her and pressing her up against the wall. There’s some really raunchy kissing and Gretchen’s hands blur under the water. Erin wraps her arms around Gretchen, hugging her as tight as she can. Whatever Gretchen’s hands are doing to Erin makes the younger woman bury her face in Gretchen’s neck. The intense, lustful noises spilling out of her very audible in Liz’s ears.
She can’t seem to tear herself away from the erotic scene in front of her, no matter how perverse it feels to watch them. The two lovers continue pleasuring each other, hands and mouths caressing and fondling each other everywhere. Losing all track of time, Liz has no idea how long she’s been spying on them. Later, when they get out of the pool, she makes a frantic break for it, flying back to the bedroom.
Jack’s asleep when she comes back, but the sudden opening and closing of the door, then her entirely graceless, frenzied re-entry into their bed wakes him up.
He opens his eyes, reaches out. “You okay?”
“I did something really bad,” she admits, her breathing quite heavy and laced with guilt.
He rouses further, rolls to his back and rubs his weary eyes. “I highly doubt that, Lemon. What happened?”
She keeps looking over at the door, almost expecting Gretchen and/or Erin to come barging in and accost her for her deviant behavior. She cowers under the covers, flush against Jack’s side. “No, it was bad. I feel horrible.”
“Lemon, what happened?” he repeats.
“Erin and Gretchen were out in the pool...doing stuff and I watched them.”
Jack lifts up the covers, laughs at her. “That’s it? God, you make it sound like you did something horrific, felonious even.”
“Shut up,” she barks, pulling the sheets back down over her.
He just keeps laughing and dives under the covers next to her. “Did they catch you watching them, Lemon?” he teases.
She rolls away from him. He grabs a hold of her, hugs her to his chest and doesn’t let go, no matter how much she squeals and tries to get away.
He rasps deeply into her ear. “You feel guilty because you enjoyed it. Am I right?”
She swallows hard but admits nothing.
“Watching two beautiful women pleasuring each other excited you, didn’t it?”
Her continued silence says more than her words ever could. His hand slips down between her legs, her arousal thoroughly coats his fingers immediately. She doesn’t pull away, instead reaches behind to touch his face. He kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, moves his fingers deeper between the folds of her sex.
When he speaks again, in a low, enticing whisper, he says, “That’s the way I felt when I watched you and Thomas together.”
She whimpers indecently in response, grinds against his hand. She doesn’t acknowledge his assumptions as correct, he doesn’t question her further. Just touches her the way that really gets her off, until she clenches down as hard as she can around his fingers plunging deep inside her. He keeps his thumb on her clit, pressing lightly on it, moving it in circles to draw out her climax as long as possible.
****
About 8:30 the next morning, the door to their room opens and out staggers Liz, shielding her eyes from the sunlight and yawning. She zigzags her way over to the couch where he’s watching the morning news and reading the paper. Wearing one of his t-shirts and little else, her little white cotton panties peak out underneath.
"Good morning.”
"Guh s'morning," she slurs back.
He exhales roughly when she collapses down on top of him, adjusting his position to accommodate the barely conscious, tiny frame now lying on his chest.
“Did you sleep okay?”
She nods against him, her eyes closed tightly. He kisses the top of her head and rubs her back. After a few minutes and several more huge yawns, she’s awake enough to open her eyes and tip her face up towards his. He tucks her hair behind her ears to see the captivating dark brown eyes in front of him.
“Are you hungry? Can I make you something to eat?”
Her face brightens at the mention of food. “That'd be awesome.”
He smiles, his eyes focusing in on her mouth. “How about a kiss for the cook first?”
She smiles back, lifts herself up, straddles her legs wide across his chest. A quick run of her tongue to wet her lips, and she slowly leans down to kiss him. He puts his hands on her bare thighs and deepens the kiss.
Liz shows no desire to stop the early morning fun they're having on the couch, only momentarily pulling her mouth away to take a quick breath. Her warm, soft lips reconnect with his and she slides her tongue into his mouth. There's another kiss and another and another. Nothing lust-crazed or hurried, just leisurely, languid kissing. A fantastic way to start his day.
He slips his hands down the back of her panties, gently caressing her ass, skin on skin.
She chuckles for a moment when he does. "Is this headed where I think it's headed?"
He smiles innocently. "Not necessarily. There was an offer of breakfast."
"I am pretty hungry. But this is nice, too."
She brings her lips back to his. Still not really sure if this is officially foreplay or not, he kisses her back. Because he enjoys kissing her, enjoys touching her. And why wouldn't he?
Soon his desire turns to other parts of her body. He keeps one hand on her behind, his other slides her t-shirt up on one side so he can cup her bare breast underneath. Her sensitive nipple hardens against his palm right away. His excellent sexual coordination allows him to keep kissing her, knead the tender flesh in his left hand and go further exploring with his right. He wraps his index finger underneath her ass, between her legs, and searches for the tiny opening of her sex. He wiggles his fingertip inside, ushering out the first hint of her arousal. She moans quietly into his mouth and instinctively presses her hips back against his hand, pushing his finger deeper inside.
Too busy enjoying themselves, neither of them hear the door to the other bedroom open, or any of the quiet footsteps coming down the hall, until there's a very surprised outburst. "Oh, shit! Sorry!"
They both sit up abruptly, Liz frantically yanks her t-shirt down. Jack sees the back of Erin's head as she flies around the corner, back down the hall.
Liz takes off towards their bedroom, muttering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the whole way.
He follows behind to make sure she's alright. "My hand was covering your breast and your underwear was still on, Lemon. She couldn't have seen much."
Liz throws open her suitcase, yanks out a pair of pajama pants and a bra. "Yeah, you're probably right but nobody needs to see you fingering me on the couch as soon as they wake up. It was Erin, too, wasn't it? Shit."
He stifles a laugh. "Yeah, too bad it wasn't Thomas. She's seen quite a bit more, huh?"
"Quite.” She quickly puts on the bra, throws her t-shirt over her head.
Jack walks up behind her, putting his hands on her waist. "You also saw quite a bit more of Thomas and Erin last night, right? Much more than a little digital stimulation, I imagine. Maybe it was just karma?"
"Sh'yeah," Liz scoffs. “Don’t remind me.” She turns around to face him, stares into his chest. "Whatever, there's nothing I can do about it now. Let's just forget about it.” She looks up at him, forces a smile. “Still wanna make me breakfast?"
He squeezes her behind with both hands, counters with a laugh, "Yup. Just need to wash my hands first."
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