I Know (Jack/Liz, underwear, like I didn't know)
Title: I Know
For: ham_napkin
Prompt: Jack/Liz, underwear, like I didn't know
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Challenge: lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Genre: het
Table: C
Prompt: #86, Choices
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Bubble
Word Count: ~ 1450
Summary: “What are you smiling about, Lemon?”
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
“What are you smiling about, Lemon?”
“Nothing.”
Jack slides one arm, then the other through the sleeves of a crisp white dress shirt. It’s all he’s wearing, besides a pair of black boxer briefs, when he sits down on the edge of the bed. “Your face betray’s you, Lemon. Your cheeks could not get any redder, so tell me. What’s on your mind?”
She rolls to her back and covers her face with the pillow, mumbling something entirely incoherent into the goose down feathers inside. He tries yanking the pillow away, much to her chagrin. “Jack, no! Stop it!”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing!”
“Tell me.”
“No, it’s embarrassing.”
“Yes, clearly it is. But tell me anyway.”
She stubbornly shakes her head.
“Lemon,” he gruffs. “You’re half naked in my bed the morning after a night of marathon sex. For the fourth time this week, I might add. We’ve moved past embarrassing, have we not?”
"Absolutely not. That'll never happen."
He deftly drives a hand under her back and scoops her up, holding her firmly against him as he pecks at her pouty lips. "Well try not to be embarrassed. I understand that's virtually impossible for you," he teases, "but it's just you and me here. So tell me."
"Well now it's being built up way too much."
"All the more reason for you to tell me," he counters, with a vexing grin.
“You have a really nice ass, okay?!” she blurts out, a bit too loud so close to his ear.
“That’s what has you blushing like a nun in a sex shop?”
She tips her head, nervously admitting to the ceiling, "Well, no...more than that. I've been, um, peeking ever since you got out of the shower. I watched you walking around naked.”
Intrigued, voice especially husky: “Did you now?”
“Yeah. You should wear boxer briefs more often. They look good on you."
"I know."
“There it is," she laughs. "I was waiting for that."
The smile on his face could literally melt steel; she’s absolutely powerless against it. A few of his wet locks obstruct her view of his sparkling blue eyes, so she timidly sweeps them back with her finger. “You’re so...”
“What?” he asks after she fails to finish.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“You're very good at telling me what I already know.”
She wiggles out of his grasp, falls back onto the bed and let's out an exacerbated scream into the pillow. Jack lowers himself down on top of her and rips it away, throws it across the room. He covers her mouth with his own and kisses her so swiftly, so passionately, she jolts in surprise. But she quickly softens beneath him, even deepening the kiss a bit more by her own accord.
Soon bereft of oxygen, she’s reluctantly forced to break away. So his lips move to her cheek, down her neck, and he asks, “Do I appear downtrodden this morning? Why all the ego stroking, Lemon?”
“It’s just...I don’t know? You’re so handsome. It’s intimidating.”
“You’ve dated good looking men before. Drew, in particular.”
“Yes, but he was in the bubble.”
“I used to be in the bubble.”
“I wouldn’t have dated you back then,” she professes with a chuckle. He’s about to respond when she presses her hand against his mouth. “Don’t say it! I know, I know. I was totally out of your league back then.”
Jack peels back her fingers. “That's not what I was going to say at all. I was simply going to ask why." Sighing nostalgically he recalls, "My arrogance was only just beginning to blossom back then. I was so fit and trim, my eyes were much bluer. Now I’m grizzled and overweight --”
An impish smile engulfs her flushed face. She replants her hand over his mouth to stop his self-defamation. “You were too perfect then. I don’t like perfect. You’re much better looking now.”
Just the corners of his wide smile can be seen on either side of her fingertips. She admires him a bit longer before pulling him down into a deep, languid kiss. Then whispers bashfully, “Do you...do you have to go right away? Can you stay a little longer?"
She wants this to be more than early morning affection, as does he. He adores morning sex, just as he adores her. Prior to this, he's always been the one to initiate it. She's growing into this new sexual being, opening up and exploring with his help. It's long overdue.
"I'd love to stay a little longer," he replies, and she is pleased.
"Okay, good."
In no time at all, they’ve swapped positions and she’s straddling him on the bed. Smiling down from above, opening the buttons on his rapidly wrinkling shirt and sliding her hands over his chest. He swiftly undoes the small number of fastened buttons on yesterday’s dress shirt, now her makeshift pajamas. She’s completely bare underneath. No bra, no underwear, and he has instant access to all of her. He presses gently on her back, drawing her forward. His mouth latches onto her breast and sucks hungrily, causing her to whimper out his name. She moans quietly as he feasts on her flesh. Swirling his tongue over and around her pert nipples, moving back and forth from side to side, to give equal attention to each of her breasts. His palms cover her naked ass, and press her warm, moist sex firmly to his stomach. The feel of it, her arousal coating his hair and skin, makes him ridiculously hard.
He would happily continue their foreplay, but Liz is in favor of skipping ahead to the main event. She reaches over to the night stand, to the scattered assortment of condoms. (He was not incorrect in his description of their night together as a "marathon.") Moving off of him, she kneels beside him, eagerly lowering the waistband of his Lemon-approved underwear. His eyes are glued to her fingertips as she puts the condom on (something she'd never done until earlier in the week), quickly repositions herself above and guides him to her entrance.
Just short of the moment of climax, the magical sensation when he enters her is the most amazing feeling ever. The extremely sensitive tip of his cock pushing inside, going deeper bit by bit, until his entire length fills her. Her inner core enveloping, caressing every inch of him. It’s beyond words.
She stays motionless on top of him for some time, letting her body acclimate, swelling to the size and shape of him. He groans as she clenches her muscles around him. It feels so fucking good. For both of them. Her pleasure is written all over her face, as clear as day. It’s the part of all this that he enjoys the most, what he can’t help but take great pride in. She’s finally experiencing a fulfilling sex life.
She starts to move first, slowly and deliberately. Then he joins her and they find a faster, more lustful rhythm together. She comes the first time on top, the second when she's beneath him. With her legs wrapped high around his midsection, her hands in his hair, in a rigid, white-knuckled grip. A few more erratic thrusts and he's coming too. Using every last bit of air in his lungs to expel an erotic shout of ecstasy towards the heavens.
He falls to his back next to her, listens to their equally ragged breathing. Watches the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her head lolling from side to side. He removes and disposes of the condom, adding it to an array of filled brethren already in the waste basket.
“Jesus you’re good at this sex stuff,” Liz sputters.
Wanting to hear her laugh again, he can’t resist. “I know.”
He rolls to his side, places his hand on her vibrating stomach, and gently kisses across her chest. “Morning sex is wonderful, isn’t it, Lemon?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty awesome. Last night...yesterday afternoon in your office...yesterday morning on the way to work, it’s all been pretty awesome.”
Liz will likely tire of the vapid, whirlwind frequency of their sexual encounters. Now everything is still new and exciting; her desire to be with him seemingly ravenous. The amount of sex they have may dwindle in the future, but he’s not worried. Quality will outweigh quantity. Because something’s definitely different now, emotionally speaking. Sex with Liz is supremely intense and passionate. The best he’s had in ages. Maybe ever. She probably wouldn’t even believe him if he told her that, but it’s true.
Feeling her eyes on him, he lifts his head. Her smile makes him smile in turn. “Thanks for staying," she says.
Just as their lips reconnect: “Thanks for asking.”
END
For: ham_napkin
Prompt: Jack/Liz, underwear, like I didn't know
and
Challenge: lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Genre: het
Table: C
Prompt: #86, Choices
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Bubble
Word Count: ~ 1450
Summary: “What are you smiling about, Lemon?”
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
“What are you smiling about, Lemon?”
“Nothing.”
Jack slides one arm, then the other through the sleeves of a crisp white dress shirt. It’s all he’s wearing, besides a pair of black boxer briefs, when he sits down on the edge of the bed. “Your face betray’s you, Lemon. Your cheeks could not get any redder, so tell me. What’s on your mind?”
She rolls to her back and covers her face with the pillow, mumbling something entirely incoherent into the goose down feathers inside. He tries yanking the pillow away, much to her chagrin. “Jack, no! Stop it!”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing!”
“Tell me.”
“No, it’s embarrassing.”
“Yes, clearly it is. But tell me anyway.”
She stubbornly shakes her head.
“Lemon,” he gruffs. “You’re half naked in my bed the morning after a night of marathon sex. For the fourth time this week, I might add. We’ve moved past embarrassing, have we not?”
"Absolutely not. That'll never happen."
He deftly drives a hand under her back and scoops her up, holding her firmly against him as he pecks at her pouty lips. "Well try not to be embarrassed. I understand that's virtually impossible for you," he teases, "but it's just you and me here. So tell me."
"Well now it's being built up way too much."
"All the more reason for you to tell me," he counters, with a vexing grin.
“You have a really nice ass, okay?!” she blurts out, a bit too loud so close to his ear.
“That’s what has you blushing like a nun in a sex shop?”
She tips her head, nervously admitting to the ceiling, "Well, no...more than that. I've been, um, peeking ever since you got out of the shower. I watched you walking around naked.”
Intrigued, voice especially husky: “Did you now?”
“Yeah. You should wear boxer briefs more often. They look good on you."
"I know."
“There it is," she laughs. "I was waiting for that."
The smile on his face could literally melt steel; she’s absolutely powerless against it. A few of his wet locks obstruct her view of his sparkling blue eyes, so she timidly sweeps them back with her finger. “You’re so...”
“What?” he asks after she fails to finish.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“You're very good at telling me what I already know.”
She wiggles out of his grasp, falls back onto the bed and let's out an exacerbated scream into the pillow. Jack lowers himself down on top of her and rips it away, throws it across the room. He covers her mouth with his own and kisses her so swiftly, so passionately, she jolts in surprise. But she quickly softens beneath him, even deepening the kiss a bit more by her own accord.
Soon bereft of oxygen, she’s reluctantly forced to break away. So his lips move to her cheek, down her neck, and he asks, “Do I appear downtrodden this morning? Why all the ego stroking, Lemon?”
“It’s just...I don’t know? You’re so handsome. It’s intimidating.”
“You’ve dated good looking men before. Drew, in particular.”
“Yes, but he was in the bubble.”
“I used to be in the bubble.”
“I wouldn’t have dated you back then,” she professes with a chuckle. He’s about to respond when she presses her hand against his mouth. “Don’t say it! I know, I know. I was totally out of your league back then.”
Jack peels back her fingers. “That's not what I was going to say at all. I was simply going to ask why." Sighing nostalgically he recalls, "My arrogance was only just beginning to blossom back then. I was so fit and trim, my eyes were much bluer. Now I’m grizzled and overweight --”
An impish smile engulfs her flushed face. She replants her hand over his mouth to stop his self-defamation. “You were too perfect then. I don’t like perfect. You’re much better looking now.”
Just the corners of his wide smile can be seen on either side of her fingertips. She admires him a bit longer before pulling him down into a deep, languid kiss. Then whispers bashfully, “Do you...do you have to go right away? Can you stay a little longer?"
She wants this to be more than early morning affection, as does he. He adores morning sex, just as he adores her. Prior to this, he's always been the one to initiate it. She's growing into this new sexual being, opening up and exploring with his help. It's long overdue.
"I'd love to stay a little longer," he replies, and she is pleased.
"Okay, good."
In no time at all, they’ve swapped positions and she’s straddling him on the bed. Smiling down from above, opening the buttons on his rapidly wrinkling shirt and sliding her hands over his chest. He swiftly undoes the small number of fastened buttons on yesterday’s dress shirt, now her makeshift pajamas. She’s completely bare underneath. No bra, no underwear, and he has instant access to all of her. He presses gently on her back, drawing her forward. His mouth latches onto her breast and sucks hungrily, causing her to whimper out his name. She moans quietly as he feasts on her flesh. Swirling his tongue over and around her pert nipples, moving back and forth from side to side, to give equal attention to each of her breasts. His palms cover her naked ass, and press her warm, moist sex firmly to his stomach. The feel of it, her arousal coating his hair and skin, makes him ridiculously hard.
He would happily continue their foreplay, but Liz is in favor of skipping ahead to the main event. She reaches over to the night stand, to the scattered assortment of condoms. (He was not incorrect in his description of their night together as a "marathon.") Moving off of him, she kneels beside him, eagerly lowering the waistband of his Lemon-approved underwear. His eyes are glued to her fingertips as she puts the condom on (something she'd never done until earlier in the week), quickly repositions herself above and guides him to her entrance.
Just short of the moment of climax, the magical sensation when he enters her is the most amazing feeling ever. The extremely sensitive tip of his cock pushing inside, going deeper bit by bit, until his entire length fills her. Her inner core enveloping, caressing every inch of him. It’s beyond words.
She stays motionless on top of him for some time, letting her body acclimate, swelling to the size and shape of him. He groans as she clenches her muscles around him. It feels so fucking good. For both of them. Her pleasure is written all over her face, as clear as day. It’s the part of all this that he enjoys the most, what he can’t help but take great pride in. She’s finally experiencing a fulfilling sex life.
She starts to move first, slowly and deliberately. Then he joins her and they find a faster, more lustful rhythm together. She comes the first time on top, the second when she's beneath him. With her legs wrapped high around his midsection, her hands in his hair, in a rigid, white-knuckled grip. A few more erratic thrusts and he's coming too. Using every last bit of air in his lungs to expel an erotic shout of ecstasy towards the heavens.
He falls to his back next to her, listens to their equally ragged breathing. Watches the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her head lolling from side to side. He removes and disposes of the condom, adding it to an array of filled brethren already in the waste basket.
“Jesus you’re good at this sex stuff,” Liz sputters.
Wanting to hear her laugh again, he can’t resist. “I know.”
He rolls to his side, places his hand on her vibrating stomach, and gently kisses across her chest. “Morning sex is wonderful, isn’t it, Lemon?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty awesome. Last night...yesterday afternoon in your office...yesterday morning on the way to work, it’s all been pretty awesome.”
Liz will likely tire of the vapid, whirlwind frequency of their sexual encounters. Now everything is still new and exciting; her desire to be with him seemingly ravenous. The amount of sex they have may dwindle in the future, but he’s not worried. Quality will outweigh quantity. Because something’s definitely different now, emotionally speaking. Sex with Liz is supremely intense and passionate. The best he’s had in ages. Maybe ever. She probably wouldn’t even believe him if he told her that, but it’s true.
Feeling her eyes on him, he lifts his head. Her smile makes him smile in turn. “Thanks for staying," she says.
Just as their lips reconnect: “Thanks for asking.”
END