Round 3: Jack/Liz Drabble Submissions
Sorry for the delay; non-functioning internet for most of the day prevented me from getting these posted. Below are the prompts. Please submit your drabble as a reply to this entry.
REMEMBER: For this round, your drabble must fit into one comment and one comment only. Submissions that spill over into either another comment or a fic/personal ( Read more... )
REMEMBER: For this round, your drabble must fit into one comment and one comment only. Submissions that spill over into either another comment or a fic/personal ( Read more... )
Something Liz did too much of last night: thought about Jack.
Because Jack decided that, before they left work, the best thing to do would be to press Liz against a wall and kiss her before telling her he's in love with her.
And actually, it was the best thing he could've done. It may have taken a lot of overthinking and a few different drafts of a pro/con list, but she knows she's in love with him, too. (Well, the overthinking and the lists didn't really help. But they didn't hurt. And maybe they did help a little because, when the final draft had more cons than pros, she realized she didn't care about any of the cons -- so what if he watches O'Reilly, they both have more than one TV -- and thought all the pros were meaningful -- even the one where she assumed he hates Family Guy, since he said something about Adult Swim being a television wasteland suitable only for those who've had their mental faculties impaired, infirmed, or altered by non-medical marijuana.) In truth, she's been kind of sure about her feelings for Jack for a while, but she was willing to dismiss it as a weird crush that existed only because he's her best friend and one of the few men she's in day-to-day contact with who she's certain has never skipped a shower because he didn't feel like getting up off the couch or because his mother was hogging the bathroom. But now she knows there's no reason to dismiss it, no reason to explain it away, no reason to convince herself not to go for it.
She goes into work earlier than usual, goes up to Jack's floor. He's not in yet and neither is Jonathan, and she decides waiting in his office would just be creepy. She goes down to her floor and, after half an hour or so of sitting in her office alone, she decides to go see if he's in yet. She keeps hitting the lit-up button like an idiot, as if the elevator can sense her impatience.
When the elevator opens, Jack is standing there. He takes a step forward when he sees her, and she tries to speak but nothing comes out. She can't believe this is happening, that she's finally sure about something and she still can't say what she's thinking. He frowns, probably taking her silence as a sign she's rejecting him or hasn't made a decision so, as the elevator starts to close, she jumps forward and smacks one of the doors to halt its progress. Then she quickly gets into the elevator, stands in front of him. Says:
"Hi."
It doesn't intrinsically convey love but he seems to get her meaning, for the disappointment disappears from his expression as leans forward and brushes her hair away from her cheek.
"Good morning," he replies as he cups her face, tilting her chin up.
She licks her lips before they simultaneously close the remaining distance between their mouths. Then she's pressed against a wall again, running her fingers through his hair while she kisses him like she means it. Because she does mean it.
They break apart when the elevator stops at the fifty-second floor. Liz says, "I figured it out. How I feel. About you, I mean."
"And I," he says, "figured that out."
She returns his smile.
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And because I have this thing where I think the word 'creepy' is pretty hilarious, but. It's mostly the Liz-likeness thing.
I love that Jack can totally figure out how she feels just by hearing how she greets him. It's so indicative of their bond. And of course the kiss was just plain nummy.
I loved this, and I love you! ♥
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I love you, too! ♥
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