Round 4: Jack/Liz Drabble Submissions
Below are the Jack/Liz prompts for Round 4. Please submit your drabble as a reply to this entry.
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( the prompts: round four )
If you are new to the community or are just needing a refresher on how to post/respond to drabbles, please visit this post first. There are no limitations as to how many drabbles you can submit. And remember - HAVE FUN!
( the prompts: round four )
It still surprises her that Jack likes her pretty much the way she is. He even lets her eat in bed.
In return, Jack gets control of the remote.
Tonight she's sitting cross-legged beside him with a bag of Doritos in her lap. He finally chooses a random channel and sets down the remote, shifting his body back against his pillow. Liz is only mildly interested in the movie that's playing (it's in French) and is much more absorbed in licking the cheese flavor off of each individual chip before stuffing the whole thing into her mouth.
"What're they saying?" Liz asks through a mouthful of chip. She squints at the screen but can't read the subtitles without her glasses.
He reaches for her glasses on the nightstand and holds them out to her. She wiggles cheese-coated fingers in front of him and grins when he unfolds the stems and slides them onto her face without even poking her in the eye.
"You don't understand any French?" he asks, mildly surprised.
She licks her index finger. "Ich spreche Deutsch. Duh."
"French is a beautiful language," he offers, glancing back at the television.
Liz follows his gaze while she licks the cheese off of her fingers. "Yowza. Who's the foxy blonde lady?"
"You don't know who this woman is?"
"Nope."
"That's Catherine Deneuve," Jack says, looking at her as though she must have been living under a rock. "She's French cinematic royalty. A goddess of modern times. She makes grown men weep with her beauty."
Liz rolls her eyes. "Down big fella." She wipes her newly-cleaned fingers on her shirt and notices the glassy look in his eye. "Did you do her or something?"
"We were involved for a short time, yes."
"What? Are you serious? I was totally kidding!"
"I wasn't." He notices her sulk. "I promised you I'd be honest about my previous relationships."
"Yea but…jeez, Jack. Have you seen this woman? Have you seen me?"
"If it makes you feel better, we didn't have much of a connection outside of the bedroom--"
She holds up a hand. "That's all I need to know, thanks."
"Lemon…"
She frowns and looks at the television again, feeling the remnants of her self esteem crushed under Catherine Deneuve's stiletto.
"I don't get it, Jack."
"You don't get what, exactly?"
"Look at her, Jack. She's perfect and I'm just…"
"You're you, Lemon. If I wanted anyone else, I'd be with them instead."
Even though Jack's words are blunt and have a tendency to sting, Liz appreciates his candor. She can't imagine him being this honest with anyone else, not even some blonde bombshell. She opens her mouth to speak.
"Yes, I'm sure." He hands her the remote. "You can choose something else."
"But I still have my chips out," Liz replies. Even though she's already cleaned off her fingers, she's fairly certain that her self esteem needs the warm, cheesy hug that only Doritos can provide.
"That's all right."
Liz smiles and leans in to kiss him.
So Jack's bedpost contains so many notches that it's not even recognizable anymore. So Jack has boffed a ton of hot women.
She's still the only woman he's ever let eat in his bed, and Liz knows that she's the one who's really got it made.
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