CPR for Concussions (3/?)
"Hello?" she asks into it.
"Hi." The voice is female.
"Liz?"
"Yeah… sorry I'm calling so late." Even though she’s only on the phone, Liz bashfully looks at the floor. Gretchen smiles, settles back into her couch, turns the television back on, but mutes it; she only wants it for the glow.
"It's okay. I was up… what's on your mind, Liz?" There is a long pause, with a few odd intakes of breath, as if Liz will begin to speak, but doesn't.
"Why were you up?" Liz finally asks. Gretchen’s brows furrow as she realizes Liz is unlikely to say what’s on her mind. The blonde sighs.
"Couldn't sleep."
"…oh. Me, too." Liz says sheepishly.
"Why can't you sleep?" A silence. Gretchen rubs her forehead in frustration, opens her mouth to speak.
"I'm sorry I didn't call before now," Liz blurts. "I was too nervous. I made such an ass of myself and everything. Oh, blerg, and I'm making an ass of myself now."
"Shh, no you're not. I'm glad you called. I would have called, but I wanted to give you space. I went too far with you. It was my fault. I'm sorry."
"But, I wanted you to go that far," Liz says quickly.
"Oh," is all Gretchen can manage. Silence spills out again.
"Maybe we could go to dinner sometime? Like a public place where we can do P.D.A's or something." Liz says, working oddly through her own words. Gretchen laughs.
"Anytime at all. I'd love to."
"Good." Liz's smile forms around the word.
"So… how've you been doing?"
"Okay." Liz sighs, and the sigh says not okay.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, just tired."
"Well, go to bed, don't let me keep you up."
"I want to talk to you… I missed talking to you. I haven't been able to sleep because I’m such an ass.."
"You’re not an ass. You have one, but you aren’t one. I missed talking to you, too." Gretchen says with genuine warmth, but then her tone turns playful. "Dreams keeping you from sleep?"
"N-no." Liz stammers, "w-well yes."
"It's okay, I've had dreams about you, too." Gretchen snuggles more deeply into the couch.
"Really?" Liz asks with childlike surprise.
"Of course." An almost comfortable silence expands.
"…what were your dreams about?"
"You," Gretchen laughs lightly, in a way that warms Liz. "But more specifically, you and me in bed."
"What were we doing?" Liz asks in a hushed voice. Gretchen cocks and eyebrow and wonders what exactly she is getting into.
"Well," she starts slowly. "You were on the bed, naked."
"Were you naked, too?" Liz quickly interjects.
"Yes." Gretchen's smile is almost painful because it wants to erupt into a laugh.
"Good." A pause. "Then what?"
"Liz are we about to do what I think we are going to do?" Gretchen questions.
“What? What are we doing?”
“…I almost thought you were propositioning me for phone sex.”
“I was? Oh, I guess I was. Oops. Accident. I-I should go. I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can do lunch or dinner? It was nice talking to you. Bye." Gretchen doesn't even have time to say bye. The click of the receiver is all she gets. Gretchen tries to call back to reassure Liz that phone sex would be definitely all right, but she only gets the answering machine and gives up.
***
Gnawing her lip, Liz eyes her phone. Her fingers tap while she tries to muster the reserve to call Gretchen. She eyes her office's clock. It's a half hour before lunch. Steeling herself, she picks up the phone and dials Gretchen's work phone.
"Hello, Gretchen Thomas speaking."
"Hey, it's Liz."
"Oh, hi. Sleep well?" If Liz weren't absolutely convinced otherwise, she would think Gretchen's tone is teasing.
"Not really," Liz says slowly.
"Aw, why?" Gretchen asks, but Liz can hear a wicked smile piggybacking her voice.
"Restless."
"Okay. Well, you should've called me back. I was up, too. I tried calling you."
"Really?" A pause. "Why?" Liz asks innocently. With an intent ear, Liz can hear the mirth piling on Gretchen's tone.
"Well, for phone s-“ Liz coughs nervously.
"Games. Yeah, phone games. It was silly of me to try to initiate phone games. I mean, who wants to play Eye Spy over the phone? I mean, how would that even work. The two people don’t even see the same things. It would take forever, and…” A pause, while Liz beats herself up for babbling. With a pitiable expression, she mouths a few curses. “Yeah…do you want to go to lunch? I have a lunch break in a half hour. Are you free?"
"I'd love to. For you, I'll make the time." Liz blushes. "Where are we going?"
"You can pick."
"All right, well I’ll see you in a few, bye."
"Bye."
Then Liz realizes she doesn't know where they are going to lunch. Her eyebrows arch in worry; she sinks in her chair and bangs her head on the desk one solid time.
“Hey, what’d you drop?” Jenna asks from the adjacent room.
“Nothing.” Liz mumbles into her desk.
***
A pattering of knocks, to the score of a tune, alerts Liz to the fact that Gretchen has arrived at her office. No one she knows- other than Gretchen- or her coworkers would knock in such a friendly way. Liz rises from her desk, smoothes out her A-line skirt and plum-colored blouse. Paling a little, she clears her throat.
"Come in." The door sways gently open into her office. Smiling, Gretchen walks in. She is wearing softly pinstriped dress pants and a white button-down shirt; a few buttons are left undone, to show just a faint amount of cleavage. Liz eyes her own blouse. Suddenly, there are too many buttons done up, and she wishes a few were left open. She mentally kicks herself for not learning to leave buttons undone; she should have learned this on their blind date; undone buttons are key to attraction. They certainly work on Liz, at least.
"Hello, Liz," she says cheerfully.
"Hello, Gretchen." Gretchen closes the office door, and they edge towards each other for greeting. As if in anticipation of a hello-kiss, the tall blonde's head leans downward. Arms open, Liz comes at her for a hug, and ducks her head down away from the kiss. Content in savoring the contact, Gretchen lets the hug last.
"You look great," she whispers into the shorter woman's ear. Smiling at one another, they pull away.
"You, too…so, where are we going for lunch?"
"Just some little hamburger place. It's cozy. You'll see." Gretchen gives a wink. Liz blanches.
"Hamburgers are very chokeable." With a tilted head, Gretchen looks skeptical.
"Yeah?"
"More so than other food, yes."
"I see…" With a gentle smile, the tall blonde just eyes her. A tiny silence spans out, eyes them both as well.
"Do you really know CPR and the Heimlich?" Liz asks, while she grabs her purse from her desk.
"Yes." Gretchen cocks a blonde eyebrow, places her hands on her hips.
"Really?" The taller woman chuckles, eyes how Liz is fiddling with her purse.
"Don't you believe me?"
"It's not that…I…I just want to be safe."
"Should I demonstrate? Will that ease your fears?" The tone toys with Liz. Gretchen begins to circle her. Pensively, Liz's eyes follow, then her head turns to keep the eyes on Gretchen.
"On me?"
"Of course on you."
"Oh." Liz peers over her own shoulder at Gretchen, who now stands behind her. Without meaning to, Liz holds her breath. She can feel Gretchen's breathe flitting through her hair and onto the back of her neck.
"If you were coughing, I'd encourage you to," she begins. "It would dislodge whatever you were choking on; however, if you weren't breathing, I'd alert you to the fact I'm going to perform the Heimlich," Gretchen smiles, places a hand on Liz's lower back. "And, that I'm going to come behind you." Two arms snake under Liz's and onto her stomach. Warmth spreads in Liz's belly. Gretchen's head leans in next to hers, and Liz can feel lips next to her ear. Liz lets out a small, involuntary sigh and leans back into Gretchen.
"All right… what now?"
"First, I'm going to find your belly button." Caressing Liz's stomach through her blouse, Gretchen takes her time finding it. Liz jumps when Gretchen's hands dip, then idle near the hem of her skirt. But, they quickly go to her belly button.
"O-Okay."
"Then I'd make a fist with one hand, cup it with the other." Her hands perform the motions. "And, push upward and into you, but I won't demonstrate that part. I don't want to bruise your stomach." Gretchen's long fingers release from Heimlich stance and begin to stroke Liz's stomach.
"You aren't?" Dazed, Liz asks. Liz presses back into her, tilts her head so it can rest against Gretchen's chest. Gretchen chuckles.
"Nope." Her fingers tug and the bottom of Liz's blouse, untuck it from her skirt. Gretchen's fingers skim along the skin underneath the blouse. She can feel the muscles trembling beneath her fingers, and she can hear Liz's breathing increase.
"Is this part of it, too?" Flustered, Liz questions, leaning more fully into Gretchen.
"Only if you want it to be." Gretchen whispers, kissing the edge of Liz's ear. When Liz doesn't answer, she begins to slowly slip her hand under the waistband of Liz's skirt.
"W-wait!" Liz twitches. "The door is unlocked."
"So?" Gretchen kisses the crook of Liz's neck.
"So? Someone could walk in." Gretchen gives Liz's neck a lingering kiss, then gently nips it.
"Okay, I'll lock it." In a few long strides, Gretchen makes it to the door, locks it, turns around to face Liz.
"But, but," Liz's eyes go wide. "I thought we were going to lunch."
"We can go to lunch later." With a devilish grin, Gretchen walks forward. Timidly, Liz edges back against her desk, until her butt rests against it. Pressing her body against Liz's, Gretchen strokes the side of Liz's face. "Don't you want to make sure I'm capable of CPR?"
"Yes." Liz says with uncertainty. "That is im-" she pauses when she feels Gretchen's breasts pressing into her upper chest, "important." She clears her throat. "Shouldn’t I be on the floor?" She shakes only slightly. Gretchen leans in for kiss, and soft, blonde waves brush along Liz's bare neck. It tickles, causes her to tremble. Gretchen's soft, full lips move along hers. Gretchen's fingers twine in soft, dark hair. Moment later, her lips withdraw, but her forehead remains against Liz's. White-knuckled, Liz's hands grip the edge of the desk.
"You can be wherever you want to be; it's only a demonstration…" Fingers trail along Liz's arm. "We could get comfortable on the floor if you like."
"Oh." Because of their proximity, Liz can't quite see the smile, but she hears it. A firm hand finds her hip, grips it, and she blushes, but she pushes her hips toward Gretchen.
"I don't think this is proper CPR," she says breathlessly.
"Do you mind?"
"Well, no." Gretchen's hands place themselves just under Liz's butt, then lift the small woman onto a cleared spot on the desk. Blushing, Liz lets out a little gasp of surprise. They exchange feverish kisses, and Gretchen sighs when she feels Liz's hand tugging at her shirt’s buttons, slipping into her shirt, and then caressing her breast through the bra. Gretchen's hands push Liz's skirt up, cause the fabric to pool around her small hips. The blonde smiles as her hand makes contact with lacy underwear. Unsure at the speed they are setting, Gretchen idles around Liz’s thighs with her hands, but Liz pulls her closer. Despite all the uncertainty, Liz seems pretty certain. Gretchen’s fingers rub gentle circles into the fabric of Liz’s panties, while Liz squirms on the desk. She bites her lips to keep quiet, but when Gretchen's finger rubs over the right spot, Liz lets out a loud, short moan.
***
At the gathering table, Liz's coworkers are assembled in the work area outside her office. Upon hearing the moan, they all look up. With expressions varying from intrigue to disgust, they exchange glances.
"I think Liz is watching a porn," Frank loudly proclaims. Toofer looks at him with an eyebrow raised, while Tracy only nods, with his lips poofed out in contemplation. Soon, hushed cursing and some shuffling can be heard inside Liz's office. Jenna can barely contain her giggles.
"Is she alone in there?" Jenna asks with a wicked grin.
"I thought I saw Gretchen Thomas in the hall earlier," Toofer ventures, tugging on his argyle sweater nervously. "They were supposed to go to lunch, I think." They all look at each other in silence. Jenna's mouth hangs out in half mirth and half disbelief.
"Really? I bet she's in there." Jenna wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, then accompanies that with suggestive hand gestures.
"Nah," Frank begins. "Liz totally wouldn't have the nerve to do stuff at work. I bet she's watching a porn."
Suddenly, the door to Liz's office opens, and Liz almost tumbles out. Her hair is mussed and a small mark of lipstick is in the crook of her neck.
"Off to lunch, now, ay?" Jenna says with a smug face.
"Yeah." Liz says as Gretchen exits the office and stands behind her.
"Which restaurant?" Jenna asks, crossing her arms.
"No restaurant."
"I thought you were going out to lunch?" Jenna asks.
"Change of plans, we're having lunch at Gretchen's."
"Oh." Gretchen gives a nod, rests a hand on Liz's shoulder to reassure her. As the conversation had been progressing, Liz's voice has gotten higher and higher.
"Hello everyone," Gretchen says with a disarming smile. "But, also good bye. We're headed out." Frank and Pete look like they are going to start catcalling, but a sharp look from Gretchen stops them, and they both slump into their respective chairs. Liz and Gretchen both begin walking out, and Liz waves goodbye. As they round the corner, Liz's coworkers can see the two women clasp hands. Pete and Frank begin catcalling. Tracy only nods, and Jenna giggles, of course.
***
The door of Gretchen's apartment flails open with a thud, as it hits the wall. Stumbling, Liz and Gretchen enter. Liz's arms are firmly laced around Gretchen's neck, as they kiss wildly. After stumbling fully in, Gretchen kicks the door shut, feels around blindly for the lock, then locks it. With their lips still mashing together, Gretchen tries to speak.
"Are," she begins between kisses, "you sure… that you… are ready, Liz?"
"Very ready." Gretchen feels herself being tugged by her shirt toward her living room's couch.
"O-oh," she utters, startled. Liz plops backward onto the couch, pulls Gretchen down on top of her. Their legs twine; Gretchen's thigh presses between Liz's and forces Liz's skirt up; Liz's leg rests between Gretchen's. "Okay." As Gretchen adjusts her position, her thigh presses into Liz's center, and Liz whimpers. Tenderly, Gretchen brushes Liz's hair from her face.
"This is nice, but don't you want to go to the bed?" Her voice is full of affection, but Liz stiffens from head-to-toe, and she blushes.
"Oh, yes. My mistake." Eyes downcast, she shuffles, which causes Gretchen to back up, then sit down on the couch. Liz sits there toying with her skirt, pushing it back down. Gretchen's fingers hook under Liz's chin and force Liz to meet her gaze.
"What's wrong?"
"…I'm just embarrassed," she stammers, trying to return her gaze to her own skirt, but Gretchen's fingers keep their eyes locked. Gretchen leans in for a kiss.
"Don't be," she says into her lips, their lips brushing with the words, "you have no reason to be."
"But, but I was so eager." The word eager is bloated with distaste. Gretchen smiles into their kiss.
"I'm glad. You don't think I am, too? Don't you think I'm hungry for your touch?" Liz's stomach picked this moment to let out a ridiculously loud and long growl. Wishing to trap the noise, Liz's arms quickly wrap around her own stomach; they are, of course, too late. With a horrified expression, Liz looks up at Gretchen. The tall blonde woman only laughs and then places a kiss on Liz's forehead.
"I guess we forgot about lunch," Gretchen says, as she begins to caress the side of Liz's face. "How about I make you something, sweetheart?" Liz blushes upon hearing sweetheart, but only nods. Gretchen rises, grabs Liz's hand. "C'mon. You can watch me cook it. We'll talk." Gretchen tugs Liz along by her hand.
***
CPR for Concussions (1/?) - CPR for Concussions (2/?) - CPR for Concussions (3/?)
***
HH
"Hi." The voice is female.
"Liz?"
"Yeah… sorry I'm calling so late." Even though she’s only on the phone, Liz bashfully looks at the floor. Gretchen smiles, settles back into her couch, turns the television back on, but mutes it; she only wants it for the glow.
"It's okay. I was up… what's on your mind, Liz?" There is a long pause, with a few odd intakes of breath, as if Liz will begin to speak, but doesn't.
"Why were you up?" Liz finally asks. Gretchen’s brows furrow as she realizes Liz is unlikely to say what’s on her mind. The blonde sighs.
"Couldn't sleep."
"…oh. Me, too." Liz says sheepishly.
"Why can't you sleep?" A silence. Gretchen rubs her forehead in frustration, opens her mouth to speak.
"I'm sorry I didn't call before now," Liz blurts. "I was too nervous. I made such an ass of myself and everything. Oh, blerg, and I'm making an ass of myself now."
"Shh, no you're not. I'm glad you called. I would have called, but I wanted to give you space. I went too far with you. It was my fault. I'm sorry."
"But, I wanted you to go that far," Liz says quickly.
"Oh," is all Gretchen can manage. Silence spills out again.
"Maybe we could go to dinner sometime? Like a public place where we can do P.D.A's or something." Liz says, working oddly through her own words. Gretchen laughs.
"Anytime at all. I'd love to."
"Good." Liz's smile forms around the word.
"So… how've you been doing?"
"Okay." Liz sighs, and the sigh says not okay.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, just tired."
"Well, go to bed, don't let me keep you up."
"I want to talk to you… I missed talking to you. I haven't been able to sleep because I’m such an ass.."
"You’re not an ass. You have one, but you aren’t one. I missed talking to you, too." Gretchen says with genuine warmth, but then her tone turns playful. "Dreams keeping you from sleep?"
"N-no." Liz stammers, "w-well yes."
"It's okay, I've had dreams about you, too." Gretchen snuggles more deeply into the couch.
"Really?" Liz asks with childlike surprise.
"Of course." An almost comfortable silence expands.
"…what were your dreams about?"
"You," Gretchen laughs lightly, in a way that warms Liz. "But more specifically, you and me in bed."
"What were we doing?" Liz asks in a hushed voice. Gretchen cocks and eyebrow and wonders what exactly she is getting into.
"Well," she starts slowly. "You were on the bed, naked."
"Were you naked, too?" Liz quickly interjects.
"Yes." Gretchen's smile is almost painful because it wants to erupt into a laugh.
"Good." A pause. "Then what?"
"Liz are we about to do what I think we are going to do?" Gretchen questions.
“What? What are we doing?”
“…I almost thought you were propositioning me for phone sex.”
“I was? Oh, I guess I was. Oops. Accident. I-I should go. I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can do lunch or dinner? It was nice talking to you. Bye." Gretchen doesn't even have time to say bye. The click of the receiver is all she gets. Gretchen tries to call back to reassure Liz that phone sex would be definitely all right, but she only gets the answering machine and gives up.
***
Gnawing her lip, Liz eyes her phone. Her fingers tap while she tries to muster the reserve to call Gretchen. She eyes her office's clock. It's a half hour before lunch. Steeling herself, she picks up the phone and dials Gretchen's work phone.
"Hello, Gretchen Thomas speaking."
"Hey, it's Liz."
"Oh, hi. Sleep well?" If Liz weren't absolutely convinced otherwise, she would think Gretchen's tone is teasing.
"Not really," Liz says slowly.
"Aw, why?" Gretchen asks, but Liz can hear a wicked smile piggybacking her voice.
"Restless."
"Okay. Well, you should've called me back. I was up, too. I tried calling you."
"Really?" A pause. "Why?" Liz asks innocently. With an intent ear, Liz can hear the mirth piling on Gretchen's tone.
"Well, for phone s-“ Liz coughs nervously.
"Games. Yeah, phone games. It was silly of me to try to initiate phone games. I mean, who wants to play Eye Spy over the phone? I mean, how would that even work. The two people don’t even see the same things. It would take forever, and…” A pause, while Liz beats herself up for babbling. With a pitiable expression, she mouths a few curses. “Yeah…do you want to go to lunch? I have a lunch break in a half hour. Are you free?"
"I'd love to. For you, I'll make the time." Liz blushes. "Where are we going?"
"You can pick."
"All right, well I’ll see you in a few, bye."
"Bye."
Then Liz realizes she doesn't know where they are going to lunch. Her eyebrows arch in worry; she sinks in her chair and bangs her head on the desk one solid time.
“Hey, what’d you drop?” Jenna asks from the adjacent room.
“Nothing.” Liz mumbles into her desk.
***
A pattering of knocks, to the score of a tune, alerts Liz to the fact that Gretchen has arrived at her office. No one she knows- other than Gretchen- or her coworkers would knock in such a friendly way. Liz rises from her desk, smoothes out her A-line skirt and plum-colored blouse. Paling a little, she clears her throat.
"Come in." The door sways gently open into her office. Smiling, Gretchen walks in. She is wearing softly pinstriped dress pants and a white button-down shirt; a few buttons are left undone, to show just a faint amount of cleavage. Liz eyes her own blouse. Suddenly, there are too many buttons done up, and she wishes a few were left open. She mentally kicks herself for not learning to leave buttons undone; she should have learned this on their blind date; undone buttons are key to attraction. They certainly work on Liz, at least.
"Hello, Liz," she says cheerfully.
"Hello, Gretchen." Gretchen closes the office door, and they edge towards each other for greeting. As if in anticipation of a hello-kiss, the tall blonde's head leans downward. Arms open, Liz comes at her for a hug, and ducks her head down away from the kiss. Content in savoring the contact, Gretchen lets the hug last.
"You look great," she whispers into the shorter woman's ear. Smiling at one another, they pull away.
"You, too…so, where are we going for lunch?"
"Just some little hamburger place. It's cozy. You'll see." Gretchen gives a wink. Liz blanches.
"Hamburgers are very chokeable." With a tilted head, Gretchen looks skeptical.
"Yeah?"
"More so than other food, yes."
"I see…" With a gentle smile, the tall blonde just eyes her. A tiny silence spans out, eyes them both as well.
"Do you really know CPR and the Heimlich?" Liz asks, while she grabs her purse from her desk.
"Yes." Gretchen cocks a blonde eyebrow, places her hands on her hips.
"Really?" The taller woman chuckles, eyes how Liz is fiddling with her purse.
"Don't you believe me?"
"It's not that…I…I just want to be safe."
"Should I demonstrate? Will that ease your fears?" The tone toys with Liz. Gretchen begins to circle her. Pensively, Liz's eyes follow, then her head turns to keep the eyes on Gretchen.
"On me?"
"Of course on you."
"Oh." Liz peers over her own shoulder at Gretchen, who now stands behind her. Without meaning to, Liz holds her breath. She can feel Gretchen's breathe flitting through her hair and onto the back of her neck.
"If you were coughing, I'd encourage you to," she begins. "It would dislodge whatever you were choking on; however, if you weren't breathing, I'd alert you to the fact I'm going to perform the Heimlich," Gretchen smiles, places a hand on Liz's lower back. "And, that I'm going to come behind you." Two arms snake under Liz's and onto her stomach. Warmth spreads in Liz's belly. Gretchen's head leans in next to hers, and Liz can feel lips next to her ear. Liz lets out a small, involuntary sigh and leans back into Gretchen.
"All right… what now?"
"First, I'm going to find your belly button." Caressing Liz's stomach through her blouse, Gretchen takes her time finding it. Liz jumps when Gretchen's hands dip, then idle near the hem of her skirt. But, they quickly go to her belly button.
"O-Okay."
"Then I'd make a fist with one hand, cup it with the other." Her hands perform the motions. "And, push upward and into you, but I won't demonstrate that part. I don't want to bruise your stomach." Gretchen's long fingers release from Heimlich stance and begin to stroke Liz's stomach.
"You aren't?" Dazed, Liz asks. Liz presses back into her, tilts her head so it can rest against Gretchen's chest. Gretchen chuckles.
"Nope." Her fingers tug and the bottom of Liz's blouse, untuck it from her skirt. Gretchen's fingers skim along the skin underneath the blouse. She can feel the muscles trembling beneath her fingers, and she can hear Liz's breathing increase.
"Is this part of it, too?" Flustered, Liz questions, leaning more fully into Gretchen.
"Only if you want it to be." Gretchen whispers, kissing the edge of Liz's ear. When Liz doesn't answer, she begins to slowly slip her hand under the waistband of Liz's skirt.
"W-wait!" Liz twitches. "The door is unlocked."
"So?" Gretchen kisses the crook of Liz's neck.
"So? Someone could walk in." Gretchen gives Liz's neck a lingering kiss, then gently nips it.
"Okay, I'll lock it." In a few long strides, Gretchen makes it to the door, locks it, turns around to face Liz.
"But, but," Liz's eyes go wide. "I thought we were going to lunch."
"We can go to lunch later." With a devilish grin, Gretchen walks forward. Timidly, Liz edges back against her desk, until her butt rests against it. Pressing her body against Liz's, Gretchen strokes the side of Liz's face. "Don't you want to make sure I'm capable of CPR?"
"Yes." Liz says with uncertainty. "That is im-" she pauses when she feels Gretchen's breasts pressing into her upper chest, "important." She clears her throat. "Shouldn’t I be on the floor?" She shakes only slightly. Gretchen leans in for kiss, and soft, blonde waves brush along Liz's bare neck. It tickles, causes her to tremble. Gretchen's soft, full lips move along hers. Gretchen's fingers twine in soft, dark hair. Moment later, her lips withdraw, but her forehead remains against Liz's. White-knuckled, Liz's hands grip the edge of the desk.
"You can be wherever you want to be; it's only a demonstration…" Fingers trail along Liz's arm. "We could get comfortable on the floor if you like."
"Oh." Because of their proximity, Liz can't quite see the smile, but she hears it. A firm hand finds her hip, grips it, and she blushes, but she pushes her hips toward Gretchen.
"I don't think this is proper CPR," she says breathlessly.
"Do you mind?"
"Well, no." Gretchen's hands place themselves just under Liz's butt, then lift the small woman onto a cleared spot on the desk. Blushing, Liz lets out a little gasp of surprise. They exchange feverish kisses, and Gretchen sighs when she feels Liz's hand tugging at her shirt’s buttons, slipping into her shirt, and then caressing her breast through the bra. Gretchen's hands push Liz's skirt up, cause the fabric to pool around her small hips. The blonde smiles as her hand makes contact with lacy underwear. Unsure at the speed they are setting, Gretchen idles around Liz’s thighs with her hands, but Liz pulls her closer. Despite all the uncertainty, Liz seems pretty certain. Gretchen’s fingers rub gentle circles into the fabric of Liz’s panties, while Liz squirms on the desk. She bites her lips to keep quiet, but when Gretchen's finger rubs over the right spot, Liz lets out a loud, short moan.
***
At the gathering table, Liz's coworkers are assembled in the work area outside her office. Upon hearing the moan, they all look up. With expressions varying from intrigue to disgust, they exchange glances.
"I think Liz is watching a porn," Frank loudly proclaims. Toofer looks at him with an eyebrow raised, while Tracy only nods, with his lips poofed out in contemplation. Soon, hushed cursing and some shuffling can be heard inside Liz's office. Jenna can barely contain her giggles.
"Is she alone in there?" Jenna asks with a wicked grin.
"I thought I saw Gretchen Thomas in the hall earlier," Toofer ventures, tugging on his argyle sweater nervously. "They were supposed to go to lunch, I think." They all look at each other in silence. Jenna's mouth hangs out in half mirth and half disbelief.
"Really? I bet she's in there." Jenna wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, then accompanies that with suggestive hand gestures.
"Nah," Frank begins. "Liz totally wouldn't have the nerve to do stuff at work. I bet she's watching a porn."
Suddenly, the door to Liz's office opens, and Liz almost tumbles out. Her hair is mussed and a small mark of lipstick is in the crook of her neck.
"Off to lunch, now, ay?" Jenna says with a smug face.
"Yeah." Liz says as Gretchen exits the office and stands behind her.
"Which restaurant?" Jenna asks, crossing her arms.
"No restaurant."
"I thought you were going out to lunch?" Jenna asks.
"Change of plans, we're having lunch at Gretchen's."
"Oh." Gretchen gives a nod, rests a hand on Liz's shoulder to reassure her. As the conversation had been progressing, Liz's voice has gotten higher and higher.
"Hello everyone," Gretchen says with a disarming smile. "But, also good bye. We're headed out." Frank and Pete look like they are going to start catcalling, but a sharp look from Gretchen stops them, and they both slump into their respective chairs. Liz and Gretchen both begin walking out, and Liz waves goodbye. As they round the corner, Liz's coworkers can see the two women clasp hands. Pete and Frank begin catcalling. Tracy only nods, and Jenna giggles, of course.
***
The door of Gretchen's apartment flails open with a thud, as it hits the wall. Stumbling, Liz and Gretchen enter. Liz's arms are firmly laced around Gretchen's neck, as they kiss wildly. After stumbling fully in, Gretchen kicks the door shut, feels around blindly for the lock, then locks it. With their lips still mashing together, Gretchen tries to speak.
"Are," she begins between kisses, "you sure… that you… are ready, Liz?"
"Very ready." Gretchen feels herself being tugged by her shirt toward her living room's couch.
"O-oh," she utters, startled. Liz plops backward onto the couch, pulls Gretchen down on top of her. Their legs twine; Gretchen's thigh presses between Liz's and forces Liz's skirt up; Liz's leg rests between Gretchen's. "Okay." As Gretchen adjusts her position, her thigh presses into Liz's center, and Liz whimpers. Tenderly, Gretchen brushes Liz's hair from her face.
"This is nice, but don't you want to go to the bed?" Her voice is full of affection, but Liz stiffens from head-to-toe, and she blushes.
"Oh, yes. My mistake." Eyes downcast, she shuffles, which causes Gretchen to back up, then sit down on the couch. Liz sits there toying with her skirt, pushing it back down. Gretchen's fingers hook under Liz's chin and force Liz to meet her gaze.
"What's wrong?"
"…I'm just embarrassed," she stammers, trying to return her gaze to her own skirt, but Gretchen's fingers keep their eyes locked. Gretchen leans in for a kiss.
"Don't be," she says into her lips, their lips brushing with the words, "you have no reason to be."
"But, but I was so eager." The word eager is bloated with distaste. Gretchen smiles into their kiss.
"I'm glad. You don't think I am, too? Don't you think I'm hungry for your touch?" Liz's stomach picked this moment to let out a ridiculously loud and long growl. Wishing to trap the noise, Liz's arms quickly wrap around her own stomach; they are, of course, too late. With a horrified expression, Liz looks up at Gretchen. The tall blonde woman only laughs and then places a kiss on Liz's forehead.
"I guess we forgot about lunch," Gretchen says, as she begins to caress the side of Liz's face. "How about I make you something, sweetheart?" Liz blushes upon hearing sweetheart, but only nods. Gretchen rises, grabs Liz's hand. "C'mon. You can watch me cook it. We'll talk." Gretchen tugs Liz along by her hand.
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