30 Rock, General Series. #015. Blue
Title: One Thing
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz/Wesley
Prompt: drabbles100 #015. Blue
Word Count: 485
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Table is here.
Summary: Two weeks into their marriage, Liz and Wesley decide to finally consummate their relationship.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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Two weeks into their marriage, Liz and Wesley decide to finally consummate their relationship.
They strip naked -- and though he has a decent body, Liz finds herself frowning -- and get into his bed.
"Okay," Liz says, lying back. "Get on top of me..." She exhales. "And do it."
She parts her thighs enough for him to settle between them, and as he leans down, she wraps her legs around him.
He winces. "I don't want to be touched by your feet."
She winces in return. "I don't want to look at your face."
They try it with Liz on her knees, facing the headboard, but she doesn't like the way his breath is falling against her skin (which would be even worse later, when he's -- ugh -- enjoying himself). So she ends up on her hands and knees (Dennis always wanted her to try this position, but she refused to even let him show her how 'awesome' it looked in porn). She can feel his erection pressing against her; wonders what he thought about to get himself excited. (For her part, Liz watched a 'Best of Colin Firth' compilation video on YouTube. If Wesley moans all British-like, Liz is prepared to pretend she's getting done by someone awesome.) He puts his hands on her hips.
"Dude," she says, squirming, "how are your hands so cold?"
"Why isn't your skin colder?"
"Great comeback."
"Considering your frigidity, I honestly believe it's a reasonable query," he huffs.
Query? Who the hell says... No, let this one go. Let it go. "Just get gloves, okay?" she says, trying to be more even in tone. "I want to go back to my bedroom and watch Cake Boss."
"I have a cricket match to watch myself--"
"Oh God, I hate you." She stares at his light blue bedspread and takes a deep breath. "Just go get gloves and put your thing in. And maybe I'll get pregnant so we'll never have to do this again."
It's the happiest she's sounded since she came in here.
He gets mittens -- of course, he's going to do her while wearing mittens -- and pushes inside her. It feels... not bad. Nice, even. No, only not bad.
Not bad at all.
He pulls back; slides deeper in.
She groans.
Yeah.
Not bad.
After a while, Liz realizes she's doing something she hardly ever does during sex: moan. And then, Liz lets herself admit that him moving in and out of her feels *good.* Wesley seems to agree, muttering, "This is..." and "...fairly enjoyable," in between ragged exhalations.
"Oh God," she whimpers, "I..."
Liz leans forward on the mattress, resting her forehead by her hands as she comes. She's shaking her head when the second orgasm hits her; she can't believe the only thing she likes about her husband is his *penis.*
On the bright side, she likes something about her husband.
END
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz/Wesley
Prompt: drabbles100 #015. Blue
Word Count: 485
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Table is here.
Summary: Two weeks into their marriage, Liz and Wesley decide to finally consummate their relationship.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
*
Two weeks into their marriage, Liz and Wesley decide to finally consummate their relationship.
They strip naked -- and though he has a decent body, Liz finds herself frowning -- and get into his bed.
"Okay," Liz says, lying back. "Get on top of me..." She exhales. "And do it."
She parts her thighs enough for him to settle between them, and as he leans down, she wraps her legs around him.
He winces. "I don't want to be touched by your feet."
She winces in return. "I don't want to look at your face."
They try it with Liz on her knees, facing the headboard, but she doesn't like the way his breath is falling against her skin (which would be even worse later, when he's -- ugh -- enjoying himself). So she ends up on her hands and knees (Dennis always wanted her to try this position, but she refused to even let him show her how 'awesome' it looked in porn). She can feel his erection pressing against her; wonders what he thought about to get himself excited. (For her part, Liz watched a 'Best of Colin Firth' compilation video on YouTube. If Wesley moans all British-like, Liz is prepared to pretend she's getting done by someone awesome.) He puts his hands on her hips.
"Dude," she says, squirming, "how are your hands so cold?"
"Why isn't your skin colder?"
"Great comeback."
"Considering your frigidity, I honestly believe it's a reasonable query," he huffs.
Query? Who the hell says... No, let this one go. Let it go. "Just get gloves, okay?" she says, trying to be more even in tone. "I want to go back to my bedroom and watch Cake Boss."
"I have a cricket match to watch myself--"
"Oh God, I hate you." She stares at his light blue bedspread and takes a deep breath. "Just go get gloves and put your thing in. And maybe I'll get pregnant so we'll never have to do this again."
It's the happiest she's sounded since she came in here.
He gets mittens -- of course, he's going to do her while wearing mittens -- and pushes inside her. It feels... not bad. Nice, even. No, only not bad.
Not bad at all.
He pulls back; slides deeper in.
She groans.
Yeah.
Not bad.
After a while, Liz realizes she's doing something she hardly ever does during sex: moan. And then, Liz lets herself admit that him moving in and out of her feels *good.* Wesley seems to agree, muttering, "This is..." and "...fairly enjoyable," in between ragged exhalations.
"Oh God," she whimpers, "I..."
Liz leans forward on the mattress, resting her forehead by her hands as she comes. She's shaking her head when the second orgasm hits her; she can't believe the only thing she likes about her husband is his *penis.*
On the bright side, she likes something about her husband.
END