Up in the Air (Not Starring George Clooney) (30 Rock, Liz/Carol)
Title: Up in the Air (Not Starring George Clooney)
Prompt: 100_situations #003. Delirious
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz/Carol
Word Count: 515
Rating: R
Table: Number Two.
Summary: Liz, for the first time in a long time, is ecstatic.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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Liz, for the first time in a long time, is ecstatic. In general, but also right now. She'd make some sort of weird Jenna-esque squeal of excitement... No, she wouldn't. Because she doesn't know if she's capable of it, first of all. But also because she can't, even if she could. She can't, because Carol's kissing her, and if she let out some over-the-top squeal into his mouth, it would probably break the mood. So she goes with a moan, letting it get louder as Carol cups her breast.
(She's always liked being on planes that Carol was flying, because then she could say, "My boyfriend's the pilot." Very few people ever *cared* to hear this, but whatever. But this, flying with him, is better.
Oh, and they're in the bathroom right now. He's not feeling her up in business class.)
"Should we do this?" Liz says as he pushes her skirt up. But even as she's protesting, she's wearing this cheesy grin like she *enjoys* being... naughty? Ugh, that sounds so lame, and the thought of being anything like 'naughty' calms her down, makes her smile disappear. Makes her feel more serious. "We shouldn't do this. I mean, think about the people out there. What if someone has to go to the bathroom? And we're in here... being naughty."
Why did she say that?
"Honestly? I hate that phrase."
She can imagine little cartoon hearts appearing in her eyes. "Me, too." She kisses him. Breaks away. "I mean, it's not right. It's not fair to the other people on the plane."
"Do you know how many people out there I saw watching Two and a Half Men? Two and a Half Men, Liz."
"Two and a Half Men? Gross."
"They deserve to have to hold it in."
"Yeah, they can all go to hell."
She unzips his pants, lets him turn her around (if there's anything she has learned from having sex against a wall, it's that she doesn't like smacking the back of her head), closes her eyes as she rests her forearms in front of her, and rocks against his fingers as he pushes her panties to the side. She feels warm and relaxed and *still* excited, and she wants to say I love you, but maybe an airplane bathroom and sex in a rear-entry position (that's worse than naughty, at least in terms of how it sounds) isn't the best place or activity for a first time declaration of love.
But she feels *happy,* and lets herself continue to feel it. Lets herself say, "You're awesome." But adds, "Okay, forget about that. That sounds like something you say to Derek Jeter. Just do me. I bet a lot of ladies have said that to Derek Jeter." She exhales. "You're not having sex with me. I am going to stop talking about Derek Jeter."
He kisses the back of her neck and she arches against him, groaning as his cock starts to ease inside her.
"You're awesome, too," he says.
She smiles; smacks her forehead against the wall. "Damn it," she mutters, but she's still happy.
END
Prompt: 100_situations #003. Delirious
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz/Carol
Word Count: 515
Rating: R
Table: Number Two.
Summary: Liz, for the first time in a long time, is ecstatic.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Liz, for the first time in a long time, is ecstatic. In general, but also right now. She'd make some sort of weird Jenna-esque squeal of excitement... No, she wouldn't. Because she doesn't know if she's capable of it, first of all. But also because she can't, even if she could. She can't, because Carol's kissing her, and if she let out some over-the-top squeal into his mouth, it would probably break the mood. So she goes with a moan, letting it get louder as Carol cups her breast.
(She's always liked being on planes that Carol was flying, because then she could say, "My boyfriend's the pilot." Very few people ever *cared* to hear this, but whatever. But this, flying with him, is better.
Oh, and they're in the bathroom right now. He's not feeling her up in business class.)
"Should we do this?" Liz says as he pushes her skirt up. But even as she's protesting, she's wearing this cheesy grin like she *enjoys* being... naughty? Ugh, that sounds so lame, and the thought of being anything like 'naughty' calms her down, makes her smile disappear. Makes her feel more serious. "We shouldn't do this. I mean, think about the people out there. What if someone has to go to the bathroom? And we're in here... being naughty."
Why did she say that?
"Honestly? I hate that phrase."
She can imagine little cartoon hearts appearing in her eyes. "Me, too." She kisses him. Breaks away. "I mean, it's not right. It's not fair to the other people on the plane."
"Do you know how many people out there I saw watching Two and a Half Men? Two and a Half Men, Liz."
"Two and a Half Men? Gross."
"They deserve to have to hold it in."
"Yeah, they can all go to hell."
She unzips his pants, lets him turn her around (if there's anything she has learned from having sex against a wall, it's that she doesn't like smacking the back of her head), closes her eyes as she rests her forearms in front of her, and rocks against his fingers as he pushes her panties to the side. She feels warm and relaxed and *still* excited, and she wants to say I love you, but maybe an airplane bathroom and sex in a rear-entry position (that's worse than naughty, at least in terms of how it sounds) isn't the best place or activity for a first time declaration of love.
But she feels *happy,* and lets herself continue to feel it. Lets herself say, "You're awesome." But adds, "Okay, forget about that. That sounds like something you say to Derek Jeter. Just do me. I bet a lot of ladies have said that to Derek Jeter." She exhales. "You're not having sex with me. I am going to stop talking about Derek Jeter."
He kisses the back of her neck and she arches against him, groaning as his cock starts to ease inside her.
"You're awesome, too," he says.
She smiles; smacks her forehead against the wall. "Damn it," she mutters, but she's still happy.
END