What To Expect When Liz is Expecting (Part 3/4)
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Spoilers: Season 4ish. Avery is not a thing (no offense to Elizabeth Banks!).
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Sorry for the ridiculous delay! New job, plus looking for a new apartment took away from writing time. :)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Everything belongs to Tina (as it should).
Month 6:
Weekends at his Connecticut home become an unexpected and confounding part of her life. Between his butler who caters to her every need and his housekeeper who dotes on Liz the entire time she’s there to make sure she’s comfortable, she’s pretty overwhelmed by living with this kind of luxury. As for Jack, he usually doesn’t come back home until Saturday afternoon and then they have dinner together in his large, immaculate kitchen. Afterwards, they’ll usually watch a movie before they both retire to their separate rooms. This arrangement with Jack is, sadly, her most functional example of living with a member of the opposite sex to date.
These weekends are also not helping her efforts to curb the blinding and escalating affection she’s developed for him, but she doesn’t know how she can put a stop to their dynamic without revealing her feelings entirely. So she goes along with these weekend plans and strives to be as calm and nonchalant as possible. But every Friday night, when she knows he’s out boffing some random chick, it leaves her frustrated and annoyed. And sometimes, those feelings carry over to the next morning and Liz stays in her bedroom, afraid that Jack will totally catch onto her jealousy and then the jig (and awesome weekends) will be up.
During one of those Friday nights, she is on his couch in the living room watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Since Jack is away, she allows herself to get as comfortable as possible, which is why she’s currently balancing a carton of ice cream on her protruding stomach while lounging in ratty PJs fit for a hobo.
She’s too busy loudly heckling the narcissistic women on the show that she doesn’t hear Jack come in.
“Oh, come on, Kim, do you really need that fifth glass of wine?” She yells at the screen, when Jack strolls in.
“Ah, am I interrupting?” Jack smirks and Liz quickly scrambles for the remote when she hears his voice.
“Sorry, Jack. When you’re not here, I usually watch TV in the guest room…but since it just started snowing, I wanted to sit here because this room has the best view…”
“Lemon, I’m not upset. I told you to make yourself at home while I’m away.” He chuckles, sitting down beside her. He pauses before turning to her and saying lowly, “And, actually, the master bedroom has the best view in the house.” Liz, caught off guard by his reference to his bedroom, immediately flushes at the unexpected remark. “Would you like to see it?” He asks, cutting off whatever ineffectual statement she was about to utter.
This shocks her even more. “Um…”
Ignoring the utter surprise written all over her face Jack explains, “I’ve noticed that despite staying here, you still seem a bit…frustrated. And I think I figured out why that is.” He studies her closely and exhales, before declaring with a sly smile, “You’re horny.”
“What?” She scoffs. “That’s ridiculous. You’re the horny one. I’ve never been horny in my life.”
“Protest all you want, Lemon, all the signs are there. You’re easily irritable, snap at every occasion, you turn to food to quell your urges…” He says calmly, after gesturing to the ice cream carton on her stomach. “I did some reading on the subject on my way over here. Apparently, a heightened sex drive is a common symptom during the second trimester of pregnancy.” He takes her newfound inability to speak as an opportunity to remove the ice cream and sets it on the table before inching dangerously close to her and rumbling lowly, “This is supposed to be one of the happiest times of your life, Liz. Let me help you enjoy it.”
“By having sex with me?? Doesn’t that go above and beyond traditional friendship duties?”
“Perhaps. But you hardly strike me as a woman who worries about adhering to tradition.” A part of Liz is still convinced that he’s pulling some kind of sick joke, but when he places a hand on her knee, she is finally convinced that he is, indeed, very serious.
“Oh boy…Jack, we can’t…we can’t do this.” She stammers, her eyes wide with shock and fixated on the large hand touching her thigh.
“I see no reason why we can’t. You’re overthinking this, Liz.” She makes the mistake of briefly looking at his mouth, which Jack takes as silent permission to move in closer, his lips millimeters away from her own.
Right before his lips make contact with hers though, she shakes her head and pushes him away. “Jack, you can’t possibly want this. I’m as fat as I’ve ever been, my movement is extremely limited and I haven’t shaved my legs in days because I can’t reach…”
Obviously not one to be easily discouraged, Jack says, “Well, first, I can help you with that too. We can take a bath together and go from there.” He leans in close, his lips brushing against hers gently. “Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t do this and I’ll stop.”
Liz knows there’s only one very good reason why this shouldn’t happen - the reason being, of course, that’s she’s already partly in love with him. And if she’s learned anything from that stupid Ashton Kutcher/Natalie Portman movie, is that you can’t have emotionless sex with a friend. And, Liz is pretty sure the second Jack touches her, the raging pregnancy hormones will make her not so latent feelings for Jack skyrocket.
Meanwhile, Jack is staring at her expectantly, obviously awaiting some sort of verbal protest. “Um, well….” He’s continuing to look at her - his face is an interesting combination of lust and amusement - and Liz realizes she can’t say anything without giving herself away.
Luckily, Jack finally puts her out of her misery and offers a possible reason for her himself. “You could say you’re not attracted to me I suppose, but neither of us would believe that.” He smirks.
“What about the fact that you’re not attracted to me?” Ah-ha - she finally found a legitimate reason to put a stop to this insanity, but Jack remains undeterred.
“To be honest, Lemon, your growing breasts have been a matter very much on my mind as of late.”
“What?” She asks, with a nervous, shaky laugh.
“It would be a shame for them to go to waste-”
“Yeah, you do realize they’re gonna feed a kid.”
“Also, I’ve never made love to a pregnant woman before-“
“Probably a good reason for that-“
He ignores her interruption and presses on, “So, in short, my healthy desire to have as many new sexual experiences as possible, coupled with your growing endowments, and - of course - my altruistic desire to help out my best friend…are all very legitimate reasons supporting why I want to do this.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh as Jack pulls her into her lap and begins peppering her neck with hot, insistent kisses. Yeah, there’s no way she’s getting out of this. She peers down at him and tugs on his hair to get his attention.
“So the goal here is to get me to stop being all grouchy and get you to see what big pregnancy knockers feel like?”
Jack smiles as his hands around her back slowly drift to her chest and he cups her there. “Well, we’ve just accomplished the second part of your statement.” He gently kneads the ample flesh in his hands before whispering softly against her lips, “Now, I plan on spending a good deal of time on the first.”
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The most unexpected thing about sex with Jack, she finds, is that for once he never makes her feel like she’s doing everything wrong. He’s surprisingly gentle and encouraging, which makes her even more convinced that this time has to be the last. This is something she plans on telling him the moment she gets her breath back.
“So. Pregnant lady sex is one thing you can officially cross that off your sex bucket list.”
Jack chuckles, as he also tries to catch his breath. “It was actually fairly enjoyable. Even though I did all of the work.”
She shoots him an annoyed glare and huffs, “I told you I am tired and heavy.”
“I’m not complaining, Lemon.” He swivels his head to look at her before adding, “I’m happy I was able to satisfy you.”
She nods. He did more than satisfy her, but that’s information that she must keep to herself. She figures this is a good time to leave - snuggling with Jack Donaghy is a definite no-no - so she mutters, “So. I think it’s time I said goodnight.” She awkwardly sticks her hand out for him to shake and he frowns at her disapprovingly.
“I’m certainly not going to shake your hand after what just transpired between us. And you don’t have to leave…”
“No, trust me, I should sleep in my own bed. I snore and kick and it’s pretty awful. So, guest room it is.” She awkwardly attempts to get out of bed, but the weight of her stomach prevents her from getting up on her own. After not one, but two failed attempts to stand up, she sighs in defeat and extends her hands up in the air. “Um…can you help me out here?”
Jack dutifully rises from the bed and uses both hands to lift Liz up from the mattress. She falls into his arms inelegantly and he helps her right herself. Satisfied that she’s now steady on her feet, Liz bends down slightly to retrieve her discarded robe that’s draped across the chair and the second she does so she feels a sudden light slap against her ass.
She gasps in surprise and turns around, only to find Jack smirking. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.” Rolling her eyes, she makes her way to the doorway before Jack calls out to her, “Oh and Lemon,” upon hearing her name, she casts a look over her shoulder and instantly blushes when hears him murmur lowly, “we could do that again. Anytime you want.”
She laughs nervously, “No. Nope. I mean, thanks…but once is good. I think my lady business is very happy right now and it will be until it has a baby to push out. Then it will probably hate me forever.” She cringes, and her awkward attempt to be blasé over this whole sex with Jack thing and with a terse nod she mutters, “Anyway, I’m good.”
The second she exists his bedroom and hastily shuts the door behind her, she grimaces to herself because even she doesn’t believe her stupid comment. And, what’s worse, she’s pretty sure Jack doesn’t either.