Certain (Jack/Liz), Passionate
Title: Certain
Challenge: lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Genre: het
Table: C
Prompt: #41, Passionate
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: Liz finally has it all figured out. (Companion piece to Simple)
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
During hiatus, I never stop writing. Even now when I don't really have to. I no longer spend my summers trying to write some spectacular screenplay that will hopefully get me work elsewhere when TGS gets the boot. Because we're going to get cancelled, it's just a matter of time. But I don't care anymore. Well I care that the writers, cast and crew would be out of a job; I'm not a giant douche. I'll do what I can for all of them, but when this ship finally sinks, it's not about them. It's about me and Jack. That's what’s important.
Which is beyond whack when I really stop to think about it. I still can't believe we're together. That we got together in the first place, and that we're still together. Even when we started, I never thought we'd last. There was always something between us, that was undeniable, but never in a million years did I ever believe it would become anything real. I'm the nerdy, frumpy girl. I'm not supposed to end up with the gorgeous, successful CEO. Every morning when I wake up in this beautiful apartment with him next to me, I have to convince myself it's not just a dream.
Sometimes even when I'm awake, I think I may be hallucinating. Like tonight. When I've been home all day just relaxing, writing, making dinner for us. (That's right, I even cook now when I'm on hiatus. Suck it, Rachel Ray.) And Jack comes home looking tired and tense, but happy to see me. The smile on his face, the look in his eyes, it makes me feel so...loved. It’s awesome. Really awesome.
He saunters over slowly, tugs on the bottom of my shirt, gently pulling me closer until he’s able to kiss me. Then he rests his forehead against mine, breathing in and out slowly, several times.
I bring my mouth back towards his, whisper, “You okay?”
He smirks against my mouth; I can feel it. “I am now.”
His next kiss quickly becomes heated, much deeper and more intense. There’s a heightened sense of desire in his hands skating down my back, over my hips and settling on my ass. And he reveals, “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Lemon. It made the day nearly tolerable.”
Knowing what he wants, I hop up on the kitchen counter, and bring him closer, between my legs. Truthfully, it’s ‘need’ as much as ‘want’ in moments such as this. But I’m happy to oblige because, well, I’m kind of hopelessly in love with him. I don’t like to see him this way, so stressed. Plus he’s freaking phenomenal in bed, so why would I turn him down?
I slide my tongue into his mouth. Reassuring him I want this too. That I’m not just appeasing his advances out of pity or sympathy. And just this, the two of us kissing like this, turns me on more than he’ll ever know.
I reach down to unbuckle, then unzip him, and slip my hand inside. The way he groans makes me groan right back. I still can’t believe I can do this to him. That he wants me to do this to him. For so long I thought he was repulsed by me, not aroused. But he gets so hard, so fast in my hand. And him wanting me with such urgency is beyond flattering. He makes me feel so sexy and desirable. It’s...awesome. Really, really awesome.
From here on out, I let him take the lead. He knows how he wants me, where he wants me. He’s apparently been thinking about it all day. He carries me into the living room, immediately starts undressing me once we’re on the couch. So I start unbuttoning his shirt, and take off his tie. And spread my legs after he takes off my underwear. When his hand moves lower, he feels how wet I am. He moans so deeply into my mouth it gives me goose bumps. Suddenly he’s picking me up again and we’re headed down the hallway.
He’s inside me before we make it to the bedroom. My back against the wall, arms circled round his neck and legs wrapped around his hips. He thrusts up inside me again and again. It feels amazing. And I tell him that. There’s no reason to hold back. Tonight he needs to fuck me hard and fast. He wants to hear me cry out when I come. Which happens quickly.
It’s not as if I’m normally mute during sex, but tonight, we’re both a little louder, a little dirtier. But as hot and raunchy as it gets, it’s still loving, even sweet. He keeps saying my name, rasping it in my ear, deep and low. Keeps kissing me so intensely. And the way he does...all of this, makes me feel absolutely adored. After all the models and twenty year olds, I’m the one he wants to be with. I love it. I love him.
He slows his pace while I’m coming down. Let’s me get my breath back before moving into the bedroom. The big fluffy chair in the corner is where we end up. His huge arms and hands wrap around me, my breasts press into his chest, and he thrusts his hips up as fast as he can. My clit rubs against him with each motion, and Jesus it’s so intense. We’re just locked in this frantic lust, pleasure surging through our bodies, until I’m climaxing again. Gasping against his shoulder, digging my fingers into the cushion behind his back. He starts grunting roughly, louder and louder, and I know what’s about to happen. One last thrust and he’s coming too. I can feel it deep inside. I clench around him several more times, while he’s still releasing himself. It makes him flinch and shudder, and curse out his ecstasy. Just like I knew it would.
He stays buried all the way inside me as he fights to breathe. I sit up slightly to kiss his face, my hands sifting through his hair. I look at him, this man who means the world to me. His eyes are still lilting open and closed as he mutters, “Thank you.”
He knows I don’t need to be thanked. We both know that. At this stage, nothing we do for each other requires a thank you. I’d do anything for him. For us. I know he’d do the same.
I wait until he can fully hold my gaze to ask again, “You okay? Do you want to talk about it?”
He gives me a smile, shaking his head. I know he’s being honest. I trust him. I trust myself with him. I trust in us.
I still look at him sometimes, like I am right now, and wonder how I haven’t messed this up yet. He could have any woman in the world. And did have a lot of them. More than I’d like to think about. And I’ve loved other men, but things always fell apart. How did I end up here? Content and secure, with this gorgeous, amazing man in my life? But then I remember it doesn't matter why or how. I just did.
And it’s awesome. Really awesome.
END
Challenge: lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Genre: het
Table: C
Prompt: #41, Passionate
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: Liz finally has it all figured out. (Companion piece to Simple)
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
During hiatus, I never stop writing. Even now when I don't really have to. I no longer spend my summers trying to write some spectacular screenplay that will hopefully get me work elsewhere when TGS gets the boot. Because we're going to get cancelled, it's just a matter of time. But I don't care anymore. Well I care that the writers, cast and crew would be out of a job; I'm not a giant douche. I'll do what I can for all of them, but when this ship finally sinks, it's not about them. It's about me and Jack. That's what’s important.
Which is beyond whack when I really stop to think about it. I still can't believe we're together. That we got together in the first place, and that we're still together. Even when we started, I never thought we'd last. There was always something between us, that was undeniable, but never in a million years did I ever believe it would become anything real. I'm the nerdy, frumpy girl. I'm not supposed to end up with the gorgeous, successful CEO. Every morning when I wake up in this beautiful apartment with him next to me, I have to convince myself it's not just a dream.
Sometimes even when I'm awake, I think I may be hallucinating. Like tonight. When I've been home all day just relaxing, writing, making dinner for us. (That's right, I even cook now when I'm on hiatus. Suck it, Rachel Ray.) And Jack comes home looking tired and tense, but happy to see me. The smile on his face, the look in his eyes, it makes me feel so...loved. It’s awesome. Really awesome.
He saunters over slowly, tugs on the bottom of my shirt, gently pulling me closer until he’s able to kiss me. Then he rests his forehead against mine, breathing in and out slowly, several times.
I bring my mouth back towards his, whisper, “You okay?”
He smirks against my mouth; I can feel it. “I am now.”
His next kiss quickly becomes heated, much deeper and more intense. There’s a heightened sense of desire in his hands skating down my back, over my hips and settling on my ass. And he reveals, “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Lemon. It made the day nearly tolerable.”
Knowing what he wants, I hop up on the kitchen counter, and bring him closer, between my legs. Truthfully, it’s ‘need’ as much as ‘want’ in moments such as this. But I’m happy to oblige because, well, I’m kind of hopelessly in love with him. I don’t like to see him this way, so stressed. Plus he’s freaking phenomenal in bed, so why would I turn him down?
I slide my tongue into his mouth. Reassuring him I want this too. That I’m not just appeasing his advances out of pity or sympathy. And just this, the two of us kissing like this, turns me on more than he’ll ever know.
I reach down to unbuckle, then unzip him, and slip my hand inside. The way he groans makes me groan right back. I still can’t believe I can do this to him. That he wants me to do this to him. For so long I thought he was repulsed by me, not aroused. But he gets so hard, so fast in my hand. And him wanting me with such urgency is beyond flattering. He makes me feel so sexy and desirable. It’s...awesome. Really, really awesome.
From here on out, I let him take the lead. He knows how he wants me, where he wants me. He’s apparently been thinking about it all day. He carries me into the living room, immediately starts undressing me once we’re on the couch. So I start unbuttoning his shirt, and take off his tie. And spread my legs after he takes off my underwear. When his hand moves lower, he feels how wet I am. He moans so deeply into my mouth it gives me goose bumps. Suddenly he’s picking me up again and we’re headed down the hallway.
He’s inside me before we make it to the bedroom. My back against the wall, arms circled round his neck and legs wrapped around his hips. He thrusts up inside me again and again. It feels amazing. And I tell him that. There’s no reason to hold back. Tonight he needs to fuck me hard and fast. He wants to hear me cry out when I come. Which happens quickly.
It’s not as if I’m normally mute during sex, but tonight, we’re both a little louder, a little dirtier. But as hot and raunchy as it gets, it’s still loving, even sweet. He keeps saying my name, rasping it in my ear, deep and low. Keeps kissing me so intensely. And the way he does...all of this, makes me feel absolutely adored. After all the models and twenty year olds, I’m the one he wants to be with. I love it. I love him.
He slows his pace while I’m coming down. Let’s me get my breath back before moving into the bedroom. The big fluffy chair in the corner is where we end up. His huge arms and hands wrap around me, my breasts press into his chest, and he thrusts his hips up as fast as he can. My clit rubs against him with each motion, and Jesus it’s so intense. We’re just locked in this frantic lust, pleasure surging through our bodies, until I’m climaxing again. Gasping against his shoulder, digging my fingers into the cushion behind his back. He starts grunting roughly, louder and louder, and I know what’s about to happen. One last thrust and he’s coming too. I can feel it deep inside. I clench around him several more times, while he’s still releasing himself. It makes him flinch and shudder, and curse out his ecstasy. Just like I knew it would.
He stays buried all the way inside me as he fights to breathe. I sit up slightly to kiss his face, my hands sifting through his hair. I look at him, this man who means the world to me. His eyes are still lilting open and closed as he mutters, “Thank you.”
He knows I don’t need to be thanked. We both know that. At this stage, nothing we do for each other requires a thank you. I’d do anything for him. For us. I know he’d do the same.
I wait until he can fully hold my gaze to ask again, “You okay? Do you want to talk about it?”
He gives me a smile, shaking his head. I know he’s being honest. I trust him. I trust myself with him. I trust in us.
I still look at him sometimes, like I am right now, and wonder how I haven’t messed this up yet. He could have any woman in the world. And did have a lot of them. More than I’d like to think about. And I’ve loved other men, but things always fell apart. How did I end up here? Content and secure, with this gorgeous, amazing man in my life? But then I remember it doesn't matter why or how. I just did.
And it’s awesome. Really awesome.
END