30 ROCK, JACK/LIZ, DIRECTIONS, PROMPT #13, OPEN ROAD, CHAPTER 78
Title: K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Author: stamatina_rae
Challenge: drabble123
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Table: Directions
Prompt: #13, Open Road
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: Through Season 2 only, my previous three drabble123 series.
Summary: Chapter 78. It's Christmas, and there's kissing, but no mistletoe ;)
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
Lane arrives in time for after-dinner dessert. Amelia is over the moon. She sprints through the avalanche of discarded wrapping paper to the front entryway, screeching all the way. "LanePlane! LanePlane!"
It's impossible not to smile as they watch Lane fly her around the apartment. It seems like only yesterday that their baby girls were still small enough for Jack to do the same. Liz sits beside him on the couch, her radiant happiness exceeded only by the adoring toddler soaring above them. Nearly derailed completely, this relaxing, joyful Christmas Eve is the priceless gift she's longed for more than anything else in the world.
But Liz does get just a little upset with him again later on.
When she catches him eavesdropping on Gracie and Lane saying their goodbyes. And is held captive; Jack’s hand covering her mouth so she can’t even whisper, as he clutches her in a burly embrace. Blind to everything just around the corner, it’s still quite clear what’s happening. Definitely touching and hugging, whispering of sweet-nothings, etc but apparently nothing further. Much to Jack’s delight.
“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?” Lane imparts.
“Well, I was trying to kiss you. I guess you’re not interested.”
“Come on, of course I’m interested. But what if your Dad sees us?”
“One kiss, Lane, jeez. Not making out.”
“I know, but I don’t want to push it. He finally let me back in the house.”
“You were never banished,” Gracie laughs. “And I told you, we talked. Things are okay now. He just worries a lot, that I’m going to get hurt.”
And only as two hopelessly-in-love teenagers can, their doe-y eyes are most certainly locked when Lane professes, “But I love you. I would never hurt you.”
“Exactly,” Gracie whispers. “So shut up and kiss me.”
TBC
Author: stamatina_rae
Challenge: drabble123
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Table: Directions
Prompt: #13, Open Road
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: Through Season 2 only, my previous three drabble123 series.
Summary: Chapter 78. It's Christmas, and there's kissing, but no mistletoe ;)
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
Lane arrives in time for after-dinner dessert. Amelia is over the moon. She sprints through the avalanche of discarded wrapping paper to the front entryway, screeching all the way. "LanePlane! LanePlane!"
It's impossible not to smile as they watch Lane fly her around the apartment. It seems like only yesterday that their baby girls were still small enough for Jack to do the same. Liz sits beside him on the couch, her radiant happiness exceeded only by the adoring toddler soaring above them. Nearly derailed completely, this relaxing, joyful Christmas Eve is the priceless gift she's longed for more than anything else in the world.
But Liz does get just a little upset with him again later on.
When she catches him eavesdropping on Gracie and Lane saying their goodbyes. And is held captive; Jack’s hand covering her mouth so she can’t even whisper, as he clutches her in a burly embrace. Blind to everything just around the corner, it’s still quite clear what’s happening. Definitely touching and hugging, whispering of sweet-nothings, etc but apparently nothing further. Much to Jack’s delight.
“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?” Lane imparts.
“Well, I was trying to kiss you. I guess you’re not interested.”
“Come on, of course I’m interested. But what if your Dad sees us?”
“One kiss, Lane, jeez. Not making out.”
“I know, but I don’t want to push it. He finally let me back in the house.”
“You were never banished,” Gracie laughs. “And I told you, we talked. Things are okay now. He just worries a lot, that I’m going to get hurt.”
And only as two hopelessly-in-love teenagers can, their doe-y eyes are most certainly locked when Lane professes, “But I love you. I would never hurt you.”
“Exactly,” Gracie whispers. “So shut up and kiss me.”
TBC