Sneak Attack (Jack/Liz), Gasp
Title: Sneak Attack
Author: stamatina_rae
Challenge: lover100
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Genre: het
Table: C
Prompt: #93, Gasp
Rating: R/NC-17
Spoilers: through Season 5
Word Count: ~ 930
Summary: Surprise! (Part 1 of 2, maybe 3)
Feedback/comments always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Don't sue.
Jack's mouth goes for her breasts. He moves between the two, drawing her nipples to his lips like a vise, one at a time; licking, sucking, moaning against her flesh. Each time he switches sides, Liz gasps out his name, and it's incredibly arousing. Her hands sweep through his hair, her hips buck in time with his, creating rhythmic pulses of pleasure that peak each time their bodies collide. He's repressing his own moans to hear hers better. A moan more lustful, more lascivious than previously. Liz has been insatiable for weeks. At least two, sometimes three, times a day she's been initiating sex. She can't keep her hands off him. Not that he minds in the least.
Tonight, like nearly every other night the last few weeks, after he and Liddy read a story and he puts her to bed, he and Liz are free to take full advantage of their time alone. Quickies in the shower, in the car on the way to-and-fro work, or over Liz's lunch break, are for the light of day. When foreplay and complete nudity often become necessary causalities due to time constraints. At night, time is no longer of the essence. He can explore all of her. Touch her, taste her, give her the release she so desperately craves. They can make love as long and as passionately as they desire.
That passionate pleasure surges through him as he moves within her. She's getting wetter and tighter around him, racing towards climax. But something catches his eye, something moving in the doorway, and he's suddenly forced to stop. Like a deer caught in headlights, he can't move, can't immediately decide what to do.
"Oh, God, don't stop. Don't stop, Jack."
"Um...Liz?" he whispers.
Liz doesn't hear him over the sounds of her own labored breathing. Her head lulling back and forth, her voice strained, she pleads further, "Don't stop. Keep going."
Normally, with Liz in such a state, so aroused, so ripe, the absolute last thing he would do is stop. He leans further forward, to speak directly into her ear. "Liz! Liddy's awake. She's in here, right over by the door."
Liz instantly freezes. "What?!"
Jack whispers hoarsely, "Stop! Do not freak out! If we don't freak out, she won't freak out. Just grab the sheets and follow my lead."
His burly arms slide underneath her. She reaches out, grabs a fistful of Egyptian cotton in each hand. He sits back on the mattress, taking Liz with him, holding her tight to his chest. Liddy retreats a few steps back into the hallway, away from the now fully open bedroom door. Liz is white knuckling the sheets to obscure most of their nakedness, and hides her face against his neck.
"Liddy, honey?" At the sound of her name, Liddy comes back into the doorway, clutching a multitude of stuffed animals. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
"I'm awake, Daddy."
"Yes, you most certainly are. But it's very late, baby. Why aren't you sleeping?"
Liddy offers no explanation.
An agonized whisper in his ear, Liz immediately assumes, "Oh God, we were so loud we woke her up."
Jack swallows hard, trying to figure out their next move. "Okay...well...uh...do you want to read another story?" Liddy nods. "Well then, why don't you go pick out a book and I'll be right there. Okay, baby?"
"Mama Liz," Liddy says softly. Then points, says much louder, "Mama Liz story!"
"Oh, you want Mama Liz to read you a story?"
Liddy nods vigorously.
Liz plays it as cool as she can. "Okay, sweetie, go choose a book and we'll read it together in your room." Satisfied, Liddy scampers off. Liz instantly collapses down on the bed, frantic with guilt. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! How long was she standing there?! Oh my God, what did we do?! She's going to be scarred for life!"
Jack pulls her hands away from her face, searches for the shark eyes he adores, now on the verge of tears. "No, she's not. Liz, look at me. She's fine. She's two. She doesn't even understand what she saw."
"Yeah but she's like ridiculous crazy smart, Jack."
"Yes, she is. About letters and colors and animals. And the basics of capitalism and the financial markets. But she doesn't have the first clue about sex, Lemon."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," he chuckles. "Now come on, get dressed."
"Oh jeez, yeah. Hurry up before she comes back." Liz dives for her t-shirt, yanks it over her head. "Where's my underwear?"
Jack throws the bedding about. "I don't know. I tossed them somewhere." Liddy's approaching footsteps echo down the hallway. "Here, put mine on."
Liz rips the boxer shorts from his hand and gets them on just in time. Jack stays put under the covers until Liz picks up Liddy and hightails it out of the room.
By the time he's dressed and physically “composed” enough to join them, Liddy is nearly asleep in Liz's lap as she reads to her. To no one's surprise the chosen book is "Baby On the Way". All three of them know it virtually by heart by now. Liddy's been utterly transfixed with each and every page since they told her the previous week she’s going to be a big sister. And when the story is done, she kisses Daddy, Mama Liz AND her baby brother goodnight. You'd have to be made of stone not to melt at the sight of her kissing Liz's growing baby bump. Jack stays with Liddy, rubbing her back gently, until she falls asleep.
TBC