Being A Donaghy [30 Rock; Jack/Liz]
TITLE: Being A Donaghy
CHAPTER 23: Like Nothing Ever Happened
FANDOM: 30 Rock
PAIRING: Jack/Liz
SPOILERS: Through "Corporate Crush"
RATING: PG
SUMMARY:
*****
"Liz! Will you tell Pete he cannot put me in another 'Dancing with the Bears' sketch? I thought Lutz wanted 'Dancing with the Hobos' anyway."
"Liz, tell Jenna that the sketch was a hit the last time! And you know nobody wants to see 'Dancing with the Hobos.' Bears are funnier! Much funnier. Liz?"
"Liz, are you even listening to us? Liz!"
Liz startled when her name was shouted, finally coming out of her reverie to see her two best friends staring at her from in front of her desk. "Oh. Hi."
"What is the matter with you?" Pete wanted to know.
"Yeah," Jenna chimed in. "A little bit ago you were floating around, grinning like an idiot! An idiot that had just gotten laid. What gives?"
Liz said nothing; merely slid the manila envelope across the desk to Jenna and Pete.
Pete grabbed it first. "Oh hey, annulment papers. Guess this means you're finally free, right?" He chuckled.
Meanwhile, Jenna cast sympathetic eyes on Liz. "Honey, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
"Is she okay?" Pete balked. "Liz, isn't this what you wanted from the second you accepted his proposal?"
"Yeah, but..." She trailed off, and looked to Jenna for help.
Jenna easily filled in, "But now Jack has said the L-word and they've slept together. So, Liz just might have a problem."
Pete made a face. "Okay, glossing right over the fact that you slept with Jack, um..." He squinted. "Aren't you supposed to get divorced, now? You can't get an annulment if you've--"
"Jack said he'd be willing to pretend it never happened," Liz replied, "if I am."
Jenna's eyes widened at that. "Oh, God."
"I shouldn't be mad about this, right? I shouldn't be... I mean... Jack and I aren't, y'know... we're just..."
Pete glanced to Jenna. "Do you know what the ends of those sentences are? Because I don't."
Liz yanked the papers back from him and ignored his indignant shout about paper cuts. She slammed the papers down on her desk angrily. "How dare he! You know, it's been nothing but a rollercoaster ever since this stupid thing started! First he proposes, then he acts like he's in love with me. Then, he says he's not. He does all kinds of sweet things for me, he tells me he cares about me... then he tells me he loves me... he sleeps with me -- five times! -- and then he just wants to pretend like nothing ever happened?! What the hell?!"
Gently, Jenna pointed out, "Honey, you've never given him any indication of how you might be feeling."
"So?"
Pete sat down beside Jenna, across from Liz's desk, and joined in. "So, Liz, for all he knows, you're still wanting out of this. He doesn't know your feelings might've changed." Pete ducked his head, trying to recapture her gaze. "Have they changed?"
"I... I don't..." Liz started twisting her ring on her finger.
Jenna rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated exclamation through gritted teeth, fed up with her friend's blatant denial of the obvious. "Come ON, Liz! It's been two months! There is no way you can sit there and tell us that you have no idea how you feel. You know exactly how you feel about Jack, and it's about time you face it head-on. Say it!"
"Fine! I love him!" Liz spat out, almost angrily. "Are you happy?"
Jenna smiled, calmly. "Yes, actually." She sat back down.
Liz covered her eyes and groaned. "He is the most infuriating man I have ever met." She grimaced as she mentioned, "He still giggles at animal shows like a six-year-old." She sighed and rubbed her hand over her eyes. "He actually owns not one, but two pairs of glow-in-the-dark dress socks, and he can't make so much as one decision when I'm not right there with him. He hovers around me constantly and showers me with compliments -- which aren't so insulting anymore, and that's actually kinda nice-- and he generally makes me feel good about myself which is really weird especially with how we first started out, but... dammit, I love him."
She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling quite the headache coming on. Was that the natural physical reaction to letting all of that stuff out of her head finally? "He's not the guy I wanted to end up with -- not even close. Looking at him, you wouldn't even think he'd be a halfway decent husband, but... he is. And he's mine." Liz jabbed herself in the chest emphatically. "He is my husband."
Before Jenna or Pete could interject with so much as one syllable, Liz had jumped up from her chair and was now pacing behind her desk. "And now he's just wanting to erase everything! Like it never happened! Because that's what an annulment is, right? It wipes away the marriage like it never even happened. Like he hasn't spent the last couple months driving me out of my mind."
"Talk to him," Jenna told her, eyeing her warily as if she might attack with one wrong word spoken. "Talk to him and tell him what you're thinking... what you're feeling. He probably has no idea. Right Pete?" She smacked her cohort.
Pete nodded immediately. "Yeah. Yeah, he probably has no idea. Guys are idiots."
Liz sighed, finally looking like she'd calmed down considerably. Jenna raised her eyebrows at her. "So... are you gonna go talk to him?"
She shook her head and folded her arms across her chest. "Not right now I'm not. I might smack him if I see him right now. I mean... how dare he?!"
Jenna nodded and slowly rose to her feet, pulling Pete up with her. "Okay. Just... you don't need to go over that again. Just get through the rest of the day, and talk to him later. Breathe."
Liz nodded her agreement, and took a deep breath, blowing it out through pursed lips. "Alright. I'm okay."
Jenna and Pete, still eyeing her warily, started for the door, waving meekly at her over their shoulders.
Just before they disappeared around the corner, Liz shouted after them, "And Pete, no more 'Dancing with the Bears'! Or hobos! It's ridiculous."
*****
"Ah yes, here we are. Thank you, sir. If you could bring my wife and I a bottle of your best champagne then, please and thank you."
Liz tried her best to smile as Jack pulled her chair out for her, and then pushed it in gentlemanly once she had sat down. Her eyes followed him as he moved around to his side of their candlelit table for two, smiling at her. A waiter was quick to rush over and fill their glasses with champagne, and Jack raised his in a toast while Liz contemplated just gulping hers down.
Still, she indulged him, and raised her glass as well.
"To getting what we want," he toasted with a smile. He clinked his glass against Liz's, then took a sip of his champagne.
Liz followed suit, feigning a smile at him before completely draining her champagne glass. "So this is what you've wanted all along, huh? Just your microwaves back."
"Liz, you knew that the moment you accepted my proposal." He leaned halfway across the table, dropping his voice. "What is the matter with you?"
"What is the matter with you?" she shot back, bitterness taking over. "You're just... wiping all of this away? Like it never happened?"
"I thought that was what you wanted," he replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. His face was all innocence, and it kinda made Liz want to smack him just a little.
Okay, a lot. "So now you're telling me what I want," she grumbled. All of her anger and frustration and confusion was piling up inside of her, spilling out like that unstoppable word vomit. And she could tell Jack was completely bewildered by it.
Especially when he shook his head and admitted, "I don't understand what's happening, here."
Rather than continue the fight, Liz just screamed frustratedly through gritted teeth and grabbed her purse, marching for the door. There was no way she could sit through an entire "celebration" dinner with him, pretending to be happy, when her emotions were threatening to pull her in fifty directions at once. She would not have that kind of meltdown in public.
She threw her arm up to hail a cab, and was surprisingly able to flag one down. Just as it rolled to a stop, her arm was yanked down, and Jack spun her to face him. "What are you doing, Lemon?"
"I'm getting out of here. I can't be around you right now." She reached for the door handle of the cab, but he pulled her back.
"Let's go home and discuss this. Please..." He pulled out his blackberry and sent a message to his driver to pick them up. "Just... wait here, please. Let me go pay for our champagne and we'll go home."
Liz really wanted to scream in frustration again. Or maybe throw her purse at Jack. But the desperation on his face kept her there; she stayed while he ran in (literally -- he ran) to pay their bill. And when the limo pulled up, she let Jack open the door for her and guide her in. She fumed silently the rest of the way home.
*****
"Okay..." Jack guided her inside with his hand on her back, sounding awfully wary of her like she might cut him or something. "Now, why don't you tell me what's going on."
"How could you?!" she blurted, spinning around and throwing her hands up.
Jack's eyes widened at her briefly, and he remained near the door with his hands in his pockets. He pursed his lips and asked, "How could I... what?"
"After everything, after last night especially, you give me these--" she slapped the manila envelope down on the couch, "and tell me you want to pretend like it never happened? How could you?!"
"Lemon..." He approached slowly. She'd never seen Jack scared (of a woman) before. It was kind of an interesting sight. If she'd been in a lighter frame of mind, she might've even enjoyed it. "You made it clear since the beginning that this was only a favor, so I could get my microwave division back." He now stood toe-to-toe with her. "You've always been adamant in wanting out of this as soon as possible."
"Yeah, well...!" Liz trailed off and looked down at the papers. She stared at them a moment, biting her lip before looking up at Jack again.
He nodded at them. "There's your out."
Liz followed his gaze to the glaringly-white annulment papers again, lying face up with Jack's signature already neatly scrawled... testing her. She met his eyes and took a breath, feeling herself start to calm. Just a little. "And what do you want, Jack? Do you want out?"
"Well," he huffed, "to be perfectly honest, Lemon, you're nothing like the kind of woman I always wanted to end up with. I wanted someone poised, sophisticated, worldly..."
Liz rolled her eyes. "Thanks. Where's a pen?"
Jack slid his hand around her upper arm before she could go far, pulling her back to meet his gaze again. "But... I've never met a woman who challenges me like you do. Those worldly, sophisticated women? They're a bore, Lemon. An absolute bore. Nothing more than an arm-charm, and I'm past the point of needing one of those. I need a woman that will irritate me on a semi-daily basis; someone that will call me out on the things I'm doing wrong. I need a woman who I can show my funny animal videos to without her thinking I'm insane. A woman that might even be able to beat me in the stress-eating department."
Liz couldn't help but smirk at this and roll her eyes, planting her hands on her hips.
Jack continued. "I need a woman I can get along with, and that I can be around for extended periods of time without growing mind-numbingly bored. You've never bored me, Lemon."
A genuine smile plucked at her lips, but Liz was able to suppress it.
"But this is not about what I want, or what I need." He nodded at her. "This is about you. I want you to be happy. Liz, when I inadvertently admitted my feelings for you... those feelings were genuine. However confused they've made me, they're there. I love you and I want you to be happy." He gave a slight nod toward the papers again. "I thought those would've made you happy."
"They would have," she agreed, quietly, staring at the papers and unconsciously drifting closer to Jack. She didn't even blink, or flinch, when his hands closed around her waist. It was too familiar a sensation to be startling anymore. She leaned against him and looked up at him, jabbing him in the chest. "Because believe me, bucko, you're not the kind of guy I wanted to end up with, either! I was looking for... some kind of a hot 'Star Wars' freak."
"That's frightening."
Liz laughed, and Jack laughed, too. After a moment, she sighed and reached for the papers, tearing them in half as she told Jack, "I'm not signing these." She grinned almost devilishly. "If you wanna get rid of me, you'd better be prepared for a fight... because like it or not, I've somehow come to love you back."
She watched in amusement as his eyes widened. She'd never seen them get that wide. "You... what?"
She rolled her eyes at him, and grabbed him by the back of the neck, dragging him down to her and murmuring against his lips with a smile, "Against my better judgment, Jack, I love you too."
Then she kissed him. She wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed the hell out of him. And he gathered her up, held her against him, and started backing with her toward the bedroom. All the way down the hall, they continually bumped into various sections of the wall, on each side, laughing every time like a couple of drunken teenagers.
Halfway to the bedroom, Jack pinned his wife to the wall and kissed down her cheek and jawline. "You know they say when you meet 'The One,' Lemon, you know it in the first twenty-four hours."
"Is that so?" she teased. "Well, in the first twenty-four hours we met, Jack, I knew that you would always kinda annoy me."
"Ah. Not as sentimental as my own thoughts on that day, but I'll take it."
"So what did you think in the first twenty-four hours, Jack?"
"Well, Lemon... let's just say when you glared at me on your way out of our first meeting, and that chunk of plaster fell on your head... I was enchanted." He grinned at her and ran his finger across her bottom lip. "I had an inkling I'd be forever yearning to understand you."
Liz rolled her eyes, though inwardly she was melting. Kind of. Just a little bit. Not that she'd ever tell him. "Are we going to bed or not?"
"It's six o'clock."
Liz raised her eyebrows pointedly and started dragging her husband toward the bedroom by his tie.
Jack, ever the quick one, caught on. "Oh, yes, of course. Bed. That's a good idea, it's getting late."
Liz laughed and yanked him inside, slamming the door behind them.
TBC
{x-posted to 30_rock and jack_liz}
CHAPTER 23: Like Nothing Ever Happened
FANDOM: 30 Rock
PAIRING: Jack/Liz
SPOILERS: Through "Corporate Crush"
RATING: PG
SUMMARY:
*****
"Liz! Will you tell Pete he cannot put me in another 'Dancing with the Bears' sketch? I thought Lutz wanted 'Dancing with the Hobos' anyway."
"Liz, tell Jenna that the sketch was a hit the last time! And you know nobody wants to see 'Dancing with the Hobos.' Bears are funnier! Much funnier. Liz?"
"Liz, are you even listening to us? Liz!"
Liz startled when her name was shouted, finally coming out of her reverie to see her two best friends staring at her from in front of her desk. "Oh. Hi."
"What is the matter with you?" Pete wanted to know.
"Yeah," Jenna chimed in. "A little bit ago you were floating around, grinning like an idiot! An idiot that had just gotten laid. What gives?"
Liz said nothing; merely slid the manila envelope across the desk to Jenna and Pete.
Pete grabbed it first. "Oh hey, annulment papers. Guess this means you're finally free, right?" He chuckled.
Meanwhile, Jenna cast sympathetic eyes on Liz. "Honey, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
"Is she okay?" Pete balked. "Liz, isn't this what you wanted from the second you accepted his proposal?"
"Yeah, but..." She trailed off, and looked to Jenna for help.
Jenna easily filled in, "But now Jack has said the L-word and they've slept together. So, Liz just might have a problem."
Pete made a face. "Okay, glossing right over the fact that you slept with Jack, um..." He squinted. "Aren't you supposed to get divorced, now? You can't get an annulment if you've--"
"Jack said he'd be willing to pretend it never happened," Liz replied, "if I am."
Jenna's eyes widened at that. "Oh, God."
"I shouldn't be mad about this, right? I shouldn't be... I mean... Jack and I aren't, y'know... we're just..."
Pete glanced to Jenna. "Do you know what the ends of those sentences are? Because I don't."
Liz yanked the papers back from him and ignored his indignant shout about paper cuts. She slammed the papers down on her desk angrily. "How dare he! You know, it's been nothing but a rollercoaster ever since this stupid thing started! First he proposes, then he acts like he's in love with me. Then, he says he's not. He does all kinds of sweet things for me, he tells me he cares about me... then he tells me he loves me... he sleeps with me -- five times! -- and then he just wants to pretend like nothing ever happened?! What the hell?!"
Gently, Jenna pointed out, "Honey, you've never given him any indication of how you might be feeling."
"So?"
Pete sat down beside Jenna, across from Liz's desk, and joined in. "So, Liz, for all he knows, you're still wanting out of this. He doesn't know your feelings might've changed." Pete ducked his head, trying to recapture her gaze. "Have they changed?"
"I... I don't..." Liz started twisting her ring on her finger.
Jenna rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated exclamation through gritted teeth, fed up with her friend's blatant denial of the obvious. "Come ON, Liz! It's been two months! There is no way you can sit there and tell us that you have no idea how you feel. You know exactly how you feel about Jack, and it's about time you face it head-on. Say it!"
"Fine! I love him!" Liz spat out, almost angrily. "Are you happy?"
Jenna smiled, calmly. "Yes, actually." She sat back down.
Liz covered her eyes and groaned. "He is the most infuriating man I have ever met." She grimaced as she mentioned, "He still giggles at animal shows like a six-year-old." She sighed and rubbed her hand over her eyes. "He actually owns not one, but two pairs of glow-in-the-dark dress socks, and he can't make so much as one decision when I'm not right there with him. He hovers around me constantly and showers me with compliments -- which aren't so insulting anymore, and that's actually kinda nice-- and he generally makes me feel good about myself which is really weird especially with how we first started out, but... dammit, I love him."
She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling quite the headache coming on. Was that the natural physical reaction to letting all of that stuff out of her head finally? "He's not the guy I wanted to end up with -- not even close. Looking at him, you wouldn't even think he'd be a halfway decent husband, but... he is. And he's mine." Liz jabbed herself in the chest emphatically. "He is my husband."
Before Jenna or Pete could interject with so much as one syllable, Liz had jumped up from her chair and was now pacing behind her desk. "And now he's just wanting to erase everything! Like it never happened! Because that's what an annulment is, right? It wipes away the marriage like it never even happened. Like he hasn't spent the last couple months driving me out of my mind."
"Talk to him," Jenna told her, eyeing her warily as if she might attack with one wrong word spoken. "Talk to him and tell him what you're thinking... what you're feeling. He probably has no idea. Right Pete?" She smacked her cohort.
Pete nodded immediately. "Yeah. Yeah, he probably has no idea. Guys are idiots."
Liz sighed, finally looking like she'd calmed down considerably. Jenna raised her eyebrows at her. "So... are you gonna go talk to him?"
She shook her head and folded her arms across her chest. "Not right now I'm not. I might smack him if I see him right now. I mean... how dare he?!"
Jenna nodded and slowly rose to her feet, pulling Pete up with her. "Okay. Just... you don't need to go over that again. Just get through the rest of the day, and talk to him later. Breathe."
Liz nodded her agreement, and took a deep breath, blowing it out through pursed lips. "Alright. I'm okay."
Jenna and Pete, still eyeing her warily, started for the door, waving meekly at her over their shoulders.
Just before they disappeared around the corner, Liz shouted after them, "And Pete, no more 'Dancing with the Bears'! Or hobos! It's ridiculous."
*****
"Ah yes, here we are. Thank you, sir. If you could bring my wife and I a bottle of your best champagne then, please and thank you."
Liz tried her best to smile as Jack pulled her chair out for her, and then pushed it in gentlemanly once she had sat down. Her eyes followed him as he moved around to his side of their candlelit table for two, smiling at her. A waiter was quick to rush over and fill their glasses with champagne, and Jack raised his in a toast while Liz contemplated just gulping hers down.
Still, she indulged him, and raised her glass as well.
"To getting what we want," he toasted with a smile. He clinked his glass against Liz's, then took a sip of his champagne.
Liz followed suit, feigning a smile at him before completely draining her champagne glass. "So this is what you've wanted all along, huh? Just your microwaves back."
"Liz, you knew that the moment you accepted my proposal." He leaned halfway across the table, dropping his voice. "What is the matter with you?"
"What is the matter with you?" she shot back, bitterness taking over. "You're just... wiping all of this away? Like it never happened?"
"I thought that was what you wanted," he replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. His face was all innocence, and it kinda made Liz want to smack him just a little.
Okay, a lot. "So now you're telling me what I want," she grumbled. All of her anger and frustration and confusion was piling up inside of her, spilling out like that unstoppable word vomit. And she could tell Jack was completely bewildered by it.
Especially when he shook his head and admitted, "I don't understand what's happening, here."
Rather than continue the fight, Liz just screamed frustratedly through gritted teeth and grabbed her purse, marching for the door. There was no way she could sit through an entire "celebration" dinner with him, pretending to be happy, when her emotions were threatening to pull her in fifty directions at once. She would not have that kind of meltdown in public.
She threw her arm up to hail a cab, and was surprisingly able to flag one down. Just as it rolled to a stop, her arm was yanked down, and Jack spun her to face him. "What are you doing, Lemon?"
"I'm getting out of here. I can't be around you right now." She reached for the door handle of the cab, but he pulled her back.
"Let's go home and discuss this. Please..." He pulled out his blackberry and sent a message to his driver to pick them up. "Just... wait here, please. Let me go pay for our champagne and we'll go home."
Liz really wanted to scream in frustration again. Or maybe throw her purse at Jack. But the desperation on his face kept her there; she stayed while he ran in (literally -- he ran) to pay their bill. And when the limo pulled up, she let Jack open the door for her and guide her in. She fumed silently the rest of the way home.
*****
"Okay..." Jack guided her inside with his hand on her back, sounding awfully wary of her like she might cut him or something. "Now, why don't you tell me what's going on."
"How could you?!" she blurted, spinning around and throwing her hands up.
Jack's eyes widened at her briefly, and he remained near the door with his hands in his pockets. He pursed his lips and asked, "How could I... what?"
"After everything, after last night especially, you give me these--" she slapped the manila envelope down on the couch, "and tell me you want to pretend like it never happened? How could you?!"
"Lemon..." He approached slowly. She'd never seen Jack scared (of a woman) before. It was kind of an interesting sight. If she'd been in a lighter frame of mind, she might've even enjoyed it. "You made it clear since the beginning that this was only a favor, so I could get my microwave division back." He now stood toe-to-toe with her. "You've always been adamant in wanting out of this as soon as possible."
"Yeah, well...!" Liz trailed off and looked down at the papers. She stared at them a moment, biting her lip before looking up at Jack again.
He nodded at them. "There's your out."
Liz followed his gaze to the glaringly-white annulment papers again, lying face up with Jack's signature already neatly scrawled... testing her. She met his eyes and took a breath, feeling herself start to calm. Just a little. "And what do you want, Jack? Do you want out?"
"Well," he huffed, "to be perfectly honest, Lemon, you're nothing like the kind of woman I always wanted to end up with. I wanted someone poised, sophisticated, worldly..."
Liz rolled her eyes. "Thanks. Where's a pen?"
Jack slid his hand around her upper arm before she could go far, pulling her back to meet his gaze again. "But... I've never met a woman who challenges me like you do. Those worldly, sophisticated women? They're a bore, Lemon. An absolute bore. Nothing more than an arm-charm, and I'm past the point of needing one of those. I need a woman that will irritate me on a semi-daily basis; someone that will call me out on the things I'm doing wrong. I need a woman who I can show my funny animal videos to without her thinking I'm insane. A woman that might even be able to beat me in the stress-eating department."
Liz couldn't help but smirk at this and roll her eyes, planting her hands on her hips.
Jack continued. "I need a woman I can get along with, and that I can be around for extended periods of time without growing mind-numbingly bored. You've never bored me, Lemon."
A genuine smile plucked at her lips, but Liz was able to suppress it.
"But this is not about what I want, or what I need." He nodded at her. "This is about you. I want you to be happy. Liz, when I inadvertently admitted my feelings for you... those feelings were genuine. However confused they've made me, they're there. I love you and I want you to be happy." He gave a slight nod toward the papers again. "I thought those would've made you happy."
"They would have," she agreed, quietly, staring at the papers and unconsciously drifting closer to Jack. She didn't even blink, or flinch, when his hands closed around her waist. It was too familiar a sensation to be startling anymore. She leaned against him and looked up at him, jabbing him in the chest. "Because believe me, bucko, you're not the kind of guy I wanted to end up with, either! I was looking for... some kind of a hot 'Star Wars' freak."
"That's frightening."
Liz laughed, and Jack laughed, too. After a moment, she sighed and reached for the papers, tearing them in half as she told Jack, "I'm not signing these." She grinned almost devilishly. "If you wanna get rid of me, you'd better be prepared for a fight... because like it or not, I've somehow come to love you back."
She watched in amusement as his eyes widened. She'd never seen them get that wide. "You... what?"
She rolled her eyes at him, and grabbed him by the back of the neck, dragging him down to her and murmuring against his lips with a smile, "Against my better judgment, Jack, I love you too."
Then she kissed him. She wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed the hell out of him. And he gathered her up, held her against him, and started backing with her toward the bedroom. All the way down the hall, they continually bumped into various sections of the wall, on each side, laughing every time like a couple of drunken teenagers.
Halfway to the bedroom, Jack pinned his wife to the wall and kissed down her cheek and jawline. "You know they say when you meet 'The One,' Lemon, you know it in the first twenty-four hours."
"Is that so?" she teased. "Well, in the first twenty-four hours we met, Jack, I knew that you would always kinda annoy me."
"Ah. Not as sentimental as my own thoughts on that day, but I'll take it."
"So what did you think in the first twenty-four hours, Jack?"
"Well, Lemon... let's just say when you glared at me on your way out of our first meeting, and that chunk of plaster fell on your head... I was enchanted." He grinned at her and ran his finger across her bottom lip. "I had an inkling I'd be forever yearning to understand you."
Liz rolled her eyes, though inwardly she was melting. Kind of. Just a little bit. Not that she'd ever tell him. "Are we going to bed or not?"
"It's six o'clock."
Liz raised her eyebrows pointedly and started dragging her husband toward the bedroom by his tie.
Jack, ever the quick one, caught on. "Oh, yes, of course. Bed. That's a good idea, it's getting late."
Liz laughed and yanked him inside, slamming the door behind them.
TBC
{x-posted to 30_rock and jack_liz}