Eff Buddies [30 Rock; Jack/Liz]
TITLE: Eff Buddies
PART 2
FANDOM: 30 Rock
PAIRING: Jack/Liz
SPOILERS: Season two, pre-CC
RATING: R
SUMMARY:
*****
This time isn't as weird. Well, after the first few minutes anyway. When they got to Jack's place, right away he'd wanted to talk about what kind of tactics they'd use, until Liz scolded him. "Dude! We're not a football team. If you pull out a playbook, I'm out of here."
Jack had countered with the fact that he'd never had any need for a playbook, and subsequently scolded her for her use of the word 'dude.' "If you'd rather I don't treat this like football practice, then please don't speak to me like one of your teammates. If you pour a bucket of Gatorade on me, I will show you the door."
So they were even. Then, somehow they'd segued into something about quarterback versus tight end, and that was just... weird, so. Liz had grabbed his face and kissed him, and that brings them to the moment they're in now.
Liz has her back against Jack's linen closet and the doorknob is kind of digging into her spine, but... Jack's hands are up her shirt and currently working some kind of voodoo on her bra, because within milliseconds he's pulled it out one of her sleeves. It's really kind of hot. Then they start making their way toward his bedroom and bang into things on each wall here and there. Liz hears a crash and thinks maybe one of his framed pictures fell down, but Jack obviously doesn't care, so neither does she. Besides, pulling away to fix a picture would totally wreck the mood.
Not that there was a mood to this or anything.
Jack's lips hit her neck, and Liz hears this weird noise. It takes until his lips reach her collarbone for her to realize that she had moaned. His hands are working her shirt up until it's bunched under her boobs, and his fingertips feather-lightly dragging down her abdomen makes her shudder. In a good way.
Maybe this time it won't be so bad.
**
It's not. Definitely not. But afterwards is still awkward. This time it's filled with a lot of panting. Still hand-holding, but a lot more panting than last time. And Liz feels all... tingly. She's so not used to it. "So. That was..." She tries really hard not to use the word 'different'... "Better."
She still cringes. But Jack lets out a breathless chuckle, so she supposes that's okay. "I'd hoped so. Lemon, toward the end there you let out this sound. I'm not certain I've ever heard such a primal sound come out of a woman before."
"Oh, you had your elbow on my hair."
"Oh." Jack looks disappointed. "I apologize."
Liz can't help the smile, and smoothes back the hair that got matted to her sweaty (man, she actually broke a sweat this time!) forehead. "Forgiven."
Jack rolls onto his side, his hand sliding across her bare stomach. "Can I ask about what happened when I tried to..." he trails off and raises his eyebrows at her.
"Oh that? Uh, well, I've... I've never had a guy, um... do that before. Or... want to do that. And I just wasn't ready to--"
"Understood."
"It's just that... mouths are for food. Not for, um... that. I think it might feel weird to have your mouth... places, and--" God dammit, she's blushing. In front of Jack. While she's naked. Why not just bring her entire family in here to make things just a little more awkward.
"Wow."
"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" She covers her face and wishes for a hole to open up right under where she's laying.
"No, Lemon. Liz..." Jack pries her hand away from her face and leans over her. "The 'wow' is not you. The 'wow' is amazement over the fact that no one has ever taken the time to open your eyes to new things." He chuckles in a way that kinda makes her want to smack him. "I mean, for God sakes, you didn't even know how sex standing up worked!"
"What? I so did!" She doesn't make a very convincing liar.
"Ah, Lemon." Jack lies back next to her and squeezes her hand. "Next time."
The entire cab ride home then, Liz wonders why she isn't panicked that there will be a next time.
She panics over her non-panicked state for the next three days.
**
"I cannot believe you and Jack had sex! And that you didn't tell me about it!" Jenna hisses at her in her dressing room while she puts her earrings in and checks her hair for the fifteenth time.
"I just didn't think it was important."
From the look on Jenna's face, Liz thinks she might've been ready to throw a shoe at her. "Also! Why did you not tell me that Ethan was gay?! I almost had sex with him, you know!"
Liz raises her eyebrows. "You did. Really."
Jenna tilts her head. "Well... I was planning on it. A few times. But... Ethan was always really tired by the time we'd get done shoe shopping. Or scrapbooking."
Liz rolls her eyes and wonders why she even came in here today. She can't even believe she's admitting this to herself, but... right now, she wishes she were with Jack.
**
"I was thinking tonight, we could try some new things," Jack announces as they enter her apartment.
Liz groans immediately. "Ugh, do we have to? Can't we just have normal, boring sex?"
"Lemon, please don't ever describe my sex as 'boring.' I try to be an attentive, imaginative lover, and--"
"Jack, the next time you use that word and it's not between the words 'meat' and 'pizza,' this is so over."
"Very well. Likewise for calling my lovemaking technique 'boring.' I am anything but a bore between the sheets, Lemon, and if you are wanting me to prove that to you, I shall."
"Don't worry about it. Really." And he wasn't boring. Not in the slightest. Not that she'd ever tell him this. His ego was massive enough and she wasn't about to enable him further.
He helps her take her jacket off and then marches off to the bedroom about as stoically as if he's heading to a business meeting. Liz wonders what she's gotten herself into until about two minutes after they've gotten naked. Because then Jack's hands are on her, and well... it's practically impossible to think when that happens. Which is unfortunate. She normally likes to use sex for heavy-duty, uninterrupted thinking time.
She's so lost in her thoughts about how she has no thoughts that she almost doesn't notice Jack's lips heading toward her abdomen. When he passes her belly button, she starts to sit up. "Jack, um how about we just--"
"Liz, just lie back and relax. I'm not going to hurt you -- I wouldn't dream of hurting you."
It's those words that make Liz lie back and close her eyes. It was oddly... romantic of him. She figures she'll panic about that later. Right now she's worried about how weird this is going to be.
When Jack's lips first touch her, she makes a face and squirms a bit. It's too weird. She should tell him to stop. She'll try handcuffs, schoolgirl fantasies, anything if he'll just stop this.
Then his tongue hits that magic little spot and a gasp escapes without her consent. Okay, so maybe she'll stick this out another thirty seconds. Thirty seconds pass and her head is lolled back deep into the pillows. Her hips have developed a mind (rhythm) of their own and Jack's lips and tongue are driving her to the brink of insanity.
Perhaps he was on to something with this whole 'trying new things' concept. Because this feels... good. Great, even. Had he started with this, maybe that first time wouldn't have been so weird.
"Oh, Jack." Whoa, is that her? As alarming as that thought is, she hopes it was her. If Jack was getting turned on by himself, that would just be way too weird.
"Jack..." It's her alright. And her hips are lifting off the bed, and she almost feels as if she's about to have some sort of epiphany. Then suddenly, her entire body becomes one giant tense muscle and her eyes snap shut, and... are those stars bursting behind her eyelids? Nah, that's nuts.
Before she can even come down off the high he's given her, though, he's inside her and burying his face in her hair, and... whoa. There go those tingles all over again. This is great.
**
She had two in a row that night. Y'know. Epiphanies. Fine, orgasms. Two in a row, four total. It was a pretty good night. They were both so exhausted after all that, they ended up falling asleep together. That next morning, Liz woke up to find herself draped all over Jack.
That was when she had her first major freakout. But then Jack woke up in the middle of her freakout and wordlessly went to the kitchen and made her pancakes, and. Well, the pancakes were damn good.
When she tells Jenna a week later about that last time, and the sleepover, and the freakout and the pancakes, Jenna's convinced they'll be married within the month. Which leaves Liz pondering for the rest of the day exactly why she's still friends with Jenna.
That's also the day that Jenna accidentally (totally on purpose) lets it slip to Pete that "Jack and Liz are totally doing it" and Pete reacts in a surprisingly normal way.
"So you and Jack, huh?" His hands are shoved deep in his pockets in that way he has when he's uncomfortable in a conversation.
"Really, it's nothing." She looks up to watch the floors light up, wishing she was not trapped in an elevator having a conversation she does not want to have.
"Are you guys dating?"
"No, we're definitely not. Trust me." She remembers, because she and Jack already had the 'we're not dating' conversation the morning before, in this very same elevator. After they did it. In this very same elevator. It was a weird conversation to follow elevator sex. "This is just... y'know, whatever. Without the dating."
Pete nods and follows her off the sex elevator when it arrives at their floor. "Oh, okay. Yeah, I get it." Then he grins really big. "So are you guys having a lot of whatever, then?"
Liz glares at him and is left to wonder why Pete and Jenna don't hang out more often.
TBC
{x-posted to jack_liz and 30_rock}
PART 2
FANDOM: 30 Rock
PAIRING: Jack/Liz
SPOILERS: Season two, pre-CC
RATING: R
SUMMARY:
*****
This time isn't as weird. Well, after the first few minutes anyway. When they got to Jack's place, right away he'd wanted to talk about what kind of tactics they'd use, until Liz scolded him. "Dude! We're not a football team. If you pull out a playbook, I'm out of here."
Jack had countered with the fact that he'd never had any need for a playbook, and subsequently scolded her for her use of the word 'dude.' "If you'd rather I don't treat this like football practice, then please don't speak to me like one of your teammates. If you pour a bucket of Gatorade on me, I will show you the door."
So they were even. Then, somehow they'd segued into something about quarterback versus tight end, and that was just... weird, so. Liz had grabbed his face and kissed him, and that brings them to the moment they're in now.
Liz has her back against Jack's linen closet and the doorknob is kind of digging into her spine, but... Jack's hands are up her shirt and currently working some kind of voodoo on her bra, because within milliseconds he's pulled it out one of her sleeves. It's really kind of hot. Then they start making their way toward his bedroom and bang into things on each wall here and there. Liz hears a crash and thinks maybe one of his framed pictures fell down, but Jack obviously doesn't care, so neither does she. Besides, pulling away to fix a picture would totally wreck the mood.
Not that there was a mood to this or anything.
Jack's lips hit her neck, and Liz hears this weird noise. It takes until his lips reach her collarbone for her to realize that she had moaned. His hands are working her shirt up until it's bunched under her boobs, and his fingertips feather-lightly dragging down her abdomen makes her shudder. In a good way.
Maybe this time it won't be so bad.
**
It's not. Definitely not. But afterwards is still awkward. This time it's filled with a lot of panting. Still hand-holding, but a lot more panting than last time. And Liz feels all... tingly. She's so not used to it. "So. That was..." She tries really hard not to use the word 'different'... "Better."
She still cringes. But Jack lets out a breathless chuckle, so she supposes that's okay. "I'd hoped so. Lemon, toward the end there you let out this sound. I'm not certain I've ever heard such a primal sound come out of a woman before."
"Oh, you had your elbow on my hair."
"Oh." Jack looks disappointed. "I apologize."
Liz can't help the smile, and smoothes back the hair that got matted to her sweaty (man, she actually broke a sweat this time!) forehead. "Forgiven."
Jack rolls onto his side, his hand sliding across her bare stomach. "Can I ask about what happened when I tried to..." he trails off and raises his eyebrows at her.
"Oh that? Uh, well, I've... I've never had a guy, um... do that before. Or... want to do that. And I just wasn't ready to--"
"Understood."
"It's just that... mouths are for food. Not for, um... that. I think it might feel weird to have your mouth... places, and--" God dammit, she's blushing. In front of Jack. While she's naked. Why not just bring her entire family in here to make things just a little more awkward.
"Wow."
"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" She covers her face and wishes for a hole to open up right under where she's laying.
"No, Lemon. Liz..." Jack pries her hand away from her face and leans over her. "The 'wow' is not you. The 'wow' is amazement over the fact that no one has ever taken the time to open your eyes to new things." He chuckles in a way that kinda makes her want to smack him. "I mean, for God sakes, you didn't even know how sex standing up worked!"
"What? I so did!" She doesn't make a very convincing liar.
"Ah, Lemon." Jack lies back next to her and squeezes her hand. "Next time."
The entire cab ride home then, Liz wonders why she isn't panicked that there will be a next time.
She panics over her non-panicked state for the next three days.
**
"I cannot believe you and Jack had sex! And that you didn't tell me about it!" Jenna hisses at her in her dressing room while she puts her earrings in and checks her hair for the fifteenth time.
"I just didn't think it was important."
From the look on Jenna's face, Liz thinks she might've been ready to throw a shoe at her. "Also! Why did you not tell me that Ethan was gay?! I almost had sex with him, you know!"
Liz raises her eyebrows. "You did. Really."
Jenna tilts her head. "Well... I was planning on it. A few times. But... Ethan was always really tired by the time we'd get done shoe shopping. Or scrapbooking."
Liz rolls her eyes and wonders why she even came in here today. She can't even believe she's admitting this to herself, but... right now, she wishes she were with Jack.
**
"I was thinking tonight, we could try some new things," Jack announces as they enter her apartment.
Liz groans immediately. "Ugh, do we have to? Can't we just have normal, boring sex?"
"Lemon, please don't ever describe my sex as 'boring.' I try to be an attentive, imaginative lover, and--"
"Jack, the next time you use that word and it's not between the words 'meat' and 'pizza,' this is so over."
"Very well. Likewise for calling my lovemaking technique 'boring.' I am anything but a bore between the sheets, Lemon, and if you are wanting me to prove that to you, I shall."
"Don't worry about it. Really." And he wasn't boring. Not in the slightest. Not that she'd ever tell him this. His ego was massive enough and she wasn't about to enable him further.
He helps her take her jacket off and then marches off to the bedroom about as stoically as if he's heading to a business meeting. Liz wonders what she's gotten herself into until about two minutes after they've gotten naked. Because then Jack's hands are on her, and well... it's practically impossible to think when that happens. Which is unfortunate. She normally likes to use sex for heavy-duty, uninterrupted thinking time.
She's so lost in her thoughts about how she has no thoughts that she almost doesn't notice Jack's lips heading toward her abdomen. When he passes her belly button, she starts to sit up. "Jack, um how about we just--"
"Liz, just lie back and relax. I'm not going to hurt you -- I wouldn't dream of hurting you."
It's those words that make Liz lie back and close her eyes. It was oddly... romantic of him. She figures she'll panic about that later. Right now she's worried about how weird this is going to be.
When Jack's lips first touch her, she makes a face and squirms a bit. It's too weird. She should tell him to stop. She'll try handcuffs, schoolgirl fantasies, anything if he'll just stop this.
Then his tongue hits that magic little spot and a gasp escapes without her consent. Okay, so maybe she'll stick this out another thirty seconds. Thirty seconds pass and her head is lolled back deep into the pillows. Her hips have developed a mind (rhythm) of their own and Jack's lips and tongue are driving her to the brink of insanity.
Perhaps he was on to something with this whole 'trying new things' concept. Because this feels... good. Great, even. Had he started with this, maybe that first time wouldn't have been so weird.
"Oh, Jack." Whoa, is that her? As alarming as that thought is, she hopes it was her. If Jack was getting turned on by himself, that would just be way too weird.
"Jack..." It's her alright. And her hips are lifting off the bed, and she almost feels as if she's about to have some sort of epiphany. Then suddenly, her entire body becomes one giant tense muscle and her eyes snap shut, and... are those stars bursting behind her eyelids? Nah, that's nuts.
Before she can even come down off the high he's given her, though, he's inside her and burying his face in her hair, and... whoa. There go those tingles all over again. This is great.
**
She had two in a row that night. Y'know. Epiphanies. Fine, orgasms. Two in a row, four total. It was a pretty good night. They were both so exhausted after all that, they ended up falling asleep together. That next morning, Liz woke up to find herself draped all over Jack.
That was when she had her first major freakout. But then Jack woke up in the middle of her freakout and wordlessly went to the kitchen and made her pancakes, and. Well, the pancakes were damn good.
When she tells Jenna a week later about that last time, and the sleepover, and the freakout and the pancakes, Jenna's convinced they'll be married within the month. Which leaves Liz pondering for the rest of the day exactly why she's still friends with Jenna.
That's also the day that Jenna accidentally (totally on purpose) lets it slip to Pete that "Jack and Liz are totally doing it" and Pete reacts in a surprisingly normal way.
"So you and Jack, huh?" His hands are shoved deep in his pockets in that way he has when he's uncomfortable in a conversation.
"Really, it's nothing." She looks up to watch the floors light up, wishing she was not trapped in an elevator having a conversation she does not want to have.
"Are you guys dating?"
"No, we're definitely not. Trust me." She remembers, because she and Jack already had the 'we're not dating' conversation the morning before, in this very same elevator. After they did it. In this very same elevator. It was a weird conversation to follow elevator sex. "This is just... y'know, whatever. Without the dating."
Pete nods and follows her off the sex elevator when it arrives at their floor. "Oh, okay. Yeah, I get it." Then he grins really big. "So are you guys having a lot of whatever, then?"
Liz glares at him and is left to wonder why Pete and Jenna don't hang out more often.
TBC
{x-posted to jack_liz and 30_rock}