Successful First Dates [30 Rock; Jack/Liz]
TITLE: Successful First Dates
FANDOM: 30 Rock
PAIRING: Jack/Liz
NOTES: thoughtsicles prompt: rental car
SPOILERS: Season three
RATING: R
SUMMARY:
*****
It's fall when Jack finally gets up the courage to ask Liz out on a date. When she says 'yes,' he's so overjoyed that he decides to do something incredibly romantic. So he rents a car and tells her he'll be taking her upstate to see the leaves change. He makes sure to compliment her on her chosen outfit (which he truly does appreciate -- jeans and a low-cut red tee shirt, both of which hug her form enticingly) and her straightened hair, making a mental note to compliment her more often when he sees the way she smiles at him. Upon arriving upstate, Jack parks at the top of a hill overlooking a small suburb. An oak tree looms somewhere above the car, and the suburbs below are painted with lovely shades of red, orange, and yellow.
He watches the smile on her face as they sit there together in comfortable silence, taking in the beauty. "I have to admit, Jack," she says after some time has passed, "I didn't expect this from you."
"No?" He quirks an eyebrow, interest piqued.
Lemon looks over at him and tilts her head in a slightly-apologetic manner. "Well, I mean, you're just so..." she gestures to him. "Dapper. You wear suits."
"I'm not wearing one right now." No, today called for casual wear, which he dons on rare occasions. Khakis and a button-down shirt were what he considered casual.
"Well, no, but you know what I mean. You seem more the type to take a girl out to dinner and buy her flowers. You know, the wine 'em and dine 'em type."
"Ah." He chuckles slightly.
"It's not a bad thing, really!"
He senses she's close to saying that 'blerg' expletive she uses liberally, so he takes her hand. Squeezes it. "Lemon, it's alright. I understand."
"I'm having a nice time, though," she assures him, squeezing his hand back. "I'm glad you brought me up here."
"As am I." He smiles back at her and a silence falls over them... that unique kind of silence that leaves a perfect window of opportunity for a kiss.
Jack searches his partner's eyes, those intense brown eyes that had him so captivated from the beginning, and -- sensing no imminent rejection -- he tilts his head and leans across the console for a kiss.
Liz meets him halfway and their lips brush in just a feather touch, just a test... then again, a little firmer. When they break apart, she's smiling at him again. She bites down on her lower lip softly and Jack wants to groan at the sight.
What she says next nearly kills him - in a wonderful way. "You know what I've never done before?"
"What's that?" He watches her lips.
That soft smile turns into an almost wicked (wicked? Lemon? Really?) grin as she answers, "I've never made out in a car before."
Putting aside his dismay at her sexual naiveté, he instead quirks an eyebrow. "Really?" He glances out at the suburbs below, everything around them growing dark. "Care to give it a try?"
When she doesn't respond, he looks over at her and finds her just nodding at him, staring at his lips. It's that look that snaps something in him -- she must be as eager for this as he -- and he cups the back of her head, pulling her in for a breath-stealing kiss. Mid-kiss, Lemon unbuckles her safety belt and starts to crawl across the console. He helps her, hauls her into his lap so she sits astride him, and turns on the radio, to what is obviously a preset 80s lite rock station.
A Foreigner song is the first to play, the singer wailing about wanting to know what love is just as Liz stuffs her hands through Jack's hair. He slides his hands up her denim-clad thighs, over the aesthetically-pleasing swell of her hips (he's always loved her hips) and under the hem of her shirt.
As his hands start to slide up the soft skin of her back, she breaks the kiss with a laugh. "Whoa, hold on a second there, buddy! What're you doing?"
He rests his hands on the clasp of her bra, quirking an eyebrow. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Jack," she chuckles, head thrown back (probably in exasperation, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to kiss her neck). "This is our first date, and you're trying to get my clothes off."
"Well to be perfectly honest, Lemon, I've been wanting to see you sans clothing for months now."
"What?" She looks genuinely surprised by this. Had she not noticed? "No you haven't."
"I think I, more than anyone, know how I feel, and I can assure you that I have, in fact, felt that way for months."
He watches her eyebrows go up, and she tucks some of that straightened thick hair behind her ear. "Wow. I, uh... had no idea."
He just smiles and untucks the hair she's just tucked. "I know."
Then they're kissing again, so he assumes she's okay with his admission, though he remains uncertain as to how she feels about clothing removal. To be safe for the moment, he lets his hands drift back down to her hips. A woman like Liz Lemon needs slow seduction anyway.
Foreigner drifts into an Eric Carmen song (if memory serves him correctly, it's that one from the Patrick Swayze dance movie about hunger-filled eyes) as his lips trail from hers, across her cheek and jawline to her neck. His heart swells at the same time his groin starts to ache when he hears Liz practically purring.
And when his lips close around her earlobe, she exhales her surprise and bucks against him, sending a groan bubbling up from the back of his throat.
"Jack..."
Her hands are clenching and unclenching, balling his shirt up with them. He sweeps his hand under her hair and kisses her harder, his other hand pressing her down onto him. She rocks against him and they both groan -- perhaps she doesn't need such slow seduction.
Jack tilts the seat back just slightly and Liz breaks from his lips. He looks up at her, "Lemon? What's wrong?" fully prepared to hear a 'stop.'
Instead, she says nothing. She just smiles and whips her shirt off over her head, exposing a black satin bra that looks like heaven against her pale skin. He didn't think Lemon would even consider owning such an item, believing it to be too scandalous. Apparently he still had a lot left to learn about this woman.
"Good Lord, Lemon," he can't help but murmur, and he hopes she can hear the awe in his voice.
With a bashful smile she tucks her hair behind one ear again and leans down to him, resuming their passionate, languid kisses. Jack's hand fumbles for the lever that will tilt the seat back even further and, when he hits it too hard and they go flying backward, Liz cries out in surprise against his mouth before bursting into hysterics.
It's like they're in high school, he can't help but think. Though he knows she never did this as a teenager, he himself remembered many muggy summer nights in the back of his Camaro with "Time of the Season" or some other late-sixties anthem playing while the action from the backseat fogged up the windows.
Tonight it's eighties anthems that are filling the rental car, and he has to admit that he's much more fond of Lemon than he was of any of the classmates he courted in the backseat of his Camaro. He didn't love any of those girls. He's certain he's in love with Liz.
One song blends into another and they hear a Peter Gabriel song, then a Ric Ocasek tune. When Phil Collins starts to play is when Jack breaks the kiss, staring up at Liz.
Phil Collins songs always reduce him to a sappy mess and this moment is no exception. With "One More Night" playing softly and the outside world starting to darken, Jack is struck with the urge to tell Liz he loves her. Especially when she smiles down at him and rests a hand on his chest, surely able to feel the wild palpitations of his heart. "What?"
But nothing comes out. Instead he just shakes his head while his eyes rake over her form, silhouetted by the moonlight filtering through the windshield. "Nothing," he tells her, and slips her bra straps up her arms and back to their rightful place.
"Yeah, right," she chuckles, and flicks her bra straps back down her arms. "You had that weird look in your eyes."
"Just what look was that exactly, Lemon, and why are you removing your clothes? Weren't you the one who just moments ago made it clear that, since this is a first date, there would be no clothing removal whatsoever?"
"Well..." she shrugs and gets this impish look on her face. He finds it unbearably sexy. "Maybe I've changed my mind."
"And what of this 'look?'"
She makes a face that's not entirely unadorable. "I dunno, it's just this... look. And you've been looking at me like that a lot lately."
He raises his eyebrows, deciding to test the waters. Perhaps she wouldn't be averse to hearing how he felt about her. "Is it a bad thing?"
"Never said that, no."
"Well... good, then. Because to be perfectly honest, Lemon, I'm going to be looking at you like that frequently from now on. Because I've..." He clears his throat, deciding to just jump right into it. "I've fallen for you."
"What?" Her eyes go wide, and for a moment he's terrified she'll leap off his lap.
"I perhaps should have confessed to this before you started removing your clothes on the off-chance you didn't feel the same. Considering how you're currently positioned, however..."
"Well Jack, I mean I... I like you. In a pretty big way, obviously," she gestures to her current state of half-undress. "I don't know that I can say I'm in love or anything--"
"And you don't need to," he assures her. "I have no doubt that you'll catch up to where I am. You always do. For right now, just the fact that you're here will suffice."
Lemon seems accepting of this; she even leans down for another kiss. Before he knows what's happening she has all of his shirt buttons undone and is raking her fingernails lightly down his chest. The kisses are becoming more and more aggressive and Jack knows without a doubt where this is leading. So he breaks away again and breathlessly asks her, "Should we move this to the backseat?"
She searches his eyes and tries to straighten out her tousled hair. He's never seen her look sexier. After a long moment, she nods her consent, whispering a "Yes" before she climbs over him to get into the back.
He's quick to follow, getting in on top of her as their lips crash together. "You're certain?" he murmurs against her.
She nods her head and kisses him deeper, her hands pushing his shirt off his shoulders. He slides his hand across the skin of her abdomen and upward, over the satin-clad mounds of flesh until he reaches the hooks in the back.
Always tuned in to him, Liz arches her back and he's able to get her bra unhooked, pulling it off rather quickly and tossing it onto the floor of the car. Then his lips and tongue explore her torso, relishing her moans, while his hands fumble with the button and zipper of her jeans.
As if stirred back to life by the movement of his hands, Liz's start to unbuckle his belt. Soon, they're both stripped to their underwear. Jack is pleasantly surprised that Lemon's match her bra. He always had her pegged as a mix-and-match type of woman. Perhaps she subconsciously planned for him to see her underwear? He can only hope.
It's at that moment that there's a knock on the fogged window of the car. "Blerg!" Lemon exclaims and scrambles for his button-down shirt, draping it over herself like a blanket while he throws his pants over his lap.
As he rolls the window down, a police officer shines his flashlight into the car, practically blinding them both. "Alright, playtime's over. You kids had better--" When the officer leans down to look into the car, however, and sees two adults rather than the two amorous teenagers he was obviously expecting to scold, the surprise is evident on his face. "Oh. Uh... sorry about that, folks. It's past curfew, so--"
"No apologies necessary," Jack assures him in his all-business voice.
The officer goes on his way and Jack rolls up the window again, turning back to his partner in almost-crime with a smirk. "Well, Lemon? It seems we've escaped spending the night in a juvenile detention center."
Liz laughs, covering her face with her hand, and Jack can't help but laugh as well. He watches her put on his button down shirt and button the top few before leaning against the seat, sighing. He takes a seat beside her and smiles when she leans her head on his shoulder, reaching for his hand.
Quietly, she tells him, "Maybe that's a sign or something."
"A sign?"
"Y'know, that we shouldn't be doing this now."
He cranes his neck to look down at her as she looks up. "Do you truly believe that?"
A smirk sends his heart racing. "No."
He can't help but kiss her again as he wonders who this woman beside him is and just what she's done with the old, prudish Liz Lemon.
The kisses intensify once more and Jack unbuttons the dress shirt, though he doesn't take it off her completely. Instead, he slides his hand down the center of her body until he reaches the waistband of her panties. When he slips his pinky under the material and Liz deepens the kiss, he takes that as his cue to move forward.
Two fingers dip inside her underwear, sliding over her most intimate of areas while their tongues tangle. She moans into his mouth when he slips two fingers inside her, and she breaks the kiss with a loud groan when his thumb starts to move in circles against the tiny bundle of nerves at her center.
"Jack," she breathes, and it's the most devastatingly arousing sound he's ever heard.
He leans her back to lay against the seat as his fingers continue to play her expertly, and his eyes just watch her, cataloguing her every facial expression, every rise and fall of her chest as he pleasures her. He'd always imagined how she would look in this moment, so close to the edge. Reality is far better than what he'd imagined.
Before he can bring her completely to the brink, he slows the motion of his fingers and slips her underwear down her hips and legs. When she whimpers her disappointment, he kisses her pouting lips. Then, after pushing his boxers down and retrieving a condom from his wallet, he returns to her, settling himself on top of her.
Lemon wriggles against him impatiently, and he can't say he's not surprised. He'd always thought she never really enjoyed sex, or found it boring. He decides when they return from this date that he'll have to completely re-evaluate all of his preconceived notions about Liz Lemon.
He kisses her again as REO Speedwagon goes on about "keep on lovin' you," and positions himself at her entrance. He takes one last look into her eyes to make sure she's okay with doing this on a first date. When she reads his mind and nods her head, he's ever so grateful, and eases inside her as she pushes herself down to meet him.
They both groan, and Liz's head lolls back against the seat. He covers her neck with kisses as he begins to move within her, part of him disbelieving this is actually happening -- part of him wondering how they ended up here from where things began when he asked her out.
The sound of her moaning his name again brings him back to the present; her voice is filled with lust, and almost pleading in tone. She reaches her arm back over her head and presses it into the car door to give herself leverage as she meets him thrust for thrust.
He knew sex with Lemon would be good. He'd known from their very first fight that sex between them had the potential to be very good. But this? This was on a whole other plane of existence from sex. This was beyond even great sex. Could it be the slight taboo of their location? Perhaps. Could it be the way she looked at this very moment, wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt and nothing else? That certainly was part of it. Could it be the magnitude of his feelings for her? Perhaps.
"Oh, God, Jack!"
Could it be that, for some reason, he hasn't wanted to sleep with anyone but her for what feels like an eternity?
"Yes!"
Yes.
And so he leans down, gathers her into his arms and speeds up. The sound that tumbles from her lips signifies definite agreement, and within moments they've both reached the edge and toppled over it -- almost in sync (her just a little bit ahead of him). Then, they collapse together, sated and sweaty, the springs in the backseat giving a loud squeak.
For what feels like a long time, there's no sound but loud panting and soft music in the car, and Jack much prefers it this way. Not that he believes post-coital talk with Lemon would be awkward in any way. He's just never seen any reason for it.
He doesn't object when he hears her speak, though, in a breathless and dusky (unbearably sexy) voice. "Well! That's one way to get your money's worth out of a rental car, huh?"
He can't help but laugh and pull her in for a kiss. "You're right about that, Lemon."
They redress in silence, and Jack leaves the car only momentarily to dispose of the used condom in a nearby trash can. When he returns to the car, Lemon is once again in the passenger seat, staring down at the lit-up suburb below them through the foggy windshield.
Jack climbs in on the driver's side. "So."
"So."
When he looks over at her, he catches a hint of a smile. He smiles back and reaches for her hand. "Lemon, would I be correct in assuming that, if I were to ask you out for a second date, you may say 'yes'?"
Her smile is enigmatic as she coyly replies, "Maybe. You had another rental car scenario in mind?"
He chuckles. "Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of that dinner-and-flowers scenario you mentioned earlier."
Liz's smile turns into a full-on grin as she replies, "Yeah. That sounds nice."
He squeezes her hand, "Good," and leans in for a kiss.
She's quick to return the kiss, deepening it for just a moment before pulling back with an almost wicked glint in her intense eyes. "Y'know, I would bet a town like this probably has a nice hotel or bed-and-breakfast-type place around here somewhere."
The ache in his groin begins anew. "There's a hotel six blocks from here."
All Lemon has to do is softly bite down on her lip and hum thoughtfully for just a second before Jack takes the hint, and he takes off for the hotel.
He's not sure where this unpredictable side of her is coming from, but he's not about to complain. That was without a doubt the most successful first date he's ever been on.
FIN
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{x-posted to jack_liz and 30_rock}
FANDOM: 30 Rock
PAIRING: Jack/Liz
NOTES: thoughtsicles prompt: rental car
SPOILERS: Season three
RATING: R
SUMMARY:
*****
It's fall when Jack finally gets up the courage to ask Liz out on a date. When she says 'yes,' he's so overjoyed that he decides to do something incredibly romantic. So he rents a car and tells her he'll be taking her upstate to see the leaves change. He makes sure to compliment her on her chosen outfit (which he truly does appreciate -- jeans and a low-cut red tee shirt, both of which hug her form enticingly) and her straightened hair, making a mental note to compliment her more often when he sees the way she smiles at him. Upon arriving upstate, Jack parks at the top of a hill overlooking a small suburb. An oak tree looms somewhere above the car, and the suburbs below are painted with lovely shades of red, orange, and yellow.
He watches the smile on her face as they sit there together in comfortable silence, taking in the beauty. "I have to admit, Jack," she says after some time has passed, "I didn't expect this from you."
"No?" He quirks an eyebrow, interest piqued.
Lemon looks over at him and tilts her head in a slightly-apologetic manner. "Well, I mean, you're just so..." she gestures to him. "Dapper. You wear suits."
"I'm not wearing one right now." No, today called for casual wear, which he dons on rare occasions. Khakis and a button-down shirt were what he considered casual.
"Well, no, but you know what I mean. You seem more the type to take a girl out to dinner and buy her flowers. You know, the wine 'em and dine 'em type."
"Ah." He chuckles slightly.
"It's not a bad thing, really!"
He senses she's close to saying that 'blerg' expletive she uses liberally, so he takes her hand. Squeezes it. "Lemon, it's alright. I understand."
"I'm having a nice time, though," she assures him, squeezing his hand back. "I'm glad you brought me up here."
"As am I." He smiles back at her and a silence falls over them... that unique kind of silence that leaves a perfect window of opportunity for a kiss.
Jack searches his partner's eyes, those intense brown eyes that had him so captivated from the beginning, and -- sensing no imminent rejection -- he tilts his head and leans across the console for a kiss.
Liz meets him halfway and their lips brush in just a feather touch, just a test... then again, a little firmer. When they break apart, she's smiling at him again. She bites down on her lower lip softly and Jack wants to groan at the sight.
What she says next nearly kills him - in a wonderful way. "You know what I've never done before?"
"What's that?" He watches her lips.
That soft smile turns into an almost wicked (wicked? Lemon? Really?) grin as she answers, "I've never made out in a car before."
Putting aside his dismay at her sexual naiveté, he instead quirks an eyebrow. "Really?" He glances out at the suburbs below, everything around them growing dark. "Care to give it a try?"
When she doesn't respond, he looks over at her and finds her just nodding at him, staring at his lips. It's that look that snaps something in him -- she must be as eager for this as he -- and he cups the back of her head, pulling her in for a breath-stealing kiss. Mid-kiss, Lemon unbuckles her safety belt and starts to crawl across the console. He helps her, hauls her into his lap so she sits astride him, and turns on the radio, to what is obviously a preset 80s lite rock station.
A Foreigner song is the first to play, the singer wailing about wanting to know what love is just as Liz stuffs her hands through Jack's hair. He slides his hands up her denim-clad thighs, over the aesthetically-pleasing swell of her hips (he's always loved her hips) and under the hem of her shirt.
As his hands start to slide up the soft skin of her back, she breaks the kiss with a laugh. "Whoa, hold on a second there, buddy! What're you doing?"
He rests his hands on the clasp of her bra, quirking an eyebrow. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Jack," she chuckles, head thrown back (probably in exasperation, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to kiss her neck). "This is our first date, and you're trying to get my clothes off."
"Well to be perfectly honest, Lemon, I've been wanting to see you sans clothing for months now."
"What?" She looks genuinely surprised by this. Had she not noticed? "No you haven't."
"I think I, more than anyone, know how I feel, and I can assure you that I have, in fact, felt that way for months."
He watches her eyebrows go up, and she tucks some of that straightened thick hair behind her ear. "Wow. I, uh... had no idea."
He just smiles and untucks the hair she's just tucked. "I know."
Then they're kissing again, so he assumes she's okay with his admission, though he remains uncertain as to how she feels about clothing removal. To be safe for the moment, he lets his hands drift back down to her hips. A woman like Liz Lemon needs slow seduction anyway.
Foreigner drifts into an Eric Carmen song (if memory serves him correctly, it's that one from the Patrick Swayze dance movie about hunger-filled eyes) as his lips trail from hers, across her cheek and jawline to her neck. His heart swells at the same time his groin starts to ache when he hears Liz practically purring.
And when his lips close around her earlobe, she exhales her surprise and bucks against him, sending a groan bubbling up from the back of his throat.
"Jack..."
Her hands are clenching and unclenching, balling his shirt up with them. He sweeps his hand under her hair and kisses her harder, his other hand pressing her down onto him. She rocks against him and they both groan -- perhaps she doesn't need such slow seduction.
Jack tilts the seat back just slightly and Liz breaks from his lips. He looks up at her, "Lemon? What's wrong?" fully prepared to hear a 'stop.'
Instead, she says nothing. She just smiles and whips her shirt off over her head, exposing a black satin bra that looks like heaven against her pale skin. He didn't think Lemon would even consider owning such an item, believing it to be too scandalous. Apparently he still had a lot left to learn about this woman.
"Good Lord, Lemon," he can't help but murmur, and he hopes she can hear the awe in his voice.
With a bashful smile she tucks her hair behind one ear again and leans down to him, resuming their passionate, languid kisses. Jack's hand fumbles for the lever that will tilt the seat back even further and, when he hits it too hard and they go flying backward, Liz cries out in surprise against his mouth before bursting into hysterics.
It's like they're in high school, he can't help but think. Though he knows she never did this as a teenager, he himself remembered many muggy summer nights in the back of his Camaro with "Time of the Season" or some other late-sixties anthem playing while the action from the backseat fogged up the windows.
Tonight it's eighties anthems that are filling the rental car, and he has to admit that he's much more fond of Lemon than he was of any of the classmates he courted in the backseat of his Camaro. He didn't love any of those girls. He's certain he's in love with Liz.
One song blends into another and they hear a Peter Gabriel song, then a Ric Ocasek tune. When Phil Collins starts to play is when Jack breaks the kiss, staring up at Liz.
Phil Collins songs always reduce him to a sappy mess and this moment is no exception. With "One More Night" playing softly and the outside world starting to darken, Jack is struck with the urge to tell Liz he loves her. Especially when she smiles down at him and rests a hand on his chest, surely able to feel the wild palpitations of his heart. "What?"
But nothing comes out. Instead he just shakes his head while his eyes rake over her form, silhouetted by the moonlight filtering through the windshield. "Nothing," he tells her, and slips her bra straps up her arms and back to their rightful place.
"Yeah, right," she chuckles, and flicks her bra straps back down her arms. "You had that weird look in your eyes."
"Just what look was that exactly, Lemon, and why are you removing your clothes? Weren't you the one who just moments ago made it clear that, since this is a first date, there would be no clothing removal whatsoever?"
"Well..." she shrugs and gets this impish look on her face. He finds it unbearably sexy. "Maybe I've changed my mind."
"And what of this 'look?'"
She makes a face that's not entirely unadorable. "I dunno, it's just this... look. And you've been looking at me like that a lot lately."
He raises his eyebrows, deciding to test the waters. Perhaps she wouldn't be averse to hearing how he felt about her. "Is it a bad thing?"
"Never said that, no."
"Well... good, then. Because to be perfectly honest, Lemon, I'm going to be looking at you like that frequently from now on. Because I've..." He clears his throat, deciding to just jump right into it. "I've fallen for you."
"What?" Her eyes go wide, and for a moment he's terrified she'll leap off his lap.
"I perhaps should have confessed to this before you started removing your clothes on the off-chance you didn't feel the same. Considering how you're currently positioned, however..."
"Well Jack, I mean I... I like you. In a pretty big way, obviously," she gestures to her current state of half-undress. "I don't know that I can say I'm in love or anything--"
"And you don't need to," he assures her. "I have no doubt that you'll catch up to where I am. You always do. For right now, just the fact that you're here will suffice."
Lemon seems accepting of this; she even leans down for another kiss. Before he knows what's happening she has all of his shirt buttons undone and is raking her fingernails lightly down his chest. The kisses are becoming more and more aggressive and Jack knows without a doubt where this is leading. So he breaks away again and breathlessly asks her, "Should we move this to the backseat?"
She searches his eyes and tries to straighten out her tousled hair. He's never seen her look sexier. After a long moment, she nods her consent, whispering a "Yes" before she climbs over him to get into the back.
He's quick to follow, getting in on top of her as their lips crash together. "You're certain?" he murmurs against her.
She nods her head and kisses him deeper, her hands pushing his shirt off his shoulders. He slides his hand across the skin of her abdomen and upward, over the satin-clad mounds of flesh until he reaches the hooks in the back.
Always tuned in to him, Liz arches her back and he's able to get her bra unhooked, pulling it off rather quickly and tossing it onto the floor of the car. Then his lips and tongue explore her torso, relishing her moans, while his hands fumble with the button and zipper of her jeans.
As if stirred back to life by the movement of his hands, Liz's start to unbuckle his belt. Soon, they're both stripped to their underwear. Jack is pleasantly surprised that Lemon's match her bra. He always had her pegged as a mix-and-match type of woman. Perhaps she subconsciously planned for him to see her underwear? He can only hope.
It's at that moment that there's a knock on the fogged window of the car. "Blerg!" Lemon exclaims and scrambles for his button-down shirt, draping it over herself like a blanket while he throws his pants over his lap.
As he rolls the window down, a police officer shines his flashlight into the car, practically blinding them both. "Alright, playtime's over. You kids had better--" When the officer leans down to look into the car, however, and sees two adults rather than the two amorous teenagers he was obviously expecting to scold, the surprise is evident on his face. "Oh. Uh... sorry about that, folks. It's past curfew, so--"
"No apologies necessary," Jack assures him in his all-business voice.
The officer goes on his way and Jack rolls up the window again, turning back to his partner in almost-crime with a smirk. "Well, Lemon? It seems we've escaped spending the night in a juvenile detention center."
Liz laughs, covering her face with her hand, and Jack can't help but laugh as well. He watches her put on his button down shirt and button the top few before leaning against the seat, sighing. He takes a seat beside her and smiles when she leans her head on his shoulder, reaching for his hand.
Quietly, she tells him, "Maybe that's a sign or something."
"A sign?"
"Y'know, that we shouldn't be doing this now."
He cranes his neck to look down at her as she looks up. "Do you truly believe that?"
A smirk sends his heart racing. "No."
He can't help but kiss her again as he wonders who this woman beside him is and just what she's done with the old, prudish Liz Lemon.
The kisses intensify once more and Jack unbuttons the dress shirt, though he doesn't take it off her completely. Instead, he slides his hand down the center of her body until he reaches the waistband of her panties. When he slips his pinky under the material and Liz deepens the kiss, he takes that as his cue to move forward.
Two fingers dip inside her underwear, sliding over her most intimate of areas while their tongues tangle. She moans into his mouth when he slips two fingers inside her, and she breaks the kiss with a loud groan when his thumb starts to move in circles against the tiny bundle of nerves at her center.
"Jack," she breathes, and it's the most devastatingly arousing sound he's ever heard.
He leans her back to lay against the seat as his fingers continue to play her expertly, and his eyes just watch her, cataloguing her every facial expression, every rise and fall of her chest as he pleasures her. He'd always imagined how she would look in this moment, so close to the edge. Reality is far better than what he'd imagined.
Before he can bring her completely to the brink, he slows the motion of his fingers and slips her underwear down her hips and legs. When she whimpers her disappointment, he kisses her pouting lips. Then, after pushing his boxers down and retrieving a condom from his wallet, he returns to her, settling himself on top of her.
Lemon wriggles against him impatiently, and he can't say he's not surprised. He'd always thought she never really enjoyed sex, or found it boring. He decides when they return from this date that he'll have to completely re-evaluate all of his preconceived notions about Liz Lemon.
He kisses her again as REO Speedwagon goes on about "keep on lovin' you," and positions himself at her entrance. He takes one last look into her eyes to make sure she's okay with doing this on a first date. When she reads his mind and nods her head, he's ever so grateful, and eases inside her as she pushes herself down to meet him.
They both groan, and Liz's head lolls back against the seat. He covers her neck with kisses as he begins to move within her, part of him disbelieving this is actually happening -- part of him wondering how they ended up here from where things began when he asked her out.
The sound of her moaning his name again brings him back to the present; her voice is filled with lust, and almost pleading in tone. She reaches her arm back over her head and presses it into the car door to give herself leverage as she meets him thrust for thrust.
He knew sex with Lemon would be good. He'd known from their very first fight that sex between them had the potential to be very good. But this? This was on a whole other plane of existence from sex. This was beyond even great sex. Could it be the slight taboo of their location? Perhaps. Could it be the way she looked at this very moment, wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt and nothing else? That certainly was part of it. Could it be the magnitude of his feelings for her? Perhaps.
"Oh, God, Jack!"
Could it be that, for some reason, he hasn't wanted to sleep with anyone but her for what feels like an eternity?
"Yes!"
Yes.
And so he leans down, gathers her into his arms and speeds up. The sound that tumbles from her lips signifies definite agreement, and within moments they've both reached the edge and toppled over it -- almost in sync (her just a little bit ahead of him). Then, they collapse together, sated and sweaty, the springs in the backseat giving a loud squeak.
For what feels like a long time, there's no sound but loud panting and soft music in the car, and Jack much prefers it this way. Not that he believes post-coital talk with Lemon would be awkward in any way. He's just never seen any reason for it.
He doesn't object when he hears her speak, though, in a breathless and dusky (unbearably sexy) voice. "Well! That's one way to get your money's worth out of a rental car, huh?"
He can't help but laugh and pull her in for a kiss. "You're right about that, Lemon."
They redress in silence, and Jack leaves the car only momentarily to dispose of the used condom in a nearby trash can. When he returns to the car, Lemon is once again in the passenger seat, staring down at the lit-up suburb below them through the foggy windshield.
Jack climbs in on the driver's side. "So."
"So."
When he looks over at her, he catches a hint of a smile. He smiles back and reaches for her hand. "Lemon, would I be correct in assuming that, if I were to ask you out for a second date, you may say 'yes'?"
Her smile is enigmatic as she coyly replies, "Maybe. You had another rental car scenario in mind?"
He chuckles. "Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of that dinner-and-flowers scenario you mentioned earlier."
Liz's smile turns into a full-on grin as she replies, "Yeah. That sounds nice."
He squeezes her hand, "Good," and leans in for a kiss.
She's quick to return the kiss, deepening it for just a moment before pulling back with an almost wicked glint in her intense eyes. "Y'know, I would bet a town like this probably has a nice hotel or bed-and-breakfast-type place around here somewhere."
The ache in his groin begins anew. "There's a hotel six blocks from here."
All Lemon has to do is softly bite down on her lip and hum thoughtfully for just a second before Jack takes the hint, and he takes off for the hotel.
He's not sure where this unpredictable side of her is coming from, but he's not about to complain. That was without a doubt the most successful first date he's ever been on.
FIN
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