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03 April 2008 @ 08:43 pm
Becoming the Donaghys [30 Rock; Jack/Liz]  
TITLE: Becoming the Donaghys
CHAPTER 1: Decompression
FANDOM: 30 Rock
SPOILERS: My own fic, Being a Donaghy



Liz jumped as her office door slammed shut and Jenna strode in, looking furious. She raised her eyebrows. "Paris Hilton sketch?"

"No! You! Where the hell have you been all week? I've been asking Pete for three whole days and he's not saying a word."

"I've just been... decompressing... after everything."

"For a whole week? Come on, Liz! You can't stay away from here that long. And what about Jack, huh? Do you know that Jack disappeared for a week too? I think he's still hung up on you. I think you broke his heart when you went ahead with the annulment. Did you ever think that maybe Jack didn't want to split up either?"

Liz smiled. "Okay, Jenna, first of all... breathe."

Jenna did so.

"Second of all... I was in Venice."


"No, Italy."

"What?! Who goes to Venice to decompress?"

Liz raised her eyebrows and fought the smirk. After she tore up the annulment papers and made the final decision to stay married to Jack (and after they properly celebrated for the rest of the night), they decided to take an impromptu trip to Venice, Italy. Jack, ecstatic that their marriage was no longer a fallacy, wanted to give Liz a real honeymoon. Pete (and Jonathan, begrudgingly) offered to keep their secret. And so they ran off like two love-crazed newlyweds. "I do. And... Jack does."

"Jack? Wait..." Jenna grabbed Liz's left hand and gasped promptly when she saw the ring still there. "You guys didn't split up! You guys didn't take a week off to get away from each other, you went to Venice to do it!"

"Well technically, we don't really need to leave the city in order to do that, but... basically, yeah." Liz sighed out her smile. "We had a real honeymoon. Together this time. And only Pete knew about it. And it was great." She raised her eyebrows. "The food was amazing."

"And the sex?"

Liz made a face. "Oh come on, Jenna, you know you are never getting any weird sex details out of me. I've told you a million times, that's creepy."

Jenna looked downright hurt. "I tell you all of mine."

Liz nodded. "I know. And it's creepy."

As Jenna rolled her eyes, the door swung open and Jack rushed in looking rather pleased with himself. "Lemon, darling! Tell me what you think of th--" Then he noticed the other occupant of the office. "Jenna. Hello."

"Jack, why didn't you and Liz tell me that you were staying married? And that you were running off to Venice?"

Jack touched her arms apologetically. "I'm terribly sorry, Jenna, but Liz and I agreed to keep it a secret from everyone."

"But Pete knew about it, didn't he?"

Jack blinked. "Everyone... but Pete."

"Oh, and!" Jenna whacked Jack's arm, her tone that of a tattle-tale. "Liz won't give me any details about the honeymoon."

A dreamy smile came over Jack, and he grinned at his wife. "Oh, it was wonderful. Beautiful sights, beautiful sounds, wonderful food, and my lovely wife."

Liz smiled and tilted her head.

"And, y'know, I honestly never thought it would've been possible to make love in a gondola."

Liz rolled her eyes when she saw the wide-eyed look on Jenna's face and the self-satisfied one on Jack's. "It didn't have one of those gondoliers steering it, Jenna, we were alone and Jack? Shut up."

"As you wish. But first, I need you to tell me what you think of this as a summer replacement show -- 25 super hot moms, 50 eighth grade boys, no rules. We'll call it MILF Island."

Liz immediately shook her head, her tone firm like a mother scolding her belligerent child. "No. No, Jack, that is a bad idea. Kind of creepy, actually."

"What about a new game show? We'll piggy-back on the success of that stupid fifth grader one and call it 'Are You Stronger Than a Dog?'"

"Again, no."

"How about 'America's Next Top Pirate?' There's a chance we could get a guy that looks like Orlando Bloom to host."

Liz shook her head adamantly. "No. Jack, these are all terrible ideas."

Lowly, he replied, "They are, aren't they?" Then he smiled and rushed over to her for a kiss. "This is why I'm so thrilled to have a wife like you." He ran a hand through her hair. "You may not be the tallest, brightest, or have even the biggest set of--"

"Thanks. Jack."

"--But you're the only one that can keep me in line. And for that, I thank you." He pecked her cheek again while she made a face up at Jenna.

"You're welcome. Now go, and... do some work." She shooed him away. "Otherwise your boss will think you're slacking off because of me and then one of us will get fired."

Jack laughed. "Well if it comes down to the two of us, Lemon, I certainly won't be the one that gets fired."

She glared facetiously.

"But you're right. I'll go do some more brainstorming with Jonathan, and you can get back to your, uh... sex discussion with Jenna."

"We are not having a sex discussion, Jack!"

"Whatever you say." Jack smirked at her over his shoulder and waved to Jenna before he disappeared around the corner.

Jenna smirked, watching him go, then turned back to Liz with a gleeful glint in her eyes. One eyebrow quirked up. "A gondola? Really?"

"I am not giving you anymore information about that, so you might as well change the subject."

Jenna nodded, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of Liz's desk. "Sure. Absolutely, let's talk about something else." She grinned. "So what'd you bring me from Italy?"

"Ugh," Liz's head hit the desk seconds later.


"Hey, thanks for mentioning that gondola sex to Jenna, by the way. She won't shut up with the questions." Liz flipped the humidifier on and climbed into bed, reaching into the drawer of her nightstand for her book, and her jar of VapoRub.

After pulling her hair up, she readjusted her pajama set -- a red silky button-down long sleeved shirt and matching pants with her married initials stitched on the breast pocket. Jack's idea, not hers.

"What kind of questions?" Jack called back from the bathroom. The sound of drawers opening and closing in there could be heard and Liz figured he was brushing his teeth.

"Y'know... logistics. Positions. Really creepy stuff."

Moments later, Jack emerged from the bathroom and climbed in on the opposite side of the bed, wearing matching silk pajamas in dark blue with his initials stitched on the breast pocket. "Well I don't know that I'd call the physical act of love between a husband and wife 'creepy,' Lemon. As a matter of fact, I thought that moment in the gondola was extremely romantic."

"Of course it was," she practically hissed, a tad bashfully. "I never said it wasn't. I just... don't like giving details about it."

"Was it not enjoyable for you? I was so certain you'd climaxed."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes. I did. Twice in a row, remember?"

Jack smiled wistfully. "Ah yes. I was in rare form that night."

Liz rolled her eyes yet again. "My point was... just because I enjoyed it doesn't mean I wanna give every last detail to Jenna."

"Well I thought this is what women... do. Isn't that what Sarah Jessica Parker does on that show? The one where she drinks copious amounts of Cosmopolitans with her two girlfriends and her mother?"

Liz couldn't help the chuckle, and didn't bother to correct Jack about Sex and the City. "Maybe on TV women do that, but... I don't know. I've never been comfortable talking about sex stuff." She raised her eyebrows as she twisted the cap off her VapoRub. "Jenna has no problem talking about it."

"Of course not, Lemon. Jenna has deeply-rooted insecurities and a weird eye."

"Her sister peed in it once."

"So she's said. But I digress. I'd rather not spend the rest of the night talking about Jenna."

"Yeah?" Liz screwed the cap back on her VapoRub. Maybe she'd do something crazy and go without it for a night. "What do you wanna talk about? The new PJ's?" She glanced down at her own. "Because I gotta say, I'm not really feelin' 'em."

"Why not?"

"Well first of all, it says 'Ed' over my boob."

"That's E.D., Lemon. Elizabeth Donaghy?"

"Yeah, I got that. To me though, it still looks like 'Ed.'"

"It's in moments like this I find myself gravely concerned about the integrity of the White Haven public school system."

She rolled her eyes and laid her hands over his face, drawing him in for a kiss. Smiling against her husband's lips, she teased him coyly, "Do you really wanna spend the rest of the evening talking about my schooling?"

Jack, quick to catch on, grinned back at her, his eyes deepening to a dusky blue. "Absolutely not." His voice was gravelly, in that way where Liz knew exactly what they were going to spend the rest of the evening doing.

As if reading her mind, Jack moved the collar of her pajama top to the side, exposing her shoulder. He kissed across it. "Since you don't care much for these pajamas, what do you say we get rid of them?"

Liz smirked, closing her eyes when his lips hit a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. "Sounds good to me."

He unbuttoned her shirt slowly, pressing a kiss to each inch of flesh as it was exposed. "We can also perhaps work on that sex phobia of yours."

She rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless, and propped herself up on her elbows once he had her shirt completely unbuttoned. She watched him untie her pajama bottoms as she told him, "I don't have a sex phobia, Jack. I just think some things are nobody's business but the people involved."

"Fair enough. Then perhaps we could try some role-playing tonight."

She raised an eyebrow as he slipped her pajama pants down her legs. "Oh yeah?"

"I could be a contestant on America's Next Top--"

"I am not having weird pirate sex with you, Jack. I refuse."

"Very well. Normal sex, then?"

"Sounds great. I'll hit the lights."

"No no no." He stilled her hand just as she reached for the bedside lamp that was still turned on. He kissed her fingers as he stared into her eyes with his own (bedroom eyes, and yikes those were sexy), telling her huskily, "Leave them on."

She grinned, "Okay," and laid back against the pillows while Jack finished undressing her. "Things are about to get kinky."


{x-posted to jack_liz and 30_rock}
stresseaterstresseater on April 4th, 2008 02:55 pm (UTC)
Yes, ED! Only Liz would think that, come on. :) And that is why she is absolutely lovely.
a.: jack/liz; elevator sex plzregalish on April 6th, 2008 11:43 pm (UTC)
Hahaha, thanks! I thought that would seem like a Liz thing to focus on :D And you're right, that is why she is lovely and we all adore her.

More soon!