Going Down...

Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: My office or yours?

Okay, she shouldn't be letting him do this. I mean, it's her office! The writers are right outside, and her office isn't necessarily soundproof. And from Jack's perspective, her moans aren't that quiet. But, that's what he loves about her. 
So, when she first heard the idea just a few minutes ago, she was shocked.
"You want to do what now?!"
"It's going to be fine, Lemon. I'm just gonna be right down there under your desk while you're working. Come on. I've been gone a week and I don't even get to fulfill your wishes?"
"Jack. You know I love you. We've been seeing each other for like three months now. But the writers don't know."
"That's my point. See, if they knew, then I won't have to be under the desk. And I love you too."
Liz was silent for a second. Then she smiled.
"Fine."
So, luckily for Jack, she was wearing a skirt. She took her panties off and Jack sat under her desk. And that's when he started. Liz tried to work, but the feeling of his nose brushing over her clit just made her left hand grab his hair. 
Jack laughed.
"What, am I doing something wrong?" Liz asked.
"No, you're doing fine. It's just your--"
"My what?"
Jack laughed.
"My what?" Liz asked again.
"Your moans! They're kind of...loud."
"Well it's not my fault that you're doing this so good! Plus, I'm keeping it to a minimum. You know how much louder I moan when we're at home."
"Yes, I think it's understandable that people from our floor know my name now. Some people aren't even on that floor."
"Well, shut up. You know they're sexy."
"They are."
Liz smiled.
"Get back to work," Jack said.
"Look who's talking."
Just before she was about to come, the writers opened the door and sat on her big chair. This caused Liz to squirm a little, and Jack's head to bump on her desk.
"Sorry," she whispered quietly.
"Hey, Liz. Can we...ask for something?" Sue asked.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Can we tell you at the writers' table?" 
"Ah...well, I'm, uh, kind of preoccupied right now. Just tell me here."
There was a long silence. Jack was getting insanely bored, so he rubbed Liz's upper thighs, which caused Liz to let out a low moan, a sound Jack's never heard before. 
"What was that?" Cerie asked.
"Oh, um...the heater. Yes, the heater."
Then, someone's phone started ringing. Everyone checked their phones except Liz...and of course, Jack.
"It sounds like it's coming from there!" someone said, pointing to Liz's phone.
"Oh...yup! It's mine! I have to take this call, sorry. I'll have a meeting with all of you tomorrow. Sound good?"
The writers left, and Jack stood up from his position, closing the door.
"Oh my gosh, you stupid little--" Liz started to say. She couldn't help but kiss him, though. 
"You tried something new. Good job, Lemon."
"Now this means I have to repay you."
"It's not really a 'must,' Lemon."
"Are you trying to talk your way out of a blowjob? That's weird."
"I would never do such a thing!"
Jack opened the door.
"My office in ten?" Jack asked.
Liz nodded.
"Later, glasses."
When Jack was out of the writers' room, Cerie noticed something.
"Hey, was Jack there when we did the meeting?"
No one was listening to her.
"Oh, well. I guess I'm just seeing things."

END

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