Is That What The Kids Call It These Days?

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Spoilers: Nope...
Pairing: Jack/Liz...
Summary: "Oh my god, what is that?!"

Oh, the day after Jack's birthday. 
The sun blinded her eyes when she woke up and there was a pinching pain on her waist. But wait, why did the bed seem larger even if she couldn't see it? Why did it seem so comfy? Why did she hear light snoring? Why were the sheets dark red and made out of silk and not the regular ones she had?
And why was she NAKED?! 
"What the--Jack?!"
"Lemon?! What are you doing in my bed?!"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?! Did we have sex?"
"No, Lemon. We just had an argument which involved taking our clothes off."
"Haha, you think you're so funny, huh?"
"I like to think that."
Liz pulled up the sheets closer to her.
"Where are my clothes?"
"Oh, here."
Jack picked up his dress shirt from the ground and gave it to her. She put it on, trying not to notice that Jack's cologne was on it. It smelt good. 
"How far did you think we got?"
"Well, considering the condom in the trash can, I'd have to say pretty far. And Lemon, what is that on your waist? Is that a bandage?"
"Oh, yeah. I need to see if it's a bruise. Give me a second. I'll be in the bathroom and trying to locate my clothes."
Jack nodded.
Liz found her jeans and other clothing and went to the bathroom. She took the bandage off and saw that it was a tattoo. On her waist. Close to her...junk. 
And it said one thing. Not a thing, but a name: Jack. She tucked the side of her hair to her ear and noticed one more thing. It was purple...lip-shaped. 
"What the hell did you do to--Oh."
Liz saw Jack's back. Now, normally she wouldn't care, but there were...scratch marks on his arms and his back. 
"Jack?"
"Yes, Lemon, what is it?"
"You have scratch marks all over your back and arms."
Jack chuckled.
"I never thought you to be the passionate type, Lemon."
"Can you explain this to me?" Liz asked, pointing to the mark that was on her neck.
"I believe that's called a hickey."
"Oh, shut up! I know what it's called! And here, look!" Liz said, while pulling the side of her jeans a little bit so Jack could see Liz's tattoo.
"That's a tattoo...with my name on it and a heart."
"And a heart....wait, what?!"
"Here, look," Jack grabbed a small mirror from his cabinet and gave it to Liz.
"Maybe it's for the Jack of hearts. Maybe we were in Vegas and we travelled from Vegas to New York!"
"Or...we could've went to the nearby casino and went to Atlantic City and back."
"Wait, why are we bringing up Atlantic City and Vegas and--Oh."
Jack pointed to the ring on Liz's left hand.
"W-w-we got married?! Again?! On accident?!"
Jack laughed.
"We're a mess, aren't we, Lemon?"
"Oh my god. I need to get to work. WE need to get to work. But, I haven't had breakfast yet."
Jack put on his clothes and headed for the kitchen. He cooked Liz an omelet which tasted insanely good.
"Hey, are you gonna have the omelet?"
Jack didn't look up from the newspaper.
"Hey, did you hear me? I want to eat yours. Can I have it?"
"Liz, I thought we just had this conversation. You made it clear to both of us that we are not having sex again."
"Um, ew! I was asking if I could have your omelet!"
Jack gave her the omelet and Liz ate. Once they were all cleaned up, Liz put a scarf on her neck to keep the hickey from showing. 
The driver dropped them off at Rockefeller Plaza, and Liz and Jack went back to work like usual. 
"Hey, Liz!" Jenna said, as she walked in the door. 
"What? Oh, hey Jenna."
"Are you tired?"
"I'm always tired."
"Yeah, but you seem a lot more tired than usual."
"I'm just tired, okay?" 
Liz lied down on her couch.
"Hey, why are you wearing a scarf? It's April."
"I'm just trying to make...a fashion statement."
Jenna scoffed.
"You? A fashion statement? Please."
Jenna took off her scarf and that's when every secret poured out.
"Oh my god, what is that?! Is that a hickey?!"
Liz just nodded. She put her left hand on her stomach. 
"Liz? Is that a wedding ring?!"
Liz nodded again.
Liz's shirt was kind of down, and Jenna saw what she didn't need to see.
"Holy mother of--Is that a tattoo with Jack's name on it and a heart?!"
Liz sat up from her couch, looking frustrated.
"Yes, Jenna! Okay?! Jack and I got married last night, went to a tattoo place, and had sex. But we were drunk, so you can't blame me! It was his birthday, anyway."
Jenna nodded, and made her way to the door. She opened the door to make sure everyone was listening.
"Sure. Gotcha, boss. I mean, Mrs. Donaghy."
Liz gave her an angry look and shut the door.
"Hey, Liz?" Cerie asked, while knocking on the door.
"What?!"
"Your husband wants to see you."
"Alright, tell him I'll be there in half an hour."
"No, he said now."
Liz stormed out of her office and made her way to Jack's office. There, a grinning Jonathan greeted her.
"Hello, Mrs. Donaghy! Mr. Donaghy is there having a talk with Mrs. Donaghy and is there with the former Mrs. Donaghy."
"So...what you're trying to say is that you're saying hi to me, and that Jack is having a talk with Colleen and Avery?"
Jonathan nodded, keeping his smile.
"That's a lot of Donaghys in a sentence."
Liz went inside the office.
"Lizzie! How are you, dear?" Colleen asked, giving her a hug.
"Hi, Colleen. I'm great, how are you?"
"I'm ecstatic. Finding out that you're my new daughter-in-law is the best news in my whole life."
Liz chuckled. But she stopped when she saw Avery talking to Jack.
"But what about Liddy? Huh?! What about her?" Avery asked.
"What about her? Avery, I took a DNA test. She's not mine. We've been divorced for a year now...why are you not over this? Over us?"
"Because you married her, Jack! Again!"
"You know what? I'm gonna file a restraining order on you. 1,000 feet away from me and my wife. Now, make your way to the door please."
"Whatever."
After Colleen and Avery left, Liz sat on the couch to relax.
"So...that's how a Donaghy argument goes, huh?"
Jack nodded.
"Are we gonna get divorced?"
"It's up to you, Lemon."
"I mean, I do want to. But what happens when I date other people and I tell them I married and divorced the same guy twice? They'd think I was just desperate!"
"Shh, Lemon, it's okay."
"You know you're gonna have to stop calling me Lemon."
"So, we're not divorcing?"
"Nope. I'm all yours buddy. And I promise this marriage will be better than our last one."
Jack laughed and there was an awkward silence.
"Soooo...." he said.
"Lock the doors," she commanded him.

Later that day after Jack and Liz "confessed" their feelings for one another (in a very different way), Jenna went back to Liz's office.
"Hey there, Jack's wife!" she said.
"Wha--oh, hey Jenna."
"Hey, what...is that another hickey from Jack?!"
"No, it's just something that caused fooling around to be very passionate and--"
"Is that what the kids call it these days?"
"No! But I gotta tell you something, Jenna."
"Okay...what is it??"
"You're the only person that's going to know about this, okay?"
Jenna nodded.
"So, Jack and I were having sex. Like really hot sex, the kind that horny teenagers have."
"Get to the point, Liz!"
"Anyways, when I was kissing him like really hard, he stopped. His kisses became softer and we went slower. We weren't having sex anymore, Jenna. He was making love to me."
"Oh my god, that's so sweet!"
"But I gotta tell you: BEST SEX OF MY LIFE!" Liz yelled rather loudly, but she soon regretted saying that when Jack opened the door to her office at that moment.
"Oh. Hi, Jack," Liz said, turning red.
"No need to be embarrassed, Elizabeth. I know what you meant."
"Alright. Well, I'll just go and leave you two be," Jenna said, as she ran to exit Liz's office.
"Liz," Jack said, while they were kissing.
"Hmm?"
"I want you to have this," Jack replied, pulling out a ring.
"Oh my--um, thanks Jack," she said with a smile.
"Just to let you know that I'm all yours and vice-versa."
"Well, Mister Donaghy, would you like to go have dinner with me tonight?"
"I would love to," Jack said, before kissing her one last time.

END/TBC?