Late Night Visit From the Wicked Witch of Arby's

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Someone familiar visits Jack in the middle of the night.

Bianca was in town. She wanted to have one last talk with Jack. One last one. She figured out his address by the very talkative Jenna, and knocked on his door. Well, he apparently couldn't hear her and she realized that the door wasn't locked, so she opened it.
"Johnny?" she asked.
No answer.
"Johnny?" she asked, rather loudly.
"Bianca, i-i-is that you?"
His voice sounded rather shaky and awkward. 
"Yes, Johnny. Now, are you going to be a grown man and get over here so we can have a meeting, or are you gonna stay in your room and act like a child since you're so scared?"
Jack came out of his room a few minutes later. He was wearing one of his Princeton shirts and some briefs. His hair was messed up though.
"Johnny! How are you? Having a hard time sleeping?"
"Something like that," he replied.
Bianca kept talking for what seemed like hours.
"...and Arby's is--"
Bianca was interrupted by a brunette girl wearing one of Jack's dress shirts. Her hair was a mess.
"Jack? Who's your visitor?" the girl asked.
"Oh, Elizabeth. You've met Bianca before, right?"
"Pleased to meet you again," Bianca said, as she shook Liz's hand, noticing a wedding ring on both their hands.
"I, um, should go," Bianca said.
"Oh, sure. Make your way to the door. Goodbye, Bianca."
Liz waved a light goodbye before Jack and Liz entered Jack's room again.
Bianca opened the door, and was just about to leave, but she decided to stay. She closed the door silently to see what Jack and Liz were doing this late at night. She went up to their door, which was obviously locked and put her ear to it. 
"Jack, Jack...Oh, god...Jack," was all she kept hearing. Then some really loud moans, almost screaming, and groans from Jack. Bianca's eyes popped open when she heard this. She ran to the door and left Jack's house. 
"Did we pull it off?" Liz asked.
"I think it was very believable, Lemon. Do you...do you want to sleep here?"
"Nope. I'm fine."
"You sure? I make a pretty wicked omelet in the mornings."
"Whoa, Jack Donaghy saying "pretty wicked?" Oh this is just too good to be true."
"Lemon, I could just kiss you right now."
"Go for it."
And so he did. She ended up staying.

END