Playing By the Rules

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: The Jack Donaghy playbook does not apply to Liz Lemon...or does it?

She was ready.
"Jonathan? Tell Jack I'll be up in five minutes. I have something very important to discuss with him."
Jonathan was very confused. Why was he involved? Couldn't they have just called each other?
"Mister Donaghy? Miss Lemon wants me to tell you that she has scheduled herself an appointment to meet you in five minutes."
"Meeting? She doesn't have to schedule one. Did she tell you why?"
Jonathan shook his head.
"She told me to tell you that it was very important."
Jack was trying to understand, but he just couldn't. What was so important? He told Jonathan to go back to work.
"Sir?"
Jack looked up.
"Welcome back."
Exactly five minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in--"
Jack was about to say "Lemon," but as he looked up from his desk, those red stilettos couldn't possibly be hers.
Those toned legs, that tight skirt that showed her curves, the blouse she wore that showed just enough cleavage, those blood-red lips and that straight brown hair that reached down to her chest? That's no Lemon.
"--Elizabeth."
She smiled slightly.
"Hi, Jack."
"To what do I owe you this pleasure?"
She pursed her lips and asked for a drink.
Those eyelashes batted at him as if she was reading his thoughts.
"Important meeting?" he asked, pointing at her attire for the day.
"What, this? Oh, no. I decided that to be a boss, you have to look and act like one. I mean, isn't that what you've always taught me?"
Jack nodded.
"I'm proud of you, Elizabeth. The student is becoming the teacher."
Liz chuckled nervously.
"Right. Anyway, I have an idea I want to propose to you."
"Alright, button-classic girl. Lay it on me."
And so she did. She grabbed the lapels of his suit and kissed him. Hard. Boy, did he kiss back.
"Hey, Jackie D., I need--OH SHIT!"
They both pulled away.
"Yes, Tracy?"
Liz chuckled at Jack. He had a really obvious lipstick stain on his lips.
"Never mind. You can keep making out with--LL! Is that you?"
Liz waved.
"I thought you were that sexual harassment lady from the fifteenth floor!"
Tracy walked away.
"Well, that was--"
"Dinner. You, Me. Plunder. Tonight."
She kissed him one more time, more passionately than the last.
"If I were you, I would sit down in my chair all day," Liz said, looking down at his whole situation down there, before walking away, leaving Jack to look at what he might be getting tonight.

END/TBC?