Title: Mirror, Mirror
Author: Mindy35
Rating: T, mild sexy stuff
Disclaimer: Tina Fey's, NBC's etc
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: Jack thinks Liz is beautiful.
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They are watching television on Liz's couch. Or at least, Liz is watching television, splayed out comfortably on the cushions, her head resting in his lap. Jack is content just to sip his coffee and contemplate his day as bursts of laughter erupt from his lover's lips at irregular intervals. Whenever they do, his thoughts are derailed and his gaze drops to her face and instead, Jack finds himself contemplating her.
After some time and waiting until the next commercial break, he voices his private thoughts, asking Liz, "Would you believe me if I told you you were the most beautiful woman in the world?"
"Um-" Liz looks thoughtful for a mere millisecond, "no."
Jack nods a few times, one hand smoothing over her hair. "What if I said you are the most beautiful woman I've known in my entire life?"
She shakes her head in his lap. "Still no."
"Hm…" he muses, taking a sip of his coffee, "Let me ask you this then; Am I the most handsome man you've ever known?"
"You are a very handsome man," Liz replies decisively.
"That's not what I asked."
"Alright." She sits up on the couch, running an eye over him. "You are definitely…the most handsome man I've been with. Well…in the top three, anyway."
"Neither is that, Lemon."
"I like you very much," is her third attempt at answering him.
"Thankyou," he replies with a small smile. "But that wasn't my point."
"But was it?" Liz muses, tipping her head to one side. "I mean, do I like you because you're handsome? O-or do I think you're handsome just because I like you so much?"
"I like to think it's a little of both," he mutters into his mug before setting it aside.
Liz smirks at him but continues. "Whereas I am content knowing that I am not the most beautiful woman in the world, not even the most beautiful one you've known, but having you think I am because you like me."
Jack regards her a moment, lips curving upwards. "I'm in love with you, actually."
"But not because I'm beautiful."
"Of course you are."
She pokes his chest with one finger. "But you only say that because you love me, see."
"I say it because it's true," Jack tells her evenly. "And because I love you."
"I love you too," she murmurs, a goofy little twinkle in her eye. "And not just for your handsomeness. Which, I admit, is pretty impressive."
Jack draws in a breath, nodding. "I know."
She lets out a snort. "I also love your modesty."
"Hey..." he mutters, leaning in closer, "turn off the TV now."
"Your not-bossiness," she adds.
He kisses her neck. "Let's go make-out…"
"Your tact," she chuckles, but tilts up her chin to allow his lips to venture lower.
"Or we can just do it right here," he rasps, grabbing her legs and throwing them over his lap, pitching her backwards on the couch.
"Your patience!" she shrieks in surprise.
"Stop talking now," Jack murmurs, covering her body with his.
"Aw," Liz continues, "your sweetness."
"Lemon, take your sweatpants off for me," he whispers in her ear before nibbling on the lobe.
She laughs, her chest shaking against his. "Your incredible chivalry."
Jack covers her mouth with his, kisses her, hard and soft and long and lingering, one hand sliding from her cheek down her body to rest on her hip. When he pulls back, Liz just looks up at him a moment as her hand moves in slow circles over his back.
"And, of course," she finishes, smiling up at him, "I love the way you kiss."
Jack smiles too. And kisses Liz again.
END.