A/N: My first 30 Rock fic, yikes! I've been writing Ashes To Ashes for so long it will take a while for Jack/Liz to become second nature to me.
All he asked was that she try, and Liz was trying. She was trying to be a good friend, but some reactions were ingrained and he had already been told her restrictions on public displays of affection -
No devious hand action below the waist, no touching un-neutral zones in her upstairs area, etc.
- So he could hardly complain about his hand being pushed away after landing unannounced on one of her very sensitive knees, he knew that stuff was gross, unnecessary and gross.
She didn't have to look in Jack's direction to know she had embarrassed him, because Bianca's triumphant smile said it all. Bianca wouldn't have been so pleased if Liz had grabbed the mozzarella sticks and ran, Liz was pretty certain that woman was looking to steal her food as much as her man.
The idea of physical intimacy with Jack... 'intimacy' the word fell heavily and uncomfortably into the pit of her stomach leaving her feeling nauseous.
There was talk of honeymoons and private islands as Liz shifted ungainly on her stall, wobbling side to side as she adjusted the hem of her dress. Her shoulder bumped Jack's arm and he did as she expected, he steadied her by slipping his arm 'intimately' around her waist.
She turned her shark-eyes on Jack and pretended to be the actress she was not born to be as she reached up to rub the back of his neck.
"Honey, I don't feel so great" Liz stage whispered, smiling slyly as Jack's ex-wife bristled and her eye did that crazy twitching jealous thing. "I've got a headache coming on."
"It's probably the lights" Jack winked, clearly getting the hint.
"And the noise" she said, allowing him take her elbow as he helped her down from the stall. "I just need to lay down for a while"
Jack touched her cheek briefly before pulling her in against his side. "I think we could both do with an early night - Bianca... Bianca's husband" he nodded and began walking away before his ex-wife decided to attack.
"Well, that wasn't awkward" Liz mumbled under her breath. Jack's hand lid slowly down her back, "I swear if you touch my arse I'll drop kick that pretty face of yours."
"We both know you're not that flexible and thank you," Jack said preening at the back handed compliment. "If I don't touch you inappropriately Bianca won't believe we're about to make passionate love in the back of my limo."
Liz screwed her face up in disgust, "I'm gonna be sick."
"There's a box of donuts in it," he added in a temptingly low voice.
"Deal!"
His hand moved lower, caressing the soft full swell of her behind and squeezing it suggestively in his large hand.