"Lemon? Wake up."
Liz's eyes fluttered open, and she looked around. She was in her bed, and Jack was sitting next to her, smiling. In his hands was a mug of coffee.
"Hi, Jack." Liz sat up, returning his smile. She took the mug from him and held it close to her face, letting the steam wash over her skin. "How are you this morning?"
"Good. How are you, Lemon?"
"I'm good, too." She sipped the coffee carefully.
"So… last night." Jack stared at her expectantly, so Liz took the mug away from her mouth.
"What about it?"
"Do you 'know' yet?" He made air quotes around the word 'know', raising one eyebrow at the dramatic term she'd used the night before.
Liz stared down into the mug. Her reflection was undulating in the hot brown liquid, but she could make out the blank look on her face, like a deer caught in the headlights. "Right." she murmured. "Last night."
Liz had almost forgotten about what had happened the previous night. Her memories came in fragments- Jack's lips hard against hers, stumbling through the door to her apartment, his graceless fingers fumbling with the back of her dress- but she did remember it.
"No, I don't know." she began. "But I also don't think sex was the way to go." When Jack looked crestfallen, she continued. "I mean, you could take me out on a date or something sometime."
"Right." Jack stared purposefully away from her. Liz could see hurt glittering in his strikingly-blue eyes.
"Jack," Liz said gently, putting the mug down on her bedside table. She leaned closer to him until he looked down into her eyes. "I like you. You know that. And I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think I could fall for you."
"I know that, Lemon." Her boss's voice was taut with pain. "It's just hard. Finally, I have you, but you could just slip through my fingers. I don't know if I can live like this."
Liz pulled away from him, her gaze evading his. "...I know. I'm sorry."
"But you're right." Jack continued. "There's a chance you might fall for me. So I'll just keep my fingers crossed. And… dinner sometime, Lemon? I'll definitely do that."
A smile spread across her face, her cheeks getting pleasantly warm. "Thank you, Jack."
"It's my pleasure." Jack grinned. He then leaned down to kiss her. Liz kissed him back, feeling his hands come behind her, entangled in her long, dark hair.
Liz allowed a few moments of this to pass before she broke away from him. "...Jack, we have to go to work."
"Right." He got off of her bed, and she followed him. "So are you planning to tell anyone about our… lovemaking?"
She cringed. "God, Jack. That sounds disgusting."
Jack didn't smile. "Are you?"
"I… I don't know. I didn't think of that." Liz admitted, turning away from him in order to make the bed. "I guess not?"
"Are you ashamed to have slept with me?" he asked.
"No, Jack." Liz craned her neck to look at him, frowning. "Of course I'm not ashamed. You're one of the most important people I know, and you know that. But can you imagine some of the reactions I'd get?" She adopted a flighty British accent, trying to make her voice resemble Jenna's. "'Ooh, Liz, you're so dirty. Tell me everything.' And…" She changed her voice to a clueless, Southern accent. "'Oh, Ms Lemon, I didn't know you and Mr Donaghy were married. Don't you know having S-E-X out of wedlock is-'"
"Okay, Lemon, I get it." Jack said quickly. "Stop with the impressions before my ears start to bleed."
Liz grinned. "One more. Please."
"Who?"
"Tracy."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine."
The dark-haired writer clapped her hands together, beaming. "Yes! Okay, um…" She cleared her throat, and lowered her voice to sound like Tracy. "'I knew it, Liz Lemon. I knew you two were married the whole damn time!'" She giggled. "Okay, that was bad. Really bad."
"Awful." agreed Jack, but he was smiling, too. Liz stared up into his eyes for a few moments, and he leaned down to kiss her again. She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him back.
"You're letting me kiss you again?" Jack murmured incredulously. Liz could feel his breath, warm on her face. "Am I pushing my luck, or are you falling for me already, Elizabeth Lemon?"
"Shut up and kiss me, Jack Donaghy." Liz said softly, and then pressed her lips to his, just to shut him up. Liz Lemon liked to have her way.
