Sexy!Liz Drabble for
captain_flyboy
Feb. 23rd, 2010 05:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Characters: Liz Sherman/Jack Harkness
Rating: PG for suggestiveness
Setting: Bump in the Night!Verse. Shades!Liz would so not do this. At least not right now.
Prompt: Sexy!Liz Drabble Meme
We finally got a night off alone and…he’s doing paperwork. “Jack?” I'm leaning against his back as he sits at his desk. “That looks boring.” I glance at the paperwork he’s been staring at for hours.
“It is.” He doesn’t turn to look at me. I’m even wearing lipstick and that lacy red thing that cost too much for how tiny it is. Still, I look hot. If he’d just look at me.
“Jack?” I draw out his name in a singsongy way. “You need a break.”
“Not now.” He still doesn't look at me. Damn him.
I spin his chair around, my face and barely covered body practically on top of his. “Take a break. Now!” A smirk hits my lips as the pen falls out of his fingers. I stare at him a second, half expecting him to laugh at me. This is so unlike me, but he’s been way too stressed out lately. Something must be done.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He’s got me scooped up in his arms a second later, that unmistakeable grin of his telling me paperwork is the last thing on his mind.
Mission accomplished.
Rating: PG for suggestiveness
Setting: Bump in the Night!Verse. Shades!Liz would so not do this. At least not right now.
Prompt: Sexy!Liz Drabble Meme
We finally got a night off alone and…he’s doing paperwork. “Jack?” I'm leaning against his back as he sits at his desk. “That looks boring.” I glance at the paperwork he’s been staring at for hours.
“It is.” He doesn’t turn to look at me. I’m even wearing lipstick and that lacy red thing that cost too much for how tiny it is. Still, I look hot. If he’d just look at me.
“Jack?” I draw out his name in a singsongy way. “You need a break.”
“Not now.” He still doesn't look at me. Damn him.
I spin his chair around, my face and barely covered body practically on top of his. “Take a break. Now!” A smirk hits my lips as the pen falls out of his fingers. I stare at him a second, half expecting him to laugh at me. This is so unlike me, but he’s been way too stressed out lately. Something must be done.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He’s got me scooped up in his arms a second later, that unmistakeable grin of his telling me paperwork is the last thing on his mind.
Mission accomplished.