You Spin Me Round - Fic for captain_flyboy

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Characters: Liz Sherman/Jack Harkness
Setting: rp_shadesofgray
Prompt: Music Drabble Meme - You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) – Dope
“I’ve got to have my way now, baby.”
AN: Liz is in complete control. (Yeah right, keep tellin’ yourself that Lizzie. Maybe one day pigs will fly, too.)


“No.” I shake my head as I pull my stocking back on. Where the hell’d the other one end up, anyway? This is why I hate dresses. It’s not so much the dress, more the stuff you have to wear with the dress.

“Well, you can’t come to my office everyday.” Jack has the balls to snort a laugh.

“I will NOT be coming to your office every day for…this!” I glare at him and curse the fact I left my purse sitting next to his desk. That means I have to…be next to him again.

Right…I’m upset about being next to him after I let him fuck me on his desk…again…for the third day in a row.

“We’d better figure something else out, then.” He finishes tying the tie around his neck with a smirk. I used to…love that smirk.

I wander around his office silently, trying to ignore the fact he’s even there. I can’t really leave with one stocking on, can I?

“Lose something?” He asks as he holds up the little bit of fabric I’ve been searching for. I snatch it out of his hand and roll my eyes. “We could always just do this at your place. Then you could just get new clothes” He leans against his desk and shrugs.

“Not my place either. Not your place, not...anyone’s place.” I pick up my purse and glare at him.

“Fine. We’ll just do this no place, next time.” He doesn’t meet my eyes, and like it always does when he’s concerned, it makes me mad.

“There isn’t going to be a ‘next time’, Jack!” I shout loud enough to make him wince. I know I said that the last time, and the time before that. But I mean it this time. I am NOT sleeping with him again. I’m just…not.

He holds up his hands defensively. “Hey, you’re the one in control of this, not me.” He says as he pushes the little button that makes all the blinds in his office shift open, the now universal signal that…we’re done here.

“Have a nice day, Liz.” He meets my eyes finally. He almost looks sad. No, I’m imagining things.

I call back as I’m halfway out the door. “Have a nice life, Jack.”