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06 June 2010 @ 04:43 am
Round Five - Fic  
Hey, everyone! Time has come for the prompt post to be closed and the writing of fic to begin.

Some Rules/Guidelines for Submission and Feedback:

1. Drabbles should be submitted by commenting on this post. There is no word minimum or maximum. If your fic doesn't fit in one comment (about 4300 characters), that's perfectly fine. Just post an excerpt of your fic and a link to the rest of the story elsewhere.

2. You need to use a subject line for your submissions.

The format you should use is: Title, Prompt, Rating. Example: That's How I Was Raised And I Turned Out TV, The Simpsons reruns, PG

3. Each drabble should be submitted as a new comment to this post.

4. Anyone can submit as many drabbles as they'd like, using any prompts, even your own. More than one person can submit for the same prompt.

5. Feel free to cross-post submissions elsewhere. Just make sure you let others know you wrote if for this drabble-a-thon.

6. If you like what you've read, please take the time to tell the author. Comments are like crack to fanfic writers. We can never get enough. (Please be sure to reply to the comment in which the author posted their drabble, not to this original post, so the author receives your feedback.)

7. Absolutely no flames of any kind will be tolerated in this community. This is supposed to be fun. Read the subject line before reading, and simply skip over something that appears not to be to your liking or rating preference.

The deadline for Round Five Submissions will be on September 23rd. Go on and write, everyone.

Prompt List

the absence of your company
accidental meeting
advice from Mom
after-hours drinking
aging un-gracefully
apples and oranges
around you
artificial insemination

baby names
baby shower
the ball's in your court
beach house
bee sting
better fit
bitch slap
brutal honesty
business juice
"business" trip

Can I play with your wii?
car ride
car service
catching the bouquet
Cheese Scarf
Chinese food
chocolate cake
cold feet
complete 180
Coney Island
cooking class
corporate bonding

do it again
Dream about you
drunk dialing
drunk on fish

easy bake oven

fake husband
Fate or Coincidence
four years and counting...

getting older
Ghost of You
girls night out
the glass is half empty
the glass is half full
good surprise?
green card

hair dye
Hard Equations And Rational Thinking
Heavy Heart
hot child in the city
how did you sleep?

I miss you
it's too big

Jack’s baby?
Jack gets punched
jeans in the oven
job interview
just like that

killing time

laser tag
Last Confession
lost pants
Love Lockdown
lovers (not in between meat and pizza)

make it without you
making amends
margarita Thursday
maybe not
movie premiere

never in a million years, Jack Donaghy
new glasses
not me

pizza party
Poison Ivy

quiet time

real estate
real love

sandwich rules
Saturday morning
Sean Hannity
Second City
second divorce
second marriage
sex therapist
she's fantastic
Shooting Stars
shut your face
silver lining
Snapple cap
sock it to me
sour lemon
Star Trek
stop doing that
streets ahead
surprising development

There’s only One Liz Lemon in the world!
thumbs up
time and time again
tissue paper
top chef
the trouble with dreams

underneath it all
unusual middle names

very, very wrong

wedding gift
who is it?
Wii Fit
worth it

you can do better
you don't say?
YouFace profile
you're cold

Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Andrew Belle - Replace Me
writer_emwriter_em on August 26th, 2010 11:48 am (UTC)
Treat It As A Test, zipper, T
He could feel her hands on his belt as his hands cupped her face.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me have elevator sex with you,” he said, unable to keep the smirk of his face as his fingers slid through her hair.

“I can’t believe I agreed to elevator sex. Just make sure we stay underneath the camera. I do not need Jenna or Frank finding out about this.”

“Don’t worry Lemon, I’ll wipe the tapes later. Or make a copy. I-“

“Less talking, more sexing, idiot.” she replied distractedly as the finally the buckle undid.

Her fingers went straight the button of his trousers, struggling to slot it though the hole.

He laughed, something that he had noticed he did a lot around her, and pulled her face towards his. His tongue plunged into her mouth and her hands dropped away from his pants.

“I can’t believe I agreed to elevator sex. Just make sure we stay under the camera.”

“I’ll wipe the tapes later. Or make a copy. I-”

“Less talking, more sexing, idiot.” She replied distractedly as the buckle finally undid.

Her fingers went straight to the button, having trouble pushing it through the hole.

He laughed something that he had noticed he did a lot around her, and pulled her against him. He tilted her face up, and his lips met hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and she moaned. The button finally gave way and she reached up, pushing at his jacket. He struggled his way out of it as he spun them on the spot, carefully keeping them under the camera.

His hands slid down her body. They smoothed across her back, before grabbing at her skirt covered ass, pulling at the fabric.

He hoisted her and their mouths broke apart, the carriage filled with the sound of their heavy breathing.

The skirt rolled up, and he kept pushing until it bunched around her hips. Clasping one of her thighs, he wedged her between him and the wall, his free hand searching out the dampness between her legs. His fingers brushed across her damp panties, pressing lightly across her sex and she moaned.

He pulled his hand away, reaching for his zipper.


“What?” she asked distractedly.

“My zipper. Hang on...”

He let go of her fully, stepping back, both hands reaching for his zipper.

He yanked at the metal but it wouldn’t move.

“Jack?” she said, shifting uncomfortably, her skirt slipping down her thighs a little.

“Hang on... Hang on” he replied, pulling more forcefully before “FUCK!”

“... It’s broken?” she asked, running a hand through her hair.

“Yes.” He growled, continuing to pull at it.

“Well,” she announced after a few seconds of thought, “that sucks.”

mindymakru: boots by art in disguisemindymakru on August 27th, 2010 04:13 am (UTC)
Re: Treat It As A Test, zipper, T
*snort*! Less talking and more sexing is true of them in general I believe :) This was fun.
writer_emwriter_em on August 29th, 2010 03:52 pm (UTC)
Re: Treat It As A Test, zipper, T
Most def! haha, thanks!