Title: New York Elevators are only
Empty on TV
Fandom: 30 Rock
Summary: For passion_perfect's Christmas Wish List. Written for mammothluv, prompt "an awkward elevator ride". Apologies for it being short, blame it on procrastination and the joys of writing femslash around my cousins.
Disclaimers: I do not own 30 Rock or its characters. No profit made, no infringement intended.
"I'm not gay."
"You're the one that kissed me, Liz," Gretchen replies with a sigh.
"Can't a woman just kiss another woman in friendship?" Liz tries.
"Not with tongue," Gretchen says with a smirk. "Who randomly kisses-slash-attacks their ex-blind-lesbian-date in the elevator, by the way?"
"I missed you," Liz mumbles lamely in her own defense.
"I got that from the way you pinned me against the wall," Gretchen replies.
Liz blushes, looking away. They stand in silence as the lights flash through the numerous floors.
"I want to kiss you again," Liz blurts out as they pass the 84th floor.
"You do realize that those of us who are lesbians get turned on when you kiss us repeatedly, right?" Gretchen says with frustration.
"Maybe that's actually part of my desired outcome..." Liz mumbles with a blush.
Gretchen raises her eyebrow.
"So by not gay, you mean...?" Gretchen asks.
"Gay," Liz replies with a smile, pulling Liz in for another kiss.