Author's Note: This takes place somewhere in season 7. Just to paint a small picture without going into a lot of detail in the actual story itself. kthksbyeee


Jack always knew that he could turn Karen on. He knew since he first touched her back when he wanted to be a massage therapist not too longer after they met. It only became more obvious when he'd ask to kiss her and she never even hesitated to comply. She would let him do anything he wanted to her. She didn't care about her husband or the person she happened to be with at the time. She wanted him and he knew it.

He would never admit it, but Jack liked to use this power he had over Karen to his advantage. Like last week when she took him shopping with her and he really wanted a particular pair of jeans, but Karen refused, reminding him she had just bought him a pair the week prior and he still had yet to wear them. He begged her to at least see how great his ass looked in the jeans, inviting her into the dressing room with him. She had rolled her eyes, but as soon as she stepped into the small space, Jack pushed the door shut and kissed her, backing her into the wall. He grabbed her wrists and brought her hands around to his ass, smiling against her mouth when he felt her squeeze.

"See?" he mumbled, their lips still connected.

"Mmm," she moaned, tilting her head to the side, her tongue brushing his lips.

Twenty minutes later they walked out of the store, Jack's new jeans in one of the many bags they had, both of them with satisfied grins on their faces, but for very different reasons.

Then there were times when Jack just felt like kissing her. He couldn't explain it at all, but he'd be sitting next to her on the couch in his apartment, watching as she told him a story or just idly drank her martini, her eyes fixated on the television, and he just felt such an urge to take her in his arms and kiss her.

On a warm Friday night, they were in Karen's bedroom. The balcony doors were open, letting the summer night air breeze into the room as the curtains swayed in a dance with the wind. Karen perched in the middle of the bed, looking down at some photographs Jack had found in the closet where he was snooping while Karen was yelling at her staff. He lay next to her, his head in her lap, handing her photos, curiosity coursing through him, and she explained and answered any questions he had about each memory. He watched, fascinated by the gleam in her eyes as she spoke him and he found that all too familiar urge rise within his chest. He sat up, taking the photo from her hand gently and set it aside. Karen opened her mouth to question him, but he cut her off with his tongue as it slipped between her lips, seeking hers out almost desperately.

He felt Karen's hands course through his hair, her fingers tugging as the short strands on his neck. He turned his body, his hands on her back guiding her to lay down, his body hovering over her. He ran his hands all over her, caressing and delighting in the feel of the silk of her nightgown and the soft curves of her body beneath his fingertips. He loved this nightgown on her; he even helped her pick it out. It was a cream color, short with a slit up to just below her hip. Her bosom was low cut and covered by only a thin layer of lace, just enough to see the pink of her nipples.

He loved her breasts. His face had been between them many times; whether he was motorboating her or just cuddling, he loved the feel of them against his cheeks. He slid one of his hands from her hip to her tits, his palm not large enough to cover her full breast, and he massaged it, just the way he knew would get her worked up. She mewled into his mouth, her back arching to press her chest further into his hand. He trailed his lips down her neck to her collarbone, his teeth nibbling and his lips sucking at the exposed area. Karen raised her leg up and hooked her ankle behind his calf, bringing his leg between hers so his jean clad thigh was pressed perfectly against the apex between her thighs.

Jack lifted his head from her neck, a surprised look on his face. This position was new. Karen peered up at him through hooded eyes, her green orbs filled with desire. Feeling a boldness he never felt with any other woman before, Jack shifted and pressed his thigh further into her, aware of the heat radiating from between her legs. Karen gasped, her eyes widening at the sensation of his muscular thigh applying the perfect amount of pressure to her clit.

For a moment they just stared at each other. His hand was still on her breast and he could feel her rapid heart beat beneath his palm, both their chests heaving breathlessly from their deep kisses. He could practically see the questions running through her mind, but he himself didn't know what was happening. He finally tore his eyes away from hers and scanned down her neck and shoulders to her chest, as if he was mesmerizing the way she looked in this moment. He curled his fingers that were resting on her breast and yanked down on the material of her nightgown, exposing a perky pink nipple to his hungry eyes. Without hesitation, he leaned down and captured the nub in his mouth, his tongue laving ravenously at the hardened nipple.

Karen gasped again at the sensation and before she could stop herself, she began rotating her hips in a circular motion, grinding against his leg. She was soaked, breathless, and in dire need of a release. Jack, taking note of her movements, pressed himself even closer to her, his mind curious and desperate to see what she looked like when she came.

Never releasing his lips from her tit, he lifted his eyes to watch as her eyes fluttered and her hands grasped at the pillow beneath her head. He bit down gently and used his other hand to pinch her neglected breast, still covered by lace. Karen cried out and then shuddered, gasping as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Jack felt her release on his jeans, a wet spot now marked on his thigh. He pulled his lips away from her nipple and a 'pop' sound from the suction seemed to echo in their ears. He grinned like the cheshire cat as he watched his satisfied friend catch her breath, a moan or two still escaping her kiss bruised lips.

"Damn," she muttered finally, opening her eyes to catch his. "What the hell just happened?"

Smirking, Jack looked thoughtfully down at her. "I believe you just had what we call a 'lady-gasm'. It's when the female, such as yourself-"

She smacked his arm and they both erupted into a fit of giggles. Jack rolled off of her and onto his back, trying to ignore the fact that she got off and he didn't. As if reading his mind, he felt Karen toss a leg over his upper thighs so she was straddling him. Her nightgown was still out of place, the straps now loosely down around her biceps and one of her tits still exposed. She had her hands on his chest, her fingers drawing small circles over the hard muscles there.

"Jackie?" she asked sweetly. "Has a woman ever given you a blow job?"

He frowned, only slightly. "No." He glanced up and saw the gleam in her eyes, a dirty grin spreading across his lips to match hers. "But there's a first time for everything, right?"


end part one

A/N: I didn't expect to make this a two-parter (maybe three?), but the closer I got to the end the more I realized this might have more potential than originally planned. Please leave a review!