Summary: Will and Jack take a vacation to the Bahamas, and their relationship is tested when they get stranded on one of the smaller islands after their boat runs out of gas. Meanwhile, Grace and Karen examine their relationship during the rolling blackout that hits NYC that August.
Parings: WillxJack, GracexKaren
Note: This is a sequel to "I'm In Love With You". This won't be a songfic, though I may mention the songs I listened to while writing this. Also, no lemons, though they will get a little hotter and heavier. Hope you all enjoy it! I ended up missing out on the NYC blackout through a series of events, even though I'm right across the bridge and my area was affected, so details are being written through media reports, don't kill me if I'm not completely accurate, thanks!
Also, I've figured out the location of this in the actual show plotline, it takes place between season 5 and 6, as does "I'm In Love With You." Obviously, if I continue this, I won't be following the guidelines for season 6.
"Make me a margarita, would you?"
Will rolled his eyes and began mixing a drink for Jack, who was sprawled out on a lounge chair on the beach in front of them. The gazebo like structure with a drink bar that Will stood inside of was surrounded by palm trees and lay on the white sands of the strip of coastline. Directly in front of the structure, shaded by the palm trees, were the two lounge chairs Will and Jack had been lying in for the past two hours. Their chairs were positioned towards the ocean, where boats and random surfers had cruised by, while seagulls swooped and dove up and down along the silk shore.
"So, fat man, where are we eating tonight?" Jack asked as Will sat on his chair and handed over Jack's drink. In response to this, Will pulled the drink back as Jack reached for it.
"This drink can either go in your mouth or down your shirt, you choose" Will said. Jack gave a sigh and took the drink silently. Will only smiled and laid back into his own chair, watching the shoreline. "I wish I could live here" he sighed. "It would be amazing."
The two of them had arrived on the island just two days before. It had been a month since Will and Jack had gotten together as a couple, and they had planned this vacation in the middle of August to get away and be together for a while. When the decision for where to go came up, there was no question; the Bahamas was where they'd both wanted to be.
Jack pouted for a moment before smiling and jumping up. He put his drink down, then bounced over to Will's chair and plopped down in Will's lap, blocking the older man's view of the ocean. "Hey!" said Will, trying to sit up while pulling off his sunglasses and failing miserably at both; unable to balance himself, he fell back against his chair with a fake frown. Jack stuck his tongue out at him and pulled off Will's glasses gently.
"You're cute when you're pretending to be angry, fat man" Jack said, laying down on top of Will's body and pressing his grinning face up to Will's. They kissed, and Will pulled back.
"And you're annoying when I'm pretending to be angry" Will retorted. Jack gave a fake gasp of anger, and with the grace of an acrobat, pulled himself up by his arms and swung his legs under his chest, plopping down onto Will's chest in a cross legged sit. "Can't breathe Jack" Will said, pushing the younger man down slightly until his lungs started working again. "Damn, I think I'm going to have to start calling you fat man." He winked at his boyfriend in a teasing manner.
Jack decided that he wanted a little cuddling, and so he played nice. "I'm getting fat from all of your glorious cooking" he said, laying back down, this time his back to Will's stomach. Will wrapped his arms around Jack's chest and they laid there for a while, Will once in a while kissing the top of Jack's hair.
"So what are we doing tomorrow?" Jack asked, deciding that it was getting too quiet. Will picked up a booklet from next to his chair, trying not to move much so as to not make Jack have to change positions. He propped the book open on Jack's chest so they could both see it and flipped through it.
"We're renting a boat and visiting some of the other islands" he said, squinting and changing the angle of the book to see it better. "I'm guessing you won't get out of bed before noon, so I rented the boat to leave around one. And it's going to be just the two of us, no driver" he said, grinning slightly.
Jack flipped over onto his stomach and grinned at him. "You plan well, you little rascal" he said, giving him another kiss. "You use your evil lawyer tricks to seduce me into bed!"
Will rolled his eyes and pushed Jack off of him. "Yes, it takes so much to get you into bed, now does it?"
"Ha-ha, funny Truman. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a dip in the ocean and try to get your horrible smell off of me." Jack stuck his nose in the air in a taunting fashion and skipped down the beach and into the water. Will just sighed and shook his head, chuckling to himself. Getting out of the chair, he jogged down the beach to join his boyfriend.
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"Honey, could you get that? It's annoying."
"Karen, if I've told you once, I've told you one hundred times. You're my assistant, which means your ass needs to assist me, now get off of it and answer the phone!"
Karen gave an exasperated sigh and got out of her chair. Searching through the piles of papers on Grace's worktable and pushing them every which way, she finally found the phone that was ringing. "Grace Adler designs" she said in a semi-cheerful voice into the phone, while at the same time giving Grace a death glare. The contrast between her expression and her voice was a bit frightening.
Grace rolled her eyes at the glare and went back to what she was doing. These plans had to be finished by the next night, or else she would lose the job. So far, the room was turning out to be, in Grace's opinion, crap. She was trying to design a bedroom for a mansion that sat on an ocean front, and had a huge viewing window on the east wall looking out into the ocean. She wanted everything in the room to concentrate around that window, the focal point of her designing masterpiece, but nothing was coming together. It didn't help that Karen was being her usual unhelpful self; most of the morning the woman had been filing her nails and conversing with her "Jackie" on her cell phone. Grace silently wondered how Will would allow Jack to spend so much time on the phone when he knew the cost of the long-distance calls.
Grace only looked up again when Karen put down the phone. "Your mother called, she wants dinner or something tonight, be there at eight, blah blah blah" she said, making mocking hand gestures at the end. Looking pouty, she sat back down in her chair and began to file her nails again.
"Karen, you've filed those things five times in the past hour."
"Honey, don't talk to me about filing nails until you decide to take the past fourteen years of nail polish off of your own."
"I clean my nails every week Karen."
"So is that what you tell people?" Karen sniped back, not bothering to look up at Grace, who also kept her face in her own work. The two had developed their own Will and Jack-like retort system over the years, by now facial expressions were no longer needed to convey their messages.
"Yes Karen, and it's the truth, unlike what you tell your accountant when he asks why you spent five thousand dollars on prescription pills a month."
"Hey, why should he think anything else besides that I use them as bullets for my BB gun!"
"If he believed that, then your liquor buying money would magically disappear so that you wouldn't go on a drunken killing spree throughout Manhattan."
"Hey! ... Love you honey."
"Love you too Karen" Grace said, shaking her head and smiling. Now she looked up and over at Karen. How that woman could even think people would care enough to stare at her nails, when there's more interesting things to stare at on her, is beyond me she thought to herself, subconsciously examining the woman's body, her eyes stopping at Karen's bust. Life is so unfair she whined innerly, extremely jealous of her assistant at the moment.
"Honey, if you want to stare at my boobs, do it someplace more appropriate, like the White House" said Karen, inwardly congratulating herself on the witty joke. She was surprised when Grace blushed and turned her head away.
"Damnit, I wish Leo was home" she said suddenly. Karen looked up at her, surprised by the comment. "I don't want to see my mother by myself! Five minutes in there and I'll be a nervous wreck!" She flopped her head down on the table and sighed.
"Well honey, why don't you just ask a friend to go with you?" said Karen, suddenly getting an idea. Grace pulled up her head to look at her assistant.
"Like who?"
"Oh, me silly!" Karen said, putting down her nail file. "I need to spend more time with the little, poor people, and you're perfect for that!" Grace rolled her eyes and turned her head back to her work, pretending to be insulted by the comment. Karen gave another exasperated sigh. "Fine, I'll do it because you're my 'friend'" she said, making little quotation marks "and I want to provide you 'support' through this."
Grace thought for a moment, tapping her pencil on her desk pensively. "Alright" she said, turning to face Karen again. "But you're paying for, and or bringing your own booze." Karen nodded eagerly, causing Grace to roll her eyes and turn back to her work once more. What have I gotten myself into?...