Good day. Apparently I've written a Will and Grace story. I'm just as surprised by this as you are.

Win Them All In The End

Summary: One of Karen's employees assaults her and she isn't sure how to respond. When Will and Grace notice their friend attempting to hide bruises, along with Karen generally behaving stranger than usual, they try to get her to tell them what happened and help her decide what to do about it.

Before we get started, let me explain some of my artistic choices for this story. I had intended originally for this to focus almost entirely on Karen and Will - since I adore putting characters together when they have a somewhat hostile relationship in their original media. I god damned love seeing people who sorta don't get along showing that they care about each other. God-damned love it. And for this reason, I ended up including Grace more in this than I had originally intended as well, because really, she and Karen have a somewhat hostile relationship too and I'm gonna make them be nice to each other somewhere in here. Don't worry - I've tried to keep everyone in character - after all, the hostility is part of why these characters have the chemistry that they do. I did my best to not take that away, even with the occasional seasonings of warm, fuzzy feelings.

Karen is the main focus in this story, Will is the secondary, and Grace is the tertiary, but it's really all about Karen... This is her story - Will and Grace just play large roles in it. Unfortunately, Jack didn't really seem to fit into this plot. I kinda wanted to try to find a place for him in here, but I couldn't do it without it seeming forced and without him throwing off the general tone I was going for, so he's gonna sit this one out.

I wrote this with season 1 in mind - since I had certain plot details in my mind that kind of all fit together in season 1 - Karen is married to and living with Stan, Will and Grace are living together, Karen refers to Will as her lawyer... It really doesn't matter if you want to pretend it happens later. Very few of the somewhat minor details point toward season 1, so it really doesn't matter to me if it doesn't matter to you. Also, in this I kind of imply that Will owns a car and I kinda don't think he actually did. I remember them using a rental car in the show on more than one occasion, so maybe he doesn't have one of his own, but do you really care? I gave him a cell phone in this too. Would have been around 1998, so maybe that's not likely... but I could see someone in Will's line of work being in possession of a mobile phone even in the technology's earlier days. I doubt anyone really cares that much about such small potential continuity errors though. If it bothers you, lower your standards. This is a fanfiction story. Geeze.

This story isn't going to be all that long - six chapters as of now. I don't plan on adding more, but you never know.

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CHAPTER 1

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Karen's whole day had been thrown off already and it was only ten o'clock. Her clothing guy was off having some kind of surgery, so one of her other employees was filling in, and she honestly wasn't sure she'd ever even seen the guy before. He didn't know her process and didn't seem to know a damn thing about fashion either. He'd dragged a bunch of potential outfits to her bed instead of just keeping them in the closet and he'd forgotten about shoes entirely. She'd already had to tell him no on three different outfit suggestions, and his jewelry recommendations were atrocious.

"This is more of a summer look." Karen whined as she tossed yet another unwanted dress to the floor. "And... God... Honey, this is a nightgown." She scoffed, tossing the rather revealing garment dramatically behind her as she looked back down at her bed, where her clothing-guy's fill-in had laid out several outfits he'd haphazardly thrown together.

"Blue and black go together, right?" He suggested with a slight English accent, indicating a black blouse laid on top of a patterned blue skirt.

Karen stared down at the combination and shook her head. "Not like that, honey. That skirt doesn't go with anything." She threw the skirt to the floor, and then rubbed her hand across the robe she was wearing. Just picking up that skirt made her hand feel dirty. "Lord, it looks like something Grace would wear." She shuddered and tried to avoid eye-contact with the hideous garment on the top of the reject-clothes pile. This guy must have had to venture all the way to the back of her closet to find that. She didn't even remember buying it. It must have been one of her really, really drunk purchases. She had trouble believing even an utterly plastered version of herself would have allowed such a thing into her closet.

Wardrobe-Guy's stand-in stood awkwardly next to her, looking down at the terrible clothing choices he'd made for her. He was becoming more and more quiet with each passing minute as he realized he didn't know what he was doing and was utterly failing at this job.

"This is from last season." Karen spoke with a sigh as she tossed a shirt behind her and looked down at the skirt that had been underneath it. "I might be able to make this work though... But not with any of these blouses..." She tossed the skirt away and tried to find one that would work with one of the shirts that were already here so she wouldn't have to go search her closet.

The rejected clothing was piling up on the floor like a sad little mountain.

"Why don't you just go make me a drink, English." She ordered. "I'll just do this myself."

"Of course, Miss Walker." The man agreed with a very slight edge to his voice and made his way over to Karen's dresser, where several bottles of alcohol were. "I'm sorry about the clothing. I'm doing my best." He seemed somewhat annoyed with her, but Karen was used to her employees feeling that way.

Karen glanced toward him and then back down at her bed where several skirts and blouses were still laid out. She moved one of the shirts toward a skirt that would look much better with it than what Wardrobe-Guy's replacement had suggested.

She looked back toward English again, whose real name she didn't know. She just called him that because he had an English accent and she didn't want to expend the effort to learn his name. He was a huge, tall man who looked better suited for heavy-lifting than putting together a worthy ensemble. He clearly didn't ordinarily have experience working with clothing. When she'd asked for a replacement for Wardrobe-Guy, she'd hoped someone who had at least a better fashion sense than Grace would be sent up. "Honey, who the hell are you?" She asked with a frown.

He stared back and hesitated. "Um... Well... I'm Richard." He finally answered, sounding uncertain. "Richard Leary? I was hired three weeks ago. We actually never formally met. Someone else hired me."

"Yeah, I got a guy for that." Karen giggled. She rarely ever hired her own employees. It was too much work. Then she frowned again. "I don't mean your name though..." She couldn't give a damn what the names of her employees were. She barely cared what her friends' names were. "I mean what do you ordinarily do. When you're not utterly failing at Wardrobe-Guy's job, who are you?" She shook her head and rolled her eyes as she turned back around and swapped one shirt on her bed for another. She threw the unwanted one to the floor.

"Oh. You mean my ordinary job." Richard realized.

Karen scoffed. "Yeah." How many times did she have to ask? "What do you do, English?" She said slowly and more loudly as she shrugged out of her robe and tossed it onto the floor with the discarded clothing.

"I'm a mechanic." Richard answered. "I've been working on-"

"Ah, of course... The other mechanic died or something." Karen interrupted. "I remember now. Rosario said something about you. I dismissed it as incoherent maid-babble."

Richard finished pouring Karen's drink and made his way over to her. "Here you are, Miss." He offered it to her.

Karen gladly took it and gulped the whole thing down. It was strong - just what she needed. Being up at ten in the morning and being pretty much on her own dressing herself was stressful.

"Anything else I can do to help?" Richard asked as he looked down at her.

Hesitating, Karen stared back at him. He could retrieve her shoes, but he'd probably get the wrong ones, and now that she knew he was a mechanic, she really didn't like the idea of him touching them. "How 'bout you just get me a refill, and keep 'em coming." She suggested, handing her empty glass back to him, turning back toward the bed, and pulling her slip nightgown up over her head. She tossed it to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Rosario was going to have a lot of laundry to do thanks to this guy's lack of taste.

Having finally decided on an outfit all on her own, Karen picked up the dark skirt she'd chosen and stepped into it, sliding it up her thighs until it was properly positioned, so that the soft fabric hung down to just above her knees.

As she pulled a black camisole over her head, she looked over her shoulder to see that Richard, though over by the alcohol, was doing a lot more staring than pouring. "Zip me up, English." She ordered. "If you're gonna just stand there anyway." She added with a scoff before turning back to the bed and looking down at the grey and pink cardigan she was now second-guessing herself on. Perhaps all-black would be a better way to go...

Karen basically ignored Richard's existence as he made his way over to her and zipped up the zipper on the back of her skirt. She even ignored the fact that he placed his hand on her hip and let it stay there a little longer than he probably needed to in order to get the job done. She couldn't help but to notice him when he lingered a bit too long behind her, let his hand run several inches down her thigh, and even seemed to lean himself up against her.

Freezing, Karen looked straight ahead and tried to figure out if she was being paranoid. He did have to get close in order to follow her orders. Zipping up a skirt without touching the skirt at all would be pretty difficult to do. Perhaps he had to get a little handsy. Her regular Wardrobe-Guy put his hands all over her all the time, but it never felt this creepy... Maybe that was just because she wasn't used to this guy, and he wasn't used to her. Maybe he hadn't meant to brush up against her... And maybe he just wasn't very graceful around clothing... But he was still standing there... for no reason... and now seemed to be smelling her hair.

"Woah, there, English." Karen spun around and stared up at the mechanic. "I said zip, not smell. What the hell's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry." He raised his hands in defense, but didn't move away from her. They were still only inches apart. "I was checking if you're wearing any perfume - I was going to make a suggestion."

Karen narrowed her eyes and stared at him. "What, do you think I wear it on the top of my head?" She frowned. The guy's story seemed suspicious, but she was wearing perfume, and it was expensive, and she did feel like showing it off. So she leaned her head back a bit and put her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down toward her so that he could smell the skin near her collar bone, which was where she'd applied the fragrance. "It's here." She told him as she drew him closer.

Richard put one hand on her shoulder as he leaned in very close to her neck and inhaled the scent. "That's nice, Miss Walker."

Karen smirked. "I know. It's good, right?" She owned only the best of everything, and that included fragrances.

"Very good. You're a very elegant woman, Miss Walker." Richard noted in a low voice. He kept his hand on her shoulder and moved the other to her lower back, pulling her a bit closer to his chest and inhaling the scent on her neck again. "So sexy." He added in what was almost a whisper.

"Uh... Yeah..." Karen frowned this time as she started to try to lean away from him. His hands held her firmly in place. She wondered if he even noticed she was trying to shrug out of his grip. He was pretty strong, and she wasn't. Maybe he couldn't even tell that she wanted him to let go... She didn't want to be entirely forceful and make a big deal out of nothing, but she also kinda wanted him to back off.

When his grip didn't loosen, Karen relaxed for a moment, hoping he would let go on his own. Surely he wasn't meaning to be this creepy. He just didn't know his own strength, perhaps, and Karen did willingly invite him to smell her perfume - he was only doing what she'd invited him to do...

The two of them remained close for a somewhat awkward moment, until Karen started to feel more uncomfortable than she was willing to put up with. Richard only seemed to lean in closer against her skin and to pull her tighter against his chest and was still smelling her. She could even feel the stubble of his facial hair prickling her collar bone and his breath on the delicate skin of her throat.

With a nervous laugh, Karen shoved him somewhat gently, but harder than she had before. For a moment, he still didn't budge. Karen frowned and pushed him harder. "That's enough, English." She finally demanded, starting to feel nervous when he still held onto her a bit too hard and showed no signs of letting go. "Get off of me!" She ordered in a more forceful voice as she shoved him literally as hard as she could.

Richard finally let her push him away. He smiled down at her as she frowned up at him.

"Want another drink?" Richard asked. "I mean, if you've got time... When are you supposed to be going in to work?"

"Do I want another drink?" Karen laughed nervously. This guy was confusing her with all the back and forth - being a screw up, then doing exactly what she wanted, then being a creep, then being good again, then a creep again, and then offering her the thing she loved most - alcohol. "Do you even have to ask? Of course I do..." She smiled. She simply couldn't resist a drink. Forgiving people's faults was much easier when they offered her a beverage. "And as for work... Honey, I don't know that I've ever gotten there on time. Don't even know when 'on time' is... I've got plenty of time for drinks. If there's one thing you need to learn while working here, it's that Karen Walker has always got time for a drink." She informed him.

Richard smiled and gently but somewhat forcefully pushed her onto the bed so that she was sitting down on the edge of the mattress.

Karen frowned, but didn't stand back up. She wasn't sure what this guy's game was. It was almost as though he was flirting with her... But every employee here knew she was married to Stan. Surely this guy wouldn't be so brazen as to actually try something. Karen didn't mind a bit of flirting sometimes, as long as a bit of flirting was all it amounted to. She wasn't fond of how controlling this guy seemed to be.

If she thought Richard was going to be a long-term problem, she would have probably told him to get the hell out right then and there, but she supposed a little bit of creepy combined with compliments and someone who would pour her drinks all morning wasn't so bad. She'd probably never see him again once Wardrobe-Guy recovered from his surgery, so maybe it didn't matter that this guy was a little weird.

Richard paced across the room, poured two drinks this time, and made his way back over toward the bed. He sat down next to Karen and handed her one of the drinks - which he'd filled pretty full - as he took a drink from the other.

Karen narrowed her eyes and stared at him as she sipped her beverage. She didn't often drink with her employees, but most of them never seemed interested in drinking anyway. She wasn't sure if she minded him inviting himself to drink or not. In a way, she enjoyed that this guy was kind of challenging her superior position in this relationship. She appreciated people who had the capacity to be bold, but only up until their boldness conflicted with her interests. This man was kind of right on the border of becoming obnoxious. She couldn't quite tell if what he was doing was fun and playful or if it was annoying and insulting to her authority.

"Decide which sweater to wear yet?" Richard wondered. "Something low-cut would look nice." He commented as he put his arm around her shoulders and looked down at her chest.

Karen shrugged away, shook her head, sighed loudly, and took a long drink. "You're not straight, are you?" She frowned up at him and pouted. She preferred her clothing-guys to be gay men or women. She did, after all, get undressed in front of them, and though in certain instances she enjoyed attention of straight men, she wasn't sure she really liked this one. He was a bit too forward, and she didn't like that he seemed to be competing with her for control.

Richard frowned. "Is that a problem? No one ever asked me that when I applied..."

Karen shook her head. "No... Not for a mechanic... You probably shouldn't be in charge of clothing after today though. You're not very good at it, and no offense, honey, but you're kind of a creep." She laughed as she finished her drink and looked back at Richard. He wasn't smiling.

"Why don't you take that down to the kitchen and get back to working on the helicopter or whatever it was you said you were doing." Karen suggested as she handed him her empty glass and stood up. His assertiveness wasn't cute, flattering, or charming. It was creepy and only creepy. She was officially over it.

She heard Richard place both her glass and his rather forcefully down on her nightstand and then felt his hand wrap around her arm. He pulled her back roughly so that she stumbled backward and landed in his lap.

By this point, she was done with the back and forth, and was no longer willing to give this guy the benefit of the doubt. This didn't feel fun and playful anymore. As much as she loved fuzzy lines between professional relationships and unprofessional ones, she didn't like how he was acting, and was not at all interested in being anywhere near him. Karen was generally pretty easy going and didn't mind a bit of inappropriateness, but not when it seemed so forceful and uninvited.

"Get your hands off me!" She demanded as she struggled to stand back up. Richard had his arm wrapped around her waist and gripped her wrist rather hard with his other hand. He wouldn't let her up. "I'm warning you, English. Get your filthy, perverted, giant yeti hands off me right now or you'll never work in this town again."

Richard laughed and did not loosen his grip at all. In fact, his fingers around her wrist even tightened. She felt like they might leave bruises. "Come on, Karen." He whined as he pulled her closer. "Are you serious right now? You had to ask me if I was straight after all that? I can tell what you want. You were so leading me on just then."

"I was not!" Karen defended as she tried to stand again, but couldn't. "Get your grubby paws off me!" She demanded as she shoved her hands uselessly against his chest.

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows as he pulled her closer. "Getting undressed in front of me? Asking me to zip up your skirt and smell your perfume? I can take a hint, Miss Walker." He smirked and leaned in as if he was going to kiss her.

With a wince, Karen dodged his kiss. Feeling quite panicked by now and having no other choice, she struck out at him with her free hand, slapping him across the face as hard as she could. The force actually hurt her hand, and hopefully his face. It seemed to slow him down, but also clearly made him angry, and didn't do a thing to loosen his grip around her wrist.

"You bitch!" He growled, hitting her back, across her cheek, much harder than she'd hit him.

Karen gasped in pain and shock and brought her free hand up to her face as squeezed her eyes shut. She felt pained tears stinging at her eyes as the memory of Richard's hand stung her cheek. She probably would have fallen back from the force of his hand if he weren't still holding onto her arm in a very tight, painful grip.

"Ask a mechanic to dress you up like a doll, and this is what you get." He laughed, effortlessly picking her up and slamming her down against the mattress before climbing on top of her. "I'm not your wardrobe guy. If this is how you act with your other one, you better be glad he's gay. No straight man would put up with how you just behaved. Straight men don't like playing fucking games and being led on without ever getting anywhere."

Karen felt tears stinging her eyes as she frowned up at Richard, who was now straddling her and gripping one of her wrists with each of his hands, holding her arms down very securely against the bed. For the moment, she was at a loss for words, unsure if she should be angry or terrified. She was completely unused to being treated so roughly. Sure, Stan got a little heavy sometimes, and had on occasion hurt her a bit without meaning to, since he was so huge. It was easy for Stan to lean the wrong way and nearly kill someone, but he'd never hurt his wife on purpose. This guy was being very purposefully violent, and Karen hadn't even wanted to get physical with him in the first place.

Richard moved her arms up over her head so he could hold them both in place with one of his own monstrous hands. With his other hand, he gripped her face and smirked down at her. With his fingers over her jaw and neck, he rubbed his thumb over her lips. "You're so sexy, Karen." He said in a low voice as he shook his head slightly and stared into her eyes. "I had seen photos of you, and had seen you from a distance, but you're even more enchanting up close. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you."

Karen whimpered and turned her face away. Richard moved his hand down to her neck, wrapping his fingers threateningly over her throat, but fortunately not applying any pressure. Karen breathed in a frightened breath and looked back up into his eyes. "You need to get off of me right now." She threatened, trying to sound assertive even though she was entirely terrified. "I put up with a lot from you people, but I'm not going to put up with this." She told him.

Richard offered a sarcastic chuckle as he stared down at her with a mixture of fondness and aggression in his eyes. Still gripping her wrists in one hard, bruising hand, he ran his other down over her breast, across her stomach, and up under the tin material of her shirt. She felt his fingers fighting to make their way up under her bra.

"Stop!" Karen begged as she pulled uselessly at her wrists and tried to squirm under the man's heavy weight. He was nowhere near as big as Stan, but he was still a lot bigger than she was, and she couldn't throw him off no matter how hard she tried. "You work for me you son of a bitch!" She reminded him as she grew more and more desperate and scared. The only way to end this was to get him to listen to her, and it didn't seem like that was going to happen.

"Shhh." Richard cooed as he leaned down closer and as his rough hand pawed painfully at the skin under her shirt. "Just relax, Karen. You were practically begging for this."

She whimpered in pain and fear and squeezed her eyes shut and felt tears now freely falling over her cheeks. Even ignoring the fact that he was touching her when she asked him not to, his touch was painful. He pressed and squeezed at her skin with such roughness as he crushed her wrists in his other hand. "Please stop! You're hurting me!" Karen pleaded in a voice that sounded pathetic even to her. "Please..." She whimpered. She felt so degraded and insulted to have to beg someone like this, but she didn't know what else to do.

"Don't cry. You're okay." He spoke in a deceptively gentle voice. "I'm not going to hurt you, Miss Walker." Richard promised. "Just calm down. Don't fight me. You know you want this too. I could tell."

"I don't! Get off of me!" Karen sniffed back tears as she felt his rough hand still pawing around under her shirt. "I don't want to do this!" She insisted when he continued to ignore her demands. "Stop!" Karen nearly screamed as her attacker's calloused hand continued to move over her sensitive skin. She tugged at her wrists again, which only caused him to grip her harder. Karen winced and felt herself shaking slightly under his hard hands. She honestly didn't know what to do next. Usually she made a demand, and she was immediately listened to. Ordinarily, if she rejected someone, they walked away with their head down, but this guy didn't seem to be like other men she'd had to disappoint in the past. He wasn't taking no for an answer. She didn't know how to deal with him.

"I may not be able to match your clothes together, but I'm good at this. Trust me." He laughed as he groped under her shirt for a moment longer before moving his hand around to her back and going for the zipper he'd secured on her skirt only several minutes earlier.

"No!" Karen pleaded as she tried to kick out her legs. Richard was practically sitting on her thighs. She could hardly move. "Please don't..." She whimpered. She felt more tears threatening to spill over as her panic grew. She couldn't believe this was happening. "Stop! Get your hands off of me! Let me go!" Karen's voice was rising as her panic increased. She hated feeling so desperate and powerless. It was a very foreign feeling. Most people took her seriously, or at least respected her position in society enough not to mess with her.

"Shhh... Keep your voice down." Richard threatened as he squeezed her wrists very painfully and clamped his other hand down over her mouth. He stared down into her tear-filled eyes. "I don't want to have to hurt you, Karen." He growled. "But I will if you make me. Stop crying. If anyone hears you, you're going to regret it."

Karen swallowed a lump in her throat and considered this. If she screamed, this man claimed he was going to hurt her, which was entirely frightening. He was tall and muscular, had already demonstrated his strength, and could certainly deliver on that threat easily if he wanted to. Yet he was already hurting her, and she hadn't really made that much noise. If she didn't alert someone to what was happening, he was going to hurt her anyway.

Keeping his hand over her face, Richard let go of Karen's wrists for a moment and used that hand to reach toward the waist of her skirt. Karen whimpered a muffled cry and tried to squirm underneath him.

Now that her hands were free, she could better fight him, even if she couldn't beg or scream anymore. With both of her hands, she reached toward the hand that was trying to undress her, prying at his fingers until he abandoned his attempt to manually silence her and went back to gripping her wrists with that hand instead.

"If you don't get off of me, right now, I'm going to scream. You and I both know at least ten people will hear me." Karen threatened with a trembling voice as soon as his hand moved off of her lips. She had a lot of servants, and a handful were bound to be within earshot. If this ordeal got any louder, someone would come to check on her. She tried to sound strong and assertive in her threats, but couldn't help her shaking breaths. She was so scared.

As soon as the words exited her mouth, Richard paused, staring down at her as though she'd just punched him. He looked pretty angry, but Karen honestly could not guess what he was thinking right now.

Threatening to scream could get Richard to finally listen to her - or, it could remind him that she had the power to get him into a lot of trouble for what he was doing. If she seemed too powerful, it might make him feel trapped, in which case he might do something crazy, perhaps even as crazy as killing her to keep her from talking.

As he glared down at her, with anger-filled eyes, Karen started to wonder if she should have taken another approach. He had stopped what he was doing, but still hadn't let her go, and he looked so angry. She didn't know what he was thinking. "Just... Let me go, and we'll forget any of this ever happened." She suggested with a frightened, pained wince as his grip around her wrists did not loosen even a bit. "I won't say anything to anyone. You can keep your mechanic job... No one ever has to know..."

Karen nearly gasped as she heard a knock on the bedroom's door. "Miss Karen." It was Rosario's voice. She didn't sound frantic or worried. She didn't know anything was going on.

Richard slammed his hand back over her face immediately, pressing down pretty hard as he scowled down at her.

Karen stared back, up into Richard's eyes, silently begging him not to do anything crazy. She wondered if she should try to call out to Rosie right now. It would be a soft, muffled cry, but probably enough to be heard, and enough to alert her maid that something was wrong. But doing so could make things worse. She could end up getting Rosario hurt as well. Richard was very strong. He could probably fight off both Karen and Rosario at the same time without risking much injury to himself.

"Don't say a damn thing about this to anyone." Richard whispered in a voice so low she could barely hear him. "Not a word. Understand?"

Karen nodded. She could feel herself shaking.

"Miss Karen." Rosario called out again. "The car's ready."

"Get rid of her." Richard demanded in a very low voice as he slowly lifted his hand off of Karen's mouth.

"J-just a minute, Rosie." Karen called out, trying to sound as calm as possible even with Richard still hovering threateningly over her, still gripping her wrists in crushing, painful hands.

"You alright, Miss Karen?" Rosario asked. She must have noticed the edge to Karen's voice. "Can I come in?" She heard the door knob rattling and frowned when she realized Richard must have locked it. He seemed to have planned this to some extent.

Karen shook her head. "No... Don't come in... I'm almost ready. I'm fine. Just... I'm just kinda hung over. Not feeling so great, you know... I'll be downstairs in a minute."

"Alright." She heard Rosario sigh and then heard her light footfalls as she left the door and made her way down the hall.

She stared into Richard's eyes as he stared back down into hers. He still hadn't let her go. What if he wasn't going to? Maybe she should have alerted Rosario that something was going on after all...

"Not a word, Karen." He said again.

Karen quickly nodded, swallowing a lump in her throat and pulling gently at her still-trapped arms. Richard squeezed her wrists tighter for a few seconds before finally letting go, but still leaned menacingly over her.

"I mean it." Richard threatened. "I've been pretty nice to you, but I don't have to keep being gentle. I am gonna see you again, and I'm not afraid to take this further than you'd like."

Karen frowned. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He finally climbed off of her, stood at the edge of the bed, and offered his hand down to her.

Reluctantly, Karen took it and let him pull her up to her feet. She stood on shaky legs as she watched him cautiously. He clapped his hands on her shoulders before moving one hand up to her chin, tilting her face upward and leaning in for a quick kiss. Ordinarily, Karen would have punched him for that, but she was still quite frightened of how he might retaliate. She didn't feel so powerful right now.

"Sorry I hit you." He commented as he finally let go of her and made his way over to the door. "But you did hit me first."

Karen stared at him silently. It wasn't until he finally opened the door and exited that Karen exhaled a breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding in.

With shaking hands, she reached back and re-zipped her skirt. She also noticed her cami was pushed up all the way up to the bottom of her breasts and her bra was pushed up over them. She tugged the garments back down and grabbed the closest cardigan off her bed, pulling it on and then wrapping her arms around herself. She really didn't want to go to work now, but she certainly didn't want to stay home either...

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Please review if you're out there. I know this show has been over for like ten or more years, but come on now... Will and Grace is timeless. Surely there are other people out there who still love it as much as I do. :)