"Mmmm."She moaned as he thrust into her, her long French manicured nails digging in and making little red half moons on his slightly sweaty back. They were in Karen's bedroom at the mansion, on Will's lunch break. Making love with Will was pure bliss. "Oh!" she exclaimed as they both came together. They laid there for a few moments and then he pulled out of her, rolling over and pulling the tan Egyptian cotton sheets up over their naked bodies, glistening with beads of sweat.

"Man! That was unbelievable." Will gasped out, still exhausted from their previous activities. Karen groaned in agreement, resting her head on Will's muscular chest as she dozed off. Will climbed out of bed, being very careful not to wake her from her light slumber, as he quickly redressed and left a note for Karen on her bedside table. After all, if he was going to become an associate, he couldn't be coming back from lunch late every day, now could he?

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This had all started months ago, at Grace and Leo's wedding. Karen went outside the small, quaint little country church, trying to get some fresh air. She hated weddings, possibly, because after three of her own, she was sick of seeing other people so damn happy, when she herself was so miserable. After she had stepped outside, Will came a few steps behind her.

"What's wrong?" He asked her.

"Nothing." She mumbled in reply.

"I know there's something bothering you Karen. Now tell me what it is." He said. He could read her like a book.

"It's just…" She trailed off, "I hate weddings. Okay?" she asked with an edge to her voice.

"Sorry I asked." Will replied. He knew that he had to cheer her up somehow, and everyone knew there were two things Karen loved; sex and alcohol. Will noted that those were two departments he could definitely help her in. So, on a whim, he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the church and pushed her against the wall. He claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, sliding his tongue in between her cherry red painted lips and running his hands up her front.

"What the hell do you think your doing Wilma?" Karen whisper-shouted as she broke the kiss.

"You." He told her matter-of-factly as he slid his hands up her dress. He lifted it up over her hips and slid her panties down tossing them away. In order to shut her up, he kissed her lips again, successfully silencing her as she kissed him back with as much passion and lust as he had kissed her. As soon as he had released her lips, her hands went straight for his belt buckle. Her deft little hands quickly undid his belt and flung it elsewhere, quickly moving to his actual pants. After those were down around his ankles, He hoisted her up by her thighs, her legs clinging tightly around his waist. A few small movements and he pushed gently inside of her. He stayed like that, waiting for her to adjust to him, for he was much bigger than her late husband, Stanley. He started thrusting slowly in and out of her, pressing her back against the church wall for leverage.

"Mmmm." She stifled a moan against his shoulder, leaving a small, red smudge of lipstick on his shirt. 'Wow," she thought to herself, 'For a gay guy, Will's pretty damn good at this." Lust and pleasure clouded her mind at this point, drowning out all of her prior thoughts. Their bodies came together, and Will dipped his hand down to rub her where their bodies met. They came at the same time, their loud cacophony of heavy breathing still cutting them off from the outside world. They rested a moment, her back still pressed against the wall of the church and her legs wrapped vise-like around his waist. After their heavy breathing had subsided, Will pulled out of her, putting her back on the ground with wobbly legs. She readjusted her dress, making sure she was well covered, as Will searched for his "missing" belt.

"Feeling better?" Will questioned after he had found his belt. They reappeared around the church, greeting people as they continued their conversation.

"Honey, you have no idea." Karen replied, picking a strange looking drink off of a waiter's tray as he passed by. "Wow, both things in the same day." Will thought to himself with a small chuckle.

"What's so funny Wilma?" Karen quipped, taking a sip of her drink and replacing her and Will's façade of hate.