Chapter Twenty Three
They arrived home at eleven thirty and both were exhausted. "I don't think I've ever danced that much in my life," Karen said, walking into her room, Jack right behind her. "Well how could you with Stan? Your arms weren't even able to wrap around him," Jack replied, as they both started giggling. "Stan makes me so mad, but at least I'm over him," she said, laying on the bed. Jack crawled on top of her and rested his head on her stomach. "He wasn't good enough for you," he replied, as he toyed with the bow around her waist. "Well then who is good for me, poodle?" she asked. "I don't know," he answered, although he wanted to yell out his own name. He wanted to tell her he loved her, but he was scared. He didn't want to be rejected. "I think I'm going to go back to my room. I'm tired," he said, as he got off of her. "Okay but before you do, can you take off this necklace. I don't want it to get ruined at all when I sleep," she replied, getting off the bed. He nodded and brought his hands up to the back of her neck. He undid the necklace and when his hand brushed against her soft skin, it sent shivers down his spine. He let go of the necklace on accident and swallowed hard when it dropped down into her shirt. "Sorry, let me get that for you," he said, as he slowly stuck his hands into her shirt. She giggled when she felt his hands roaming around. "You dropped it on purpose," she said teasingly, as he blushed. He finally got it out and placed it in the box he had given it to her in. "Goodnight," he said, as he walked to the door. She grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. "Don't go," she pleaded, as he looked at her curiously. "Do you want something?" he asked, as she cocked her head to the side. "One more dance before the night is over," she answered, extending out her arms. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her. "You come up with some of the craziest ideas," he said, as they started swaying to their imaginary music. "No I don't. You are the one who comes up with crazy ideas. The whole diner thing was crazy, but I loved it. Thank you," she replied, as he dipped her. "No problem," he said smiling. They danced for a little while longer until once again their faces were barely inches apart. "Jack," she whispered softly, gazing into his blue eyes. "Yes?" he asked, swallowing hard. "At the diner, we never were able to accomplish a certain something that was going to happen," she answered. "And what was that?" he asked, as she brought her hands up to his face. "This," she answered simply, as she brought her lips to his. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, playfully rubbing it against his. He tightened his grip on her, deepening the kiss. He could literally feel his heart jumping with joy. They broke off and she couldn't help but giggle when she saw she had left lipstick on his lips. She wiped it off with her thumb and kissed him again. "Jack, I'm in love with you," she whispered, surprised at herself for being able to tell him. He intertwined his fingers with her fingers and pressed his forehead up against hers. "I'm in love with you too," he whispered back, as a tear strolled down her cheek. He freed one of his hands and traveled it down to the small bow on her waist. Soon, he found his mouth back on hers as he untied the bow. He backed her up against the bed and watched as she fell back on it. She didn't even have to ask him if he was sure of what he was doing. She could see the love flowing through his eyes.
The next morning, Jack and Karen found themselves naked, wrapped in the bed sheets. Her arm was draped over his chest, while his face was nuzzled into her neck. She blew out a long and happy breath. "Morning Poodle," she whispered, as she caressed his hair. He brought his face out of her neck and kissed her. God, he felt as if he could kiss her forever. They broke off and he gently brought his hand to her face, pushing a strand of hair away. "You're so beautiful. God, it's incredible how beautiful you are," he said, as she smiled. "Thanks," she replied, laying her head on his chest. "Are you happy?" he asked. "Let me put it to you this way. I've never been happier," she answered, as she laid small kisses on his chest. "Neither have I," he said truthfully, as she closed her eyes. "I love you Jack and I never want you to leave me," she said. "That's something you never have to worry about," he replied, as he closed his eyes as well. "I love you," he said, right before they both drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, Carter had just joined Will and Grace for breakfast at a small café and they immediately began talking about their two friends. "It was so funny when Grace was explaining it to him," Will said, laughing at the memory. "I wonder how everything went," Grace replied, as the waiter brought the three of them coffee. "Well I'm sure if something had gone wrong, they would have called one of us," Carter said reassuringly, as she took a travel sized bottle of rum out of her purse. She poured it in her coffee and made a face when she noticed Will and Grace staring at her. "What? Plain coffee is boring," she said, as she shrugged. "Karen does that too. In fact, you two do a lot of the same things," Grace said. "Well we are sister after all," Carter replied cheerily. She drank her coffee and groaned when her cell phone rang. She picked it up and when she was done talking, got out of the chair and looked at them with an apologetic look on her face. "I have to go, it's business," she said, as she set down some bills on the table. "Talk to you two later," she said, walking quickly out the door. "Now that's the only thing they don't have in common. You'll never hear Karen even mention the word work," Grace said, as she and Will simply laughed.
They arrived home at eleven thirty and both were exhausted. "I don't think I've ever danced that much in my life," Karen said, walking into her room, Jack right behind her. "Well how could you with Stan? Your arms weren't even able to wrap around him," Jack replied, as they both started giggling. "Stan makes me so mad, but at least I'm over him," she said, laying on the bed. Jack crawled on top of her and rested his head on her stomach. "He wasn't good enough for you," he replied, as he toyed with the bow around her waist. "Well then who is good for me, poodle?" she asked. "I don't know," he answered, although he wanted to yell out his own name. He wanted to tell her he loved her, but he was scared. He didn't want to be rejected. "I think I'm going to go back to my room. I'm tired," he said, as he got off of her. "Okay but before you do, can you take off this necklace. I don't want it to get ruined at all when I sleep," she replied, getting off the bed. He nodded and brought his hands up to the back of her neck. He undid the necklace and when his hand brushed against her soft skin, it sent shivers down his spine. He let go of the necklace on accident and swallowed hard when it dropped down into her shirt. "Sorry, let me get that for you," he said, as he slowly stuck his hands into her shirt. She giggled when she felt his hands roaming around. "You dropped it on purpose," she said teasingly, as he blushed. He finally got it out and placed it in the box he had given it to her in. "Goodnight," he said, as he walked to the door. She grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. "Don't go," she pleaded, as he looked at her curiously. "Do you want something?" he asked, as she cocked her head to the side. "One more dance before the night is over," she answered, extending out her arms. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her. "You come up with some of the craziest ideas," he said, as they started swaying to their imaginary music. "No I don't. You are the one who comes up with crazy ideas. The whole diner thing was crazy, but I loved it. Thank you," she replied, as he dipped her. "No problem," he said smiling. They danced for a little while longer until once again their faces were barely inches apart. "Jack," she whispered softly, gazing into his blue eyes. "Yes?" he asked, swallowing hard. "At the diner, we never were able to accomplish a certain something that was going to happen," she answered. "And what was that?" he asked, as she brought her hands up to his face. "This," she answered simply, as she brought her lips to his. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, playfully rubbing it against his. He tightened his grip on her, deepening the kiss. He could literally feel his heart jumping with joy. They broke off and she couldn't help but giggle when she saw she had left lipstick on his lips. She wiped it off with her thumb and kissed him again. "Jack, I'm in love with you," she whispered, surprised at herself for being able to tell him. He intertwined his fingers with her fingers and pressed his forehead up against hers. "I'm in love with you too," he whispered back, as a tear strolled down her cheek. He freed one of his hands and traveled it down to the small bow on her waist. Soon, he found his mouth back on hers as he untied the bow. He backed her up against the bed and watched as she fell back on it. She didn't even have to ask him if he was sure of what he was doing. She could see the love flowing through his eyes.
The next morning, Jack and Karen found themselves naked, wrapped in the bed sheets. Her arm was draped over his chest, while his face was nuzzled into her neck. She blew out a long and happy breath. "Morning Poodle," she whispered, as she caressed his hair. He brought his face out of her neck and kissed her. God, he felt as if he could kiss her forever. They broke off and he gently brought his hand to her face, pushing a strand of hair away. "You're so beautiful. God, it's incredible how beautiful you are," he said, as she smiled. "Thanks," she replied, laying her head on his chest. "Are you happy?" he asked. "Let me put it to you this way. I've never been happier," she answered, as she laid small kisses on his chest. "Neither have I," he said truthfully, as she closed her eyes. "I love you Jack and I never want you to leave me," she said. "That's something you never have to worry about," he replied, as he closed his eyes as well. "I love you," he said, right before they both drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, Carter had just joined Will and Grace for breakfast at a small café and they immediately began talking about their two friends. "It was so funny when Grace was explaining it to him," Will said, laughing at the memory. "I wonder how everything went," Grace replied, as the waiter brought the three of them coffee. "Well I'm sure if something had gone wrong, they would have called one of us," Carter said reassuringly, as she took a travel sized bottle of rum out of her purse. She poured it in her coffee and made a face when she noticed Will and Grace staring at her. "What? Plain coffee is boring," she said, as she shrugged. "Karen does that too. In fact, you two do a lot of the same things," Grace said. "Well we are sister after all," Carter replied cheerily. She drank her coffee and groaned when her cell phone rang. She picked it up and when she was done talking, got out of the chair and looked at them with an apologetic look on her face. "I have to go, it's business," she said, as she set down some bills on the table. "Talk to you two later," she said, walking quickly out the door. "Now that's the only thing they don't have in common. You'll never hear Karen even mention the word work," Grace said, as she and Will simply laughed.