A/N: Thank you to itsnotrightbutitsokay for reviewing the last chapter!
A/N #2: This chapter is kind of short since I don't really know Paris too well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Will and Grace or its characters.
Chapter Thirteen
Paris
Jack and Karen's plane to France took off a little after ten o'clock. They were traveling in first class and after the seatbelt light had been turned off, Karen ordered a glass of vodka and Jack pulled out a packet of papers from his backpack.
"What's going on honey? What's all that for?" Karen asked after the flight attendant had given her her vodka.
"Well we're going to go someplace else besides Paris and London," Jack said, pulling out a sheet of paper and handing it to Karen.
As she read the paper, her eyes widened in surprise. "Dublin, Jackie?" Karen asked.
"Yeah, I guess you can call it part of my wedding present to you," Jack said. "Do you want to go?" he asked anxiously.
"Of course poodle," Karen said, turning to him and placing a hand on his cheek. "We'll have a lot of fun."
Jack grinned widely with happiness and relief. "This is going to be great Kare," he said excitedly.
"Yes it will," Karen said, she slipped off her high-heeled shoes and handed her unopened mini bottle of vodka to Jack. "Give that to the flight attendant Jackie," she said, pulling her legs up underneath her. While Jack waited for the attendant to take the bottle, Karen moved the armrest up between their chairs and then snuggled up against Jack.
"Are you going to sleep?" Jack asked as the attendant took the vodka.
"Yep, you should too poodle," Karen said as Jack put his arm around her. "That way you won't be jet lagged."
"I guess I should," Jack said, leaning back into the chair and closing his eyes, holding Karen to him.
~~~
They arrived at the Charles de Gaulle airport in France at ten o'clock in the morning. Jack and Karen grabbed their luggage and then got a taxi to take them to their hotel in the city.
"What do you want to do when we get to the hotel Jackie?" Karen asked.
"Something fun," Jack answered, winking at Karen.
A few minutes later, they reached the hotel and checked in. A bellboy led them up to the sixth floor of the hotel and into their suite.
While Karen tipped the man, Jack walked through the room and then went over to the sliding glass doors that led out to the balcony. As he was admiring the skyline of Paris, he distantly heard the door to the room closed.
Karen looked the door after the bellboy left, and then turned around, looking for Jack. She saw that he was looking out at the city. She walked over and stood next to him.
"It's really pretty," Jack said, glancing over at Karen.
Leaning against him, Karen looked out the window with Jack. "We'll have to go to a few shops while we're here," she said. "I'll buy you some clothes."
"Do you want to go out now, or what?" Jack said, sounding a little nervous.
Karen didn't answer, but made Jack turn towards her. "Why so nervous Jackie?" she asked softly.
"I'm not sure," Jack said, looking down at the floor. He sighed and then looked at Karen. "You know I love you with all my heart."
"You're changing the subject Jackie," Karen said, smiling softly. She then stepped closer to him and rested her head on his chest.
"I guess.I guess I'm still overwhelmed with being married," Jack said, putting his arms around Karen. He held her more tightly and rested his chin on the top of her head.
"I love you Jack," Karen murmured.
Jack kissed the top of her head and then buried his face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her perfume and shampoo. After a few moments, Jack pulled back a little from Karen and then brought his lips to hers.
"There's my Jackie I know," Karen said after they pulled apart.
"I hope you didn't want to go anywhere the rest of the day," Jack said, looking down at her, a serious expression on his face.
Karen gave him a knowing smile and then kissed his chin before stepping back from him and walking backwards to the bed. "Whatever you want to do now Jackie, I'll do," she said slyly.
Jack smiled and then walked over to Karen. When he reached her, he kissed her deeply and flicked his tongue in her mouth. After they had been kissing for a while, Jack pushed them both backwards until they fell onto the bed. He then pulled away from Karen and then he started to unbutton her blouse quickly. He fumbled with a button halfway down and cursed under his breath.
"Easy, Jackie," Karen said, softly, bringing her hands up and covering his. "I really want to make love to you to, but don't get so frustrated with the button." Smiling, she then helped him unbutton the rest of the blouse.
"Finally," Jack murmured. He leaned down kissed her neck and then moved down to her stomach. He lifted his head up and looked in Karen's eyes. "Love you Kare," he whispered, as he finished undressing her.
~~~
Karen woke up with a start and then looked over at the clock next to the bed. "Five o'clock," she said in surprised. She sat up, covering herself with the sheet.
"Hey, you're up," Jack said, coming into the room, he had gotten re- dressed in his jeans and sweater.
"How come you got dressed?" Karen asked as he walked to her.
"I don't know, I just felt like it," Jack said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I ordered dinner for us; it's on the dinning table."
"Is the food covered?" Karen asked, putting one hand on his chest.
"Yeah, why?" Jack asked.
"Good, we can eat later," Karen said, clutching his sweater. She pulled him back with her onto the bed and they made loved once more.
~~~
For the four days they were in Paris, Jack and Karen mostly visited the couture clothing shops instead of the tourist attractions.
On their last day in the city, Jack dragged Karen to the Louver museum where they spent a long time walking through, looking at various paintings.
"What do we do now?" Karen asked as they left the museum.
"Let's go get some coffee," Jack said, putting his arm around Karen's waist.
Karen agreed to that and they walked down the street to nearby café. When they had sat down, Karen said to the waiter who had come out to their table, "Deux café au lait."
"I didn't know you spoke French," Jack said when the waiter had left.
"I just know enough to get by," Karen said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I like it here, but I can't wait to get to London and Dublin."
"Me too," Jack said.
After their coffees had been given to them, they sat at the café, watching the people walk by them.
A/N #2: This chapter is kind of short since I don't really know Paris too well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Will and Grace or its characters.
Chapter Thirteen
Paris
Jack and Karen's plane to France took off a little after ten o'clock. They were traveling in first class and after the seatbelt light had been turned off, Karen ordered a glass of vodka and Jack pulled out a packet of papers from his backpack.
"What's going on honey? What's all that for?" Karen asked after the flight attendant had given her her vodka.
"Well we're going to go someplace else besides Paris and London," Jack said, pulling out a sheet of paper and handing it to Karen.
As she read the paper, her eyes widened in surprise. "Dublin, Jackie?" Karen asked.
"Yeah, I guess you can call it part of my wedding present to you," Jack said. "Do you want to go?" he asked anxiously.
"Of course poodle," Karen said, turning to him and placing a hand on his cheek. "We'll have a lot of fun."
Jack grinned widely with happiness and relief. "This is going to be great Kare," he said excitedly.
"Yes it will," Karen said, she slipped off her high-heeled shoes and handed her unopened mini bottle of vodka to Jack. "Give that to the flight attendant Jackie," she said, pulling her legs up underneath her. While Jack waited for the attendant to take the bottle, Karen moved the armrest up between their chairs and then snuggled up against Jack.
"Are you going to sleep?" Jack asked as the attendant took the vodka.
"Yep, you should too poodle," Karen said as Jack put his arm around her. "That way you won't be jet lagged."
"I guess I should," Jack said, leaning back into the chair and closing his eyes, holding Karen to him.
~~~
They arrived at the Charles de Gaulle airport in France at ten o'clock in the morning. Jack and Karen grabbed their luggage and then got a taxi to take them to their hotel in the city.
"What do you want to do when we get to the hotel Jackie?" Karen asked.
"Something fun," Jack answered, winking at Karen.
A few minutes later, they reached the hotel and checked in. A bellboy led them up to the sixth floor of the hotel and into their suite.
While Karen tipped the man, Jack walked through the room and then went over to the sliding glass doors that led out to the balcony. As he was admiring the skyline of Paris, he distantly heard the door to the room closed.
Karen looked the door after the bellboy left, and then turned around, looking for Jack. She saw that he was looking out at the city. She walked over and stood next to him.
"It's really pretty," Jack said, glancing over at Karen.
Leaning against him, Karen looked out the window with Jack. "We'll have to go to a few shops while we're here," she said. "I'll buy you some clothes."
"Do you want to go out now, or what?" Jack said, sounding a little nervous.
Karen didn't answer, but made Jack turn towards her. "Why so nervous Jackie?" she asked softly.
"I'm not sure," Jack said, looking down at the floor. He sighed and then looked at Karen. "You know I love you with all my heart."
"You're changing the subject Jackie," Karen said, smiling softly. She then stepped closer to him and rested her head on his chest.
"I guess.I guess I'm still overwhelmed with being married," Jack said, putting his arms around Karen. He held her more tightly and rested his chin on the top of her head.
"I love you Jack," Karen murmured.
Jack kissed the top of her head and then buried his face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her perfume and shampoo. After a few moments, Jack pulled back a little from Karen and then brought his lips to hers.
"There's my Jackie I know," Karen said after they pulled apart.
"I hope you didn't want to go anywhere the rest of the day," Jack said, looking down at her, a serious expression on his face.
Karen gave him a knowing smile and then kissed his chin before stepping back from him and walking backwards to the bed. "Whatever you want to do now Jackie, I'll do," she said slyly.
Jack smiled and then walked over to Karen. When he reached her, he kissed her deeply and flicked his tongue in her mouth. After they had been kissing for a while, Jack pushed them both backwards until they fell onto the bed. He then pulled away from Karen and then he started to unbutton her blouse quickly. He fumbled with a button halfway down and cursed under his breath.
"Easy, Jackie," Karen said, softly, bringing her hands up and covering his. "I really want to make love to you to, but don't get so frustrated with the button." Smiling, she then helped him unbutton the rest of the blouse.
"Finally," Jack murmured. He leaned down kissed her neck and then moved down to her stomach. He lifted his head up and looked in Karen's eyes. "Love you Kare," he whispered, as he finished undressing her.
~~~
Karen woke up with a start and then looked over at the clock next to the bed. "Five o'clock," she said in surprised. She sat up, covering herself with the sheet.
"Hey, you're up," Jack said, coming into the room, he had gotten re- dressed in his jeans and sweater.
"How come you got dressed?" Karen asked as he walked to her.
"I don't know, I just felt like it," Jack said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I ordered dinner for us; it's on the dinning table."
"Is the food covered?" Karen asked, putting one hand on his chest.
"Yeah, why?" Jack asked.
"Good, we can eat later," Karen said, clutching his sweater. She pulled him back with her onto the bed and they made loved once more.
~~~
For the four days they were in Paris, Jack and Karen mostly visited the couture clothing shops instead of the tourist attractions.
On their last day in the city, Jack dragged Karen to the Louver museum where they spent a long time walking through, looking at various paintings.
"What do we do now?" Karen asked as they left the museum.
"Let's go get some coffee," Jack said, putting his arm around Karen's waist.
Karen agreed to that and they walked down the street to nearby café. When they had sat down, Karen said to the waiter who had come out to their table, "Deux café au lait."
"I didn't know you spoke French," Jack said when the waiter had left.
"I just know enough to get by," Karen said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I like it here, but I can't wait to get to London and Dublin."
"Me too," Jack said.
After their coffees had been given to them, they sat at the café, watching the people walk by them.