They had just fallen into a simple pace with each other. There was no set relationship title to what they were going through, but whatever it was, she liked it and it seemed like he did too. They couldn't get enough of each other. There wasn't enough alcohol in a bottle to play a fair drinking game. When they were together they were always touching each other, the needing to feel the other person became a necessity.
It was one thing to wake up with another person, think it was a mistake and to continue seeing them. It was another thing entirely to actually enjoy it and continue on even with the idea that they could get caught any minute. It gave them a rush of something, something that they couldn't get enough of.
Will had promptly told her, twenty minutes before, that they had gotten an invitation to the Club. It was to celebrate someone's anniversary, birthday, something that needed balloons, a loud band, and a place that was wall-to-wall people. Some would think that it was a fire hazard and some would call in more people.
"Do you think we should call the fire marshal, now? Karen asked under her breath as Will pulled her through the crowd.
The stairs were lined with people, the only way up was the small elevator, which had a line to get to. Will tightened his grip of her hand and pulled her up to the stairs. He all but shoved the other people up and over the banister, just trying to get through.
At the top of the stairs there was enough room to breathe. It was a nice feeling before getting swiped under another current of people. They were all but shoved into the main room, which was decorated up to the nine's with elegance. A large banner hung in the middle reading, Congratulations, with a graduation cap next to it.
"I feel like we should have brought a present," Will whispered into her ear. An older lady approached them, forcing Karen to smile. There was something about the woman that reminded her of her own mother. She seemed to be nice, but there was always an ulterior motive.
Karen and Will sat down at a small table away in the corner. Everyone and anyone would be able to pass by, but a lot of people knew who Karen Walker was, and they would often steer away. Karen just smiled at Will whenever it happened, there wasn't much she could do about it. It was almost as if they were afraid of her, or afraid of her husband. To be talked to by Stanley Walker was a godsend, to be looked at by his wife, now that was just a diamond in the rough.
After sometime the crowd thinned out. After a chorus of a congratulatory song and an array of deserts, there was an announcement that the party was over and if they would like to stay they were able to do so. The announcement was made hours before. Will and Karen had been left alone, talked some, and the people who had been surrounding them were now gone.
"Come with me," Will said in her ear, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. He led her down the hallway just out of the main room. They passed a man who was talking on his phone and a woman who had been asleep against the wall. He pulled her into a small room, a little bigger than a closet.
"What are you doing?" She asked when he took her and put her on the small table. He kissed her quickly before his kissed her neck, teasing her weak spot with the tip of his tongue. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, pulling him closer, giving into his ministrations.
His hands went to the hem of her skirt pulling it up to her waist, stepping in between her legs. He kissed her lips again, running his tongue along her bottom lip, probing her mouth open. She moaned when he was granted access and tugged on his hair.
Her hands went to his pants, undoing the buckle and popping open the button. She wrapped her arms around his waist, dropping her hands in between his boxers and his pants, pulling him closer. She barely had enough time to catch her breath when he popped open her blouse and attacked the newly presented skin.
She was glad that they were in the dark. There was something about the dark, not being able to see what was in the other person's eyes, which made the act even better. Their senses were heightened, making everything seem more alive; better. She felt him against her and she could feel him getting ready for her, when the door behind Will swung open, a woman standing in the door way.
Karen gasped, and buried her face in his neck, his cursing sounding loud in her ear. She hadn't seen who the woman was, no doubt one of the people who knew her husband. Everyone knew her husband, thus knowing who she was, and she hated it.
"You think that was my fault?" She yelled at him a few hours later after they left the club. No one was waiting to ask questions, which was a rare occasion, and she was grateful for it. Immediately after being caught, Will lapsed into a silent state, stayed like that throughout the cab ride; it made her uncomfortable. "You're the one who dragged me in there."
"Well I didn't hear you complaining," He pointed out.
"When was I supposed to say something? When you took me in there? When you hiked up my skirt? Or when you were practically begging in my ear?" She threw open the door to what had become their bedroom, it slamming against the wall. She threw her purse onto the nearby chair not even noticing a few things tumbling out of it.
She suddenly felt claustrophobic with him standing there, staring at her, his eyes wide. It suddenly felt like she was married to Stanley again, her time not even worth his. More times than none it made her sick, a feeling she had felt a lot these days.
Will moved to go clean up her 'mess' when she stopped him, her hand covering his. She shook her head, silently telling him she'd do it. He picked up a small bag, a bag that made his eyes snap up to hers. She immediately looked down, her body suddenly feeling weak. This was not how she wanted him to find out and there was no way to explain it.
"What the hell is this?" Will asked holding up the bag. She would not look at him. She went to move away but he grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. It hurt, but she wasn't one to admit it.
"It's a pregnancy stick, what else could it be?" She said getting to her feet, snatching the bag out of his hand. She made her way into the bathroom, throwing the bag away as she went.
He stood at the doorway watching her apply lotion to her face and to her hands, a ritual he had watched nightly. She caught his eyes in the mirror, staring him down, daring him to question the stick and her. It was bound to happen and she knew it was knew there were a million things running through his mind, there were more running threw hers.
She had felt sick the past few days. Her head hurt, her entire body was sore. She had convinced herself once that it was the flu and she would have loved to convince herself of that now, but she couldn't wrap her mind around that thought so easily now. Not when she and Will were going at it every chance they got. She didn't want to look at him. She couldn't bare to look at him knowing the question on his mind.
"I thought you were using protection." Will said, stepping into the bathroom. It almost sounded like he was accusing her for it. "I thought-"
"I thought you were using condoms," She told him. "We slip up every so often. Who doesn't? And there is a percent of people who get pregnant while still using birth control and condoms. So don't blame me for this."
"Don't blame me." Will said throwing up his hands, bracing himself against the doorjamb. "If you weren't so goddamn addicting we wouldn't be dealing with this."
"Just imagine the headlines," She said pushing herself past him, through the doorway, into the room. She unbuttoned her blouse, shoving it off her shoulders, tossing it on the floor. "Karen Walker caught in a supply closet with a man who screwed his way into the club."
"You would know all about that, wouldn't you." The sting that shot from the tips of her fingers up her arm was immediately numbed by her gasp. Her slapping him was a instinctive act. Her kissing him, getting thrown onto the bed was not something she expected. Especially not from him.
She expected him to yell at her, to accuse her of ruining his life for even possibly considering having a baby. She expected him to give her the silent treatment. It was what Stan had done when Karen even mentioned having a baby. He pretended she didn't exist and did so to the day. Karen had mentally prepared herself for being told he wanted to spend the night alone, to not see her again, not thrown onto the bed and then ravished for the following hours.
"Are you pregnant?" She heard him ask, moments before placing a kiss to her cheek. She felt him wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her to him.
"No." She said slowly. "No I'm not." She couldn't help but smile when he didn't loosen her grip on her but tighten it. She liked his warmth. He pressed another kiss to her shoulder before tucking his head next to hers on the pillow.
In the darkness of the early hours of the morning her favorite thing to do was to watch Will sleep. His face was always relaxed, even when he'd toss and turn. He would mumble something when he had trouble sleeping which only happened when he came home late at night. She hated having to wake up in the middle of the night to use the facilities or to get a glass of water, if it meant disturbing Will and waking him, she'd feel nothing but guilt. She loved watching him sleep and she loved sleeping with him.
The phone's screen next to her lit up, it's soft vibration sounding in the quiet room. She flipped it open, pushed the green button and placed it to her ear.
"Hello, Stanley," Once in her entire marriage she was glad that he had called. Her mind was too busy with the thoughts of the man in the bed and she needed to hear her husband's voice, for once she needed him.