Chris went to Karen's room the moment he got into work that day.
He opened the door, breezily going in as he did so.
"Wow," she remarked breathlessly, "someone got out of bed the right side last night."
He laughed a little. "Well, I wouldn't say that exactly." He sidled up to her desk, his bright blue eyes sparkling vivaciously.
"What do I owe this pleasure?" She asked flirtatiously, enjoying the seductive glimmer of the blue orbs. "Not asking me for a quickie before you start, are you?"
He coyly looked away. "No," his voice came over playful and shy, "but I am going to ask you something."
"Oh?" She smiled naughtily, leaning over her desk. "Do enlighten me."
"Well, I was thinking…as it's such a nice day outside and if it continues to hold up till the time work's over, we could perhaps have a little 'together time'."
Her smile grew a little more – probably from the mere thought of doing such naughty things to him. Well, who was going to stop them?
"And don't worry," Chris added, winking, "I'm not even thinking of coming empty-handed."
"I should hope not." Karen remarked. "Although it's not really a special occasion as such, is it?"
"Do we need to have a reason to spend some time together?" He stated, standing in such a way that it drew her gaze to his flat stomach. "We haven't really done anything quite like that for some time – not since before the accident. At least let that be a special occasion by itself."
She nodded, smiling softly. "If you insist."
He smirked from her teasing remark. "Well in that case then," he felt her admiring gaze on his body, "I shall see you after work."
"Chris, wait." Her voice stopped him from leaving the room.
He peered over at her as he kept his hand on the door's latch. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, unsure of what it was she wanted him for.
She emerged from behind her desk, sliding up to him, as he remained frozen by the door. "I've got something to give you." She knew he hadn't unlocked the door, so she felt safe enough to move a hand to his, prising it off the latch. She moved both of her hands to his hips, prompting him to move up against the door.
Chris looked to Karen with a confused look in his eyes. He didn't think for one minute that he wouldn't enjoy what she was going to do with him, quite the opposite. But he was inwardly worried about doing anything particularly naughty with her, as time wasn't waiting for them.
"And I think it's something you might like." She huskily added, caressing the underside of his jaw with an index finger in a teasing motion. The touch prompted a small, quiet gasp from him. "I think you like it already, and I haven't even started yet."
He looked to her hazily, his eyes misted over with mild pleasure. It was a tempting sight all on its own, especially when he was panting a little as her touch glided down along the front of his neck, threatening to loosen his tie and unbutton the top part of his shirt. "Mmm…more."
She smiled in amusement to herself at his helpless pleading. "Well, if more is what you want," she quickly removed his tie and undid the first three buttons to his shirt, "more is what you'll get."
Within fifteen minutes, the two of them lay, wrapped around each other, on the room's floor.
"Mmm…" Karen remarked, snuggling up to Chris's equally warm body. "That felt incredible."
His hips were still jolting from leftover excitement, and he peered down at her from his lying-down position on top of her.
His cheeks had flushed a pretty pink colour, which deepened a little when she pressed a hand into his lower back, pushing him back down into her so he could feel her residual desire hugging and squeezing him.
"Was it good for you?" She cupped his face, caressing the soft flesh as she looked up at him.
"I-it was so, so nice…" His voice tailed off from pleasure, and although it was something he wasn't expecting to have so soon, it still felt good.
She slid an index finger down the length of his spine, prompting him to purr contentedly. "Well, I guess I'd better let you go."
After work.
The sun was still out in all its glory, its rays shimmering over the newly-cut grass as Chris and Karen wandered along it, holding hands.
"So where would you like to sit, my lady?" He asked her, his soft bright blues sparkling merrily.
She gasped in incredulity at the beauty of them. "Anywhere." She managed to say after getting her breath back.
"Oh, come on. Live a little." He winked playfully. "There's loads of space about. We can always go for somewhere out of the shade so we can enjoy the sunshine. We don't see or get enough of it, after all."
They settled on a sun-drenched area near enough in the middle of the field.
There were still plenty of people about, and they both guessed that they'd possibly come out of work the same time as them to enjoy the unusual sunshine while it lasted.
"And now," he quipped after taking his jacket off, fishing for something in his side pocket and brandishing a bottle opener after he'd done so, "what we came for."
She handed him the bottle of white, and he effortlessly prised the cap off the top of it.
She could make out the defined muscles in his arm, especially his bicep, as he levered the cap all the way off. There wasn't an overbearing amount of flesh, but it was still admiring to see.
She would've reached out and placed a hand on him to feel its firmness, but she knew it'd put him off or startle him somewhat. She decided not to bother and felt good enough to watch the tempting display.
"Ladies first." Chris winked playfully as he poured the sparkling wine into her waiting glass.
Karen surveyed the sparkle in his eyes. She was sure that some of the fizz coming from inside her glass caught the lighter, icier blues within them. It was infuriatingly tempting to inch closer to him, get him to drop the bottle, push him down onto the grass on his back and smother him with kisses.
He noticed her tempted gaze out of the top corner of his eye as he poured his own out. "Drink first," he taunted, "naughty girl."
She pouted. "Do I have to?"
He swallowed hard as she shot a hand down on top of his that was resting flat against the soft grass.
She allowed her hand to trail upwards, caressing the soft dewy flesh of his arm that was uncovered by his shirt. She was even more thrilled by the fact that he was wearing short sleeves.
"I want to have it out right now." She noted huskily, inching her body almost against his.
Chris would've protested by saying that she should at least wait, but it was so hard to do so when he felt her hands on the sides of his waist and start to anchor him down against the ground.
"Because you see, Mr Mead," she flirtatiously started, dexterously undoing the first four buttons on his shirt and tracing the middle of his sternum with her index finger, "you're turning out to be so more tempting and tastier than the wine, that I might have to have you instead."
He shivered with excitement under her touch, and his eyes iced over with pleasure. It didn't matter where she touched him, as he was becoming so sensitive it was making his whole body tingle.
"Oh, so naughty…" Karen teased, continuing the touch, "so very naughty."
"Mmm…"
She pushed him down onto the dry warm ground, sliding herself on top of him and pressing her lips down on top of his. A fruity, sweetly citrus taste hit her tongue as she lapped it along his lower lip tauntingly. That was obviously from what he'd drunk from his glass, which was by that time lying intact in amongst the grass with a small river of wine spilling from it. That was almost as pretty as the young male she was lying on top of.
He squirmed about under her when her arm wrapped itself around the back of his waist. He closed his eyes and whimpered submissively as their lips connected again and her hand placed itself against his flat stomach. The noises grew as he felt her thumb caress him over his navel through his shirt.
"Something you like, is it?" Karen taunted, hearing his answer come out as a soft gasp. She noticed he moved his legs apart, placing them either side of her in an intimate gesture. She was surprised that he wanted it just as much as she did! If that were the case, well…she didn't want to disappoint him.
Chris squirmed a little more as her hands moved up his legs, finding that to his relief she'd spared the incredibly sensitive spot between them. They stopped over his hips, moving her thumbs over the crests of them and managing to draw the soft flesh upward through the trouser fabric. That action caught him out, drawing out a submissive yelp from him.
She was mildly amused at his adorable yet animalistic reaction, but had to stop when he placed his hands on top of hers.
"We can't." He panted in excitement. "Public place and all that."
She nodded slowly. She knew he was right, but the two of them were just so close and sexually charged.
"I do want it, believe me when I say that," he added after sitting up when she dismounted him, "but not when other people could see us."
"So you're not into public display then?" She assumed.
"No! No, I am…but not when it comes to…actually going at it."
She guessed that what he meant was that he liked the tamer side of expressing affection publicly. Examples of that would probably have been the usual, run-of-the-mill kissing, hugging and holding hands.
"I wanna do it with you, I really do." He went on. "But we should save that for more…private places."
"You're right." Karen agreed. "Going at it in a field where other people can see us isn't the best place to be."
He smiled playfully. "We've got all the time in the world to do things like that." He noticed her glass was already empty, while his was still lying in amongst the grass. He was thankful the grass was short enough so he could find it. "You want any more?"
He was quite happy to stay there with her for one last drink before they parted, but he wanted to look out for her interests more so than his own.
She shook her head, smiling softly. "I should really go and check up on the kids – especially Harry."
"Still having problems, is he?" Chris tilted his head in concern.
"A few." She admitted.
"Karen, I don't understand. You've made no mention to me about any of this. You've been keeping it to yourself?"
She closed her eyes slowly. "I didn't want to worry you – especially since now things between us have really taken off."
"That doesn't mean to say you can't still confide in me," he stated, "just 'cause the two of us have a relationship. If anything, you should be doing that more often. Don't feel that you can't open up to me about anything."
Though, what was he doing himself? His private life then involved Karen, so technically he should've found it easy to mention at that point in time that he had a daughter that a few weeks ago he knew nothing about. He didn't know why he was still holding it off, and so he obviously still held some misgivings about revealing Clara to her.
"I know. You're right and I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise," he reassured her, "we're still ok, aren't we?"
Allowing her to link her arm with his, they both left the field together as the sun had started to set in the dusky sky.