It must have been the snow in her hair that drove him to push her against the front door of her Manhattan Apartment. It must have been the chocolate brown coat that she wore with her black slacks and flat-soled boots that had her pinned against her kitchen counter. It must have been her perfume, the type that would make her seem rich when she walked by, that had him in between her legs while she sat on her counter kissing him mercilessly.
The quiet of her apartment that was interrupted every so often by the sounds of the traffic below them and their own gasps and moans that mixed together relaxed them and made the act of sex seem like a game. The sounds of the various pieces of clothing that followed them as Karen backed them and ushered them into her bedroom made the clatter of the lamp beside her bed worth it. The warmth of skin to skin that was felt with a single swipe of the clasp to her bra made everything worth it.
Grace had drug Karen to a meeting, one of the important ones with a room full of potential clients, and Karen could not focus. Her mind was in the clouds, and her body was re-living the night before, when he touched her. It was his hands in hers, his thumb stroking hers before his fingers buried themselves in her hair, tugging slightly when he kissed her. She couldn't forget the way he drug his finger up and down the arch of her foot when she told him she used to be a dancer. It was a sentimental moment that she would have elaborated on if he hadn't kissed her. But she was glad he did because she didn't want to explain why she had stopped.
The sounds of the cars screeching to a halt in the middle of the street reminded her of the way he made her scream. Him slipping into her, the fast and hot way that he did it shocked her. People usually took their time, making sure everything was all right with her, and though at times it annoyed her that they asked, it was still nice to be asked. But Will, Will took that politeness and threw it out the metaphoric window and watched it get run over by the cars below. But the way he was after it was sweet and delicate and worth it all.
Karen dumped her keys on the side table by the front door, hung up her coat like she had millions of times before. She slipped off her shoes by her kitchen counter and watched the snowfall outside. She was anticipating watching the snow fall with a nice glass of red wine and listening to some classical music. It was a way she relaxed, a way she found soothed her long time ago. As she was pouring her wine, she heard someone knocking at the door. Actually it was more like someone was kicking her door.
Opening it she came face to face with Will who had a bag of takeout in one hand and a movie in the other. Karen smiled at the movie and she knew full well that they weren't going to get anywhere close to the movie. Maybe halfway through dinner before they had decided they were apart from each other for too long. And seeing as they had seen each other at lunch with Grace and kissed each other in a supply closet of the restaurant, they needed to feel each other again.
"Let go of what you're thinking," Karen heard Will say sleepily in her ear. She felt him roll over and wrap his arm around her stomach.
This was one of the few times he actually stayed over. More often than not she had to come up with a reason for him to leave or it was him who had said that he had to leave. It usually revolved around Grace. There was a breakfast date with Grace. Or an early call with Grace's client. Or Grace would be up early in the morning and waiting for coffee. It never went in their favor. But Grace had a date of her own and Will seriously doubted that Grace would go home afterwards.
"How do you know I'm not sleeping?" Karen asked trying to match the sleepy voice. She hadn't fallen asleep right after. She never did. She always stayed awake and over analyzed everything.
"You're tense." He said kissing the space between her neck and shoulders. "You think too much."
Karen rolled over and looked at Will who was blinking his eyes awake. He looked different half awake. More vulnerable to the world and what it could attack him with. He wasn't thinking about anything just searching for something in her. Whether it is an ounce of truth about her past, which she refused to talk about. Or whether it is the truth about who she really was, he was searching for it behind the hazel eyes of hers. It worried her at times, but with the right question at the right time, she would spill everything.
It surprised her when she woke up alone. She had gotten into the habit of waking up with someone next to her. Even though it was once or twice a week. But slipping into a robe and slipping her feet into slippers she left her bedroom and was assaulted with the aroma of pancakes and coffee. Will was shirtless with a pair of shorts messing around in her kitchen. In the kitchen where she did nothing in and now it looked like someone had been using it for years. As she sat herself on one of the barstools she realized she liked it.
He had put a strawberry in her mouth before kissing the edge of her mouth, earning a moan from her and a smile from him. He liked her place. It was big enough to seem expensive, but small enough for one person to live there. It looked like a dance studio at one time or another, the wall-to-wall mirrors and the bar that lined the kitchen. From the little information about her that he did know and from just watching her, he knew she was a dance and this place was home for her.
It was a mistake to turn his phone on. Grace had left more messages than she had the entire time he had known her and she was frantic about why he wasn't home. She rattled on about how the guy she went out with turned out to be a freak and how nothing he did made her like him. It was just a mess. And she mentioned trying to call Karen who had her phone off as well. And it made sense for Karen since she was so self absorbed but not Will because Will never turned off his phone unless he was with someone. And the pause on the other line in the message was Grace's light bulb. With a nervous chuckle she hung up.
"You're thinking too much," He heard Karen say slipping her arms around his waist, repeating his words to him. They had showered together and went separate ways to dress, Karen claiming they weren't going to get out on time if they dressed together. And she was right.
Will was standing at the window that overlooked part of Central Park lost in the thought of his parents meeting Karen. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Whether Grace invited them over for dinner or they ran into them on the street. But knowing Marilyn as well as Will did, she would never come to Manhattan unannounced. Or moments before knocking on his door she would announce her presence giving him no time to do anything.
They would meet Karen and they wouldn't take too kindly to her. She was mysterious and she was almost too good to be true. She was funny, sarcastic, witty, yet all around fun. And Marilyn was used to the sarcastic and witty people who had an intention on making fun of a person. And though Karen could do that quite well she went home and felt bad about it, thinking of a way to apologize. It was who she was and it made Will worry about her when she finally did meet the Truman clan.
It was why when he got an invitation to his parent's home for the holiday's he was going to make it a rather memorable Christmas. And there wasn't really anything or anyone could do about. Because the truth of the matter was, was he was falling in love with Karen Walker.