Will watched Karen as she slept peacefully beside him. She had had a good day, never crying once. He looked at her pale skin glowing in the moonlight, softening her features. He had never taken the time to notice just how beautiful she was. Her face was losing its plumpness, due to almost constant exercising with Jack, and she was finally taking better care of herself. He was proud of her, of course, but he couldn't help shake the feeling that she was only hiding her hurt better than before.
She moved in her sleep and some of her curls slid over her face, hiding her features from him. He couldn't help, but watch her. What was he thinking? If she knew then she would most definitely stop sleeping in his room. She would probably go and stay with Jack for a while if he told her how much he was growing to admire her. She was so strange, so beautifully strange and it was fascinating.
He remembered back to the time on the subway when she embraced him. Her lips made contact with his neck and he could still feel the fire that she had ignited. He wondered if that meant that she felt the same way about him. It was possible. She never spoke of her feelings and it could have just been something else that she was hiding.
He looked over her shoulder and gently pushed her hair away from her face. He cuddled close behind her and hugged her to his body, feeling her warmth against his entire length. She sighed in her sleep and her hand came to rest over his as she unconsciously pushed herself closer to him. Before he could help himself he leaned down and placed his lips to her cheek. She didn't move at all and he suddenly became bolder, kissing her cheek again.
His lips trailed down the side of her face to her neck, and he breathed in her scent while his kisses became more staccato. She began to react under his lips and sighed, slowly waking from a peaceful sleep. She opened her eyes and turned her head to the source of her waking to find Will hovering over her face. She was very confused and furrowed her brow in question. Instead of giving an explanation, Will slowly leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. He lingered for a moment before pulling away and looking back into her eyes.
They were both taken aback when she leaned up to take his lips with hers; barely giving them a chance to absorb what was happening. All she knew was that his lips felt soft and loving against hers, and she wanted more. They renewed the kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The sheets on the bed rustled as he moved on top of her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Her sigh was lost in the depths of his mouth as she massaged his tongue with her own.
She softly moaned into his mouth as his hands slipped under her shirt to caress her stomach. He slowly ran his hands over her breasts and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Neither of them acknowledged their situation and she reached in between his legs, running her hand over his growing bulge.
She rolled them over and lay on top of him, her legs straddling his hips. Her hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt and she pushed them underneath it, feeling his muscles. Her mind had completely opened and she saw the face of her attacker, seemingly out of nowhere. Suddenly, she pulled away and sat up on top of him. Her breathing was uneven and her eyes were searching his face for an answer.
She quickly got off him and hurried towards the door, closing it behind her. He mentally kicked himself for kissing her. Why did he do it? He should have had self-control, but his mind completely failed him when their lips touched. He sighed and calmed himself down before rolling out of bed. He found Karen on the couch, under a blanket and staring at the ceiling. She looked like she was thinking and panicking within herself.
"Karen…" He was stopped by her hand in the air. She sat up to look at him over the back of the couch.
"Why did we do that, honey?" He shrugged and sat on his knees behind the couch. He crossed his arms over the back and laid his head on them. "Well, I'm sorry. I know that you're not attracted to women, and when I did that on the subway a while ago, I'm just sorry."
"Please stop apologizing. It's my fault, I started it." She placed her hand on his arm and gave him a soft smile. "You liked it though, right?" Her smile grew and a small giggle escaped her lips. She was glad that he was already trying to make light of the situation. After all, he was gay. How far could it have really gone before he just couldn't do it anymore?
"It was very nice, honey." She took a deep breath. He smiled and began to walk back to his room, but he stopped after a few steps.
"Can I do it again?" He met her eyes and she seemed shocked. She nodded and remained seated while he walked over to her and placed his hand on her cheek. Their lips met and they felt the same surge of electricity that was felt in his bedroom. He pulled back before they got carried away again and smiled to her. "Goodnight."