2004

Their bodies loudly rammed into the decorative table next to them as their tongues fought, Jack's arms squeezed tightly around Karen's waist and her hands ran through his dark hair. They struggled to control their bodies in this manner for a minute or two before Karen pulled back from Jack, putting an abrupt end to their spontaneous make out session.

"Honey, what the hell was that?" she asked him. His breathing heavy, he stared back at her, himself unsure of what had just happened. She raised her eyebrows at him in her impatience for an answer. Karen and Jack had kissed before, but never like that. Even during goofy times like when she would let Jack French kiss her in the Barney's elevator, he had always been insistent on keeping their physical contact minimal, as he was simply not turned on by her womanly body.

But Jack was fully cognizant of the fact that Karen was a stunningly attractive woman, and he enjoyed fondling her breasts and tasting the sweetness of her YSL lipstick on his lips. But this time was…different. A purely sexual desire had overcome them both, an undeniable electricity flowing through their bodies.

Before Jack could provide any kind of answer to Karen, the door behind them burst open and Will had stormed out of it, Grace trailing behind him while pulling on her white coat over her wedding dress. Karen and Jack watched them go, both of their faces displaying their shock from everything that had just happened. When Will and Grace had turned out of the hallway and they were once again alone, Jack took Karen's hand and pulled her into the room they had just come out of.

Leo was there, and smiled at them before taking his leave of the room. When he did, Jack shut the door, and like magnets, he and Karen were once again in each other's arms. His fingertips toyed with the skin of her bare shoulders, pushed her mink stole to the floor. Her nails clawed through his tuxedo as she grasped his back, throwing her head back as he kissed and licked her neck.

She hurriedly helped him out of his tuxedo jacket, unbuttoned his shirt. He pushed them to the ground and ran his hand up Karen's leg, pushing up the fabric of her long black dress as he did so. The room was completely silent except for their pants and moans as they caressed and kissed and bit and licked every inch of each other's bare skin. Karen's foot had been teasing Jack's cock through his unbuttoned pants, and as he exercised a delightful torture on her ear with his tongue, she used her foot to push his pants down all the way.

"Karen," he sighed her name as she ran her hands over his firm chest, working on a hickey near his right collar bone.

"Oh Jack," she moaned in response, moving her lips up the side of his jaw to meet his lips once again. Their movements were fast and lustful, leaving neither of them any time to think about what they were doing or what it meant.

"Karen," Jack repeated as she broke their kiss to look into his eyes.

"I want you inside of me," she requested quietly, once again rubbing her stocking foot up and down the length of his erect shaft. She was fully prepared for him to take her, something she had been dreaming of for years. Suddenly and unexpectedly, it seemed as though her most secret fantasy was about to come true.

Jack remained silent as she straddled him, pulling her dress up around her waist to allow him access to her. His expression was blank despite the hormones that were still raging strongly within him. Karen's finger's encircled his hard on. He shivered; this was the first time her delicate hands had ever made skin-to-skin contact with his penis. Karen bit her lip and looked down at him as she slowly pulled it out of his boxers.

"Jack," she whispered, leaning down towards his face, his cock still in her hand, "I love you."

The kiss she planted on his lips was quickly ended, as Jack, shock written all over his face, pulled himself from Karen's grasp and pushed her off of him. Her mouth fell open in confusion as she hit the floor, Jack rolling himself over and standing quickly, tucking his boxers back into his pants.

"Jack?" she questioned, staring up at him from the floor, looking disheveled and lost.

"Karen, I-I can't have sex with you," he told her, rubbing his face as he walked towards the window on the opposite wall.

"Are you sure?" she asked, her tone icy, "Because you seemed pretty ready to just a second ago." She pushed herself to a standing position and smoothed her dress back down over her legs. "I don't understand…didn't you hear what I said?"

Jack didn't look at her, but stared straight ahead out of the window, his arms crossed in front of him. He was silent.

"Jack, didn't you hear me?" she pushed again, stepping closer to him. "I said I love you." She placed a hand on his arm.

"Yes, I heard you," he snapped, shrugging off her touch. She retracted her hand instantly, as though she had just touched a hot stove.

"W-Well…doesn't that mean anything to you?" her voice was quiet now.

"I'm gay."

"I know but…but that isn't always absolute…come on, Jack, you have to realize that we have something really special."

"Karen I don't love you."

He met her eyes as he said the words, almost as if challenging her to refute him. Her breath hitched her in her throat, she looked away, embarrassed. Jack saw her hurt, and immediately regretted speaking to her so harshly. He stepped closer to her, took her small hand in his, and kissed it. She looked up at him, her eyebrows drawn in confusion.

"And you don't love me, either," he continued. "You're just upset right now about Stan cheating…but it's him you love, remember?" He ran a hand through her short hair as her expression softened. "It always has been him."

The flush slowly drained from Karen's cheeks as she stared at him in silence. Maybe he was right, maybe she was just so vulnerable right now, during her impending divorce from Stanley, that she had allowed herself to become confused about her feelings for Jack. She shook her head, laughed once.

"You're right, Jack," she told him. She matched his smile. "You're right." She pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry…I just got a little carried away."

Jack rested his head on Karen's shoulder as she rubbed little circles around his back.

"It's ok, Kare," he told her. "I did too- I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again."

Karen sighed in relief that their weirdness had passed. Still, she was slightly disappointed by his last sentiment. She may have been mixing up her lust for Jack with love, but she still had a burning physical desire for him that could not be ignored.

There was a knock at the door, quickly followed by Larry's voice.

"Hey are you guys in there? Grace and Will are back, we're going to start the ceremony now."

Karen helped Jack retie his bowtie and handed him his tuxedo jacket. She tied her stole back around her shoulders, and cast a last glance at Jack before heading out the door.