2006

Jack grabbed a fistful of Karen's silky hair and tugged her head back, allowing him access to her pale soft throat. His kisses were rough and forceful, and she bit her lip in frustration as his other hand teased between her legs. Her hands were thrown out from her sides, clenching and releasing the satin sheets that their bodies were tangled in.

Her red lipstick was smeared across her mouth and along Jack's ear, neck and chest. His white collared shirt hung open as he hovered over her, his pants discarded in a rumpled heap on the floor next to the bed.

Her sexual frustration was transformed into raw aggression as she overpowered him and flipped them, his back now pressed into the mattress instead of hers. She straddled him and ground her hips on top of his pelvis, the thin silk of her thong and the soft cotton of his boxers serving as the only barrier between their bare skin. Her fingernails tickled his skin as she pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and he raised himself off the bed slightly to allow her to remove it completely from his body and toss it aside.

She leaned down and placed a cluster of kisses on his stomach, and Jack took the opportunity to gently push her head further down to where his erection throbbed. As she gripped the elastic of his boxers with her teeth, she raised her eyes to him and pulled them off of his body. Soon her lips had fully encircled his shaft, leaving a faint red lipstick imprint on his skin while he ran a hand through her hair, his head tossed back onto the pillow in ecstasy.

Karen worked her magic on Jack for a few minutes before crawling back up to his side to kiss him gently, then kissed away the sweat that had formed around his hairline as he regained his composure. He put her on her back again and began to move over her.

Karen sighed heavily and twisted her hips in pleasurable agony as Jack spread her legs and kissed down her stomach. He was soon hovering back over her lips, however, after removing her thong, and she kissed him fiercely as he ran his hands over her ribcage.

"Fuck me, Jack," she sighed into his ear. "Hard."

Jack pulled Karen up, supporting the weight of her torso with his hands on her lower back as he continued to kiss her, then prompted her to roll over onto her stomach. She did, and he pulled her hips up to him so that she was on all fours in front of him as he knelt behind her on the bed. Karen gasped as she felt him enter her, his hands firmly gripping the front of her hips to pull her as far onto him as possible.

He started out slowly, bending over her to bite and snap the straps of her black lacy bra as she moaned beneath him, her dark hair swinging in front of her. In and out, in and out. Over and over he backed out of her, only to slam her willing body back towards him with each thrust.

"Oh GOD Jack!" she yelled, feeling her orgasm building.

"Not yet, Karen," he panted, "not yet!"

Wrapping his arms all the way around her waist while keeping their connection, he sat back on his feet and pulled her on top of him so that she was now seated on top of him. Her legs were spread wide, each of her knees on the outside of his thighs. She reached behind her and wrapped an arm around his neck, turning her head to kiss him as she raised and lowered herself on top of him. His right hand found her clit and rubbed furiously, his left hand entwined with hers, resting on her stomach.

Too concentrated on the feelings of pleasure coursing through their connection, her mouth broke from Jack's and she closed her eyes and rolled her head back onto his shoulder. He kissed her neck as she moaned.

Tiny, high-pitched cries began escaping Karen in rapid succession, and Jack knew she was close. He amped up his own thrusts and worked tirelessly with his hand between her legs. He felt his own orgasm building, and gritted his teeth as he finished her off.

Within seconds they both were yelling in ecstasy, their moans and exclamations of each others' names filling the quiet house.

They had found themselves in this position after a pitcher of sangria and hours of laughter and conversation. Stan had moved out of the manse weeks ago, the divorce proceedings finally underway. Grace had given birth to her baby girl this morning, and despite her sadness, Karen had suggested to Jack that it was a good reason to spend the night celebrating, just the two of them.

They threw themselves back onto the head of the bead, recovering on the plush pillows, with the sheets wrapped around their sweaty yet satisfied bodies. And now, sobered up by the simple passage of time and the amazing experience just shared with Jack, Karen's mind was running wild with questions.

She rolled onto her side to face Jack, whose eyes were closed above a boyish grin on his mouth. Leaning up on her elbow to rest her head on her fist, she sighed.

"Jack?"

"Mmm?"

"Why'd you do that for me?"

He opened his eyes and turned his head on its pillow to look at her.

"What are you talking about? That was just as much for me as it was for you."

"Yeah, but…you couldn't possibly have enjoyed it, right? I mean, I'm not exactly your…most desired partner." Jack shrugged. "You've never been able to do it with a woman before."

"Well, you're not most women, Kare…" the thought was complete, but she could tell by the way he was looking at her that there was more to it than that.

"And?"

"And…" he hesitated, and reached for her hand below the covers to twist their fingers together. "I want to give you a baby."

Karen's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She stammered for a moment, caught completely off guard. Jack just watched her, allowing her to compose her thoughts and enjoying her shock. He had always loved surprising her.

"Jack, I…I-I don't know what to say," she caressed his cheek with the back of her hand. "That's very sweet of you, but I would never expect you to…to father my child. That's just too big of a deal, Poodle."

"But I want to, Kare. I've been thinking about it ever since I found out what you were hiding in that room. I know what I'm getting into, and I want to be able to do this for you," he kissed her hand. "For us."

"Wouldn't that make us just like Will and Grace, though? Do we really want to end up like them?"

"It wouldn't be such a bad thing. I think if they were serious about it, maybe we should be too."

Karen was genuinely moved and appreciative of what Jack was suggesting, and she didn't have the heart to tell him that it was too late for her. She hadn't gotten pregnant since her miscarriage seven years before, despite her desperate attempts to with Stan. She was almost out of the child-bearing age period and had abused drugs and alcohol for years. It just wasn't very likely that she would become pregnant from this one tryst.

Instead, she just leaned in and kissed his forehead, then his cheek, then his lips.

"Thank you," she whispered. He sighed contentedly, and blushed slightly as he tugged on the cup of Karen's bra to make sure she was fully covered. They laughed, and she cuddled into the crook of his arm.

Karen was surprised when they made love twice more that night, trying out a different position each time, and even more surprised when three weeks later, she found out that she was pregnant.