Season 7, Episode 2: "Back Up Dancer"
"Oh, to answer your question - Madonna," Jack said and Karen sighed against him, dropping her hand from his shoulder. He looked down at her in confusion, wondering why she stopped moving with him. "What?"
Karen rolled her eyes. "You are so sweet, but such an ass at the same time," she told him. Jack pouted and Karen let a smile break out on to her face as she slipped her hand from his and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jack casually slid his hands down to her lower back and Karen pressed herself against him as they began to sway again. "This would be easier with music," she said.
Jack leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear and he began to hum a tune. Karen breathed out in content and closed her eyes as they continued their little dance. Her fingers reached up and she tangled them gently in the hair at the back of his neck causing him to shiver. She turned her face towards his neck and pressed the tiniest of kisses against his warm skin. She tilted her face and placed another kiss below his ear and then worked her way to his jaw. Jack turned his head and captured her traveling lips between his. He ran his tongue slowly back and forth over her lips and then pulled away, their lips parting with a light smack. Karen caught his upper lip and then opened her mouth just as Jack did his and their tongues brushed, twisting together in a slow dance, a sigh escaping between their mouths.
Karen unwrapped one arm from around his shoulders and traced his jaw down to his chin with her fingernail gently. She tilted her head at a different angle and moaned at the lackadaisically paced passionate kiss. Placing her palm against his cheek, Karen pulled away for a quick breath only to have Jack seize her lips again.
He took a few steps forward, guiding Karen until her back came into contact with the wall and he molded their bodies together, his thigh between her legs. Their movements weren't rushed, they kept their kisses lazy. His hands moved from her lower back to her stomach, his fingers sliding under the loose material of her shirt to graze against her skin. Karen mewled into his mouth and Jack smirked against her lips. His hands slid up further and his thumbs pushed up on her bra so he could brush the underside of her breasts.
Karen moved her hands down from his face and pressed them against his pecs, appreciating the feel of his strong muscles beneath his shirt. Just as Jack's fingers slid further inside her bra, his cell phone began to ring loudly in his pocket and their lips parted with a 'pop'. He rest his forehead against hers and removed his hands from under her shirt, one resting on her waist while the other dug in the pocket of his sweatpants to find his phone.
He fished it out and flipped it open, pressing the device to his ear. "Hello?" he asked breathlessly. "Oh, hey Will..."
Karen rolled her eyes, hearing Will's yammering on the other line. She slanted her head and continued to pepper his chin and jaw with kisses as he chatted with their lawyer friend.
"Yeah, Karen is here with me. Dessert? All right, we'll head over. Okay, bye." He hung up the phone and Karen pulled away to stare up at him. "Will, Grace, and Vince are having drinks and dessert."
"She has the wedding album out, doesn't she?" Karen asked with a sigh as Jack stepped back from her.
"Probably," he shrugged. He walked over and grabbed his duffle bag as Karen picked up her purse off the table. "Kinda pathetic, ain't it?"
"I don't think it's pathetic."
Her voice was small and Jack turned to look at her as she fiddled with the strap of her purse. "Sorry, Kare," he mumbled. "I forgot-"
"Its okay, honey." She plastered on a smile that he knew was partially fake and reached her hand out for him to take.
Jack slid his hand in hers and squeezed, planting a kiss on her cheek as they walked out of the dance studio.