Coffee & Commitment - Season 3, Episode 11

"We can get our minds off of things by touching each other inappropriately."

"Good idea."

It was ten minutes later and Will and Grace were making some sort of love declaration in the middle of the wedding ceremony and Karen was about to snap. She needed alcohol and she needed it now. Beside her, Jack wasn't doing so well either. She had her hand in his lap, her fingers dangerously close to his crotch and he had an arm wrapped around her, his hand brushing her left breast under her jacket. The distraction was nice, but it wasn't enough.

Karen turned her head and whispered to Jack quietly as Will and Grace finally sat back down so the ceremony could continue. "Meet me in the coat closet in five minutes." With that, she stood and ran down the corridor to the coffee bar. She snatched a cold espresso off the cart and slammed it back, missing the familiar taste of Bailey's with sore hopelessness. She then took off for the coat closet at the end of the hall and walked in, not bothering to flip on the light above her head.

Not a minute later, Jack strolled in, closing the door behind him. "Karen?"

Karen surged forward out of the darkness of the closet and grabbed Jack by the back of his neck, bringing him roughly down to her mouth. He stumbled a bit into her, his hands grasping at her hips to steady himself. She could feel him try to pull away, most likely about to question her, so she pressed her tongue against his lips, knowing he would taste the coffee on her breath.

Jack suddenly stopped struggling and moaned loudly, his mouth opening to seek out Karen's dark roast flavored tongue, but Karen resisted, pulling her mouth away just far enough so he couldn't touch her tongue. Understanding that she was trying to distract them both, her sexually and him with a teasing amount of caffeine, he smoothed his hands down to her ass, squeezing it until Karen whimpered against his mouth.

Never parting their lips, Karen shrugged out of her jacket, leaving her in her strapless shirt and matching pants. She grabbed one of Jack's hands from her rear and brought it to her chest, groaning appreciatively when he began to knead breast. Finally feeling the need for alcohol slip away and become replaced with a need for sexual release, Karen opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out so Jack could finally get his caffeine fix. She expected him to just tangle his tongue with hers like they usually do when they makeout, but instead she felt his lips wrap around her muscle and begin to greedily suck on it like a lollipop. Karen went weak in the knees at the new sensation and the remaining thoughts of alcohol flew out of her head and were replaced with a throbbing between her legs.

The sound of raucous cheers and hollers suddenly sounded from down the hall and the couple parted in surprise. Their heavy breaths filled the small room and they stared in the direction of each other, not really able to read one another's facial expressions in the darkened closet.

"I guess the weddings over," Jack said quietly.

Karen nodded, ignoring the fact that he couldn't see the movement. "We better get out of here, honey. The quicker they cut the cake, the quicker we leave, and the quicker I get home to my Jack Daniel's on the rocks."

In the midst of the cutting of the cake, Karen found one of the grooms' sister and luckily the woman was so drunk she didn't even bat an eye at giving Karen half the contents of her flask. Jack found a new boy toy to smoke with, creating yet another habit to counteract his caffeine obsession. Karen shook her head and sighed as she watched him shamelessly flirt whilst trying not to cough as the unfamiliar feeling of smoke filled his lungs. She looked down at her drink and tossed the remaining contents back, hoping it was enough to satisfy her for the drive home. The makeout session was enough to distract her earlier, but the second the alcohol from the flask touched her lips her sex drive dwindled down drastically, replaced with a euphoria of familiarity and dulling senses.

Karen tossed the empty cup behind her, careless as to where it landed and looked back over at Jack just as he glanced away from his smoking companion. Their eyes met and Karen felt the rush of desire coarse through her body and settle right back between her legs.

"Shit."