Title: I Second That Emotion
Author/pseudonym: Tinnean
Fandom: The Big Chill
Pairing: Karen/Sarah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Lawrence Kasdan has them under a lifetime
contract, but I let them slip the leash a bit!
Status: new/complete
Date: 4/01
Series/Sequel: This is part 10 of The Connection
series, and follows In the Midnight Hour
Summary: Alex’s funeral has taken a toll on Sarah.
Karen comes to her rescue.
Warnings: f/f, minor spoilers for the movie.
Notes: To my knowledge, all of Sarah’s children in
the movie were fathered by Harold. However, that little kid in the beginning,
the one in the bath singing Joy to the World? He’d be about the right age for
Alex to be his daddy. However, if Harold accepts him as his, who am I to
quibble?
Thanks go to Gail for everything she does. And to
Silk for ‘boo’ and the naughty puppy! Thanks, sis!
I Second That Emotion
Part 1/1
Karen watched over Sarah like a hen with one chick. If
anyone even seemed as if they were about to approach the other woman, Karen
would glare at them until they changed their minds.
Finally, Sarah gave a muffled laugh and leaned against her
friend. “Karen, Alex’s parents want to say goodbye!” The elderly couple
approached the pair hesitantly.
“Mr. and Mrs. Marshall, I’m so sorry we had to meet
again under such unfortunate circumstances.”
Alex’s mother smiled, but it was obvious she had no
recollection of ever having met the beautifully turned out woman.
“Sarah, it was so kind of you to do all this for us.”
Sarah murmured reassurances.
“And you’ll be sure to let Molly keep in touch with us?
She’s our only link to our Alex now.” The devastated woman looked around
vaguely. “I don’t see that young woman around anywhere,” she said,
referring to Chloe, Alex’s very young girlfriend. “Would you be so kind as
to tell her goodbye, Sarah?”
Sarah was shocked to the soles of her sensible shoes. She
gave Karen a look that bespoke her inability to handle this situation.
Karen was not an executive’s wife for nothing. Pasting a
sympathetic smile on her face, murmuring innocuous platitudes, she ushered the
Marshalls out to the car waiting to take them to the airport.
“Oh, my sweet Jesus! How did they come to the conclusion
that Molly is Alex’s child? We never had a paternity test! No one ever
questioned that Molly was Harold’s! No one!”
“Come on, sweetie. You don’t look well!” Karen looked
around and spotted Harold staring morosely out the window. “Ha, I’m going to
take Sarah to her room. This has taken so much out of her, and I think she
should lie down.”
“Hmmm? Oh, that sounds like a good idea Karen. Thanks.”
He smiled absently, but his attention was on something else. Karen gave a
passing glance out the window, but all she could see was Nick sitting on the
front steps.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one would read
anything into her placing an arm around her friend, Karen urged Sarah up the
stairs and into the bedroom she shared with her husband.
“Go wash your face and put on a nightie, boo. I’ll turn
down the bed and you can get some rest.”
Sarah froze in the bathroom door. “Don’t leave me,
Karen!”
The elegant woman paused as she was about to pull back the
coverlet. “I won’t leave, Sarah,” she assured her friend.
With a sigh filled with relief, and exhaustion, Sarah
disappeared into the master bath, unaware of the yearning in the other woman’s
gaze.
Karen had learned long ago to conceal her feelings. First
from an emotionally neglectful father, and then from a husband whom she
tolerated less and less as she came to the unhappy conclusion that as much as
Richard may have loved her in the beginning, he did not much like her anymore!
Well, Richard had served his purpose. He had given her the
requisite number of children, and while it would have been nice to have a girl
and a boy, having two boys proved to be a good thing: she had no competition
within her household.
Richard also provided her with all the latest electronic
gadgets, the newest appliances, the latest model cars. And if she found that
they no longer could fill that empty space within her, well that was the reason
she was here this weekend. Aside from having to play the organ at Alex’s
funeral.
Karen knew that the Stones’ song, You Can’t Always Get
What You Want was Alex’s all- time favorite. She just couldn’t understand
why he would want it played at his funeral. By her.
But she was not normally introspective, and she brushed
that aside as unimportant. Because she was here with Sarah now, and she had
every intention of spending this weekend with her. Karen knew herself to be a
clever woman; she was certain she would be able to find a way to get Sarah in
her bed!
Sarah came out of the master bath wearing a satin slip of a
nightie, and Karen’s breath clogged in her throat.
‘Thanks, sweetie,” Sarah murmured as she padded
barefoot over to the bed and sank down on the edge. “This has been a horrible
week…” She gave herself a shake. “I’m so glad you came. I wasn’t sure
you would, after the last time we were together.”
Karen sat down next to her and kissed her hair. “I’ll always
be here for you, Sassy. Don’t you know that by now?”
Sarah smiled and leaned into her good friend. “That was
when I was expecting my little guy,” she recalled softly. “I was so ill with
morning sickness. You took me home and actually made me something to eat.”
“And then I had something to eat.”
“Yes, me!” Sarah laughed. “I loved what you
did to me!” She lay back on the pillows and made room for her friend to lie
beside her. “You pushed my slip up over that huge belly I had, and
kissed those stretch marks that I loathed.”
Karen was remembering as well, and slid the nightie up to
reveal the smooth, taut abdomen that belied the numerous pregnancies her friend
had borne. She sucked in a rapt breath and licked a path from the curls that
covered the other woman’s mound to her navel.
Lost in thoughts of that other time, Sarah moaned quietly
and spread her legs. Karen settled herself in the vee and stretched to press
burning kisses up the slope of a firm breast and latch onto a pouting nipple,
suckling strongly. Sarah shivered and held the brunette head tight to her bosom.
“Fuck me, Karen! I want you to fuck me!”
Karen smiled and bit down carefully. “I left all my toys
at home!”
Sarah shuddered and parted her legs farther. A
stocking-clad thigh pressed high against the folds of her femininity, collecting
the moisture Karen’s attentions were causing to gather there. “Night table!
Top drawer!” Sarah managed to gasp out. Her nipple popped out of Karen’s
mouth as the other woman drew back in surprise.
Then she wound her fingers in the short, fair hair of her
lover and brought their mouths together. The kiss was so hard that Karen felt
her lips bruise. “I love you, Sassy,” she whispered. She reached over to
open the drawer.
“Hurry, Karen!”
For a second, Karen was too stunned to do anything. In the
drawer was a very nicely shaped dildo, approximately nine inches of everything
the modern woman would want. And then an unholy smile lit her face.
“Why Sarah Cooper! You naughty puppy! Does Harold know
about this?”
Sarah leaned up on her elbows, her pose so wanton that
Karen couldn’t catch her breath. “He thinks it for a sore shoulder.” She
grinned mischievously and nodded toward the base, which Karen now saw, twisted.
She looked into her lover’s dark eyes and turned the
base. A low hum disturbed the silence of the room. Karen took the length of
rubber in her palm and felt the vibration travel up her arm. The idea of using
this on her friend sent tingles right to her core and she squirmed voluptuously.
“Pull your legs back, Sassy. I’m going to give you what
you want; what you need!”
Sarah obeyed the softly voiced order, exposing both
openings. Karen fastened her mouth on the tiny nub hidden by Sarah’s curls,
and licked and sucked at it. Her friend was so wet that when she pressed the tip
of the dildo to her entrance, it slid easily in. Karen began a slow thrusting,
and Sarah hummed with pleasure.
And then Karen turned it on and Sarah almost came off the
bed. Sighs and moans spilled past Sarah’s lips, encouraging her friend to fuck
her more strongly. “More! Oh my God, Karen, I need more!” she gasped.
Karen smiled and wet a finger. She stroked it over her
friend’s hole and pressed firmly until the muscle relaxed enough to let her
get her finger in. “Do you like this, Sassy? Do you like getting your ass
fucked while I fuck your pussy?” She slid in another finger.
The feel of those fingers and that rubber cock separated
only by a thin layer of tissue proved too much, and with a shrill cry, Sarah
came, her internal muscles squeezing Karen’s fingers almost painfully.
Finally, so loose she felt boneless, Sarah sprawled out on
the bed. Karen removed her fingers, but left the dildo in place. “Not fair,”
Sarah murmured sleepily. “You didn’t come.” But she was already tumbling
into a light doze.
With a rueful smile, Karen placed a tender kiss on her
lover’s mouth. “Sleep, boo. Next time it will be my turn.” She snuggled
next to her and closed her eyes.
****
Michael was trying to convince his editor that the blind
baton twirler in Texas would not regain her eyesight over the weekend. “This
will be a great story,” he insisted. “It’ll be about where did our hopes
go. No, that was the Supremes: Where Did Our Love Go. Lost hope! That’s it!
Well, you’d like it if it was the Lost Hope Diet! And you’ll have two
stories for next week!”
Satisfied that he had gotten his point across, Michael
paused as he was about to hang up the upstairs hall phone.
Was that a cry of satisfaction he just heard?
There was definitely sex going on in this house!
~End~
