Title: I Second That
Emotion
Author/pseudonym:
Tinnean
Fandom: The Big Chill
Pairing: Karen/Sarah
Rating: NC-17
Email address:
Tinneantoo@aol.com
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
Other Web Site:
https://www.angelfire.com/ny4/tinsel/
Archive: If I sent it
to you, please archive it
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!