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: http://www.angelfire.com/ny4/tinsel/

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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!

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 good-bye!" 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 good- bye, 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, Sassy. 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~