My Worthiness is all My Grace, Conclusion

Yes, here it is at last! Thanks so much to everyone who has R&R'd this. Maybe someday I'll do another story. Please see part 1 for disclaimers.
Seconds seemed like hours as they both stared in horror at the fallen condom.

After about a minute, Will began to laugh, and a few seconds later Grace joined him. They giggled and howled and Will would have fallen off the bed of Grace hadn't grabbed him. When the laughter finally died down they looked at each other.

"I guess that was a sign," Grace said softly, wiping her eyes with the back of one hand.

"I guess so," Will echoed. He heard the sadness and slipped his arms around her, cuddling her against him, not caring that they were both naked. "Grace, you don't need me to have sex with you to know I love you, right? You know I do."

"I know," she replied, resting her head on his chest. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For making you do that."

"Hey." He tipped her chin up until she was looking at him. "You did not make me do any of that, Grace. I could've said no. I wanted to give you that; hell, for a little while I thought my homo license would get suspended. But we don't have to have sex to hold each other, be here for each other. You're my best friend. Always."

"You're right. But still. I shouldn't have done that. No matter how drunk I am or lonely I feel."

"Stop beating yourself up, ok? I was drunk and lonely too. I still am. And I wasn't exactly fighting you off, now was I?"

She sniffled. "No," she answered, then yawned.

"Ok, then. We both are responsible." He stifled a yawn of his own, idly wondering when he started getting tired so early, then looked at the clock and realized it was almost midnight. "So don't worry about it and let's get some sleep. If I'm going to wake up looking at a woman, I'd at least like you not to have bags under your eyes. Your morning medusa hair is scary enough."

Grace playfully punched him. "Hey, at least I don't scratch my crotch while walking to the bathroom!"

"You would if you had a penis."

"Would not!"

"Would too!"

She grinned, reached up and kissed Will quickly but firmly on the lips before snuggling down. "Good night, Will."

He smiled, resting his cheek on top of her head. "Good night, Grace."
The next morning Jack and Karen came over while Will and Grace were having breakfast.

"So who threw up first?" Will asked as Karen took a bottle of wine out of the fridge to pour on her cereal.

"Neither of us," Jack replied between bites of toast. "We kept giggling every few seconds while we were making out. Not the kind of mood for a hurling contest."

"Ahhh," Grace said with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, maybe someday we'll have a rematch," Karen said, sitting down next to Jack. She stirred the strawberry wine into her Rice Krispies. "Wow, cheap wine really makes these suckers sing!" She exclaimed. She took a bite, then asked: "So what did you kids end up doing last night?"

Will and Grace looked at each other. A psychic grin flashed between them.

"Oh, well, we decided to have a drinking contest," Will began.

"And then we both got kinda plowed," Grace chimed in.

"Grace came on to me-"

"And Will let me-"

"And we decided to have sex-"

"And started fooling around-"

"And then the condom broke-"

"It was the only one he had-"

"So then we decided just to go to sleep-"

"And we slept together-"

"But not in the biblical sense-"

"And that was it," both of them said simultaneously.

Dead silence greeted the end of their story. Jack and Karen were both staring so hard they looked like their eyes would pop out of their heads.

And then they started screaming with laughter.

Jack fell, and Karen collapsed on top of him, still laughing.

"Oh, honey, that was a good one!" Karen gasped a few minutes later.

"Yeah, you almost had me believing it!" Jack spluttered, wiping his eyes on Karen's sleeve.

"Well, we try and make your day entertaining, don't we Grace?" Will asked.

"Absolutely," she said.

He winked at Grace, and she winked back.