The End of a Love Affair

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The End of a Love Affair; Smut Biscuit

A/N:  I thought I was done with Kit and Zuri, but the other day, they demanded that I let them have sex.  So, for your reading pleasure...  Rating: NC-17 and a mild fetish warning.  
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The plan was to actually try and go out for the evening.  Kit didn’t mind Jelani being a part of the date; he wanted to include my child in nearly everything we did.  It made our dating plans interesting, for they had to accommodate a three-month old baby.  But for the mere fact that Kit wanted Jelani around made it quite easy for him to get anything he wanted out of me.  Not that he has; ever since that beautiful night in my bedroom where we put our feelings out there, the most we’ve ever done is kiss and make out.  He’s been busy working cases with Jackson, and I recently reported to Quantico for my new job as a firearms instructor.  And he didn’t want to rush, which was fine with me.

Kit made an effort to see me at least twice a week; we actually planned our time together.  On those days, we were determined to leave work at a decent hour (it’s more difficult for him than it is for me), and he came to my house.  I’ve been to his apartment a couple of times, but he prefers coming to me so I don’t have to lug Jelani’s diaper bag and carrier around.  Either way, when we see each other, there’s a pressure in my chest and a tingling in my extremities.  I wanted Kit in the worst way; kissing him leaves me with an ache, a void, a sweet pain that nothing in the world could eradicate, except for one thing.  The woman in me; the one he’d unleashed, screamed for him and I could deny her but so long.

The End of a Love Affair (3/3)

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My son was the most beautiful, wrinkled pinkish-brown thing I’d ever laid eyes on.  He weighed seven pounds and two ounces.  He was bald as a cueball and he took to the breast like a champ.  Looking at him, I wondered exactly who his father was and how much he would resemble him.  It didn’t matter, however.  He was beautiful.  I had him all morning, staring into his wonderful little sleeping face like a lovesick fool.  He was worth everything, everything…absolutely everything.  I loved him so much I thought my heart would burst.

The End of a Love Affair (2/3)

           Kit went to a nearby restaurant and brought back a bag of absolute sinful goodness: big bacon double cheeseburgers, seasoned fries from Five Guys, and stopped by a bakery for thick slabs of chocolate cake.  We enjoyed the caloric volcano that was our meal while watching another SyFy cheese biscuit: ‘Mega Shark vs. Crocosaurus.’  I discovered that Kit also had an appreciation for mediocre sci-fi scripts, bad acting, and cheesy F/X, and nobody delivered like the SyFy channel. 

The End of a Love Affair (1/3)

Starring Jay Tavare as Agent Kit Eastman & Kimberly Elise as Agent Zuri Troy

I guess I’ve had enough of Jackson.  I’ve been sitting here thinking about things as they used to be and as they are now and it has occurred to me that I’m seeing things a lot more clearly.  Maybe it’s because I’m pregnant and incapable of bullshit.  Be that as it may, I’ve simply had enough.  Yes, I was glad to see that he was all right; that his latest adventure left him no worse for wear.  I will never deny the bond we had, the friendship we’d built, or the love we shared.  I am not that kind of woman.  He meant a lot to me.  But his nonchalance at my pregnancy was the last straw.  He knew what it meant to me to finally be able to conceive; in fact, he’d helped me out a couple of times, but I never caught pregnant. 

When he disappeared, I tried to move on with my life and sought out a fertility clinic.  I was successful the second time around, and when he came back, I thought I could count on his full support.  His words to the contrary cut me to the quick.  He just looked at me and tossed off banal congratulations as though he was reading one of the reports we have to submit to our supervisor.  I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut.  How could he be so blasé about the most important thing in my life?  I think that was the beginning of the end.