Roswell Fanatics

Title: Life’s Entaglements
Rating: ADULT AU
Pairing: UC
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: A short little story about a love affair and its consequences.



Chapter 1 – Life is never perfect


Life is never perfect.

But, at the age of 22, I thought my life was pretty damn close. I had a great job, the best friends a girl could have, a healthy disposition, and a lovely apartment to call my own. There was just one thing throwing a kink into my perfect life.

Sexual tension. Mad sexual tension. Which would’ve been fine, heck even great, if weren’t for the fact that the sexual tension was with my boss who happens to be my best friend’s husband. Big no-no!

He’s a great guy. For most of the world he puts on a quiet, serious façade, but once we became friends I found that he’s got a great personality, he’s funny and playful, even a bit rakish. And, when we’re together he exudes an aura of intense masculinity about him so that his very presence in a room can affect me like no one else ever has.

Ever since we met there’s been this pull between us. We’ve almost kissed dozens of times, but have either been interrupted or found the will to stop.

The first time was when we were play-fighting in their backyard pool. She had gone inside to get sodas, and he had me backed up under the diving board where it was dark and shadowed. My legs were wrapped around his waist and he was holding us both above water with a tight grip on the diving board. In that moment our eyes met and he pressed in closer so that I felt his arousal. I whispered, “We can’t do this.” He nodded his agreement, but like magnets our lips were still moving towards each other when the sound of the screen door closing broke us apart.

The last time was at the recent office Christmas party. I had brought a date, a very good-looking med student. After glaring at us for half the night, as soon as my date had been cornered by some of the guys at the party, he took the opportunity to pull me outside. He was angry, but he wouldn’t say why. Finally he said accusingly, “You didn’t tell me you were bringing a date.” I rolled my eyes and told him, “I don’t tell you everything.” He looked at me with surprise then muttered, “Obviously!” I couldn’t take his pacing and grabbed his arm. “What does it matter to you?” I asked him, knowing that I was only asking because I wanted him to admit that it did matter, that to him it mattered. As if he had read my mind, he swept me into his arms and whispered, “It matters.” Our lips were millimeters apart when I pushed him away. It wasn’t fair that he could bring her, and still be angry at me for bringing a date. I almost slept with the med student that night in an attempt to rid myself of thoughts of him, but I just couldn’t do it.

After that, I started distancing myself from both of them socially. There was a time when I was over at their house all the time for dinner or just to hang out, but I never went over there anymore. I had already been distancing myself from my best friend for some time. She had become obsessed over trying to get pregnant, and never spoke of anything else. In her fixation to have a baby, no matter how many times I asked her not to, she thought nothing of sharing graphic and intimate details that I just didn’t want to know.

Unfortunately, with him being owner of the company and me his personal assistant it was next to impossible to distance myself from him at work.

The stretching of the invisible cord pulling us towards each other had become almost palpable.

Then one day it snapped.

I had been into his office earlier that day to read him a memo I had just finished typing, and while reading I had looked up and caught him staring at my legs hungrily. I was wearing a sinfully short skirt, and when I uncrossed my legs to cross them back together in the other direction, I heard his stifled groan. I continued reading the memo as if nothing had happened, and left his office soon after. I was playing with fire, and I knew it.

Later that day after most of the staff had gone home, he called me back into his office. It wasn’t unusual for him to work late, and as his assistant I was always there when he was. We were looking over some plans for a new corporate building downtown. They were spread out on his desk, and he had told me to come around to his side to view them right side up. We were both slightly bent over the desk when his hand grazed mine in subtle flirtation that sent shivers down my spine. My heart started beating wildly, and when his pinkie finger slipped over mine, my breathing quickened. I turned to find his dark chocolate eyes on me, serious with intense desire.

That was all it took for me to forget everything I vowed I would never do. In the next moment, I was wrapped in his arms and he was kissing me. I opened my mouth and his tongue took the advantage, sweeping past my lips. Clothes were carelessly discarded in frenzied movements, as we crackled with the pent-up longing that we had been holding in check for so long. With his hands gripping my ass, he lifted me onto his desk, and without preamble, he was inside me and we were fucking furiously. It was animalistic almost bordering on violent with our desperate need for each other. It was the best sex I’d ever had.

As his breathing finally started to slow down he said, “That was better than I ever imagined.”

I was lying back on the desk and he was resting on top of me. We were still joined and his hips were slowly moving against mine, not with any real purpose but with unhurried movements that suggested he was far from done. “Me too,” I agreed.

His elbows held him above me as he looked down into my eyes. “You’ve fantasized about me?” he asked, sounding genuinely interested and decidedly pleased at the same time.

I smirked, but nodded and answered truthfully, “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about unzipping you from those Armani pants, falling to my knees, and taking you into my mouth.”

“Oh, god” he groaned.

Teasingly I suggested, “Goddess?”

His hips started moving quicker, pressing deeper, and I could feel that he was getting hard again. “Absolutely, my goddess, tell me more.”

“You first.”

His eyes glinted with playfulness as he told me, “There’s so many.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, and when he pulled back he whispered huskily, “All day I’ve had this image running through my head of bending you over my desk, pulling up that short little skirt you’re wearing, and taking you from behind.”

I pushed him up and before he could protest I had turned around, and was bending over gripping the edges of his desk. I looked over my shoulder at him and asked, “Like this?”

“Just like that,” he groaned and with his large hands on my hips, he pushed forward and filled me completely in one swift stroke.

That evening when I got home there was a message from her on my answering machine. I didn’t want to call her back. I was in total denial, and wanted to stay that way. I was scared to talk to her. Procrastinating, I ate dinner, paid some bills and watched a couple of evening sitcoms before I finally got up the courage to make the call.

When his voice came over the line as he answered the call, it sent a thrill through me. “Hey.”

I could hear the slow grin in his voice when he responded, his voice lower and sexier. “Hey.”

I didn’t want to stop talking to him, but I didn’t want him to think that I was being a bother either. “I was returning her phone call.”

“She’s already in bed.” I had no idea what to say, and after a few moments silence, he asked, “Is that water I hear?”

“I’m running a hot bath.” Mischievously, I continued, “Seems some of my muscles got a bit strained today.”

He chuckled then asked, “Want some company?”

I hesitated. I guess part of me had been thinking that earlier had been a one time thing just to get it out of our systems. His question made me realize that I didn’t want it to be a one time thing, and I answered breathily, “yes”.

“I’ll be right over.”

He must’ve broken several traffic laws because he was at my apartment in no time at all. I answered the door in the buff, and he lifted me into his arms and walked us inside attacking my neck with hungry, sucking kisses as he kicked the door closed.

In the bath, we took time languidly exploring each other’s bodies. After we got out, he dried me off and carried me to my bed. That night, instead of fucking like we had earlier, we made love. Afterwards while holding me tight, he told me, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of this.” He didn’t leave until the early morning hours, and neither of us talked about any future plans to get together.

He made me feel complete. I felt whole and I had never felt that with anyone else.

Over the next few months, we were together whenever we got the chance. We were wild and neither of us held back any inhibitions. My first time with anal sex was with him, and although it hurt at first, he soon had me screaming his name in pleasure. One time, hidden underneath his desk, I gave him a blow job as he met with some Japanese investors. The meeting was so long that I made him come twice. In retaliation, after the meeting was over, he laid me down on his desk and used his fingers and tongue to make me come until I told him I could take no more. We didn’t go out in public very often, and if we did, it was usually to a dark, romantic restaurant. At our favorite secluded restaurant, he once fucked me with his fingers while we waited for our food to arrive. In retrospect, we were probably just asking to be caught.

We were insatiable, but it wasn’t always about sex. We found that we both had a secret love for old black and white movies in common, and we often spent nights cuddled up on my sofa watching the classics. We spent long nights discussing intimate topics like our childhoods or broader issues like how we thought the world was evolving.

But, we never discussed her.

Chapter 2 - Everything happens for a reason


One day while looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that my tummy was looking a bit rounder. After all the exercise I had been engaging in, it was hard to believe I was getting fat. It took awhile for the thought to float to my conscious mind, but as soon as it did I was at the doctors confirming my suspicions.

That night, after my appointment, I called him on his cell phone. He answered the phone seemingly angry, and I almost hung up but gathering my courage I told him, “I need you.” His voice softened as if he had just realized who was on the phone and he said he’d be right over.

When he got to the apartment, I sat him down and told him straight out, “I’m pregnant.”

His eyes lit up and he smiled. “You are?”

I nodded solemnly, and watched as the implications clicked in his mind. His eyes glazed over and he put his head into his hands.

“I know this isn’t the right time…” I started to say, but couldn’t finish. I wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but I knew that I wanted this baby.

With his eyes suspiciously wet, he looked back up at me and said, “I’ll make sure you’re set financially. I… I don’t want you to get rid of it.”

I shook my head, “I don’t want to. But, I can do this on my own. I would understand if you didn’t want anything to do with this.”

He took my hand in his. “I want to be involved. I want to be involved in everything, okay? Did you just find out today?” I nodded and he asked, “When’s the next appointment? Wait, how far along are you?”

“Three months.” He looked like he wanted to ask something, but didn’t dare. I narrowed my eyes, but since that was right around the time that we first started sleeping together, I told him honestly, “Until you, I hadn’t slept with anyone in over a year.”

“Really?” he asked with pride as if he knew that it was because of him that I hadn’t slept with anyone else, which was true.

He went with me to all the appointments, and was a real task-master in making sure that I ate right and took all my vitamins. When we had the ultrasound done and learned that we were having a son, he was ecstatic. I hadn’t cared either way, but I knew he had longed for a son. The company he owned had been passed down from his great-grandfather to his grandfather to his father to him. I think he was worried that he would never have a son to pass the business to.

Late one night he entered the apartment with the key I had given him, undressed and slipped into bed behind me. He wrapped his arm around me letting his hand rest over my protruding belly, and whispered in my ear, “I love you so much. You know that, right?” He parted my legs with his and slid his hand down lower.

It was the first time he had said the words out loud, but I had known so I nodded and replied, “I love you, too. I think you’ve always had a piece of my heart.”

“My love,” he sighed, and pressed gently forward, sliding into me slowly.

He spent countless nights in my bed, but I never asked what excuse he gave her.

I didn’t want to know.

At almost eight months, I was still having serious cravings for anything chocolate. I loved chocolate combined with salty foods like popcorn. One day I was waiting for him to come over so I could send him out to get some chocolate ice cream, but I couldn’t take it any longer and decided to go myself.

I had just picked up a gallon of double chocolate fudge when I decided to waddle over to the next aisle for the zesty dill pickles I was suddenly craving. I turned down the aisle and stopped abruptly. I tried to turn around, but she noticed me and called out my name. She smiled, seeming pleased to see me and said, “Hi! I haven’t talked to you in so long. How have you been?”

I couldn’t answer.

Then she looked down and saw my large belly. She looked back up at me with wet eyes. “I… I didn’t know…”

Tears were streaming down my face, and I think it was then that everything fell into place for her. I couldn’t look her in the eyes, and forgetting my groceries I left the store as quickly as I could.

He was there when I got back to the apartment, and seeing my bleary eyes he took me into his arms and asked, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I- I went to get ice cream and I…” I started crying harder, unable to continue. He rubbed my back and waited. Finally I was able to tell him, “I saw her at the store. I- I think she knows. I feel awful – I’m the worst person in the world.”

He sighed and sat me down onto the sofa with him. “You're not. Listen to me, I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and I’ve decided to ask her for a divorce. Truthfully, our marriage was on the rocks long before anything happened between you and me.” He stopped my protests with a quick kiss, and continued, “You’ve touched me in ways that no one else in my life ever has or ever will. I love you and I want to be with you and only you. And, I want to be there for all the days we’ll have with our son growing up. I don’t want to miss any of it.”

Before I could respond, a sharp twinge hit me and I leaned into him groaning in pain. We made it to the hospital in record time. I was in early labor.

Our son came quickly, and as they laid him on my chest, he kissed my forehead and then our son’s.

“He’s beautiful,” I whispered.

“Perfect,” he agreed as the nurses took him back to clean him up and put him in the warmer.

We were deciding on a name from our short list when I told him, “I don’t feel so good.”

He turned to the doctor and asked anxiously, “What’s wrong?”

The doctor answered, “We need to take her into surgery. She’s hemorrhaging and we have to stop the bleeding.”

When he turned back to me all the blood had drained from his handsome face and I knew it was bad.

As they wheeled me out of the room, I grabbed his hand and told him through exhausted breaths, “Go to her. Our son needs a mother.” I knew she would forgive him, she would always love him.

“What are you talking about?!” he cried. “You’re going to be just fine. I love you and we’re going to take our son home and be a family.”

I didn’t think I deserved that.

Though in a haze and slipping into unconsciousness, I managed to tell him, “I love you” before they wheeled me into the operating room.

I never came back out.

For the next week he hardly left our son’s bedside in the neonatal intensive care unit. In honor of my family name, he named our son Lucas.

He and Lucas were everything to me and I couldn’t leave them. I stayed by his side helplessly watching him grieve for me as he kept his vigil over our son.

I watched as he rang the doorbell to his own home, clutching our son to his chest as tears fell from his eyes. She opened the door, and took them in.

I knew she would.

A year later, I watched as they celebrated our son’s first birthday at a quiet little park. Lucas was cuddled up on his daddy’s lap and they were making nonsense noises at each other. She sat by his side, smiling at the two of them.

As if he somehow sensed my presence our son reached his hand out to the empty space and said his first word, “mama”. I kissed the soft skin of his forehead, wishing I could tell him how much I loved him.

He looked at his son with wide eyes and then turned to the empty space next to him. I couldn’t help but touch his cheek, remembering our time together, and he breathed out my name.

She looked at him strangely, but with some understanding as a tear escaped from the corner of his eye.

Enveloping all three with warmth, tenderness and love, I knew it was time to leave the little family to live their lives happily ever after.

Everything happens for a reason.


THE END