through withdrawal. She laughed at him, not taking the constantly horny bastard seriously, but then, she became suspicious that he hadn’t been playing around with her at all as a bit more time passed. Xzion’s weight had dropped again. This was the second time in their marriage she’d noticed it.
The first time he’d complained of not receiving enough intimate affection, she had been running a two week shift due to a prolific band of thieves terrorizing the neighborhood. The little free time she did have, she spent with Zachary. Xzion had no complaints about that, but he sure did as it pertained to their sex life. Initially, she shrugged it off, knowing she’d make it up to him. She was in just as much need as he was — but seemed to have better control over the matter. Now, here it was happening again and something dark tinged his voice and eyes when he was in her presence.
Initially, she thought it could be because of this mess he was dealing with concerning Zarkstorm and the recent murders in the alleyway… Yes, the alleyway, another matter she had to deal with. However, even though the streets were currently quiet, he was not. His sleeping pattern had changed; he would sigh and gasp as if having nightmares. He explained to her he wasn’t having nightmares at all, that it wasn’t the cause for his distress. He’d told her many times before, with a smile on his face, that he was addicted to her, and he seemed to grow angry when she didn’t believe him — when she acted as though she thought he was telling a simple joke. He wasn’t though, and she realized he was telling the truth…
“Look baby, I will take off tomorrow, okay?” she offered, yet again thinking better of her initial dismissal. She needed to take care of her man, no matter how much she had to do and how tired she was. He deserved better than this. “It will be just you and me. Can we do that?”
“Sure,” he said in a clipped tone. He didn’t sound sincere, happy or relieved. It sounded just what it more than likely was; a response simply to not be rude and have her offer go unanswered.
“Well…okay. If you need anything, give me a call.”
“I do need something, and I already called you and told you.” His voice was cold, sent chills up her spine. Yet still, he turned her on. Her checks flushed with heat. She was now a B.W.B. - Black Woman Blushing…
“Xzion.” She sighed. “Please don’t act like —”
She was cut off mid-sentence as the door swung open and two officers, sweating and grunting, hauled boxes inside of her cubby of a space.
“Khrome!” one strained, only his arms visible. “Where ya want it?!”
“Xzion, baby, I gotta —”
“…Go. I know. Hug yourself for me.” And he disconnected the call. Jayme swallowed and looked at the phone, confusion spreading inside of her.
“Uh, Danny, you can set those right over there in the corner, love.” She grinned. For the next few moments, she sat at her desk while the men disappeared and reappeared with more of the same. Work was keeping her away from her man, and he was just as busy as she, as of late. With Xzion’s new assignment that he wasn’t giving too many details on, much to her dismay, they were losing their tight connection. Something had to be done about it. Besides Zachary and her brother Jayson, he was the most important person in her life.
I’ll make this right, baby. I promise…
*** *
Xzion stood shirtless by his front door. One bare foot propped over the other, he leaned out the doorway, inhaling the fresh morning air. More snow was coming, and he was looking forward to it. He jammed his thumb into a loop of his dark blue, loose fit jeans, sniffed as if he were catching a cold, and turned towards Zachary who loitered in the background. The young child grasped a large white rubber ball and walked bowlegged from one end of the foyer to the other.
Zachary had started hobbling at six months of age and walking well by eight.
The first time he’d complained of not receiving enough intimate affection, she had been running a two week shift due to a prolific band of thieves terrorizing the neighborhood. The little free time she did have, she spent with Zachary. Xzion had no complaints about that, but he sure did as it pertained to their sex life. Initially, she shrugged it off, knowing she’d make it up to him. She was in just as much need as he was — but seemed to have better control over the matter. Now, here it was happening again and something dark tinged his voice and eyes when he was in her presence.
Initially, she thought it could be because of this mess he was dealing with concerning Zarkstorm and the recent murders in the alleyway… Yes, the alleyway, another matter she had to deal with. However, even though the streets were currently quiet, he was not. His sleeping pattern had changed; he would sigh and gasp as if having nightmares. He explained to her he wasn’t having nightmares at all, that it wasn’t the cause for his distress. He’d told her many times before, with a smile on his face, that he was addicted to her, and he seemed to grow angry when she didn’t believe him — when she acted as though she thought he was telling a simple joke. He wasn’t though, and she realized he was telling the truth…
“Look baby, I will take off tomorrow, okay?” she offered, yet again thinking better of her initial dismissal. She needed to take care of her man, no matter how much she had to do and how tired she was. He deserved better than this. “It will be just you and me. Can we do that?”
“Sure,” he said in a clipped tone. He didn’t sound sincere, happy or relieved. It sounded just what it more than likely was; a response simply to not be rude and have her offer go unanswered.
“Well…okay. If you need anything, give me a call.”
“I do need something, and I already called you and told you.” His voice was cold, sent chills up her spine. Yet still, he turned her on. Her checks flushed with heat. She was now a B.W.B. - Black Woman Blushing…
“Xzion.” She sighed. “Please don’t act like —”
She was cut off mid-sentence as the door swung open and two officers, sweating and grunting, hauled boxes inside of her cubby of a space.
“Khrome!” one strained, only his arms visible. “Where ya want it?!”
“Xzion, baby, I gotta —”
“…Go. I know. Hug yourself for me.” And he disconnected the call. Jayme swallowed and looked at the phone, confusion spreading inside of her.
“Uh, Danny, you can set those right over there in the corner, love.” She grinned. For the next few moments, she sat at her desk while the men disappeared and reappeared with more of the same. Work was keeping her away from her man, and he was just as busy as she, as of late. With Xzion’s new assignment that he wasn’t giving too many details on, much to her dismay, they were losing their tight connection. Something had to be done about it. Besides Zachary and her brother Jayson, he was the most important person in her life.
I’ll make this right, baby. I promise…
*** *
Xzion stood shirtless by his front door. One bare foot propped over the other, he leaned out the doorway, inhaling the fresh morning air. More snow was coming, and he was looking forward to it. He jammed his thumb into a loop of his dark blue, loose fit jeans, sniffed as if he were catching a cold, and turned towards Zachary who loitered in the background. The young child grasped a large white rubber ball and walked bowlegged from one end of the foyer to the other.
Zachary had started hobbling at six months of age and walking well by eight.
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