The Detective, The Writer, His Ex, and Their Darling Daughter
by mldrgrl Rating: NC-17 Summary: Continuing in the adventures of Hank and Stella, the unlikely duo spend a weekend in Connecticut…at Karen’s. Note: This will probably not make much sense without reading the rest of the stories in the series. I will add the links to each part at the end of this story.
July was probably the worst time to come to New York, but it fit into both of their schedules. Heat, humidity, summer tourists. All things both Stella and Hank would have rather avoided. They landed at JFK at 8pm EST and waited in the sweltering taxi stand for over half an hour amongst throngs of tired and impatient travelers for a ride into the city. All Stella wanted by the time they arrived at Hank’s loft, was a cool shower and a soft bed.
Stella knew that Hank was tired as well by the simple fact that he made no attempt to invade her shower. She left her hair wet, knowing it would be wild and untamed in the morning, but all she’d wanted was to get the stink of jet fuel and sweat off of her before she headed to bed. Hank had already crashed, sprawled on the bed in his underwear with the sheets kicked away. She slipped on a pair of panties and a loose, cropped camisole and joined him, falling quickly asleep to the metronomic click of the ceiling fan.
Because I didn’t want to lose that completely - You. And it fucked me up for a long time because I would wake up and I’d smell you and I’d think you were there. And that would - my heart would break all over again.
“I wasn’t looking for it. I wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.”