He tasted the salt of her tears as she tasted his. Involuntarily, her hands reached up to hold his upon her face. Holding her cheeks, he felt the tears that dripped down his hands. He only broke the kiss for a moment to repeat what he had finally said aloud. "I love you, Ali." He whispered, giving her a peck kiss. "I really do." He kissed her again. "I always have." He said as he shook his head and kissed her again. "I know you love me too." His hands moved to her hair before she slithered out of his grip.
"No, no. We can't….we can't do this." She wiped away her tears and stepped away from him, looking down to the floor as she shook her head. "You….you sit there and I'll sit here." She led him to the chair across from the sofa, forcing him to sit down on it before she made her way to the couch, sitting on it herself. "We can't rationalize everything with sex, FP."
"This isn't about sex." He said as he finally wiped away his own tears. "This is about my heart. Our souls."
"It isn't." She tried to deny.
"It is." He put a hand on the back of his neck as he looked down. "Alice, I know you're scared. I'm scared too."
Alice scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "Scared of what?"
"The truth." FP looked back at her across from him.
"And the truth is?"
"That we gave up too soon. And we were the cause of our own pain back then." He knew he was right the moment Alice averted her eyes from his. "The truth that no matter how much time went by...neither of us received our hearts again. I've been holding yours for twenty years and you've been holding mine. I know I'm not alone in this. I see it in your eyes. I see it in your body when you're near me. Your whole attitude changes when I'm there." He watched her continue to avoid eye contact with him entirely as he resumed. "I've seen you with those Northside broads. You turn to full body eye rolls and rely on sarcastic, snarky insults as a method to cope with what you're feeling inside."
"And what am I feeling inside?" She asked with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Empty." FP received a look that could kill from the woman across from him, but he refused to let up. "I've felt that way ever since the moment you walked out on me." He looked away for a moment, but his eyes fell back to hers. "I don't blame you for leaving. I don't. But what I do blame you for is for trying to pretend like our relationship didn't mean anything to you. That it still doesn't. You and I don't have to be empty. We can be whole. Our emptiness has stemmed from the fact that neither of us have had our hearts since the day we met. And when you left...you left with mine, leaving yours behind. So we've never felt complete. And the only times we do is when we're together. Because we're finally closer to our own hearts. And I'm not gonna lie….I don't want mine back." It grew silent as he awaited her response. "So, no….This isn't about sex, Alice. This is about our completion."
"Maybe." She slightly shrugged one shoulder. "But that still doesn't negate the fact that you're still married and sleeping together is still a sin."
"Fine then…" He leaned back in the chair, feeling the cushion of it behind him. "We don't have to sleep together. Until the divorce anyway….." He rubbed his chin, feeling the need to shave, but ignoring the urge. "It's gonna be hard as hell, but I can be good at keeping my hands off of you." FP's eyes lingered for a moment and he looked her up and down with a playful smile.
She tried to seem annoyed, but soon, a tickled grin grew upon her face. "Well...if you can do it...then I can do it." She challenged.
"Oh yeah?" He wondered, sitting in a more relaxed position. "You sure about that?"
"Oh, I'm more than sure….In fact...I think you'd cave way before I would." She tapped her forefinger on her own bicep as her arms were still folded over her chest.
"Oh, no." He chuckled. "You would definitely cave first."
"What makes you say that?" Alice wondered with a raised eyebrow and a curled lip.
"The way you're looking at me right now." He hissed with a laugh.
Alice squinted at him as her smile faded and she thought of a way to prove him wrong. Her eyes scaled the room before she smirked to herself and slowly uncrossed her arms. "You really think that I would cave before you?" She adjusted herself on the couch, scooting forward a bit so her buttocks was just barely on the edge of the sofa. FP nodded as he watched her hands seductively move up to reach the buttons on her shirt. Slowly undoing each one, she studied his face as his eyes fell to her hands. "Are you...positive….FP Jones?" Her voice dropped to a low sultry one as she made the process increasingly painful for him. Unfastening each button with care and leisure, ever so slowly exposing her cleavage.
Forsythe the Second shook his head, attempting to snap out of his daze as his imagination ran wild, watching her every move. He cleared his throat before crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back comfortably in the chair. He shrugged his shoulders with a tilt of his head. "Not gonna work."
"I'm sorry, FP." She noticed that he looked away from her when she made it to the very last button and she slowly slid the blouse down her shoulders. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" She asked with a grin.
"No. Not at all." He lied, letting his eyes look to her once and he took in a deep breath when he saw her in her bra. "Okay...you wanna play?" He quickly unbuttoned his flannel, took it off, and pulled his white t-shirt over his head, leaving him topless in the chair across from her.
Alice looked down at his chiseled chest and she teasingly shrugged. "Eh….Not doing much for me." She joked to irritate him.
"Oh yeah?" He asked, standing up across from her. "What about this?" He undid his belt and slid it off with anger, knowing his bad boy aggression would get her old teenage persona's attention and it did. When he pulled off his belt, he pulled it together in his hands, receiving that loud snap that he hoped for and Alice quickly swallowed as she looked up at him.
With a difficult inhale, Alice cleared her throat, pretending not to be bothered although it slightly aroused her and she briefly closed her eyes before sending him a glare. "S & M never worked on me." She lied, fighting the urge to bite her bottom lip.
"Well…" FP said, sitting down again as if it were no problem. "You sitting there in your bra isn't gonna get me to break either so I guess we're just stuck here.
"Oh, no." She laughed as if he were being too cute for her. "I never said I was done."
"Oh yeah? You've got some big idea that'll make me just HAVE to have you?" He asked with a chuckle.
Alice adorably, but deviously, shrugged one of her shoulders as her eyes blinked while it moved. "I think I've got a pretty good one." She said, sitting there in her white laced bra as she wickedly smiled at him from across the room.
"And what's that?" FP asked, keeping his eyes up as best as he could.
"I'd rather not say." She spoke slowly, but enticingly as she placed her right pointer and middle fingers casually into her own mouth, maintaining eye contact with him in the process. She licked the whole of her fingers before slowly sliding them out of her mouth.
"Not...Not working." FP shook his head, feeling his body grow warm.
The moment her fingers exited her mouth, she squinted at him and slightly shook her head. "I'm still not done yet." A smile, almost evil in its ways, gradually appeared over her mouth as he nervously stared at her lips. Afraid to know what she was planning, FP carefully watched her, now wet, fingers slide down her bare collar bone, making their way down her cleavage and eventually to the waistband of Alice's own skirt.
"That's not fair." He finally admitted, almost forfeiting in that moment.
"Come on now, Jones." She sensually whipped her hair out of her face with a shake of her head, keeping her hand at the top of her skirt. "Don't give up so soon." She tilted her head to the side, letting her golden hair hover over her bare shoulder in a way that caused FP's body temperature to rise as well as something else. He continued to watch her hand as it slid under her skirt and panties to touch herself in front of him.
FP was sure this should disqualify her, but instead of complaining about it since he was speechless, he decided to watch and see how far she would go before she gave upon him...Or how long he could go without finally breaking. His eyes fell to different areas of her body as she pleasured herself and he bit one of his own finger nails with difficulty and anticipation. He watched her face as her eyes closed and her head fell back slightly, letting out a soft hum of satisfaction. His eyes moved again to see her legs slightly opening and closing in front of him and he knew that soon, he was going to cave.
Alice could feel his eyes on her and it aroused her even more, waiting for him to come to her, though he was lasting longer than she'd expected he could. She needed him for her release, but she didn't want to ask him. She opened her lustful eyes and stared into his desirable ones. She quickened her motions, causing her to moan, hoping it would kill him even more and urge him to go to her. She could see him fully grown across from her and she felt more than impressed by his endurance and ability to contain himself. Finally, she realized how much she needed him in many different ways and she whispered his name, calling for him to help her. "FP." She barely choked out, feeling her walls begin to close around her own fingers. "Fuck!" She moaned and FP removed his jeans, finally joining her on the couch.
A/N: Hey, readers. I know this chapter got realllyy steamy and quite raunchy, even for me. I'm not usually one to write such intense smut, but it's for my favorite friends! Shoutout to all the Dumbasses in my Twitter group chat! I love y'all and I hope you appreciate me doing this and writing this type of stuff for you. Haha I also hope you guys liked FP's heart to heart before things got out of hand in this one. Lol Let me know in the comments, please! I really crave the reviews! A new chapter should be up in a few days! I love you all! MWAH!