When Emma came down for breakfast that morning, her head was pounding and her stomach was clenched. It felt like she was hungover, but the only alcohol that had graced her lips last night had been the beer she had only half drunk with Fp earlier on in her shift.
Emma knew exactly why she was feeling the same she was. To her it was pretty damn obvious. And each day it was becoming more of a struggle to keep it all together. But she had no choice. It was how it was right now.
Coming through into the kitchen, Fred had just finished buttoning up his shirt and was now picking up a black tie off the counter top, "Morning," he greeted her, as she went over to the kettle to make herself some coffee, "what time did you get back last night?"
"Around 12:30." Emma answered him, getting out a mug for her drink.
"How did things go?" Fred asked interestedly.
"Fine." She kept her answers short and sweet, not really wanting to say too much since her head was all over the place.
Picking up on her emotionless tone, Fred decided to go back to getting ready and went to put his tie on, whilst Emma continued to make her coffee, the two of them falling into a silence once agan.
When Emma realised that Fred was struggling with his tie from beside her, she quickly came over to him and offered her help, "Here let me." She offered.
Fred stepped back and dropped his hands, allowing Emma to finish tying his tie, having tied many times of John's over the years for business meetings, Emma knew how to do it a lot better than Fred who's usual attire was jeans and a plaid shirt.
"There." Emma flattended it down, before patting it lightly and flashing him a small smile.
"Thanks," He returned the gesture, as she went back to her coffee, "are you going to be alright today?"
"Sure. I'm just going to continue with some admin," She informed him, as she poured the boiled water into her cup, "anything else that needs doing?"
"Not at the moment, no," Fred assured her, before he found himself asking, "if I see your sister, do you want me to let her know you're alright?"
"If you want." Emma replied, knowing she was already planning on texting Alice or Betty later to check in, but if Fred could do it for her then that would be more than helpful.
Not being able to stand anymore of her coldness that morning, Fred turned to her and said to her, "What's going on? You know you can talk to me."
She slowly turned her head round to him and sighed, "I'm fine. Just a sore head."
"Is it really just a sore head?" He raised his brows up at her.
Damn Fred for knowing her too well already.
"Fine," Emma breathed again, giving into him, so he would get off her back, "it's to do with Alice as well. This tension isn't nice. And yes, the guy I saw last night, things are complicated still."
She lowered her head as the feelings hit her head, as Fred asked her more, "Complicated as in?"
"As in I don't know if he's right for me or even if I should go there," Emma explained to him, picking up her freshly made coffee now, "maybe I should just look up flights and get the hell out of here."
"Oh c'mon! You have people here who care about you. Like me and your sister," He pointed out to her, "things might be hard right now, but they're not always going to be. You have a home here. Out there you'll be all alone."
"Maybe that's what I need." She shrugged.
"Or maybe you just want to escape this all and not face the reality," Fred expressed, as Emma lowered her head, thinking that was more than likely, "look, I don't know what went on between you and John, or what really happened with you and Alice or this guy you've met, but I know from experience that no matter how far you run things always catch up to you."
Before Emma could explain how she really felt further, Archie, Fred's son, came on down from upstairs and wondered on through to join them in the kitchen, also dressed in a suit, looking just as smart as his father.
"Are you ready to go, Dad?" He asked, before he noticed a somewhat tension in the room.
Archie wasn't aware they had been talking about something serious until now and he felt uncomfortable for intruding the way he did. But he was still trying to get use to having Emma here, a stranger to the two of them, but a woman his father had grown to care for.
"Uh, yeah. Go wait in the car." Fred chucked Archie's his keys, before the teenager caught them in his hands.
"Are you not coming with us, Emma?" Archie asked the woman.
"Uh, no. I've got work to do." Emma answered him with a light smile.
Archie nodded back at her, before he turned around and began to head to the front door, to go wait for his Dad in the car like he had told him to do so.
"Are you sure you're going to be ok here?" Fred asked her again, knowing he had to go now.
"I'll be fine. If there's any problems, I'll call you," Emma explained to him, as she took a sip from her coffee, "you should get going."
He nodded back at her, before grabbing his suit jacket from the counter top stool and tucking it under his arm, "I'll see you later then."
"Good luck." Emma called, as Fred went to follow his son out of the door and to the funeral.
It was the funeral of Jason Blossom. The kid who had got murdered and Emma's sister just loved to report on. This was also the same kid who had gotten her neice pregnant and caused Hal to send Polly away as if she was some insane person. But Emma knew different to that.
Fred had invited her to come with him and Archie to the funeral, but Emma out of respect thought she better not show her face at someone's funeral, when she didn't even know them and it would just look odd.
Instead she was staying at Fred's for the day, working like usual and possibly looking at new potential places to live once she was done in this town. She also had her next shift that night with Fp and unlike last night where she had been so excited, Emma was dreading more than anything.
And that feeling didn't disapear when she got out of the taxi and made her way toward's the Whyt Worm. This place was becoming like her second home the amount of times she was there, and because she had visited so much, the people outside who had once watched her, now ignored her whenever she walked by.
She made her way inside the bar, walking over to where Toni and another boy, similiar to her age, stood behind it, managing the bar like they she always seemed to. Instead of greeting the girl like they were friends, Emma shoved her jacket and purse under the bar, avoiding all social interaction as she went to get started.
Rolling up the sleeves on her sweater, Emma went back out of the bar side and went to go collect and tidy up tables, clearly a lot of the members of the bar had already welcomed themselves to drinking that night.
As she filled up a tray of glasses, Emma came back over to the bar and went to dispose of them in the dirty box, when Toni, who Emma had been trying to avoid, called her name and greeted her.
"Hey, Emma." She waved slightly at the girl.
"Hi." Emma bluntly responded, before going back to work.
"What's her problem?" Emma heard Toni mutter under her breathe, which if Emma could have been bothered, she would have reacted to, but she really wasn't in the mood to pick a fight with anyone.
She just wanted to get her job done and be gone for the night.
"Who is she anyway?" The boy beside Toni asked.
"I don't know," Toni answered the boy honestly, as Emma went to go collect more glasses, "Fp's hiring her for the week, but she's been here before."
"I know I've seen her here . All the guys keep asking what Fp is doing with her." The boy said.
"Beats me. Fp doesn't have many female friends." Toni added.
"I'm sure we both know what's going on between them," The boy theoried, as he watched Emma work, "maybe Fp's forgetting about his wife and getting laid instead."
Toni looked up at the boy and dramatically rolled her eyes at his remarks, before she shoved him, "Get out of here!"
The boy smirked back at her, before walking out of the bar and heading straight toward's Emma, who hadn't noticed him approaching her at first, until she turned around with a tray full of glasses and jumped back in surprise.
"Hello there." He greeted her.
"Um, hi." Emma gave him a weird look, wondering why he was bothering with her.
"I'm sweetpea." He held out his hand to her.
"Emma." She looked back at him, not willingly shaking his hand back espically with a name like that.
What was it with the men around here?
"So Toni tells me you're working at the bar this week, huh?" Sweetpea asked her, taking back his hand.
"Uh, yeah," Emma slowly nodded back at him, "just this week."
"That's a shame. You know, I'd love for you to stay around longer." The boy tried to work his charm on her.
She gave him another weird look, a little uncomfortable with how forward this guy was being towards her. Emma felt the same sort of feelings she used to get around John whenever he tried to charm his way back into her good books. It made her feel so uneasy that men thought it was ok to make women feel like this.
"Sorry, Sweetpea," Emma found herself saying, a stern look on her face, "but I'm not interested."
"Oh why not?" He folded his arms, a charming look still on his face like he wasn't going to back down just yet.
"How old even are you?" She asked him with an amused expression.
"Old enough." Sweetpea shrugged.
"Right," Emma shook her head in disbelief, before moving past him, "I think I'm too old for you."
He went to catch up with her but when he saw his boss coming towards him, looking pissed off and disaproving, Sweetpea pulled himself back with a small sigh, as he watched Emma walk back to the bar, Toni from behind it also shaking her head in amusement.
Following Emma over to the bar after shooing off Sweetpea, Fp stood opposite where Emma was putting away the dirty glasses. She ignored his gaze on her, not really sure how she felt right now about their whole situation. It was so messed up and she didn't know where her head was at.
"Everything ok?" Fp asked her in a dry tone, knowing he hadn't spoken to since last night and what happened between them.
"Fine." She answered bluntly.
He frowned back at her attitude, before leaning against the bar and sighing, knowing exactly why she was being so cold to him that night, "Emma..listen.."
"I can't, Fp," Emma slowly looked up at him, as she brought her serving tray up to the surface and held it in her hands, "I've got work to do."
Heading towards the end of the bar Toni was serving drinks at, Emma went behind her and exited the bar from that side, rather than going the side closer to Fp, where he would just probably follow her or try to stop her so they could talk.
But she didn't want to talk right now.
She was still in two minds about her feelings.
This man made her feel more alive than any man had ever made her feel. He was so kind and gentle with her. But definitely knew how to have a good time too. Fp was so mysterious and alluring that Emma just always left wanting more and more of him.
But there was the new found information that he was a member of the South Side Serpents. A gang from the South Side of Riverdale. They were known for commiting crimes like drug dealings and theft. Emma knew of them from being from the South Side herself. But she never got involved in that world.
Emma couldn't quite believe that she had got herself with the wrong man again. She really hated how easy it was for her to attract the ones who were involved with the law and were bad news. But she also couldn't shake off Fp like he was some crinimal.
She wanted to get to know him better, see what his real job was in the Serpents and if he was as dangerous as the stories were. Emma knew from the day she realised Jones was Fp, the guy who had been hired by the Lodge's to cause chaos at the drive in land, so the Lodge's could buy it and use it for their own good.
She knew that day that her Jones who she had become so interested in, wasn't a 100% the man she once hoped he would be and was in fact Fp, the man willing to cause trouble to earn himself a hefty sum the dirty way from a fraudster.
That was her first warning side. But Emma being Emma and not wanting her experience with the Lodge's to put her off for life, trusted her own gut to go forward, make things up with him and find out who the real Fp was.
Aside from being in the South Side gang, there was also the fact that Fp had a teenage son and this also meant the age gap they discussed when things had been good between them, was more apparent than she once had imagined.
If he had a son, then his son clearly had a mother, and where the hell was she?
Had Emma become a mistress?
She really hoped not. Emma didn't want to be a homewrecker.
This was all so messed up. She didn't know what to do. Emma just wished her time at the bar would go fast so she could get out of there. But Emma knew the more time she did spendd with Fp, the more chance she would have of growing deeper and deeper into his world.
Not liking how Emma was being around him, Fp followed her over to a table and noticed the coldness still radiating off her as he got closer to her. Again she avoided all eye contact with him, as she cleared and cleaned a table up ready for the next round of customers.
"If anyone should be a hold a grudge, it should be me," He found himself saying, causing her to snap her head up in confusion, not understanding what he meant, as he went on to say, "you have a boyfriend."
Emma frowned back at him, thinking he was crazy right now, "What ever gave you that impression?"
"The person calling you late last night," Fp explained to her, causing her to sigh and lower her head, being reminded again of what went on late last night between them, "can't imagine it was your Mom calling."
"No Mom," She corrected him, as he averted his eyes slightly awkwardly, "or boyfriend."
Fp turned to look back up at her, as Emma finished picking up the glasses, thinking this really had to stop between them. This constant up and down. One minute they were interrogating each other and getting jealous. The next they were flirting and kissing. Then it was back to them both being assertive with each other.
Was this how it was going to be?
How could they even be anything if there was no trust?
"Get your facts straight, Fp," Emma spat at him, as she went to walk away, "before you go accusing a girl for the third time."
Walking past him with strength in her stride, Emma kept her gaze forward and went back to the bar, to repeat the same steps as before, as Fp turned back to look at her, walking away from him, this hurt and pity coming over all at once to think how easy things had once been between them before all of this.
Now it was like he was paying for causing her so much trouble before.
Emma was thankful when the clock struck midnight and she was free to go back to the comfort of Fred's house. She threw on her jacket and grabbed her purse, as she went to walk towards the exit of the bar, as the rest of her co-workers shut down for the night.
She was inches away from stepping onto some steps that lead to the door way, ready to walk out and go wait for the taxi she had arranged to come pick her up, when she heard a famaliar voice calling her name from behind.
If this had been any other night, Emma would have allowed herself to turn around and be whisked off in the world of Fp Jones and all his mystery. But Emma was tired and emotionally drained from everything lately that she didn't want to go round in circles anymore with the man.
They had been avoiding each other for the rest of her shift, after she had said her piece earlier, Fp had backed off, but occasionally watched her from his spot at the top of the bar on the balcony with the rest of his friends, Emma not wanting to give him the saticfaction anymore, kept her head down and focused on her work.
"What, Fp?" She kept walking and her back to him as she approached the doors.
Still keeping herself focused on her main aim of going home and away from him.
Fp caught up with her, not wanting her to just go like this, he had to talk with her first, because the tension between the two of them was killing him more than he could admit to himself.
"Where are you running off to?" He questioned her.
"It's the end of my shift," Emma slightly turned back to him, her hand resting on the handle of the door, wanting to just leave, "Toni told me I could go."
"But did I?" Fp raised his brows up at her.
"Oh c'mon," She grumbled, not wanting to play these games anymore, "I'm tired. I've done what you asked."
He shook his head, as he went to say, "What's with the attitude today, huh?"
Emma pretended to play dumb, as she shrugged back at him innocently, knowing fully well she had been cold with him on purpose, to teach him a lesson that she wasn't going to be messed around.
"C'mon, tell me." He said in a softer tone than before.
She looked back at him properly this time, seeing an actual caring and concerened look on his face, the type of look that would always win her over and make her feel like she was growing more and more attached to this man.
"I can't.." Emma found herself saying, lowering her head to the ground slightly.
She didn't want to have to admit to him how she truly felt about him. Emma knew he probably didn't feel this intense for her when things between them had always been a no strings attched relationship. He would just see her as being a silly little girl.
"Why not?" Fp asked her, as he then added, "you think I'm scared?"
"No, not at all," She quickly shook her head, knowing a member of the South Side Serpents was probably not scared of anything, "..but you should be worried."
Emma could have kicked herself right there and then. She wanted the ground to swallow her up and transport her back to the comfort of her bed at the Andrew's home. She had really dropped herself in it this time.
"Why's that?" He frowned back at her.
"Because.." She breathed, the nerves hitting her stomach hard, causing her unable to say more out of purse shyness.
Emma's greeny blue eyes fixed onto his dark brown ones, that were also staring back at her, the two of them stood there by the door of the Worm, so focused on the other, that they complately forgot about their surondings.
The tension began to rise fast in the room. A tension that had once been full of bitterness was replaced with one of the sexual kind. The chemistry they had pushed to their back of their minds, to keep their grudges up, had soon come back to the four front and they were both finding it hard to fight it off.
"Emma.." Fp found himself saying in a quiet and husky tone, like he always did whenever this happened and he knew exactly what it would do to her.
But Emma couldn't take this. She couldn't let herself run away with this man again.
"I can't do this!" Emma exclaimed, before she quickly rushed out of the bar and outside, her breathing erratic as her movements matched that.
She couldn't let herself fall. Emma couldn't let Fp Jones be the man she fell for. The last man she had fell for had turned out to be a complete monster and had broken her in so many ways. She had only just started to rebuild herself and Fp was putting that at a huge risk right now.
Upon seeing Emma leave in such a state, Fp quickly came out after her, seeing her hurrying across the parking lot, scrambling to find her cell phone inside her purse, as he stood by the door, confused as to what the hell was going on.
He thought he knew Emma now. She had given him more the past couple of days than she had when they had first met. But now seeing her like this, Fp thought he hadn't had any idea as to who this girl was.
"What are you running from?" Fp called across to her, as rain started to fall from the sky in light drops.
Suddenly Emma stopped in her tracks after hearing him call out to her. She felt her trembling hands come out of her purse and slowly come down to her sides, as she felt her legs go weak and a heavy feeling come to the top of her chest.
He watched from the entrance, as the rain began to come down harder now, thankful he had gotten her attention, but Fp wasn't prepared for what came next. The girl a few yards away, dropped to her knee's on the groud of the parking lot, an uncontrollable loud sob escaped her lips.
Looking up at the rain, Fp quickly hurried across the parking lot and went straight over to a broken down Emma. She timidly looked up at between her sobs, as he crouched down in front of her and laid his hands on her shoulders.
He knew he couldn't leave her like this, all by herself to have to deal with what was making her so upset that night. Fp had never seen her like this before and he didn't know how to handle it, but he knew he had to be there for her no matter what.
Carefully he helped her onto her feet, grateful when she didn't push him away and kept a hold on him, as he wrapped his arm around her and walked them back into the Whyt Worm, but taking the back entrance this time so no one would notice her.
Fp lead them on through to the back of the bar, the same room they had come in when they had slept together those times, but neither of them cared about that right now, when there was a soaked broken woman crying her heart out.
"Hey, shh," He tried to soothe her, as they closed up the door, keeping a hold of Emma, as he motioned over to the couch, "sit down. Take your jacket off."
Emma slowly took a seat down on the couch, but decided to keep her jacket on, the damp from the rain making her feel chilly, as she put her head in her hands and continued to silently cry to herself.
Fp went over to the miny fridge in the corner of the room and grabbed the two of them a beer each , before he came over and propped himself against the desk in front of the couch, looking back at her as he handed her a now opened beer.
Emma quickly took it from him and took a large swig, avoiding all eye contact with him, feeling humilated right now for breaking down on him, outside the bar she worked at, in the pouring down rain like some pathetic mess.
"Look," Fp caught her attention after a few moments of silence fell between them, as Emma continued to try pull herself together and clear up the tears from her face, "I know we don't really known each other and I'm no good at this feelings crap, but you can talk to me as your boss or friend, whatever you want.."
Emma shyly looked back at him, shaking her head, as she fought off another sob, "I couldn't.." She replied shakily.
"Why?" He frowned back at her, a little annoyed she was still finding it hard to open up to him, when he had just helped her and thought he had proven to her that he did care, "because we slept together and both got messed up in the Lodge's shit?"
"No. Because.." She shook her head once again, before Emma paused nervously, "..if I talk to you, then I risk everything."
"Liike what?" Fp wasn't so sure he got what she was going on about.
Maybe he was right. He had no idea about her. There was something big going on here and he was kind of worried to learn what he was dealing with when it came to this girl.
Emma shamefully glanced down at her lap, wondering how much she could share right now about her past. If she let this man in about what went on with John, then she was taking a huge risk. A huge risk that could back fire on her.
Fp could think she was being niave to think he was even interested in her taking it to the next level between them, that their no strings attachd relationship from before, could actually be one that involved feelings.
There was also the South Side Serpents hanging on her mind, Fp's son and possible marriage status, as well as what Alice would think of him and if she could trust a man like him ever again after John.
"Emma, I'm not perfect," Fp explained to her, wanting her to just be honest now, "you don't have to hide whatever is troubling you from me. You think I'm going to tell people in this town? Hell no!"
She sighed, knowing he was right, before she took a deep breathe and admitted to him nervously, "I'm scared to be around you, Fp."
A confused expression quickly fell on his face, as he blinked back at her, a little offended by her confession, but Fp knew there was more to it than that.
"Why?" He asked her, a horrible feeling filling hit gut, "what have I done?"
"Because...I don't know, you just," Emma rambled over her words, as she had to keep stopping to find the right ones to say and push through her unease, "you're a serpent."
Fp lowered his head in shame, knowing it was probably going to be that, "I thought you knew that already from Hiram."
"No," She shook her head, "of course not. I hardly knew anything about this job, other than what it is was for, what I had to do and when by."
"Is it a problem if I am?" He asked her, a nervous tone now in his voice.
Emma stared back at him, thinking hard about this, her head telling her that it was a problem. A big problem. Getting involved with a guy like him was bad news. But Emma couldn't bare to let it ruin something that could be great if she just allowed herself to fall.
So she shrugged, before saying, "I've been with people like you...bad people..."
"You think I'm a bad person?" Fp was growing more offended by this conversation, but he was use to being constantly judged by people from where he came from.
It just stung more that it came from Emma. A girl who he was kind of crazy for.
"I don't know.." Emma said guitly, she felt awful for saying all this, "as we have both said, we don't really know each other."
"No we don't." He said harshly, before he took a long swig from his own beer.
She sighed, hating how hard this was, "I shouldn't have come back here."
"Then why did you?" Fp spat.
"Because...I had to know.." Emma looked back at him, feeling herself scared now to lose him for good, even though it was probably best, "I had to know if there was something."
He stared back at her, pretending to act puzzled as to what she meant by that, but Fp deep down knew exactly what she was referring to. And it scared him. Fp hadn't felt this way about anyone in such a long time.
And because it was the girl who he least expected to fall for, it brought up feelings he had been trying to push to the side, but now seeing her here looking vunerable and being so honest with him, Fp knew he couldn't let whatever was holding him back in life, stop him this time.
"And is there?" He asked after some time.
Fp wouldn't let Emma know how he truly felt until she came to him. He was a typical guy who struggled to show feeling, but around Emma, she made it so easy for him to just say it how it was and show his affection for the girl.
Emma was the one lost for words now. She didn't know what to say because she wasn't entirely sure herself when things were still so complicated for her. Emma didn't want to let her guard down and take that risk.
But the way Fp was looking at her and how serious he sounded, Emma knew she just had to be honest. She had already proven that if she was, Fp would be the same back to her, so it was a good move.
"Honestly, I don't know. I mean, there are so many things telling me not to go there with you," She found herself explaining to him, "I promised myself I'd never go with a guy like you ever again, but I guess you can't reallly help who you fall for, right?"
Fp glanced down at the beer bottle in his hand, as Emma sighed, thinking she had already gone and made a fool out of herself, but it didn't stop her from going on, "if thing's hadn't of gone down the way they did with the money situation last week, then maybe, just maybe we'd still be having sex and none of this would be happening right now."
"And do you still want to keep having sex?" He asked her, his tone less harsh.
Emma looked back at him, a fuzzy feeling coming over her as she felt her heart begin to race, "I..I don't know, maybe, I guess.."
Fp couldn't help but smirk, finding it flattering how much of an affect he had over her and remember how good the sex had been between them, now she was being honest, he felt he could too, "What I really mean to say is should we still be having casual sex if there's something between us?"
"So it's not just me who feel's this way, huh?" She asked him, a grin daring to break out.
He couldn't help but chuckle lightly at her remark, before he came to sit back down beside her on the couch. Emma looked back at him as Fp turned to look at her properly. The atmosphere that once had been tense and awkward, was now back to the usual one of sexual tension and chemisty that was bouncing off the walls.
"Fp.." Emma tried to say, her voice so quiet and soft, as she stared back at him, her eyes like his own flickering between her eyes and lips.
Fp slowly leaned closer to her, his hand coming under her chin to cup it gently, before he pulled her into him and pressed his lips onto her. Emma found herself falling into the kiss, her hands coming to wrap around his neck, bringing him further into her as they both deepened the kiss.
This was exactly the type of thing they had been both trying to prevent from happening, but they couldn't argue with fate that kept bringing them together like this, it was clearly a sign and they couldn't be apart without something like this happening.
As things began to heat up between the two, Emma found herself being pulled onto Fp's lap, where he cupped her ass and she tugged lightly on the ends of his hair, the two of them releasing a loud moan at how good the other felt.
Fp detatched his lips from Emma's, before he began to kiss down her neck right to the skin on the neckline of the t-shirt she was wearing, causing her to arch her head back in pleasure, running her fingers through his hair.
Once he finished, Emma brought his head back up to meet with her own, where their forehead's rested against one another, both of their breathing heavy, as they closed their eyes and shared one long peck on the lips.
"I really need to close up," He told her after a few moments had passsed, as they both gave each other some space, but Emma stayed on his lap and the two holding each other, "I'm sorry."
"It's ok." Emma assured him, before slipping off him and standing up properly.
Fp came to his feet also, as Emma smoothed down her hair and composed herself after that near sexual encounter with the man. He looked back at her, a nervous feeling coming over him, not really sure what happened now. Fp hadn't felt like this in a long time nor was he good at handling this.
"I guess, I, um, I could give you a ride home?" He offered with a light scratch to the back of the neck.
Emma thought for a moment, her mind screaming at her that it was a bad idea and very risky, but her heart was telling her yes, so she could spend more time with him and wouldn't have to get a taxi back on her own.
"That would be great." She accepted it, before following him over to the door to go back through into the bar.
Fp told Emma to go wait up the bar, whilst he closed up the front of the bar, since everyone had gone home now and they were the only two around. As he had finished locking up the front door, he came round and towards her, seeing her sitting there watching him, made him quickly come back over to her.
He didn't know what had come over him that night, Emma had not only made him be honest with his feelings, but now she was also making him not be able to keep away from her, he just had to have her and all of her.
Emma frowned at him with a growing smirk on her face, as he scooped her up in his arm and sat her down on top of the bar top instead of the stool she had origanlly be sitting in. She couldn't help but laugh as Fp stood in the middle of her legs.
The two of them recaptured each others lips in another long passionate kiss that night, Fp's hand's slipping under her t-shirt onto her bare skin, whilst her hands clung to the collar on his black leather serpent jacket.
Things began to heat up between them again, both of them craving the other, not wanting this moment to stop, despite how late it was getting and that they both had homes to go back to, but they just couldn't break apart.
Neither of them however much they wanted it, wanted to have sex right now, because neither of them wanted to be disrecpectful to what they had spoken about before, they didn't want it to be just sex when there was clearly more there.
Thankfully the sound of the power cutting out caused both of them to break apart, stopping them from going any further that night, instead they looked up at the now turned off lights that had been dimly lighting the bar before, but now they were nearly plunged into darkness.
Emma laughed against Fp as he turned back round to look at her, an amused smile on his face as he pecked her lips once, "I guess we should get going." Fp said, before he helped Emma down off the bar top.
Taking her hand in his own, he lead her back through into the back of the bar and they went out the back door. Emma leant against the side of the bar wall, as Fp locked up the back door and then they both made their way to his truck.
Fp helped Emma inside the truck, making sure they shared another couple of kisses, before he closed the door up and got into the drivers side. Emma beamed in her seat, as she belted up and Fp did the same from beside her.
Both of them were on cloud nine right now.
Neither of them could have imagined they would have got to a point where they could give into what was going on between them. After what had happened that night at the drive in, neither of them thought what had been happening before with the casual sex, would there ever be anything remotely similair again.
Yet here they were, sat in his truck, on the way back to drop Emma home, after having the most honest conversation they had ever shared, which had left them in this situation where feelings could have been possible.
Both of them feeling different for how easy it was for them to fall for another person after their past relationship. It felt so right and good. It almost felt natural. Like none of it was forced and it felt like it was suppose to be this way.
Whatever it was, neither of them were complaining right now, because it just felt so good.
Instead of getting Fp to drop her off right outside Fred's house, where Fp would probably recorgnise the home from being his son's best friend's house, Emma decided to let him drop her off a couple of streets away.
At first he had assured her it wasn't a problem to drop her off right outside, but the more Emma told him it was fine, Fp could see that there was a clear obvious reason as to why she didn't want to be dropped off outside with some random guy driving her over.
He thought it was because of her family reasons or perhaps a possible connection back to Hiram. Before he would have got pissed and been suspicious, but Fp didn't want to ruin things and wanted to trust Emma again, so decided to allow it.
Fp slowly pulled his truck over to the side of the street, before he turned to Emma slowly and smiled back at her, "I guess this is it then."
"Yes." She nodded back at him, the same smile prominent on her own face.
"I'll see you tomorrow for work." He said teasingly.
"Are you serious?" Emma was a little surprised he was still making her work.
Fp nodded back at her with a smug look, "You still owe me."
"Can't I owe you in other ways?" She looked back at him daringly.
"I wish you could."
He leant back over to her and planted a gentle kiss on her lips, before pulling back and being taken by surprise, when Emma took off her seat belt and quickly climbed back onto his lap in the driver side, a naughty glint in her eyes.
Fp laid his hands down her thighs, as Emma grabbed hold of his collar again and pulled him closer, smashing their lips together and kissing him passionately, wanting him to know how much she really did want him right now.
Emma would have let him take her there and then in his truck on the road side, but the risk was high and she knew they couldn't go there no matter how much they wanted to. If they really wanted to see if these feelings were real, then they had to go about this properly.
Even if that did mean being sexually frustrated then so be it.
Because Emma believed she liked Fp.
And Fp knew he had something for Emma.
But neither of them quite knew what yet and if it was worth taking that risk once again.
Author note: Oh my god! Did you guys love this part? It's one of my favourite parts I've written for this story because there was just so much greatness between Emma and Fp. Finally they spoke about their feelings! Thank you so much for reading this story. It means so much.
Special thanks to top story and hanna277 for reviewing the last part! I hope you guys liked this one too. They finally figured it out ;)
I'd love to hear your thoughts on this one!
- Will Emma and Fp give more into those feelings?
- Will Alice and Emma make up?
Thank you so much!
Best wishes always,
guiltypleasurexo