"You need to get a quieter bed." FP chuckled as he leaned his back against the headboard before eating another piece of fruit.

Alice sat in the middle of the bed, propped up on her knees, finishing a piece of bacon. "Well, I know that now. It's been awhile since this bed has seen some action." She joked, taking one last bite.

FP never smiled at the 'joke.' He stared lovingly at her before feeling his heart flutter. "Hal is one son of a bitch."

Alice's smile faded. "Oh, come on now. Stop it, FP. Let it go."

Jones sat up, feeling his stomach jump at the sight of her in his shirt. "No! I'm not gonna let it go. That bastard had no right to say what he said."

Alice looked down at the floor beside the bed. "Mmmmaybe he did a little bit." She shrugged one shoulder.

"No." FP moved closer to her, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him. "He didn't. You are fucking gorgeous and that scares him because he knows you would have an easier time finding someone again than he ever would. That doesn't make you a whore."

"FP, you didn't hear the full conversation at Pop's, did you?" She asked him, pulling his hand down from her face, playing with his fingers in her own.

"Does it matter?" He wondered, looking down at his hand in her bare lap.

"Yes. Because you should know that he's already been sleeping with someone else. Way before the divorce was even discussed." She stared down at their intertwined fingers and watched as FP pulled his hand out of hers.

"And he thinks he has a right to call YOU a whore?" Fury lit up in his eyes. "Have YOU slept with anyone since you'd been married? ANYONE?" He asked for confirmation of her pure heart.

She shook her head like a little kid. "No."

"Wow. What an asshole." He looked up into her wet eyes, seeing them fill with tears. He grabbed the tray in front of him and set it down on the floor beside the bed. After doing so, he brought himself closer to Alice, taking her face in his hands. "Hey….you're better off without him, alright? He doesn't deserve you and you don't deserve to be treated like that."

She looked carefully into his eyes and she melted inside, grabbing ahold of his waist. "How do I deserve to be treated?"

A look of extreme intensity came across his face and she could tell that whatever he was about to say….he meant it. "Like a queen."

She didn't know what it was, but the moment he said it, she grew warm and very turned on. A small moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes. Squeezing the sides of his white t-shirt, she thought about taking it off of him, but there was a knock on the door.

Clearing her throat, she answered. "Yeah?"

"Mom, we're heading to the DMV." Betty reluctantly squealed through the closed door.

"Okay. Be safe, sweetie." Alice quickly cleared her throat. "You've got this!"

"Thanks." Betty said with a saddened tone before leaving.

It was silent in Alice's bedroom for a while as they listened to the front door close and Chic's car drove off. The soon-to-be former Mrs. Cooper looked into intense brown eyes. "Do you think she's mad at me?"

"No." FP responded. "She's more in shock than anything."

"Are you sure? Because she looked mad."

"No, she didn't."

"She didn't?"

"No." FP lied.

"Why do I feel like she looked mad?" Alice continued.

"Because...because you were further down the hallway. And you're not wearing your contacts so you couldn't see her very well. I was closer to her and to me, she just looked surprised." He gave Alice a small peck kiss on the lips.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Don't worry." He quickly kissed her again. "Trust me." He moved to kiss her on the neck, causing her eyes to involuntarily close.

"FP." She whispered, feeling the burn at her core.

"Mhm?" He asked, continued to nip at her neck and jawline.

She grabbed his head, pushing it away from her so they could look into each other's eyes again. "You really think I deserve to be treated like a queen? Or are you just saying that?"

"I'm not just saying that." Alice gave him a look of doubt. "I'm NOT!" He swore. "You ARE a queen." He began to unbutton his red flannel that she wore, opening it slightly to expose the inside curves of her breasts. Alice felt a little chill as he did so and he shuddered with anticipation at his touch, longing for him to hurry. "You're…" He kissed a different part of her body in between almost every word. "...gorgeous….like a queen." Alice's eyes fell closed and she gently moaned. "You….kick ass….like a queen. When you enter a room…..all eyes turn to you….like a queen. People are….afraid of you…." Another kiss. "In the best way….You're….strong…..You….speak your mind…..You….are….a….queen." FP gave her one last kiss on the lips before finally pushing the flannel off her shoulders, exposing her chest completely.

Alice followed by pulling his t-shirt off over his head and reaching down to unbutton his jeans. She laid back on the bed as he hovered over her and she slid his pants down to his knees. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he positioned himself at her entrance. Hearing her whimper caused him to grow harder and he entered her. "Fuuuuck!" She slowly whispered. FP took hold of her wrists and pushed them up over her head, pinning them down as he intertwined his fingers with hers.

"I fucking love you." He said as he pulled out of her and moved back in.

"Wait!" She stopped him. "What?"

"Ali." He practically whined, still inside her.

Hearing him call her that, caused her heart to jump. He only ever said her nickname when he was feeling deeply and she felt herself growing nervous. She thought they just had a late night fuck after her divorce meeting at Pop's, but now...she didn't think he was seeing it that way. "FP." She felt her eyes sting with tears.

"I never stopped."

"Never stopped what?" She pushed him off of her and sat up, afraid she already knew the answer. She put the flannel back on and pulled it tightly shut, hugging herself to cover her breasts. "FP." She sadly said, feeling her heart pound within her own chest as the silence grew more painful.

He sighed, feeling butterflies forming. "Why did you leave me, Alice? We had a good thing."

"Oh, we had a good thing?" She repeated with hostility. "You call all those fights a good thing, FP?"

"Fuck, Alice! Why do you have to be like this?"

"Oh, like what, FP? Like what?" She wondered, holding tighter to his flannel.

"Like YOU!" Once he grew soft again, he stood, pulling his jeans back on and buttoning and zipping them up. "You always do this."

"Do what?" She asked calmly from the bed.

"You sabotage something when you feel it's going well." He let out a ridiculous chortle. "Maybe that's why you stayed with Hal all these years. You two never had a good thing. So there was nothing to sabotage."

"Oh, I sabotage a good thing, FP? I do?" She hopped off the bed on the other side. "What about high school? YOU were the one who sabotaged us. Not me!"

"Alice." He attempted to interrupt.

"We were getting married, FP. We were running away to get out of here. But you went right ahead and joined the Serpents. I'M not the one who sabotaged us. YOU did!"

It instantly went silent.

"Alice…." FP began in a sad tone. "You don't understand."

"No! I DON'T understand! So, please….enlighten me!" FP did not respond. "You were always telling me how you couldn't stand your father, FP. You constantly rebelled against him. And then you went and joined the Serpents for him!? It doesn't make sense! None of it did!"

"Ali, there was a reason things went down the way they did. I just…"

"What? You just what? Wanna sit there and tell me how you've loved me for the past 20 years?" Again, there was no answer. "Get out."

"Alice-"

"GO!" She pointed to the door and refused to look at him.

FP sighed, grabbing his white t-shirt and leaving. Alice stood there, even moments after he had gone. She finally let the tears fall and she angrily ripped off his flannel before putting on one of her nighties and crawling right back into bed.