Only Angel [FP Jones x OC]

Twelve

After a fair amount of fries and shakes, most of the teens decided to call it a night. Seline, however, was not ready to back down on a night so early.

"Come on, we have school in the morning. And I'm sure you could use a good night sleep." Veronica practically pleaded to her sister as Jughead started off home.

"Ronnie, I don't know if you remember who your sister is, but I can't sleep very well." She reasoned with her sister, refusing to take in Veronica's pout, "Look, I'll drop you off at home, you cover for me for like an hour and then I'll be back."

Veronica shifted her weight from one foot to the other, weighing the inequality of the situation.

Seline decided to sweeten the deal, "I'll do your calc homework for a week."

"That bad, huh?" Veronica crossed her arms.

Seline refused to beg her sister, but she felt the need to burn the midnight oil once more before conforming to her new school schedule. Eyebrows raised, Seline sat on her bike, holding her chin in her hand as she stared down her sister.

"Fine." Veronica finally caved, throwing her arms up before climbing on the back of her sisters bike. "Where're you gonna go this late?"

Seline started up her vehicle with a scoff, "Ronnie, don't ask questions you don't want the answers to."

After dropping her sister off at the townhouse, Seline stopped on the wrong side of the tracks, again. This time, in front of FP's formidable residence, cloaked in darkness.

Parking her bike by his, Seline climbed off and made her way up the steps to the front door. She rested her knuckles to the door, thinking over her entrance before trying the doorknob. It opened straight into the kitchen, flooding the dry trailer with moon and amber light.

Looking around, Seline saw the television still on with FP propped in front of it, nodding off while grasping a beer can.

"What a dog." Seline purred, walking into the trailer and firmly closing the door behind her, causing FP to sit up straight.

"What a dog." Seline repeated, kicking off her boots before tiptoeing behind FP as he glanced over his shoulder.

He withheld a groan at Seline and relaxed again as her hands gripped at his shoulders and kneaded them gently.

"Seline..." He began with a groan, his eyes feeling heavy after the right amount of liquor.

"FP." She returned in his ear, her voice a breathy whisper to send a shiver down his back.

"I already told you..."

She agreed, "Yes, twice. Though I'm not sure how solid that first time was."

FP refused to bare start of a grin, feeling Seline's tongue circle his earlobe, "Well let me be clear this time around. I can't keep doing this."

Seline hummed a light giggle at the man before her, "But won't you miss how I..." 

FP listened intently as the girl's words trickled in his ear in a sultry whisper, describing sordid details from their previous night.

"Stop." He ordered, forcing himself forward and away from Seline's hold, "I already told you. I shouldn't have to repeat myself."

The older man forced himself to his feet and turned to Seline as she climbed over the back of the recliner and propped her feet up on the arm.

"Believe me when I say that this is not what I want. I don't want you, I want to forget you ever came in here. So just go." FP's voice was stern, but it barely dented Seline's pride.

She rose to her feet, wading down her skirt to its full length before nodding, "Alright, Mr. Jones. I see I've overstayed my welcome."

Seline walked back to the kitchen to pick up her boots, not looking back to FP as she slipped them on. He reached for the back of his neck and wrung it nervously, looking around to his dark trailer with trash strewn about.

As Seline reached the door, FP hid a deep sigh before telling her to wait. Her hand hovered over the doorknob, she hid a defiant grin on her lips with a feigned pout.

"What?"

She turned to FP to see him barreling towards her, setting his beer can carelessly on the kitchen counter. The alcohol toppled over and spilled to the linoleum, splashing against FP's jeans and Seline's bare legs.

He was on a one track mind, though, as he picked up Seline and carried her off to his room. The girl straddled against his waist, her arms around his neck as he kept enough balance to the edge of his bed.

FP dropped the girl down, causing the mattress to creak and Seline stretched out with a trill. Her hands ran over the dark comforter, taking in the scent of tobacco soaked into it.

Fumbling to pull off his plaid shirt, FP nudged Seline's feet apart in a silent order for her to lose the boots. Seline sat up as FP threw down his button-down and slipped off her shoes; FP stepped on the heels of his own boots and popped them off of his feet before grabbing the back of his t-shirt and harshly tugging it over his head.

"Get naked." He growled.

His tone alone brought a shiver down Seline's spine. She bit her lip as she reached to unzip her skirt, which FP spent no time in tugging off of her.

Seline grabbed at the hem of her top and slowly pulled it off of her, then reached to unclasped her bra as FP undid his pants and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. He raised his eyebrows as Seline tossed her clothes away, her elegant form highlighted by the rays of the moon seeping through the blinds.

She reached for her choker, ready to unclasp it, as FP reached and shook his head.

"Leave it on." He ordered lowly, kneeling in front Seline on the bed to run his hands along her curves.

As Seline smiled at his touch, FP forced his eyes shut as a thought popped in his mind. He reeled back, shaking his head.

"I can't." He sighed.

It was too much for him. It was one thing for her to be Hermione's daughter, but for her to be in high school was another. FP couldn't bring himself to try again, even if it was going to be discreet.

Seline sat up slowly, holding the older man's cheek in her hand, "FP..."

He turned away from her touch, resigning to sit on the edge of his bed. Seline crawled across the bed and curled her arms around his waist, "It's okay."

FP scoffed lowly at Seline, realizing that she wasn't making things any better, "Just...leave."

He waved his hand to dismiss the girl; she rolled over, grabbing her things from the floor and hastily redressing herself.

As she slipped on her boots, Seline looked back to FP, his hands crossed over his legs.

"Hey," She began, tiptoeing back to the older man with a timid smile.

FP grumbled in response, barely glancing over to Seline's shadow moving in the darkness. Before he knew it, a pair of soft lips caressed his. He groaned against the interaction, his fingers finding the back of Seline's head as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

She eased him back onto the bed as she straddled his lap, running her hands over his chest with a hum. FP couldn't find a place to put his hands and Seline obliged, picking his hands up and resting them on her waist.