Only Angel [FP Jones x OC]

Eighteen

Seline prodded her tongue between her lips as she waited for FP to say something. She thought to shrug her shoulders up in wait of the man to say something but he stood, leaning against the counter as his tongue lined along his bottom lip, staring at Seline's choice of outfit.

"Outside," he said, straightening up and patting his hand to the counter. 

A silent promise that he'd keep Seline on the school grounds was understood though the Lodge girl probably wasn't going to honor it.

Seline raised her brows, allowing FP to lead the way as she followed. She took long strides to catch up with FP's, barely slipping through the door he pushed open before getting caught in his extended arm.

FP curled both of his arms around Seline's waist, nuzzling his face in her hair as she tilted her neck to him. 

She reveled in his warm touch for a moment, her hands gripping at the corners of FP's jacket. 

"Nice to see you, too," Seline purred, her knee hiking up to FP's waist, "Knew you'd come back." 

FP pulled away from Seline, his face deadpanned as he stared at her. "That's not funny." 

"You missed me," She teased, "didn't you?" 

"Hush," FP said with a daring smirk. 

"Admit it, love. You missed me," She continued, leaning into FP's lips as her leg curled around his waist. 

FP groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into Seline for a kiss. 

"Never," he whispered against her painted lips before pulling away form her, and leading her back inside. 

Seline took grip of FP's hand, looking down the long hallway as she led him to an empty girls' bathroom. As soon as she was sure the coast was clear, Seline pushed FP into a stall and followed after him. 

"You can not be serious," FP said, his hands bracing the stall walls to keep from stumbling backwards. 

"You're the one coming to the school like I owe you something." Seline grinned and pushed FP to sit as she shut the door behind her. 

The man stood up, shifting around Seline to press her against the stall wall, "Look, I felt bad for how I treated you last night." 

"Oh," Seline tilted her head back as FP's breath trickled down her neck, "So is this your form of apology?" 

"It might be." FP gently tugged Seline's skirt up, above her hips before running his fingers down her thighs. 

The oldest Lodge trilled at FP's touch, leaning into him as his lips found her ear. For the moment, she could forget about Jughead.  She lifted her leg as FP dropped his pants a bit to ease his member inside her. 

Seline poked her head out of the bathroom, looking down the hallway to see if the coast was clear. 

"Sels!" A voice called out from down the hallway, which caused Seline to jump slightly. 

"M-Maple." Seline sighed as she slipped out of the bathroom with a straightening of her skirt.

"What're you doing out here? We're going to lunch, right?" Cheryl asked as she stopped in front of the bathroom. 

"I-I gotta go get Juggy." Seline shook her head, pointing over her head before FP's head poked out of the bathroom. 

Cheryl looked over Seline's shoulder to the older, scruffy man hiding in the girls' restroom. Seline froze in place, not looking at either one of them. 

"I see." Cheryl hid a grin on her ruby red lips. "I can...um, escort Mr. Jones out of here if you'd like." 

Seline shook her head, "N-no, it's okay. I'll show him out." 

"What's up with Jughead?" FP whispered.