Darlin' ~ FP Jones

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"Mom! Can you find my leather jacket anywhere?" Harper called from her room to her mom. She had torn her room apart searching for it and she hadn't seen it in days.

"I haven't seen it lately!" Her mom called back. Harper sighed, attempting to remember the last time she had worn it. Then it hit her. She left it at FP's and thought she would get it the next time she saw him. The girl rolled her eyes, knowing she had to go get it. She glanced at her appearance in the mirror and shrugged, this was as good as it was going to get.

She hadn't talked to FP for a week or so, and she hadn't see him since the day outside the Police station. She grabbed a hoody and a pair of Vans.

"I'll be back mom, I left it at a friend's." She said as she walked down the stairs.

"Okay!" Her mom smiled at her from the living room.

Harper walked out into the chilly September air and began walking towards the trailer park where she usually spent so much time with FP. There was an extra bitterness in the air that evening and the sun was falling fast behind the clouds. Her pace quickened as the cold air nipped at her skin.

By the time she arrived at the trailer it had already fallen into darkness. She paused, looking at the disheveled residence that she loved so much. She told herself she wouldn't stay, that she wouldn't talk, she would get her jacket and leave. But once again, she lied to herself with every step she took towards the door. Biting at the inside of her cheek and ignoring the shaking in her hands she knocked.

He answered in a white t-shirt and jeans, perfect as always.

"I'm um here for my leather jacket, I left it here." She shuffled awkwardly as he looked at her. He opened the door wider and allowed her to step inside. She kicked the door shut behind her as she stood there in the kitchen. She wanted her arms around him but she resisted. His eyes didn't leave the grimy tiled kitchen floor.

"Harper can we please talk." He whispered, not even looking at her. She sighed, but she couldn't withstand FP Jones.

"About what?" She asked, shifting her weight and leaning against the door behind her.

"Our fight. Can we talk about it please?" She looked up at him this time, and shrugged.

"What you said to me, and what you did FP, you scared me. You can't just say and do those things and not expect a consequence." She sighed at the man who was shaking his head.

"I know about consequences Harper, I have been dealing with them all my life. Don't lecture me like I'm a six year old who just stole from the cookie jar. I'm a grown man." He hissed.

"Then fucking act like one and apologize to me." She snarled back at him. His eyes widened at her assertive tone with him.

"Fine, I-I'm sorry Harper. It was wrong and I'll never pull a stunt like that again. I promise." He sighed and she looked at him.

"You better fucking not." She walked away from him now, spotting her jacket draped over the back of a chair. "I'm gonna get going." She turned to leave but he stood looking at her.

"What." She sat in her hip and crossed her arms looking at the man that she could never say no to.

"Just, you're so sexy when you're assertive." He chuckled and so did she.

"You're ridiculous." She laughed shaking her head. He walked forward towards her and tucked a strand of her behind her ear. "I should go." She whispered. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"You sure you wanna do that?" His breath tickled her skin and sent a shiver down her spine. He pecked a small kiss on her neck under her ear. She melted.

"I-um. I-well." His lips were suddenly against hers. He was smirking.

"I think that's a no." He said huskily. He reached down and gripped the back of her legs pulling her up into his arms. He walked with her like that into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him and throwing her down onto the bed.

"You wanna do this?" He said as she reached up and began to take off his shirt. The girl nodded rapidly. He pulled off her shirt in a swift experienced movement that made Harper shiver.

"Yes please," She paused, "Daddy." She was smirking, mirroring him. She bit her lip, admiring the man in front of her. She saw a tattoo that she hadn't seen before, she knew it was new. He groaned at her words.

"Fuck darlin'."

"I like the tattoo." She whispered as he gathered her into his arms and kissed her passionately. Her fingers brushed against the tattoo on the side of his abdomen. He mumbled something incoherent against her neck as his kisses began to trail down her body.

The tattoo were two snakes, intertwined with one another. Nothing could have been a more accurate representation of the two of them in that moment. And neither of them had ever been more in love.