His serpent secret? FP Jones

Chapter eight- daddys home

I watch FP as his chest rises with each breath he takes. His plump lips slightly open. His dark hair is a mop of mess and, as usual, he manages to pull it off. I plant a kiss on his neck before straddling him. "Wake up." I pout. Before sliding my hand down his chest and back up again.
His eyes lazily flutter open. "Just what I wanted to wake up to." He says in a sexy, deep morning voice.
I chuckle, before smacking my lips against his. This time, with no regrets. That's until a creaking sound occurs from downstairs along with loud footsteps.
"I'm home!" My fathers voice calls, sending me to leap off of FP's lap and fall face first into the floor.
FP hops off the bed faster than Barry Allen on crack, and throws on last nights clothes.
"Just a sec daddy!" I call, my voice trembling. I slide on an old sweater and some joggers before making my way downstairs. FP creeping behind me.
Daddy is standing at the bottom of the stairs, his golden hair slicked back and his emerald eyes sparkling with delight.
"I've missed you so much!" He says as he pulls me into a hug. He's been out there for almost two weeks and he doesn't look the least bit hurt.
"I missed you too daddy. Did it go ok?" I ask, as I throw my arms around him, inhaling his usual fatherly scent.
"Yes, honey. It did. How did it go with you and FP, are you too best friends like I predicted?" He winks. And guilt floods my stomach.
"Couldn't get any friendlier!" FP emerges behind me, an arm wrapped around my shoulder.
"Just as I said! I knew you'd get along!" Dad grins. Before adding, "and FP, you can stay as long as you want alright? You managed to keep my baby girl safe, so I owe you for that mate!" Dad slaps FP on the back. He doesn't suspect a thing.
"You know what, Geraldo? I might stay a little longer, I mean I've gotten used to the warmth of your home now! But I will have to go check on Jughead in a bit, just to see how he's doing!" He tells my father. Who the fuck is jughead?
"Who?" I raise a brow.
"Oh, jug, FP's son! He's only a bit younger than you, Rosa!" Dad says cheerfully. Who would name their child jughead? I sympathise for that boy, fuck knows how often he gets bullied for it.
"You know, you two might get along! Why don't you pop over with FP to his trailer and go say hi to jug. After all, he is a serpent too!" Dad tells me. A serpent? How come I haven't met him before. Although there is so many I lose track,sometimes.
"Uh.." I stutter, trying to concoct an excuse.
"Come on, rosa. You two would get along." FP says through gritted teeth, he knows that daddy's trying to set me and Jughead up and I can almost see the jealously steaming from FP's body.