FP gently guided her to the bathroom on the first floor, pushing the door open a bit more for her. "You want me to wait out here for you?" He asked politely and she shook her head at his chivalry.
"Yeah, I think I'll be okay." She grabbed ahold of the sink as FP turned on the light for her and she stepped inside while he closed the door.
Mr. Jones leaned against the wall with his arms crossed after he finally zipped up his jeans. "I'm right here if you need me." He said through the door.
"I'm fine, FP." She made her tone sound irritated although she stood in front of the mirror, smiling at herself with giddiness.
"Alright." He said, grinning like a fool on the other side of the wall.
Alice looked down at her bra strap, falling off one shoulder and she readjusted it, biting her lower lip. Putting a hand on her forehead, she looked up as if to thank God. With a sigh of relief, she waited a bit longer before the pain of her charlie horse finally calmed down a bit and she was able to walk over to the toilet. She didn't even have to pee. She just wanted a moment to herself to recoup, or to reJones, so to speak. And she noticed how much she missed him on the other side. She hurried up and stood, pulling her pencil skirt back down, finally realizing her underwear was somewhere in the kitchen. Her hands moved up to hold her forehead as she realized that was the first time that kitchen had ever seen any type of acting like that. Her legs, still a bit in pain, moved toward the door, coming out as FP went in.
While Alice waited for him, she went into the kitchen to retrieve her blouse and her underwear, which she brought with her to the laundry room. She deviously smiled to herself as she threw her underwear into a basket, leaving the room without a new pair. She lazily put her shirt back on and returned to the hallway just outside the bathroom. She heard the sink inside and FP soon joined her.
They stopped and stared at each other for a moment in silence before they both laughed. "We just-"
"Yeah." FP interrupted her, looking down to the carpet.
"And I kinda wanna-" Alice started again.
"Yupp. Me too." He looked down at her lips and she closed her eyes.
"FP, don't look at me like that. We're gonna do it again if you do." FP walked toward her, putting his hands on her stomach and she backed into the wall behind her. They kissed, delighting in each other's presence before Alice's hands made their way to his shoulders. She pushed him away just a bit so they could look into each other's eyes. "FP, there's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" He asked. Alice had always been impressed with his talent for immediately turning from super horny to super loving in less than five seconds.
"It's about Chic." She said, sadly looking down at her own hands while they slid down his chest, resting on his pecs. "There's something you need to know."
FP panicked a little inside, assuming the worst. "It wasn't self defense?" He asked about the murder.
"What?" Alice was a bit caught off guard, having actually forgotten about the murder for a bit in FP's presence. "Oh...No. No." She shook her head, still finding it hard to look him in the eye. "That was self defense, yes. Well...not self defense, but he was protecting me. I just, umm..." She looked at the wall behind him. She honestly could not think of a good way to tell him. The words would not come to her. "You know the thing that we just did in there." She looked to the kitchen and so did he before blushing with a nod.
"Yeah." He laughed and it was so cute, Alice melted a little inside.
"And you know the thing we did about two weeks before Homecoming?" Her smile vanished when he seemed to look confused.
"Yeah?" He questioned. Alice didn't say another word, she just waited for him to figure it out in his head. "Wait." He pulled away a little, still holding her in his arms though. "Are you saying-"
A small sob escaped Alice's lips and a few tears fell. "Yeah." She sadly nodded. "He's yours. Chic is yours." She still stared down at his chest as she spoke and she fiddled with a button on his flannel. "I've wanted to tell you so many times, FP. I did. But Hal, he....he was very manipulative and controlling back then. And he would get so angry that sometimes he-"
"Alice....Alice." FP stared intently at her, waiting for her to look into his eyes. "He never hit you, did he?" He asked, already pissed even though he didn't know the answer.
"No." She sobbed. "No. But I was always afraid that he would. So I started to do whatever he said and it almost led to him killing Chic. And FP...I'm so sorry. I am." FP let go of her and walked to the other side of the hall for a moment before he looked back at her. "FP." She begged. "Please forgive me."
"So-" He began, putting his hands to his head. Alice broke even more, seeing him like that and her hands moved to cover her mouth. "So..." His voice cracked as he walked back over to her. "So, he's my son?" He asked in a whisper. "We had a baby together?"
Alice looked up at him, quickly nodding and touching her fingers to his forearms as she played with his sleeves. "Yes." She let out with exasperation.
"We...We have a baby together." His frown slowly warped into a face of excitement. His hand reached up, to push one of Alice's stray hairs behind her ear.
Alice's eyes lit up as she couldn't believe he'd be so happy. "Can you forgive me?" She asked, her voice still a little broken.
"Ali..." He held onto her cheek, stepping in just a bit closer to her. "Hal has always been manipulative and I, frankly, never liked him. Not for one second. You always thought I was jealous, but no. I was just pissed knowing that that asshole had you under his spell. I don't need to forgive you, because I know it wasn't your fault." He gave her a short, gentle kiss. "I'm pissed at him. Not you."
"I-" Alice shook her head, about to tell him how much she regretted leaving him back then, but she changed her mind, pulling him in for another kiss instead. "I need you again." She whispered with a grin.
"Right now?" He asked with a chuckle.
"Right now." She moved her hand to hold the back of his neck. "Right here." She whispered, leaning in to bite his ear.
FP's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he groaned at the bite. "Are-are you sure?"
Alice pulled away from him, giving him another tiny slap in the face to arouse him. "I'm fucking positive, Forsythe." She reached for the button on his jeans, undoing it before unzipping them and pushing them down to the floor. Her fingers grabbed ahold of the waistband to his red boxers and she pulled him closer to her, slowly sliding her hand underneath them. She watched him close his eyes as she slowly teased him and she felt him harden. She smiled at him before sliding down the wall, bringing herself to her knees for him.
FP put one hand on the wall in front of him and the other hand moved to hold Alice's hair as she slid her tongue along his member through the opening in his boxers. Once he finally grew, she let him into her mouth for a moment before FP found the strength to pull her hair, forcing her head away from him. "Come here." He put a hand under her chin and she looked up at him before standing upon his command. In one swift movement, FP lifted her off the ground, slamming her back into the wall behind her while she wrapped one leg around him and the other foot barely touched the floor beneath them.
He wasted no time in lifting her skirt once again and he was proud to see she still had nothing underneath it. He forced himself roughly into her and she let out a grateful yell before gleefully laughing before he pulled out and strongly pushed back into her, causing her to scream again. Her back felt bruised from hitting the wall, but she didn't care. This was what she had been missing for more than twenty years. No one had ever made her feel so needed or wanted more than FP ever did and she let herself feel every hint of pain, physically and emotionally when it came to him.
He continued to fuck her up against the wall, both not even attempting to stay quiet as he did so. "Again?" He grunted, his mouth right beside her ear as he got closer and closer to his climax.
"Fuck it!" She said, allowing him to come inside her again and she soon felt their souls reconciling and becoming one once more after all these years.
