"Soooo....how long do I have to sit down here?" FP asked from his spot on the floor behind Alice's desk.
"Shhh..." Alice demanded from her desk as she continued to type up her next article.
"Alice?" He tried getting her attention. A smile grew on his face as he looked up at her in her desk chair, concentrating. Her concentration face seemed so cute to him and he couldn't help let himself fall a little more in love with her there. She pushed her glasses up a bit more on her face and he swooned. "Alice?" He tried again. His hand fell to her knee and she brushed it off.
"FP, not right now." She whispered, trying her best to keep her eyes on her computer screen.
"Why are we whispering?" He teased with a chuckle.
"Forsythe, I am trying to concentrate." She practically whined like a sad teenager.
"Ali....this floor is uncomfortable!" He whined in the same voice to mock her.
"Well...you're not sitting up here." She shook her head, still typing. "We're not risking the Black Hood seeing us together."
"Alice, you're starting to sound paranoid." He admitted from the concrete floor beneath her.
She sighed, rolling her eyes, ripping off her glasses and turning her chair to look down at him all in one motion. "FP, we can't be together, alright? What happened last night put us in danger. Put you in danger. And what happened twenty minutes ago, that...." She stopped, looking down as her cheeks grew red. She remembered the look on Hal's face just before he left and she questioned if he suspected anything. "FP, that was wrong. We shouldn't have let it happen. I shouldn't have."
"Ali, Ali..." He ignored her demand to stay hidden and he stood, leaning into her chair to softly kiss her. "Everything's gonna be okay." He kissed her mouth once more before kissing her on the cheek and then the forehead. "I hate seeing you so worried." He sent her a comforting smile and she gave him a weak, fake one. "Can I please sit in a chair now?"
Alice's little smile grew to a playful one and she pushed her chair away from him. Her right leg slowly lifted and she placed her high heel on his chest. "No." She winked. "Sit back down, FP Jones." Her voice sounded seductive and she gently pushed him with her foot before he obeyed.
He couldn't help but laugh when he returned to his hidden spot on the floor and Alice placed her glasses back over her eyes and she resumed working on her article.
Later on, she finally finished and set the articles in the bin for Monday's paper. FP stayed on the floor, looking at stuff on his phone before he looked up to see Alice standing in front of him. Her hands were on her hips and she looked down on him with a sigh. "What am I gonna do with you, Jones?"
"Hmm....there's a few things I can think of where you and I-" She bent over to smack his shoulder. "Hey!" He laughed.
"I'm being serious, Forsythe." She laughed as well, though she tried her best to remain stern. "We can't leave together. And I can't drive around back to pick you up. Anyone could easily see that."
"Well," He began to stand but then he remembered she wouldn't allow it. "...I could just walk home to grab my truck and we can meet somewhere." He suggested.
"FP." She whispered, stressfully looking up at the ceiling. "We're not doing this, okay?" She looked back down to him with sad eyes. "I'm not putting you in danger."
"We won't be in danger. Especially if we're careful....We can come up with a plan." He crawled closer to her, putting his hands on the side of her thighs. He looked up at her with pleading, childish eyes. "Please? Are you gonna make me beg?" He blinked his big brown puppy dog eyes at her and she melted inside, staring at the wall ahead of her so as not to be persuaded.
"FP...." She began. Her stomach flipped as her heart sank and she felt her eyes welling up again.
"Ali, I don't wanna miss you again."
His words caused her to audibly gasp and both her hands moved up to cover her mouth. Why was this always so hard? Why were they constantly being tested and forced apart? Just thinking about being away from him again hurt her more than the first time. She wasn't sure if she could take that again. Making him leave her house that morning was hard enough. What had she done to deserve this being ripped apart from everyone she loved? First FP as a teen....Then Chic....Then her mother and father passed away....Then Polly....Then Betty began to pull away from her....Then Polly again....Then Hal....Now FP again? What was it? What?
She reached down to put her hands over FP's on her thighs and she looked down at him as a tear escaped her eye. Her fingers intertwined with his and she let herself feel the warmth that radiated throughout her body as they touched. "Fuck!" She said in an exasperated whisper and she pulled his hands off of her before kneeling in front of him. She took his hands and wrapped them around her back, forcing him to hug her. Her own hands moved up to hold his shoulders and their noses almost touched. She hummed with a saddened smile and her eyes closed for a brief moment. "Mmmmm....FP Jones." She said with such love and relaxation in her tone before her eyes opened again. "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into begging to stay with me."
"I remember." He giggled, touching his nose to hers. "You're worth it."
Her smile grew and she moved her lips to graze his. She refused to kiss him for a moment as she listened to his breathing and her eyes closed again. Soon, she felt his tongue upon her lower lip and she let it in, reciprocating. It was a gentle kiss at first, but soon it metastasized to be more intense and passionate. Alice's hands grabbed ahold of the fabric of his shirt upon his shoulders. He slowly moved a hand down to rest upon the crease of her lower back and she whimpered into his mouth.
"Wait, wait." She pulled out of the kiss, trying to catch her breath as she stopped his hand. "Not here." She whispered, looking around the Register with its tall glass windows and doors. Her eyes lit up and she grinned. "I have an idea."
It wasn't long before the both of them were in the back storage room, on top of the old and broken copy machine. Alice's sore muscles screamed as loud as she did, but she ignored them, continuing to claw at FP's dark red flannel as he made her cum three times in the same fuck.
