Falice one shoots, Falice AUs, Falice crossover

Here and Now

(Authors note: FP and Alice = Falice, future AU in which FP is trying to remove the emotional burden, which Alice has imposed to herself ever since the news about Charles death.)

Side note: I wrote this story before the Flashback episode 3.04 aired. So I had no knowledge about Falices past and what really happened.)
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She stood at the window, deep lost in her thoughts. The morning sunlight, which warm and almost inconspicuous her skin, got much further in her own world she wanted to.

„You're thinking about him right now!" FP's arms closed gently around her waist. And also, even it wasn't his intention, his words brought her immediately back into the cruel reality. She seemed to be so fragile at times, that FP was scared about her mental status. He could sense the unutterable pain, her deep grief, which she kept inside for herself. Alice felt a soft brief caress of his breath on her ear as he cuddled up from behind in a patient, loving way trying to calm her down.

„I'm always thinking about him!"

„Stop blaming yourself. We can't change the past." FP forced her to turn in his direction. He searched for her eyes with a serious look. Her usual shining ice blue was soaked in tears. He put her face in his hands, tenderly stroking her on both cheeks and said almost whispering: „We both made mistakes. But we live here and now. That's the important thing. Never forget that."

Alice's face darkened increasingly. The guilt was so unbearable, every day again and again.

„I need you, Alice, more than ever!" FP gave her a soft smile, while his lips pressed a caring loving kiss on her forehead.

But the truth was, the more understanding FP occurred towards her, even more closely, the knotes of despair and helplessness strangled inside her. She was responisble without excuses. She was the one that made all decisions back in time. She knew it and nothing FP would say could change that.

Her eyes fell empty and her mind wandered back far away. To him, to Charles, their son whose life was doomed since his birth because she had decided to give him away.

„Alice?"

She whimpered desperately as the first tear trickled relentlessly down on her right cheek to dry up silently in the corner of her mouth. The second tear was gently rubbed aside by FP. He kissed the third tear away before it could approach.

„Alice?" His anxious voice finally found her attention.

Alice tilted her head a little to the side. She looked at him for a while, silently, before she quietly said: „I love you!"

The man in front of her took a step towards her, so that his face was close to hers. FP traced the shape of her mouth in a fine line with his thumb, very slowly and very carefully.

Alice's eyes inevitably settled on his lips. God, this desire. No matter how much pain this woman had brought him in the past, she meant everything to him. He wanted her, always, only now just even more.

In the next second, his lips hung desperate on hers. He playfully sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, gained access to her tongue, dueled with hers in a seductive dance.

Alice had wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him determined closer. The warmth of his body set her immediately on on fire. FP held her face still in his hands before running them flattering smooth over her shoulders to the back and buttocks. Alice urged the both of them vigorously, almost eagerly towards the bed.

„I want you to be okay, Alice. I want you to be safe. I want you to be happy. Always." He breathed heavily as she briefly drained from him and struggled for air. He knew they should talk first, she knew it too. It was to late for now, he lost control. FP fell back ahead in the mattress of the bed, watched transfixed as Alice unspeakably slowly opened button to button of her blouse for him. He handed her one hand as she moved to him on the bed. She held her butt just centimeters over his lap, avoided on purpose direct contact right there in this spot, instead she cuddled her bent knees playful shy on his outer hips. FP peeled off the fabric of her blouse from the shoulders while he stroked her silky soft skin devoutly.