How it Began

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"Fuck, Hal." Alice groans as Hal pumps into her from behind. "Shit, shit, shit-" his hand covers her mouth and he groans as she takes one of his fingers into her mouth.

"You gotta be quiet, babe, someone will hear."

She grips tightly at the desk. "Fuck, who cares." He stops moving and she whines. "Don't Stop."

"Shh, I hear voices."

They both strain to listen and practically leap away from each other when there's a knock on the door.

Hal tucks himself back into his pants and opens up the door, looking back at Alice to make sure she's covered.

"Hey, Coop, wanna go to Pop's with the team?" Marty asks him.

"Uh, now's not really the best time, Mantle. Maybe another time."

Marty peers behind Hal and catches sight of Alice straightening up her top. "Oh shit, sorry man. I'll let you get back to your girl." He looks to Alice. "Blue and Gold office. Real step up from a closet, Smith."

"Fuck off Mantle." She hisses, walking over to the door, ready to slam it in his face. "You're just pissed because no well respected girl will sleep with you."

He chuckles. "Oh baby," he strokes her cheek with his thumb and she glares at him. "Who said you're respected?"

"Leave her alone, Mantle." Hal warns as Alice walks back into the news room.

"What? Not like you haven't heard the rumours, Coopie. Probably why you wanted her, because she'll open her legs just about anywhere. Clearly."

"That's enough." Hal shoves him out of the doorway. "Don't talk about her like that. Get the hell out of here." He slams the door in his face and locks it before turning to Alice. "He's an asshole, don't listen to him."

"He's right though." She sighs, hoisting herself up onto the desk. "Clearly I will open my legs anywhere. I'm a slut, everyone thinks it."

He shakes his head and takes her hand. "I don't."

"Yeah right." She scoffs.

"I don't." He insists, walking over to her and cupping her face in his hands so she'll look at him. "Alice, you are so beautiful. You are sexy, smart, funny and overall the most perfect person I have ever met. Fuck Mantle if he thinks otherwise."

"You really mean that?"

"Of course I do." he takes her face in his hands and wipes a stray tear from her cheek. "You don't give yourself enough credit, Alice. Stop believing what everyone else thinks about you, you're perfect in my eyes."

She leans up to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body up against his. "Alice." He mumbles against her lips, pushing away from her. "You're sad, I don't want to take advantage of you."

"You're not." She promises, pressing a kiss to  the corner of his mouth. "Make love to me, Hal." He raises an eyebrow at her and she smiles. "I love you."

"I love you too."

It's nice for her to feel wanted and loved, so who cares if it's rushed? Who cares if she didn't think it through? Hal loves her back and that's what matters.

Someone still loves her.