Pushing the age of fifty Alice payed close attention to her looks. She has always payed attention, but now she's noticing patches of grey hair, some wrinkles and fine lines.
She sat at her vanity in her and FP's bedroom like she does every night; applying her facial creams and toners.
FP watches in complete awe. Anything Alice does he watches her in awe. "FP?" Alice asked turning around to catch his full attention. "I'm sorry were you talking to me?" FP's cheeks blush.
"Only for the past ten minutes." She smirks standing up to meet him at their bed. "Well I'm all yours now. What were you saying?"
"I was saying how great my day was. I got two interviews for the RIVW, finished some articles and got to come home early." Alice smiled and wrapped her hands around his shoulders, playing with the hair on the back of his head.
"Your right that does sound great. I on the other hand got to help Archie with his reck center." He sighed and pulled Alice closer between his legs.
He looked down before looking back up at her.
"But at the end of the day I get to come home to this beauty." He smirked as his hands traveled to her ass.
"My ass? That's what you get to come home to?" Alice smirked amused. "No...well yes, but I meant the person with the ass." FP pulled Alice down onto the bed beside him.
She chuckled as he moved his weight onto his elbows to hover over her. "I mean that though. Your beautiful Alice." He smiled as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Oh I know I am." She smirked and got up to walk over to her vanity.
"Hey why did you move." FP pouted sitting up on the bed. "I need to finish my routine." She smiled softly before sitting down on her bench. "No you don't. Your last product is that jar of white cream and you used it already." FP raised his eyebrow.
"No I didn't..."
"Alice come here."
She sighed walking back over to FP. "What's up?" He looked up into her eyes making sure she looks back at him.
"Nothings really wrong...just getting old." She shrugged and chuckled hoping to play it off. "Old? Al your not even fifty yet." He chuckled, but quickly stopped. "Al babe, why does being close to fifty bother you?"
"Because I'm getting older, which means wrinkles, lines, grey hairs...the list goes on and on." Alice walked back and forth in the room.
"Alice look at me." FP smiled as his eyes met hers. "Baby you are the hottest women alive. I can't help but stare at you." He reached out for her hand bringing her back between his legs.
"You can't tell me you don't see changes in me too." She huffed resting her hands on his shoulders. "I'm not saying I don't, but I also didn't say I don't love them either. We're growing old together Al. That means I get to explore something new on your body every time I look at you." He moved her to sit in his lap, holding her close.
"Really? Even if I get wrinkles?"
"Yes Al, even if you get wrinkles. I will kiss and lick all over them." FP smirked as Alice's nose scrunched. "Don't be gross." She slapped his shoulder.
"Just think of it this way. When I start to get old am I going to be ugly looking to you?" She shook her head no immediately. "You will never be anything but handsome to me."
"My point exactly." He smiled and moved his hand to her face. "Now can we lay down so I can kiss you all over." He smirked and stood up with her in his arms.
He laid her down carefully, following hovering over her. "I love you Al." He kissed her lips softly. "I love you too FP." She kissed his lips this time pulling him down onto of her.
