Falice One Shots by falicewins

Getting Lost In You

A/N: This is pure smut. If that's not your thing this one shot might not be for you!

It might have been Thanksgiving, there was one thing FP Jones wasn't thankful for at all. He was still trying to calm down from his outburst barely an hour ago to the one and only Hiram Lodge. He really thought he had his temper under control, but something inside him had snapped. How could he sit and listen to the one who had tried to kill his very own son?

One thing was for sure— he wasn't going to keep doing his dirty work. He had done that for years and it was time to get his own autonomy back. Still, he wondered what would have happened if Alice hadn't been the one to calm him down. He was almost sure he could have slit his throat with that broken bottle of glass.

Alice had insisted on driving them home, after she had seen the still dazed look in his eyes. She had tried to catch his eyes, but he had stared out of the car window, his forehead still in a dangerous frown. It seemed like for the very first time she had no idea how to make things better for him. Maybe giving him a moment to breathe while she safely drove them home was enough for now.

After entering the house, FP had gone off to their bedroom immediately. He wished he could find the words to talk to her, but he was too angry to even describe his frustration to this awful man. He wasn't sure anyone would understand— not even Alice.

She looked at him as he sat down on the edge of the bed and let himself fall backwards with a big sigh and a soft thud. As much as he wanted to be able to talk to her, she wanted to be able to do something for him. And as she looked at her boyfriend, she suddenly had the perfect idea to help him relax. In a way, it was the only thing she could think of that could help him forget about Hiram for a bit. Alice turned around to the bathroom, catching FP's attention.

"Where are you going? Are you mad?" He asked her a little insecure, pushing himself up on his elbows this time.

"Stay here. I'll be back in a second." She sent him a small smile, assuring him that he had nothing to worry about.

He stared at her a little confused, but didn't object to her statement. She took a little longer than anticipated, so when she returned, FP was neatly folding his flannel. The squeak of their bedroom door caught his attention.

His eyes nearly budged out of his head as he was met by Alice standing in the threshold, her lips blood red and dark lace lingerie accenting her body perfectly. Through the very thin fabric he could see her breasts in the most beautiful way, immediately creating a very natural response of his very own body.

He scanned her body all the way up and down from her kissable lips, down to the black lace that curved her boobs, then drifting down to the see through fabric of her panties that he wanted to rip off her body, ending with her long legs that were being supported by dark heels. She was a sight for sore eyes and he wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed right there and then.

Alice smiled mischievously when she noticed how he was rendered speechless by the way she looked. She had to admit, this set she had kept a secret for a special occasion and though they hadn't anything to celebrate, he definitely needed an outlet for his repressed feelings. She was more than willing to distract him for as long as he needed. 

"Like what you see, Forsythe?" She whispered in a low breath, as she slowly made her way towards him step by step, her heels clicking on the floor.

FP didn't blink, afraid to miss even the tiniest seconds of Alice looking like this— and it was all just for him. Her eyes however, had drifted down to the now definitely noticeable arousal in his pants.

"Hell yeah I do." He growled, his eyes following her every move up until she was standing right in front of him, his lip barely an inch away from hers.