Falice Scenes

Check On You

Inspired by Celine_CooperJones 's one shots so go read hers coz they are amazing. Its basically going to be little falice scenarios that don't relate to each other.
Alice's POV:
My life is a mess. The man I was married to for 20 years was a serial serial killer, the person I thought was my son is a random guy, I probably killed my own son and on top of all of that the man I love doesn't love me back. Fucking great.
I pull my knees to my chest trying to block out the noise of the mob outside. All they think of this house is that it was the house the black hood lived in not that the family in it are suffering for that mans unspeakable actions.
I didn't even care about Hal. Maybe if I ever loved the man I would be a little more hurt. I was just angry that he ruined everything, the life I planned for my daughter was all going down the drain because of him.
I hear a knock at the door and just roll my eyes. It was probably someone trying to get a quote from me. Asking stupid questions like "how did it feel to be married to the black hood" or "did you suspect anything?"
Like obviously fucking not or I wouldn't be married to him for the past 20 years of my life. The person knocks again and I get up and look out the window and see the mob of people gone. I try and see who's at the door but my view is blocked by a hedge so I just walk over to the door and open it. When I see who is standing there my knees weaken. I lean against the door to keep me upright suddenly self conscious of my appearance. I was wearing a silk robe with nothing underneath that was extremely low cut so it exposed way to much of me and yesterday's makeup. I pull the fabric of my robe together so it covered more of my chest. He must of got rid of the crowd because they were there a second ago.
"Fp, what are you doing here?" I sighed. I didn't mean to sound rude but I just wasn't up for company at the moment. Especially his company. Quite frankly I was sick of his games, he would make me think he had feelings for me and then as soon as I reciprocate he pulls away.
"I came to check on you" he said sincerely making me feel bad for the tone I used with him. I thought about falling into his arms and just crying into him. I was broken. Not because I had lost Hal but because for the last 20 years I had trusted and lived with a serial killer who tried to kill me two days ago. I snapped myself out of it telling myself to get a grip, you are not going to fall for this man again but deep down I know I have already fallen many times just deeper and deeper each one.
"You really don't have to do that" I reply trying to get him to leave. To pretend I'm fine like I always do, push people away so they can hurt you and you can't hurt them.
"Uh yeah I do Alice, and don't even try the I'm fine act with me because you know I know you too well to fall for that" he said firmly. I just nod and step aside for him to come He in knowing that he did know me too well.
He walked inside and looked around. The house was spotless.
"Still rage clean then Ali" he said smiling remembering that I would clean when I was mad all those years ago. My knees felt weak again when I heard him call me the nick name only he had for me. I moved over to the couch and sat myself down with my head in my hands.
"I'm sorry" he said meaningfully sitting next to me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was contemplating putting his arm around me but he decided not to and put it awkwardly on his own lap.
"For what Fp?" I asked him genuinely confused on what he thought he had to say sorry for.
"For Hal, for not being there for you and for pushing you away" he replied guiltily.
"It's okay it's not your fault and you can't help not loving me" I say back coldly remembering the day after we slept together visiting him and getting the cold shoulder. I promised myself after that, no more Fp Jones but not a few days after I was in his arms again telling him about our child we had together.
"I think we both know that's not true" he said making me raise my head from my hands and look at him all of a sudden angry.
"Do we Forsythe?" I say sarcastically standing up now and pacing around the room angrily before grabbing a cloth and wiping down the spotless counter in front of me. "Because if I recall it correctly your the one who turned me away" I state scrubbing harder at the counter as a single tear falls down my eye.
"Easy alice, I didn't mean to make you mad" he said calmly. I hated it when he was calm and I was mad. It made me seem like the person in the wrong.
"You never do" I reply sick of my emotions.
"I didn't mean to turn you away Okay, I wasn't in a good place" he says getting up from the sofa.
"Hmm how bad was this place you where in because I'm pretty sure mine was worse" I avoid eye contact with him but I could hear him sigh under his breath.
"I'm sorry Alice, I shouldn't have come here" he said trying to avoid an argument and getting up to leave. It took all my strength not to get him to stop because if I was honest i wanted him to stay. Even if it meant we argued, I just wanted company, his company. He opened the door and I leant over the kitchen counter mentally cursing at myself before he turned around to look at me.
"No" he stated more to himself than to me.
"What?" I replied acting as if I didn't care if he left or not.
"I'm not going to leave you here like this" he said closing the door. I had to grip onto the counter so I wouldn't to run over and fall into him. If I opened up to him my weaknesses would be shown and although he knew all of them, I wanted to pretend they weren't there.
"Then don't" I reply firmly. It was enough to show him I wanted him there but it wasn't enough to make me seem vulnerable.
"I guess your stuck with me then" he said falling back into the sofa in a relax position as if he was going to be there for a while.
"Guess I am" I reply holding back a smile but I couldn't help flash a quick one before returning to my I don't care face.
"You hungry? I can fix you up something" I ask knowing he is always hungry and how much he loves my cooking. His face lights up a little "yeah a little, don't go to too much trouble for me though"
"How does chicken piccata sound?" I ask looking at the ingredients in the fridge.
"What ever that is, it sounds great" he reply's making me smile. I loved how clueless he was to the lifestyle I had grown into the last 20 years. I was Alice Cooper: perfect house wife, good at cooking fancy meals, getting the kids where they needed to be and attending fancy events that I had no interest in whatsoever. Underneath all that though I was still the same Alice Smith and found my whole north side life boring. He on the other hand had stayed the same charming, funny man I used to love and as much as I hate to admit it still love.
I start on the food and he try's to start conversation that he hopes won't lead to an argument.
"The house is looking nice" he says looking around.
"I hate it, and I know you probably do to I mean it's not exactly your style" I say shutting him down an telling him the truth. I did indeed hate this house. 22 years in it and it never felt like home to me, It was just a very fancy prison in my opinion.
"I always assumed this was the type of house you dreamed of, I mean who wouldn't?" He said taken aback with my revelation.
"It doesn't feel like home, it's just a house. Just walls for me to hide myself behind" I say without thinking. Shit, why do i always do that? It's like the man has powers on getting me to open up or something. The whole walls this was scarily accurate because I had put so many walls up that the old Alice Smith was deep within them and no one saw her. Well apart from the man sitting on my sofa who could tell I was the same person deep down and was slowly breaking past the walls I had so carefully built up these past 22 years.
"Alice" he said understanding what I meant instantly. I could see him fight the urge to get up and walk over to me "If I would have known you were unhappy I would have never of let you go"
"I know" I replied quietly holding back the tears in my eye as I continued preparing his meal. He rubbed his hands over his face in regret. We were silent stuck in our own thoughts until I had finished with the food and I plated it up and put it on the dining table for him. He make his way over and sat where I had put the food.
"This looks great Alice" he said taking a bite.
"Thanks I've has a lot of practice being a trophy wife" I replied lightheartedly with a sarcastic tint to my voice.
"Hey, your way more than a trophy wife" he said looking deep into my eyes meaning what he said. I break the eye contact and look at my hands making him look at them too.
"Your ring" he said without thinking taking my hand in his as if to make sure he wasn't seeing things before pulling away "sorry I didn't mean to-" he began to apologise for his action but I didn't care.
"It's fine, it's not like I would stay with him I mean he killed people Fp" I said making a look of anger and guilt take over his face.
"I should never have let you stay with that killer" he said holding his head in his hands. I put my hand on his shoulder making him look up at me.
"It's not your fault I'm not sure responsibility Jones" I say without thinking about calling him that.
"You have always been my responsibility because I'm the one who should have take care of you back then and even now" he said tears forming in his eyes making me break inside.
"And you have taken care of me, you helped me get rid of that guys body when no one else would" I comforted him rubbing his shoulder.
"I'm supposed to be comforting you not the other way round" he said rubbing his eyes to stop the tears from flowing.
"It's okay you being here helps if I'm honest" I decided to tell him the truth. He had opened up to me and now it was my turn.
"Really?" He asked his eyes lighting up slightly as he looked into my eyes which made my heart beat a little faster.
"Yes, you know no one has checked up on me since this whole black hood deal went down. I don't blame them, I have been a bitch to everyone" I say looking down again because if I look into his eyes any longer I will end up kissing him.
"Stop doing that" he said taking my chin in his hand forcing me to look at him which made me close my eyes. I missed his touch, I missed him in general and the little moments we spent together even though usually in the presents of our kids or short little interaction we had I treasured. It took me a few seconds to reply to what he said but I opened my eyes eventually. "Doing what?" I ask in confusion, wishing he would never take his hand from underneath my face.
"Putting yourself down, all that stuffs over. You are not that woman anymore and I don't believe you ever were" he answered removing his hand from my chin making me feel empty but moving it to my hair which he pushed behind my ear. He went to take his hand away but I held it to my cheek with my own.
"Ali" he said looking at my lips.
"Just kiss me" I reply knowing it's what we both want, what we both need. He obeys and gives me the most passionate, caring kisses that he used to when we were younger and it felt the same. The same love, same lust and the same level of needing each other.