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Fp

You peel open one of your eyes to look at him as you huff
out your own laugh, one eyebrow coxed as you watch FP stand in front of you,
removing his apron," As tempting as seeing you do so, I don't think that's the
best idea." You two had just recently announced your relationships to the man's
son and let's just say, there was a reason he spent all his times at Pop's
lately.

FP vibrates a hum as he continues a stagger towards you
until he's between your legs, lowering himself onto his knees once he is. Once he's
eye level to you, he extends his arm and takes hold of your jaw, bringing you
forward to press a sticky kiss to your lips," he'll come around."

You jump your eyebrow but nonetheless, a smile seeps onto
your lips as you groan a bit in agreement. His four day old scruff tickles your
cheeks as you return the favor of pressing your lips to his, the exchange dry
and sticky. As you tempted to pull away, FP curls his hands around your legs
and sucks your bottom lip into his, giving it the treatment of a sucker.

"F," you complain, though the energy to do so was hard and
delayed, "no. Its way too hot, I don't need to combust."

FP only releases a grunt of complaint as he leaves his mouth
attacking yours, fingertips dancing down your body, thumb aimlessly gliding
against nipple as it passes. You hum a bit, though remain grounded as your
hands reach up to his shoulders in a lame attest to push him away, though they
come to a rest instead of a shove when the backs of FPs fingers just ghost
against your folds. Not enough to push through, but enough to make your body
feel flammable.

FPs tongue swipes over the tip of yours and you do
everything to hold back the desire to chase after it as he brings himself back
up onto his legs, retreating back into the kitchen, giving you a response that
is hallow and drawled, "we would never want that, sweetheart."

You close your eyes once more and situate yourself back into
the couch, inhaling a much needed breath to speed down your heartbeat. You
release your thighs that you hadn't noticed were so roughly clenched together.
Though, you weren't surprised; FP always has had a way with you.

Your eyes remain close as your ears detect the sound of
clanking commotion in the kitchen, though you don't pay much attention,
figuring it's the rummaging of beer cases. However, you do peel your eyes open
once more when your knee is knocked with FP's own as he kneels back down in
front of you, one hand occupied with an ice cube, his other splayed once more
against your thigh. Your eyes trail the cube in his hand as if you were a dog
watching a treat, his eyes tracking you, as he slipped the cube between his
lips and sucked it in, tongue catching his finger as he does so.

This time, you feel your thighs pull towards each other at
the show put on in front of you and so does FP, given his hold of your leg, in which
a cocky half up smile draws itself to his now moistly glistening lips.

This time when FP chooses to attack your lips, you lean into
the attention, your lips vibrating against his as you release a hum laced
pleasure from the cold attack, both chasing the taste of mint toothpaste and
his natural underlying rum taste, and the cool relief. His tongue peeks out to
glide across your bottom lip, leaving a trail of cool relief in which you
gladly accept and open the gates of your lips, his tongue sure to promise
cooler than his lips. However, instead of the comfort of his tongue slid
against yours, the cool cube is pushed onto your tongue, the coolness stinging
your teeth as it begins to melt against your tongue, having to already begin to
in FPs mouth.

As he pulls back and allows you to enjoy your gift, he begins
the task of trailing his lips down your body, lips stamping your skin with wet
kisses. He follows a slow, leisurely pace that leaves your body grateful but
sedated, focusing more on the cube in your mouth. You give it a few more sucks
before crunching it between your teeth, a sting running through them, and you
savor every sweet molecule as your swallow the broken pebbles down one by one.
Your hands come to curl into the back of FP's hair lazily and loose as he
continues to press kisses into your skin, the trail wet and cool though quickly
eaten up by the suffocating heat invading the trailer.