Dizzy was in FP's trailer. No, they didn't do anything. FP had fallen asleep in the truck when she was explaining where she got her seventh tattoo. She didn't mind. At least he got some sleep. Dizzy had taken FP to his bed where he grabbed her hand and wouldn't let her go for he pleads for her to stay with him.

Dizzy wasn't one to cuddle but she did it anyway. It felt good for her chest to be pressed against his own. She didn't mind and when she began to listen to his heartbeat she fell asleep pretty quickly.

Dizzy woke up the next morning with FP looking like a sex god in bed and his arm around her waist to keep her close. Dizzy didn't care she actually enjoyed the fact he was keeping her warm. Her legs had been intertwined with his own and his jacket was still on. They both were too tired to even take off their jackets.

She liked how it was peaceful. Today was Sunday meaning this was a last good day before she had to work tomorrow. She didn't mind. Dizzy got a job and she's helping to get her sister into college. She always had straight A's. Never once did she get any lower than a C. Dizzy untangled her legs away from FP's and carefully moved his hand away from her stomach. He grunted and turned around so he faced the other way.

She smiled seeing his face being smashed by the pillow. She could get used to this. It wasn't every day she could wake up in a warm bed with someone who cared about her. Dizzy sighed and stretched out. Her back had popped a bit and she let out a soft moan when her muscles didn't feel so tense.

She made her way to the kitchen and saw he had a few eggs and some bread sitting on the counter. Dizzy smiled and got to making some breakfast for FP. She also looked around for some pills to help with the hangover he was going to wake up with.

Dizzy had successfully made breakfast without waking up FP at all. She walked in the room with a plate and a glass of water with the pills. FP sniffed the air around him and woke up seeing Dizzy smiling at him. His eyes drifted from her body to the plate in her hands. He sat up and groaned as he clenched his head. "Here." Dizzy held the pills and the water out.

"Thanks." He says taking them into his hands. Dizzy sat down on the bed and handed him his breakfast.

"You seriously need to go shopping some time soon," Dizzy says chuckling. FP shook his head with a smile forming on his face. He dug into his food and his eyes lit up as he moaned at the taste and Dizzy shifted on her leg. She loved how he moaned every time he tasted something good. That made her wonder what he would think if he tasted-

"What did you put in this?" He asked looking down at the eggs. Dizzy shrugged.

"Just what my brother likes. Pepper, salt, a bit of garlic and some cheese." He takes another bite and looks up at her.

"Where's yours?" He asked and she raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't make myself some. It's your food. Besides I can just go home and make something later. I'm not that hungry." Dizzy explained and FP rolled his eyes. FP hated when people do that.

"Come here." He held the fork up and she looked at him confused. "Come here, D." Dizzy sighed and crawled closer to him. He watched her hips sway as she did this. He gulped as he watched her sit now very close to him. "Open." Dizzy scoffed and shook her head.

"I'm not five-"

"Open your mouth Dizzy. I'm not gonna ask again." Dizzy was now turned on by the stern voice he gave her. She really had some issues with this man. But Dizzy listened and opened her mouth as he put the fork in.

FPs eyes never strayed away from Dizzy's as she took the food and ate it. He felt uncomfortable in his jeans as he watched her. Her perfect plump lips had wrapped around the fork so beautifully. "Shit." He muttered and Dizzy smirked as she swallowed her food.

FP put the fork down and put the plate on the nightstand next to the bed. Without a second thought he pulled her lips to his and kissed her with so much force.

Dizzy could still taste the beer on his lips and now the eggs he had just ate. The salt made her shiver and the pepper had made her skin crawl. FPs tongue slid on her bottom lips asking for entry but she didn't let him. She wanted to be in control as much as she could. But FP was frustrated.

Dizzy felt his hand on her ass and he squeezed making her gasp and he slid his tongue in her mouth. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck trying to bring him closer. She wanted them to melt together so they could feel everything from one another. But the heat did just that.

FP lifted himself up a little and slowly pushed Dizzy on her back never letting their lips fall apart. It was like they were water. Just moving in a perfect pace.

FPs hands slid up the sides of her body making her giggle a little. She was ticklish and FP smirked when she did. He knew her weak spot for next time. But he didn't stop moving his hands up further. His middle finger brushed against a scar and this made Dizzy hiss. FP pulled away from her lips.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" Dizzy shook her head and opened her eyes again.

"It's just a force of habit." Dizzy says and he nods his head. "I promise. I'll tell you when I'm feeling uncomfortable." FP smiled and pushed her hair from her face.

Her beautiful blonde hair was sprawled out on the bed. She was like an angel. FPs personal angel that was only for him. He groaned and kissed her again.

Dizzys hips brushed against his and he quickly gripped her hip to keep her down on the bed. "Don't tease me." FP growled out and Dizzy smiled.

"I have no idea what you are taking about." She says and FP scoffed and left small kisses on her neck. It made Dizzy squirm under him a little bit. FP smirked and moved his lips to her bottom jaw making her moan softly. He found her spot. FP licked and sucked on her soft, olive skin. Dizzys hands had gripped FPs jacket tightly afraid that if she would let go he would leave her alone.

FP didn't want to let her go. He made that clear when he moved small kisses from her jaw to the top of her chest. Her tank top exposed a bit. Her jacket was on the floor after she had woken up and took it off. So FP had no issues sucking on her delegate skin.

Dizzys hand had let go of the jacket and traced her fingers down to the hem of his shirt. She tugged it and this caused FP to look up at her with his tongue still licking her breast. FP sat up a bit and grabbed his jacket and took it off than his shirt was next. This made Dizzys eyes widen when she saw his body. She bit her lip trying to keep a moan in and FP saw her. A fourth year old man still has this body? She was drooling over her bad boy.

He placed the pad of his thumb on her bottom lip and pulled it out of her teeth's hold. "Don't fucking do that." He muttered and Dizzy smirked.

"Why? Does that turn you on?" She asked seductively. He let out a low growl from his chest and it rattled her own. FP leaned down and pressed his lips to hers as her hands started to shake a little. She needed to grab onto something. So her hands had slowly hooked on the sides of his body.

FPs body was warm as she moved her hands around. FPs hand never left her hip that kept her pinned to the bed. Dizzy wasn't expecting this at all. FP didn't either but he didn't let it stop ad his hips slowly dragged against her clothed sex. Dizzy could feel the bulge he now had. It was painfully uncomfortable as he shifted around. Dizzy could tell when he hissed in between the kiss.

So Dizzy helped him out by taking his belt off his pants and throwing it behind her. FP watched with hungry eyes as she unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down as far as she could go. She was slightly struggling as her body was pinned on his own and the bed. "Help me out here, Forsythe." She groaned out a bit and FP kicked his jeans down to the floor leaving him in just his boxers.

"Now this just isn't fair." FP says looking at himself and than her to see she was still clothed. Dizzy smirked and used all her strength to throw FPs back to the bed so she can get her shirt off.

FP grabbed her hips as she straddled him each leg on either side of his body. Dizzy grabbed the bottom of her tank top and gulped when she remembered. Her scars were horrendous, disgusting. FP saw the hesitation on her face. So he sat up a bit and cupped her face.

"You are so beautiful." He muttered and she smiled. This made her feel slightly better. "You don't have to take it off if you-"

"No. I want to." Dizzy cut him off before he could finish it. Dizzy can't be afraid of showing her body off anymore. It was now or never. So Dizzy lifted her tank top and threw it behind her. She had small little pink scars on her stomach. But most of them are on her back.

FP looked at her and he was pissed off. Why would anyone hurt this angel? Why would anyone hurt his beautiful angel? Dizzy felt a bit worried when he didn't say anything. He was just looking at her body with angry eyes.

"I'm sorry-" She says slowly but FP quickly shut her up when he placed his lips on her scared skin. She gasped and her throat clenched feeling like she had been electrified. FP moved to each scar and slowly kissed them. Dizzy started to tear up as he did this. No one did this. No one dared to touch her skin because she was afraid that she would get hurt. A few men had brushed against them but she had made boundaries to which they followed pretty well. FP? He actually gave her a soft feeling that made her chest clench as she held in a sob.

Dizzy Smith doesn't cry. She's a tough woman. She was like her Aunt when she wants to be. Alice and her were more alike than they would both like to admit. They both were head strong and brave. Not once did they cry. Unless it was something that was really horrible. To which this was. For Dizzy anyway.

Dizzy closed her eyes feeling him hold her like she was glass. She hated feeling like that but right now? Dizzy needed this and FP knew that when she held her breath when he kissed the first one.

FP looked up at her and saw the tears falling from her eyes. He just kissed the scar with the rippled look. It was from a bike chain. FP didn't know the story behind each one. But Dizzy can remember each one as if it had happened yesterday.

"Diz?" FP called out but she sniffled and shook her head. She didn't want him to say anything. Dizzy let out a small sigh and wiped her tears away. "That was when I was eight. The first day my father started to beat me." She pointed out a scar that looked like a knife wound. "He stabbed me with a kitchen knife. Told me it was my fault mom got angry at us and went out for a drive." Dizzy closed her eyes again remembering her mother slamming the door and starting the horrible beat-up car. Dizzy flinched as if she could hear the door slam.

FP watched her carefully. Than he moved his finger tips over the one that was about seven inches long. Dizzy took his hand in hers and looked at the scar that ran down her left rib and ended just about near the edge of her jeans. "I got that one when he took a shard of glass from a window Pinky had broke when we were playing baseball and dragged it down." FP was pissed to hear this.

He wanted so badly to beat the shit out of the man who had hurt her when he was supposed to protect her and be their for her. "Pinky watched the whole thing crying for him to stop. Jax took her and they ran out of the house leaving me. I couldn't let them get hurt like I did." She watched as his hands moved to her hip. She sighed as she thought about it.

"I got that one for spilling paint in the garage. He took a screw driver and stabbed it in me. It was fucking painful and my hip was shattered. I told the nurse I fell down some stairs and she believed it taking me to the hospital." Dizzy took his hand and moved it to the back of her shoulder. "This is also where this one comes in. When he found out he took his lighter and burned me for what felt like five minutes."

Dizzy moved FPs hand down to the curve of her back. The one he had touched last. "This one is from a bike chain. My father had gotten angry when Jax messed with his bike. He was about to lash out at Jax but I got in the way. I couldn't lay on my back for three months."

"If that fucker was still alive I'd fucking kill him for hurting you." FP growled out and this made Dizzy smile.

"That's funny. Because before he died in the fire, I was in there trying to help the fuck face. Pinky told me to save him. She told me we can't let him die no matter what he had done. So I jumped into the house and tried to help him. I got burned twice." Dizzy showed him the burns on her arm and the small ones on her hands. FP took them to his lips and kissed them softly. "I don't deserve you." Dizzy whispers and FP glared at her.

"No. If anything I don't deserve you. Dizzy your a fucking badass. You went into a burning house to save the ass hole who hurt you. Dizzy you knocked your brother out who, by the way, is a big fucking guy. You protected your siblings from getting hurt. You protect those who you love and I don't deserve to be one of those people. I do some shitty things that will cost my own life-"

"That's the thing! You don't just do it just for the hell of it. You protect your family. Pinky told me you still look out for Jughead. Which by the way I think she might have a crush on him." She chuckled and FP laughed. "Mr. Jones. If anyone here is protecting anyone. It's you. You don't only protect your family but the town. They don't know it but every gang looks out for their town. I had to do that to Charming. My mother did that." Dizzys hands pushed back his raven locks.

Dizzy played with the small hairs on his head between her fingers. Her green eyes watching it while his blue ones watched her. "You're so perfect. The bad boy that every teenage girl wants so badly." Dizzy says smirking and flicking his hair back. FP rolled his eyes with a smile. "I'm serious." Dizzy leaned closer to his face. Her breath fanned over his face and he felt better knowing she isn't to worried about what's going on around her or on her. "You are a bad boy, but around me?"

"I'm an angel." He joked and Dizzy giggled. He kissed her softly and slow.

"My bad boy angel." Dizzy whispers and FP pushed her back on her back and went back to kissing her body up. She laughed a little when he got her sides. Leaving behind a hot trail of kisses and lustful senses.

It was about to get heated in the trailer but the door on FPs trailer had been knocked on. "Fuck me." Forsythe muttered and Dizzy laughed.

"I'm trying to." FP chuckled getting up to answer the door. He lost his smile when he saw the boy he never thought would even show up at the trailer. "Jughead?" Dizzy sat up hearing those words.

"Hey dad." Jughead says In a low voice. He sounded like he just got his heart broken. FP looked at Dizzy who had just a bra on. Jughead knew his dad would move on from his mom eventually but he didn't think it would be so soon. Or even with someone who is way to young for him.

Dizzy grabbed FPs shirt and put it on standing up. FP moved out of Jugheads way for him to be let in. Jug looked over at where his father had looked at and he saw Dizzy. He never would have thought that the girl who had a crush on him sister is the one fucking his dad.

Jughead crossed his arms on his chest and glared at Dizzy. "Miss. Smith." Jughead says with venom lacing his words. He didn't want this girl anywhere near his father. Especially from what he heard Betty say about her and her fucked up family. She was no good for his dad.

"Jughead. Nice to see you again." Dizzy says with a small smile. FP watched the two carefully. "I think I should go now." Dizzy grabbed her jacket and walked to the door. FP grabbed her arm.

She looked at him and smiled but than looked at Jughead who had a glare still. Dizzy lost her smile and walked out shutting the door behind her. FP wasn't expecting his son to be so angry.

"You're fucking her!? Do you have any idea who she is!?" Jughead yelled at him and FP glared at his son.

"That isn't any of your fucking business." He growled out and began to pick up his clothes putting them on. He went to find his shirt but remembered. Dizzy has it. He smiled and slid on a new shirt.

"It is my business if my dad is gonna keep fucking her-" FP pointed hid finger at his son.

"She isn't just a fuck buddy Jug."

"That's what I'm saying! She is no good! This girl had been in the worlds most dangerous gang. Her mother is the sister of Alice Cooper and to top that all off they are related to the Blossoms! This is one hell of a family tree they have." Jughead says ad his father picked up the kitchen a bit. "You need to let her go-"

"NO! SHE HAS BEEN THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED SO FAR SINCE YOUR FUCKING MOTHER LEFT US!" FP was pissed off. Dizzy was his girl. He was defensive when it comes to her.

"SHE'S TWENTY YEARS OLD!" Jughead yelled out and FP growled out again. He wasn't expecting this time to be fighting but it ended up that way. "I'm only trying to make sure you form get into any trouble. If this bitch-"

"JUGHEAD!" FP yelled and Jug sighed not letting his father words faze him.

"If this girl drags you into something bad dad-" He trailed off. "What happens if you get sent to jail again? Dizzy Smith is bad for you and for everyone else." With that Jughead left the trailer leaving his father to his thoughts and his sons words.

FP leaned in the kitchen sink. What was he going to do? He didn't want to lose Dizzy. She was perfect for him. Like that missing puzzle piece he needs in his life. Sure she has some issues and he didn't know she was related to Alice but Dizzy was special. "Fuck." FP rubbed the back of his neck and went back to cleaning up.