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Present time…
Shifting to lean forward, Maes reaches over to pick up the photo of the twins laying on the coffee table and smiles down at it.
“I staggered further into Amestris until one of our patrols found me and was nearly shot on sight if it weren’t for the uniform,” he smirks back at Roy. “The sergeant in charge still didn’t fully believe I was military until I produced the dog tags of my fallen comrades from my squad.” His smile softens as he adds, “That’s what Kisa was searching for and why she was reaching for my collar when she thought I was another corpse. She said she felt bad for the soldiers and thought that someday she could return the tags to their families. She gave them to me along with her family photos. Once the sergeant saw the tags they took me to the nearest medic and contacted Powers.”
“I’m sure Powers was happy to hear you were alive,” Roy snorts.
“Ecstatic,” Maes quips, setting the photo down again on the table. “Powers was so overjoyed that he tried bringing me up on charges of desertion.”
Roy gapes incredulously, asking, “Are you serious?”
Briefly closing his eyes, Maes nods.
“Not surprisingly, Powers tried covering the entire mess up. The Azambrans claimed Amestris was trying to spy on them. When questioned by the brass, Powers claimed some bandits stole some uniforms from the laundry service to use as a disguise to commit thefts in Azambra and blame Amestris. He then made the orders of the infiltration disappear and tried shuffling personnel records so it looked like all members of the squad were stationed elsewhere. That way he could claim everyone was accounted for.”
Grinning, Maes tucks his hands behind his head and leans back into the sofa.
“Turning up alive really threw a monkey wrench into Powers’ plan. He was gung ho for stringing my ass up on the gallows until I helpfully pointed out I had forwarded a copy of my squad’s orders to some friends in Central. They knew that if anything were to happen to me, they’d show those orders to the brass. Considering the orders included the names of everyone on the squad, there was going to be a lot of uncomfortable questions Powers would have to answer. Needless to say, Powers was sweating bullets.” Smirking over at Roy, he adds, “I had my copy of those orders on me, so if Powers called my bluff and had me searched, he could’ve made those disappear and still covered his ass.”
“Once I got word of the court martial I would’ve stepped in a put a stop to it,” Roy murmurs thoughtfully.
“Maybe,” Maes shrugs, “but things were pretty chaotic at the time. Who knew the night I crossed back into Amestris was the eve of the Promised Day. You might not have gotten word of the situation until it was too late. Powers was trying very hard to settle the matter as quickly.” Leaning his head on the backrest to smile at the ceiling he muses, “It’s a good thing Powers isn’t much of a gambler and folded. In exchange for dropping all charges, he got credit for the idea of sending a squad to investigate several disturbing rumors coming out of Azambra. Thanks to the brave men who sacrificed their lives, the world found out about what was happening there and every man who died got posthumously promoted a rank with all the appropriate benefits going to their survivors.”
“So that’s how the news broke,” Roy smirks.
“It’s why Powers will do anything I ask,” Maes straightens up to smirk back. At Roy’s questioning gaze his smirk morphs into a grin, “Powers was even more alarmed when he learned who I really was. Sending an undercover Brigadier General on a suicide mission after protesting said mission threw his world into a tailspin. Powers is lucky I’m not particularly vindictive or his ass would’ve been busted to private and assigned permanent KP duty.”
Roy’s gaze turns flinty.
“He still might.”
“It worked out and we’ve got a reliable friend watching the southeast for us. Powers won’t screw up like that again. Besides, it helps to have allies in the back pocket like that.”
Roy eyes Maes incredulously, but his friend just waves it off.
“Powers knows not to try sacrificing men for stupid shit like that again, not when I’m watching. He knows he screwed up and got busted for it. He’s not going to repeat that mistake again. Besides, we’re still low on good ranking officers and Powers is a good colonel when his head isn’t up his ass.”
“If you say so,” Roy huffs disbelievingly.
“I do and there is another point to consider,” he reasons, holding his index finger in the air for emphasis. “If it weren’t for Powers’ idiocy, I would’ve never found out about Azambra or met Kyo and Kisa.”
“Why didn’t tell me about all this sooner?” Roy eyes the discarded photo of the twins.
“There was just too much shit going on at the time,” Maes sighs heavily. “If I recall correctly, things were rather chaotic following the Promised Day, rippling on down to the southeast. Hell, we didn’t get a chance to talk until three months later when you finally called to say I could return home to Central. I was being selfish wanting to get back to Gracia and Elicia quickly and pick up my life again. There never really seemed to be the right time to mention it.” His eyes grows distant as he adds, “It was also something only I could deal with, so I focused on doing what I could to get Fuhrer Grumman to mount a force to liberate Azambra.” His brow arches as he fixes his keen gaze back on Roy. “It wasn’t easy with the aftermath of the Promised Day.”
“I remember that being the biggest complaint surging through the ranking officers because we didn’t really have the manpower to spare. However, it was unwarranted because liberating Azambra didn’t take that much effort.”
“Even I was surprised at how easy it was,” Maes nods. “Like most bullies, the People’s Army caved in the face of someone stronger. It certainly was a feather in the military’s cap in the public eye after the failed coup and murder of Bradley. Saving a lesser country from an oppressive rule certainly helped polish things up.”
Dark eyes narrow in keen scrutiny. “What brings up all these memories now?”
Sighing softly, Maes rises from the sofa and walks back to his desk. Selecting a document, he steps back over to Roy and hands it to him before settling back into his seat across from him. He watches Roy’s brow furrows as he reads the letter before looking up.
“So Kisa is applying for asylum in Amestris and asked you to be her sponsor?”
Maes smiles softly and nods. His expression grows somber when he states, “There’s no mention of Kyo. She stayed behind with him and I’m afraid what her coming alone means.”
Roy finishes the thought, “That he’s dead.”
Maes grimly replies, “That possibility makes me determined to bring her to Amestris quickly. I’ve spent the last two hours trying to think of what favors I can call in or who I can strong arm and manipulate in the Immigration Department to speed things up because It could take months to get her here.”
“What are you planning?” Roy arches a brow. “It should be enough that you sponsor this girl so she can immigrate here. It sounds like you’ve got more in mind.”
“I haven’t stopped thinking of Kyo and Kisa since I left Azambra,” he explains, his eyes boring into Roy’s. “There’s always a reminder. Hell, just looking at Elicia is enough or when Ed and Al are around.” A smirk crosses his face when he adds, “Especially the first time I saw Al again and he had his body back. During one of our many conversations about those two, Kyo said he thought it’d be funny if he looked exactly like Al. He didn’t know how right he was.” He sighs again wearily. “Wondering what happened to those two certainly kept me up nights. I want Kisa to come to Central so I can keep an eye on her and help her. It’s the least I can do after everything she and Kyo sacrificed for me.”
“It’s going to take a lot of work,” Roy muses.
“But well worth it,” Maes smiles fondly.
Roy isn’t surprised when he steps back into the outer office of his section and is immediately sighted by the cold, hard gaze of an extremely unhappy Colonel Hawkeye from where she stands by Falman’s desk. Not for the first time he muses she must have a sixth sense regarding his presence because she had been completely engrossed in the report she was reading.
Not that he can blame her. His conversation with Hughes took a couple of hours. Raising a hand, he stops her from unholstering her gun before using the same hand to wave her to follow.
He ignores the confusion in her eyes since she obediently follows him to his office. Stepping inside, he gestures for her to close the door as he settles in behind his desk.
“I need you to get a copy of the immigration procedures for Amestris to Falman,” he orders, reaching into the middle drawer and pulling out a pen. “Have him figure out how to speed up the process for an immigrant. Also, have him look into current policies and restrictions and find any loopholes.” Reaching to his right, he grabs a file from his overflowing inbox and opens it on the blotter. “I want you to find out who we know in Immigration and Naturalization that we can either call in favors to or pressure into speeding up the process for an Azambran refugee. I want it ready by the time I’m done with the generals meeting with the Fuhrer this afternoon.”
Riza arches a brow, as he begins scanning the report.
“What’s going on that involves the Immigration and Naturalization Division?” she finally asks.
“I’m just trying to help out an old friend,” he replies absently. “While you carry out my orders, I’ll get as much paperwork done before the meeting because we may be going for a ride afterward.”
Riza is puzzled, as well as surprised at Roy doing his work willingly.
Deciding not to question it, she salutes, “Yes, sir.”
Heading for the door, she pauses briefly to glance back at Roy, arching a brow before closing the door behind her as she leaves to carry out her orders.
Following another busy three weeks, Maes corners Roy after another generals meeting with the Fuhrer.
Gathering up his documents from the meeting, Maes casually mentions, “Hey, Roy, I hear you’ve been busy lately.”
“No more than usual,” Roy shrugs as he slips his paperwork into a briefcase.
“Isn’t it a bit outside your duties to pester the folks over at I & N,” Maes prods as they walk out of the empty boardroom. “I’ve been making the rounds over there and getting some interesting responses.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb,” the taller man drawls, casting a brief, shrewd look at his friend out of the corner of his eye. “I’ve heard some irritated grumbling about some general badgering to push through the paperwork for one Kisa Namikaze to arrive in Central in another three months. Far less time than the usual ten to twelve months. Apparently, said general went down to the I & N offices nearly a month ago with a certain blonde colonel to personally speak to the head of the division. Does that ring a bell now?”
“Sounds like abuse of rank if you asks me,” Roy muses, continuing to feign innocence.
Shaking his head, Maes’ grin widens.
“Not only are you naïve, but you’re too soft hearted for your own good sometimes. Thanks for helping me out.”
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.”
Ignoring the comment, Roy asks, “What arrangements have been made in preparation for Kisa’s arrival?”
“Not much,” Maes sighs wearily. “Kisa still has to undergo a complete medical evaluation and thorough background check. Immigration officials have to make sure she isn’t a war criminal masquerading as Kisa. The medical exam will happen in Dublith as a special clinic has been set up there for the refugees. She should be arriving there in another two months and it should take a month to get all that done. If all goes well, she should be on her way after that.”
“Why Dublith?” Roy asks in confusion. “Why didn’t they set up a clinic in a city closer to the Azambran border?”
“Because there aren’t any cities large enough to have enough doctors. Dublith is a little out of the way and further west, but has more doctors and specialists and labs than in the eastern or southeastern areas. Plus, it’s cheaper to set up a clinic than to send the doctors closer to Azambra. There are more facilities to house the refugees and the clinic than anywhere else in the entire region.” Stopping by a window in a deserted hallway, he adds, “It’s a sort of last chance to catch anyone we don’t want sneaking into Amestris who may have gotten past all the other hurdles.”
Roy nods, “It wouldn’t be hard for someone wishing to avoid prosecution for their actions in Azambra to hide among the refugees and start over in Amestris. We already have enough problems without any of the more notorious war criminals coming here to start trouble or new criminal enterprises.”
“Exactly. So I’m not unhappy about the fact the refugees have to stay in Dublith for a month to get examined. Another thing we don’t need is for another epidemic to break out like it did in ’04. Dublith has a couple of doctors specializing in pathology that have been recruited to examine them along with other volunteers.”
“Are you planning on taking a trip to Dublith to see Kisa?”
“As much as I’d like to, I can’t,” Maes shakes his head. “We’re still collecting and organizing evidence for the upcoming trials of the Homunculi supporters and conspirators. Two years after the fact and they’re barely going to trial. We can’t afford to screw up now. I did get in touch with Ed and Al’s alchemy mentor and asked her to check on Kisa when she arrives.”
“Izumi Curtis?” Roy arches a brow in surprise.
Maes nods.
“I found out about her from Winry during one of her last visits. I never met the woman, but it seems the boys hold her in great respect. Since she’s the only person I know of in the south, and the boys respect her that much, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask her to check on Kisa while she’s there. Might be a good way for her to start making friends.”
“Maybe,” Roy shrugs. “Izumi Curtis is considerably older than Kisa and you never mentioned the girl knowing any alchemy, so it may be hard for them to find anything in common.”
”You know her?” Maes asks, looking at Roy in surprise.
“From the Promised Day,” Roy states before quietly explaining her involvement. He finishes his explanation, adding, “Although, we fought together she didn’t stick around very long afterward and returned to Dublith with her husband. Otherwise, I don’t know that much about her.”
“Well, no one has made any negative comments about her,” Maes sighs again. “The Elric boys are still abroad in Xing and in the west, so there’s no way I can ask them about her. She sounded responsible on the phone and readily agreed to meet with Kisa. It certainly eases my mind about the whole thing. If all goes well and Kisa hasn’t contracted a communicable disease, she should be here in April.”
“That’s probably a good thing since she comes from a tropical, humid climate. It’ll be rainy, but the conditions will probably be considerably less than what she’s used to. It’s far better than her arriving during the winter when she won’t have any time to prepare for it.”
“She’s going to have plenty of adjustment to do as it is. There are significant differences in culture she’s going to have to get used to.” Shrugging Maes adds, “I’m not too concerned because she and Kyo were very open minded, although I’m sure she’ll still likely be shocked by some things.”
“It’s not like she’s going to be alone during all this. Knowing you and Gracia, you all ready adopted her into your family.”
Maes laughs as he turns to continue down the hallway, calling over his shoulder, “You know us too well.”
Ninety sounds like a large number, but in terms of days, it’s really a short amount of time.
At least, it feels that way to Maes.
He feels like he’s stuck in a whirlwind since receiving Kisa’s application of asylum from I & N. Granted he’s neck deep in preparing for several prominent trials looming ahead, as well as continuing the investigations of several other pending cases. If anything, receiving word she’s alive and wanting to come to Amestris is like a candle on a dark, cold night.
Within two weeks of signing the documents necessary to start her immigration, he receives her first letter. Her words seem hesitant and awkward, like she’s unsure of what to say to him, but he also got the feeling that she might’ve thought he forgot her.
With her letter she includes pictures taken by the Immigration officials. He laughed when she wrote she’s sure he’d remember what she looks like since nearly identical to someone he knows. In every photo she holds a black chalkboard with her name, age and the date scribbled on it. It reminds him of the mug shots taken of arrestees. He also notices she doesn’t smile in any of them and can almost hear Kyo’s worried voice commenting on how she smiled less and less and how much he missed it.
Shaking off those thoughts, he studies the images noting how gaunt and frail she still looks. He figures it’s going to take a lot of effort to get her back to peak health, but knows Gracia already has that covered with her cooking.
Since that first letter, he promptly replies to each one. He frequently declares how excited he and his family are that she’s coming to Amestris. He shares stories of how things have been since he returned and includes photos of Gracia and Elicia. He wants so much to ask about Kyo and what happened to them since he last saw them, but since she hasn’t volunteered that information yet he doesn’t feel right in asking her. It just isn’t something to be discussed in a letter.
Regardless of the lack of information she’s sharing, each letter is a reminder she’s at least alive and doing well enough. So, he’s pleasantly surprised one morning to find another from her tucked in the stack of mail on his desk. Grinning, he rises to his feet to step over to the door and poke his head out.
“Hey, Sheska?”
“Yes, sir?” the brunette replies, looking up from her work.
“I’m closing the door and don’t want to be disturbed.”
As usual, she gives him a confused look before saying, “Yes, sir.”
Closing the door, he begins tearing the letter open as he walks over to one of the sofas in front of his desk and stretches out on his back.
Dear Uncle,
How are you today? I hope you’re in good health. From what you’ve explained, your job sounds hectic and stressful. I know you must work hard if they trust you with such important responsibilities.
How is your family? I hope your wife and daughter are also in good health. Thank you for the pictures of them. I’ll take care of them until I can return them to you.
There might be a delay in my replying to your next letter because it might get misdirected. The camp officials just announced they’re moving everyone to different camps. Those who will stay in Azambra will be moved to a new camp further inland and those of us leaving are moving to a new transition camp just inside Aerugo and next to the Amestrian border.
I wish it wasn’t in Aerugo, but the land on the Azambran side of the Amestrian border is littered with even more land mines than it was when you escaped. Plus, the new camp is close to a main road that continues into Amestris all the way to the nearest military outpost. It’ll make traveling much easier.
I understand why they’re not putting the camp in Amestris, as things are still too unstable and volatile. Life in a refugee camp is chaotic and unpredictable enough as it is, especially when compared to the oppressive control of the work camps.
I know you’ll find this funny, but I’ve heard another reason Aerugo insisted on building and operating the new camp within their borders isn’t because they’re feeling benevolent. Apparently, they’re trying to look better and deflect attention from the fact they were selling weapons to the People’s Army. Well, that’s one rumor going around right now.
Please don’t comment on that, Uncle, because I might be in the new camp by the time your letter reaches me. The way the camp officials explained it, Aerugo military will be running the new camp.
Anyway, this next camp is supposed to be our last one before we can officially enter Amestris. It scares me a little to think I’m about to leave Azambra forever, but at the same time I can’t wait for it to happen. It’s not home anymore and I don’t want to be here anymore.
I’m sorry for not writing more, but I have to finish this letter or I’ll miss sending it out with the courier.
Please give my regards to your family and please take care of yourself.
Sincerely,
Kisa Namikaze
Maes sighs into the stillness as he folds up the letter and broods over it for a long time. He mechanically moves through the rest of the day before sneaking out early to head home.
It’s slow going maneuvering carefully through the frozen, snow accented streets. The snows will continue through late February before Central begins thawing out in preparation for spring. Although, he’s always eager to get home as soon as possible to his family, Maes really wishes he could drive there faster today.
After what feels like an eternity, he parks the car and eases out into the cold, bitter air. Walking up to the front door he glances over to the windows of the sitting room and smiles and waves at his daughter giggling and waving from inside.
He barely closes the front door before his beloved child latches onto his leg like a barnacle, crying, “Daddy’s home!”
Laughing, he reaches down and scoops her up into his arms.
“Yes he is!”
“You’re cold!” Elicia shivers a little in his arms.
“Yes I am,” he kisses her cheek before setting her down. “It’s a little frigid outside. So I guess I’ll have to warm up with some of Mommy’s cooking, won’t I?”
Elicia nods as Gracia walks down the hallway to join them.
“You’re home early,” she comments while helping him out of his coat.
Once his arms are free from the coat he doesn’t give her a chance to hang it up, hindering her with an embrace and passionate kiss while completely ignoring their giggling daughter for a moment. Finally pulling back he leans his forehead to touch hers.
“I snuck out as soon as I could because I got another letter from Kisa today.”
Both Gracia and Elicia’s eyes light up.
“Why don’t you go change while I make some tea to warm you up? Then you can tell us about your day and Kisa,” Gracia suggests.
Reluctantly releasing his wife, Maes nods and heads upstairs to change out of his suit. Minutes later he returns to the kitchen and settles in at the table while Elicia climbs into his lap.
“Daddy is much warmer now!” the little girl giggles while twisting around to hug him.
“Of course,” Maes laughs, returning the hug and kissing the top of her head.
Gracia sets a steaming cup of tea in front of him before sitting down next to him with her own cup.
“How was your day, Maes?”
“Typically busy, but not too bad,” he replies, sipping his tea. “It was a nice surprise to find another letter from Kisa in my mail.”
“I’m surprised you got one from her so soon. I thought the mail would get delayed again because of the bad weather,” Gracia muses.
“I’m not going to question it. As it is it’s very likely my reply will be delayed because she’s moving to another camp.”
Without further preamble, Maes pulls the letter from his pocket and hands it over to Gracia to read. She reads most of it aloud, tacitly omitting the part where Kisa mentions the Aerugo military will be running the next camp and asks him not to comment on it. It just isn’t something either of them can explain to their daughter so she’ll understand.
When she finishes, Gracia smiles, “I’m glad she’s that much closer to getting here.”
“Daddy?” When Maes looks down, Elicia asks, “When is Kisa gonna get here?”
“She’ll be here in April.”
“Can’t we just take a train and pick her up from Ergo so she can get here sooner?”
“It’s Aerugo. Aer-u-go.” Maes grins.
“Eear-roo-go?” she cocks her head.
“Close enough,” Maes chuckles, hugging her reassuringly. “We’ll work on your pronunciation later. Anyway, when someone is moving from another country to here, there’s a lot of paperwork and stuff that has to be done. We can’t go and get her until those things are done and it’s going to take time.”
Elicia snuggles against Maes’ body while hugging him tighter.
“I want to meet the girl who saved my daddy,” she quietly mumbles into his shirt.
Maes tightens his hold around Elicia and kisses the top of her head as Gracia says, “We all do, honey.”
Later that night Maes and Gracia turn in early because of the cold. Pulling her close, he sighs happily.
“That’s more like it,” he mutters. “The perfect end to a perfect day.”
“It’d be even more perfect if Kisa were already here in Central,” Gracia muses, gently rubbing his chest.
“No, it’d be even more perfect if I hadn’t left her and Kyo behind in the first place,” he sighs heavily, tightening his hold around Gracia. “I feel like a terrible person allowing two children to save my ass like that.”
“Maes, you can’t torture yourself over that,” she gently admonishes, looking up into his eyes by the dim light of the full moon filtering through the curtains. “Your options were dwindling fast and those two children understood the situation better than you or they would’ve come with you. They had every intention of crossing with you until it became clear the three of you wouldn’t make it. You can’t blame yourself like you shamelessly threw them to the wolves without a second thought.”
“It sure feels that way,” he replies quietly.
“But it’s not,” she insists. “And you kept your word and did everything you could to hasten the liberation of Azambra. Any other man wouldn’t have bothered.”
“You’re right, honey, but it will always feel like I should’ve done more.”
“I remember you saying once that our efforts will always feel like they fall short when they really don’t.”
“That’s playing dirty using my own words against me like that,” he replies petulantly. Gracia still hears the smirk in his voice despite the annoyed tone.
“Then don’t say them,” she quips, causing him to laugh. “Besides, you’re ignoring the fact you’ve given hope back to Kisa.”
The silence stretches out before Maes’ confused voice asks, “Why do you say that? I thought her letter was rather abrupt.”
It’s Gracia’s turn to sigh wearily.
“It wasn’t obvious, but it’s still not hard to see the hopefulness in her letter. I can tell that as scared as she is to leave everything behind, she’s eager to move on with her life as soon as possible.”
“Do I need to chalk that up to a woman’s intuition thing? Because I didn’t see that at all.”
“I hope our next child is a boy,” she sighs again, “because I truly worry about you if we end up with all girls.”
Maes laughs as he presses a kiss to the top of her head.
“Just clue me in when I’m being dense and I’ll be fine.”
“Maes,” Gracia begins hesitantly. “There’s something I’ve been thinking about since you returned to us after the Promised Day.”
“What is it?” he asks, frowning in the darkness.
“After you shared the entire story of what happened to you in Azambra I’ve always felt we owed Kyo and Kisa an extraordinary debt. I’ve lost count of the nights we stayed up worrying over them.” Tightening her arms around his torso, she adds, “I was overjoyed when you told us about Kisa applying for asylum here and it reminded me of a thought I’ve often had for the past two years. Should Kyo and Kisa make it to Amestris they should move in with us.”
“Are you saying we should have Kisa move in with us?” Maes interrupts, surprise coloring his voice.
“I think it’s the least we can do. She has no family left to take care of her and I feel she’s already earned a very special place with us.”
“Is that why you suggested I include our family photos with my letters to her? Because I’ll admit at first I thought that might be rubbing salt in her wounds. Were the photos supposed to get her more comfortable with you and Elicia?”
Maes feels her nod against his chest.
“With you as well. She only knew you for about two months. She obviously wasn’t comfortable writing to you after so long because she sounded far more hesitant in her first two letters. I thought the photos would make us feel less like strangers to her.”
“I don’t know how I got you to agree to become my wife, but I’m lucky to be married to such a brilliant woman,” he murmurs softly, raising a hand to angle her chin so he can kiss her soundly.
After a few, pleasurable moments, Maes pulls back and leans his forehead against hers. “Since we’re on the subject of expanding our family, would now be a bad time to consider getting to work on a little brother or sister for Elicia?”
He grins at the stunned look in Gracia’s eyes. “Not that I’m opposed to it,” she finally ventures, “but I didn’t think it was a good time to bring it up yet.”
Smiling fondly, he presses his lips gently against hers before saying, “There’s never a bad time to discuss it. Granted, things were too crazy for us when I returned and we focused on enjoying our second chance more than anything. But I think we should go back to our original plan of having a big family. Besides,” he purrs huskily, “I’m a respectable family man and can’t exactly cut loose with nights of drunken debauchery, but I’d much rather cut loose with my own wife.”
“You’re incorrigible,” she replies fondly. “I’d love to have another baby with you.”
“Then let’s get to work, shall we?” Maes whispers before capturing her lips again.
Gracia loses all awareness as his tongue tenderly explores her mouth. She sighs as he rolls her onto her back, pinning her body to the mattress with his. She wraps her arms around him, bringing him closer while thoroughly enjoying his kiss.
She moans softly into his mouth when she feels his right hand grasping and kneading her breast through her nightgown.
Deciding to move things along, she drops her hands from his shoulders to begin unbuttoning his pajama shirt. After loosening the last button her hands caress his torso, gently tracing his nipples and the various scars dusting his skin.
Maes pulls back from the attention he’s lavishing on her neck to grin down at her in the darkness.
“Well, that’s not fair. You have all access and I don’t. I guess I’ll have to rectify that.”
Without throwing off the covers and exposing them to the cool air of the room, Maes lifts his body off of hers and starts tugging her nightgown up over her hips with one hand. Not taking her eyes off her husband’s smoldering gaze, she lifts her hips to make it easer while pushing her panties down her thighs.
Taking care of the nightgown first, Maes drags it up her torso to her breasts. When her butt touches down on the mattress again, he snakes an arm under her to lift her up enough where she can finish pulling the nightgown up over her head and discards it off to the side onto the floor as he eases her back onto the mattress. Reaching down he slides her panties off her legs and tosses them. Leaning in he reclaims her mouth. Delicate hands slide up to his shoulders and tries pushing his shirt off.
Breaking away again, he chuckles, “I guess it’s not fair that I still have my clothes on, is it?”
“No it’s not since you were the one complaining about limited access,” she admonishes, amusement coloring her tone.
“Another easy fix,” he purrs as he briefly straightens up to slip his shirt off, causing the covers to completely fall away from them.
Easing off the bed he drops his pants and underwear down his legs, stepping out of them. The coolness of the room entices him back into bed quickly and he straddles his wife while pulling the blankets back over them.
“That’s better,” he sighs in relief. “I wish we could go back to sleeping naked.”
“That was before Elicia was old enough to have nightmares and want to climb into bed with us,” Gracia reminds him huskily as he resumes lavishing attention on her neck.
“Still was easier whenever we were feeling in the mood,” he murmurs between the kisses he’s trailing down to her breasts.
Gracia’s only response is to moan throatily as he clamps down on a nipple pert from the cold. Her hands ceaselessly explore the entire length of his body before dropping down to his ass where she spends some time kneading and massaging both cheeks before tracing her fingertips up and down along his seam with one hand while the other cradles and caresses his balls, knowing it’ll drive him crazy.
She smiles as he pauses in lavishing attention on her left breast to groan in pleased approval. Abandoning her breasts, he moves back to her mouth to kiss her senseless again. Shifting his weight onto one arm he continues kissing her while his free hand strokes down her body to her crotch and begins exploring. Reluctantly breaking their kiss, he hovers over her, watching her face as his fingers dig and prod in her increasingly slick folds. Her brow furrows and her eyes keep closing briefly as he pushes deeper to caress between each soft fold or to invade her womb or lower down to her asshole. He enjoys watching her lips part as soft moans pass over them.
Feeling he needs to stoke her flames more, he trails his fingers back up and repeatedly pushes four of them noisily into her. One of her hands continues kneading his ass and tracing his split. He watches as her free hand joins his and caresses herself, coating her fingers. His eyes locks on her lusty gaze as she softly gasps for breath while both their hands deeply invade her. Her eyes close and her back arches again when his thumb stretches to push aside the covering of her nub and starts caressing and pressing on it. Biting her lower lip to muffle a deep, throaty moan, her head lolls to the side. She pulls her hand out and slick fingers reach over to grab his aching, hard length.
It’s Maes turn to swallow a loud moan as she caresses along his shaft, tugging firmly and squeezing him.
“That’s it,” he whispers while thrusting into her hand as she thrusts into his.
“Maes,” her husky voice softly breaks into the gasping breaths and soft moans filling the room.
His questioning eyes lock onto hers.
“Please, Maes, please, can we?” she begs.
Feeling mischievous, he grins wickedly before swooping in to kiss her as he slides his hand from between her legs to pull her close against him. She groans into his mouth and wraps her legs around his waist, thrusting against him in desperation.
Releasing her mouth, he kisses along her cheek to her ear where he spends a few moments tonguing the grooves, before whispering seductively in her ear, “It’ll be worth the wait.”
Gracia sighs softly in frustration as he moves down her body again, annoying her while simultaneously making her even more desperate for release by molesting her breasts with his mouth and hands. Lifting his mouth from her breasts, his hands slide down between her legs, spreading them wide before inching backwards, deeper under the covers to tangle his tongue with her lips. She arches her back and is unable to hold back her loud moan of pleasure.
“Maes, please,” she chokes out as her head continues lolling from side to side.
Lifting his head, he listens from under the covers as he pushes his hand up to his wrist completely inside of her, causing Gracia to cry out, “Maes!”
Feeling her muscles clenching around his gently pumping fist he knows she’s getting close to climaxing. He grins wickedly as he lowers his mouth and traces his tongue around his wrist where her soft flesh grips his, sometimes forcing it within the edge. She cries out again when he pulls back the hood of her nub with his free hand and gently chews on her, causing her hips to pump against him harder.
“Maes, I’m, I’m…” she trails off with another loud moan before she reaches over to grab his abandoned pillow to cover her face and screams into it.
Maes can’t help laughing as she gushes around his hand. He continues pumping his fist into her until he feels the spasming of her muscles subside. Gently pulling his wrist free he rests his coated hand on her crotch, continuing to gently massage and probe her while he crawls back up to emerge from under the covers. Moving the pillow out of the way, he lustily reclaims her mouth.
He feels her grasping his wrist and pulling it from her all the way up to their faces. She breaks the kiss to gaze at him, her eyes still glassy from her orgasm and he could feel her body still trembling underneath him. He watches in fascination as she seductively proceeds to lick his hand clean.
He restrains himself long enough to let her completely clean his hand before taking her face in both hands and kissing her deeply. Reaching down, he spreads her legs again before guiding himself to her eager entrance. They break apart again when his crown gently probes her. She gazes lovingly at him as he pushes into her at an excruciatingly slow pace, knowing he’s doing it on purpose, but enjoying the small tortures he puts her through. When he’s buried up to the hilt, she wraps her legs and arms around him to pull him close and kiss him deeply until he breaks off moments later to lean his forehead against hers and gaze into her eyes.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you too,” she whispers back with a soft, tender smile.
Her eyes drift closed and a long, drawn out moan escapes her lips as her head falls back against the pillow when Maes begins slowly thrusting into her. He sets a deliberately slow pace, taking long strokes to build her up again. Her eyes remain closed as he watches her face scrunch up and relax repeatedly in ecstasy. Her head constantly rolls from side to side as soft moans and grunts escape her lips.
Gracia has always been noisy in bed and he loved breaking her control by causing her to cry out and moan loudly. He quickened his pace when he felt her inner muscles start tightening around him again, their increasingly loud breaths filling the stillness of the room along with the wet slapping of his cock slamming in and out of her. Gracia’s thrusts increase in desperation as her nails dig into his shoulders.
“Maes?” she groans, arching her back as he nails her sweet spot with a thrust.
“Yes, honey?” he teases breathlessly before gently scraping his teeth along her throat. He smiles at her moan.
Struggling to regain her senses she breathlessly begs, “Maes, please, harder.” Pausing to moan loud and long since he moved down to chew on a breast, it takes her a few more minutes to try again. “Maes, p-please, I-I need t-to…”
Maes chuckles, before moving to reclaim her mouth again. Teasing her, he asks, “Please, what?”
He laughs at her glare and retaliates by nailing her sweet spot again with a viciously hard thrust.
Arching her back and blinking against the stars in her vision, she gasps, “Oh my god!”
“Not yet, honey,” Maes breathlessly chuckles. “But I would like to hear you beg some more and tell me what you want.”
“Maes,” she pauses to swallow. “Please, I’m begging you, I really need a release.”
“Oh? Is that all,” he grins.
“Please…” she moans, closing her eyes and enjoying the building pressure.
“Need it that badly?” he asks tenderly, reaching up to caress her face.
Opening her pleading eyes, she nods.
“Yes, please, I need it now.”
Smiling, he kisses her again deeply before pulling back to start slamming into her earnestly.
“Yes…that’s it…please, Maes…” she wantonly moans.
Her hands grip his hips as they slam into her. Maes watches her face, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open, gasping and moaning.
Lifting her hips higher he increases his speed as he drills deeper into her. He knows today is her most fertile one of the month, so chances were really good of her getting pregnant tonight. If not, they were going to have lots of fun trying every night. He was looking forward to seeing to her every need, especially the sexual ones. She was much more sensitive when she was pregnant and he loved exploiting that with every perversion he could think of.
Feeling his own balls clenching, he reaches between them to push back her hood and pinch her nub. Tugging on it in time with his thrusts, it’s mere moments before she grabs the pillow and screams into it even louder than before. The violent clenching of her muscles does him in and he moans loudly as his seed gushes into her.
“Yes…” he echoes as he continues thrusting into her. “That’s it…uh….”
Gracia’s only answer is to push the pillow off of her as her body weakly moves in response to his decreasing thrusts.
Maes grunts with his last spasm as he bonelessly eases onto her body, not even bothering to pull out while framing her face in his hands and invading her mouth with his tongue.
Breaking off a few minutes later, he looks down at his thoroughly debauched wife and grins. Pulling her close, his shifts them onto their sides where they can snuggle closer.
“Let’s sleep a bit before going at it again,” he suggests, guiding her head to tuck under his chin.
“You’re incorrigible,” he feels Gracia smile against his skin before they both drift off to sleep.
Maes thinks it’s weird how the time seems to be moving simultaneously slow and fast. He tries avoiding counting how many days until Kisa arrives, but his curiosity often gets the better of him as he frequently calculates how long until she’s in Central.
Leaning back in his chair, he swivels it around to glance out into the frosty March afternoon. The patches of snow often framing the windowpanes of his home office gives way to icy sheets of water frozen overnight before the weak sunlight could dry it.
The house is silent as Elicia is taking a nap and Gracia is busy in the kitchen. Naturally, the ringing of the phone jars him from his reverie as if shocked by electricity.
More annoyed with himself than by the interruption, he picks up the receiver.
“Hughes here.”
“Is that how all military answer the phone?” an unfamiliar female voice demands. “It’s very unprofessional if it is.”
Pulling the receiver away to briefly arch an incredulous brow at it, he places back against his ear to reply, “It discourages calls from people we don’t want to hear from.”
“Well, you’ll want to take this call,” the voice huffs. “This is Izumi Curtis and you’re the one who called me out of the blue to check on your ward, remember?”
Understanding and relief lights up green eyes as his expression relaxes in relief.
“Mrs. Curtis! My apologies. The ringing of the phone startled me because I wasn’t expecting any calls. How are you doing? Kisa should be in Dublith by now. Have you been able to see how she’s doing?”
“I’m fine,” Izumi tersely replies, ignoring his comments on being startled. “As for Kisa, why don’t you talk to her yourself? She’s sitting right here and would like to speak to you.”
“Yes, I would,” he eagerly replies. “Please put her on.”
Maes’ smiles widens when he finally hears a voice he wasn’t sure he’d ever hear again.
“Hello? Uncle Maes?” Kisa’s voice greets hesitantly over the line.
“Kisa,” he begins warmly. Pausing momentarily, he swallows the lump that suddenly lodged in his throat before the words tumble from his mouth. “I don’t even know where to begin. How are you? How was your trip? When did you get in? Have they finished all your medical exams? Have they finished processing your paperwork yet? Do you know when you’ll be able to come to Central?”
He wonders if they got disconnected when all he hears is silence.
“Uh…” she begins hesitantly. “Which question do you want me to answer first?”
“All of them,” he chuckles. “All right, let me try this again. How are you?”
He can hear the smile in her voice as she answers, “I’m fine, Uncle. It was a long trip, but a good one. It was a little scary riding the train for the first time, but I enjoyed it. Just cramped in the cars with all the other refugees and noisy. I liked seeing the landscape change through the window, especially at night when it was a full moon. And we arrived two weeks ago.”
“Two weeks ago? I thought your train was supposed to come in a week ago?” he asks in confusion.
“They hastened the departure time because there was a rumor of an impending retaliation attack by the People’s Army. Despite the fact the last transition camp is located well-within Aerugo soil and the People’s Army would never boldly invade just to attack a refugee camp, the Aerugo military insisted those who were coming to Amestris had to leave immediately or get stuck there for months until they decided it was safe enough.”
Maes can almost hear her rolling her eyes as she sighs softly in frustration.
“I think they just wanted to pawn their burdens onto Amestris as soon as possible.”
“To keep up appearances of doing something benevolent without taxing their resources too much,” he concedes her point.
“Exactly,” Kisa drawls. “It wasn’t so bad for me, but it was unnerving for the families. Many were scrambling to get their paperwork done right because the immigration officials said if they weren’t, people could get shipped back to the camp. That could’ve easily meant families getting split up and no one wanted to do that again.”
“Makes perfect sense,” Maes replies softly, knowing she’s referring to how families were broken up by the People’s Army and separated into the work camps. “Speaking of paperwork, how is your processing going? Have they cleared you medically and given you an idea as to when you’ll get here?”
He can hear her smiling again as she replies, “My processing is going well, Uncle. I’ve been cleared medically, but I have to wait until there have been enough refugees cleared before they’ll send us on our way.”
“The military did that for security reasons,” he explains. “Having everyone traveling together and isolated from the rest of the passengers before the final processing in Central makes it easier for security to spot any war criminals trying to avoid prosecution who have made it past everything so far.”
“That makes sense,” Kisa agrees. In a softer voice she adds, “I just want to get to my final destination.”
“You’re almost here,” Maes replies fondly. “You have no idea how happy that makes me. And Gracia and Elicia are so excited to finally get to meet you!”
“Me too,” she replies almost shyly. “Excuse me one moment, Uncle.” Maes patiently waits as she briefly speaks with Izumi before coming back on the line. “I’m sorry, Uncle, but I have to go and help with dinner.
“That’s okay, Kisa. We’ll talk again later. Is Mrs. Curtis close by? I’d like to speak to her again, please.”
“Yes, she is. I’ll talk to you soon. Take care of yourself, Uncle.”
“You too, Kisa.”
Within moments Maes hears Izumi’s voice back on the line. “Yes?”
“I want to thank you again for checking on Kisa and to thank you for calling me and allowing me to speak with her, Mrs. Curtis.”
“You can drop the formality and call me Izumi,” Izumi admonishes in a softer tone.
Maes chuckles. “Only if you’ll call me Maes.”
“Deal. Oh, Kisa forgot to mention this, but she’s going to be staying with us for the rest of the month into April.”
“She is?” he asks in surprise. “Normally they’d keep her quarantined with the rest of the refugees.”
“I asked and Colonel Jakkals, who’s in charge, gave me permission since she was cleared medically. She looks like she could use more than a few good meals and I doubt she’ll get that at compound.”
“That she does,” Maes replies fondly. “Thank you for taking care of her. If there’s anything I can do or if you need me to come down to Dublith, please let me know.”
“She’ll be fine,” Izumi verbally waves it off. “But I’ll call you if I need to.”
“All right. Since she’s staying with you, I’ll call about this time next week,” he promises.
“Okay. I’ve got to go start dinner, so until next week.”
“Goodbye.”
Maes gently replaces the handset on the cradle and smiles fondly at the phone. Rising to his feet, he heads straight for the kitchen. Having just set out two teacups onto the table, Gracia blinks at him in surprise.
“I was just about to come call you for some tea.”
“I guess I just saved you the trouble then,” he grins, stepping over to embrace her while kissing her deeply.
She’s surprised, but melts into his arms anyway before he breaks the kiss moments later to place his forehead against hers.
“Good news. I just got a surprise call from Izumi Curtis in Dublith. She’s the one I asked to go check on Kisa when she arrived there. Well, I got to speak with Kisa.”
“Really?” Gracia gapes at him in surprise.
“Really,” he assures her fondly. “Izumi got permission from the colonel in charge of the refugee compound for Kisa to stay with her until they clear enough refugees for the trip to Central.” Sighing in relief he admits, “When I heard her voice, I felt an anxiousness I wasn’t aware of melt away.”
Pulling back, Gracia reaches up to cup his face with one hand.
“Maes, you’ve been worrying over her and Kyo this entire time. You needed something more than letters and photos to convince you she’s finally going to be okay.”
“I guess I just fooled myself that becoming her sponsor was enough when it wasn’t,” he smiles softly.
Returning his smile, she strokes his face, suggesting, “Sit down and tell me about your conversation.”
Sneaking one more kiss, Maes settles in at the kitchen table and tells her about the phone call.
When he finishes, Gracia smiles, “That’s very generous of Izumi to take care of Kisa like that.”
“I’m surprised Colonel Jakkals allowed it, but I’m not going to question it. It’ll be nice for Kisa to step away from the chaos of refugee life for a bit.”
“I imagine staying with Izumi will be a lot calmer for her,” Gracia muses. “And probably something she’ll need before she arrives here and begins trying to adjust to her new life.”
“It’s going to be a lot,” Maes agrees. “I was thinking one way to help her begin adjusting is to have a dinner that night to welcome her. Nothing too fancy, just my staff plus Roy and his staff.”
Gracia considers the idea before slowly shaking her head.
“That might be too soon for Kisa. She’ll be coming off a very long train ride from Dublith and the sheer size of Central will likely be overwhelming. She may need a few days to feel comfortable in her new surroundings first. Besides,” she pauses to angle her head to gaze pointedly at her husband, “how do you think she’ll react to Lt. Col. Armstrong?”
Maes cringes at the image in his head.
“You’re right. Some of my colleagues may be far too colorful for her to experience that soon.”
“That’s a nice way of putting it,” she quips.
“I do try,” he winks back. “Okay, how about a special dinner out with just the four of us?”
“That’d be nice, but I can make dinner instead so she’ll have more time to get comfortable with us at home since she’ll be living with us.”
“I was trying to save you the trouble of cooking, sweetheart,” Maes softly points out, reaching for her hand across the table.
Taking his hand, she squeezes it reassuringly.
“I don’t mind. I just think that she’ll relax more over a dinner at home.”
“You’re probably right,” he agrees, caressing the back of her hand with a thumb. “I remember her mentioning once that one of her favorite foods was an Aerugo pasta dish with mussels, scallops and spicy sausage.” Maes smirks, adding, “Kyo teased her mercilessly claiming that’s why she has to be adopted, she didn’t like Azambran food, which prompted Kisa to slug him hard in the upper arm.”
Gracia laughs, replying, “I think I can manage that. I don’t make fish dishes often, so I may stay home that day to focus on getting it right for her.”
“Thanks, sweetheart,” he squeezes her hand again. “It’s going to be hard staying patient until she gets here.”
“Just do your best and it’ll be over before you know it,” she reassures him, squeezing his hand one more time.
“Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me!”
Blowing out a frustrated breath, Maes rereads the innocent looking memo from hell. He just can’t believe it. A mandatory, daylong budget meeting is scheduled next week for April 15th; the day Kisa’s train arrives in Central.
“Damn it, there’s no getting out of this,” he grumbles into his empty office.
He has every reason to be ticked. He cleared his schedule that day and planned on leaving work early to meet Kisa at the station. He wanted to spend the day with her getting reacquainted.
Scowling down at the memo he rereads the line stating the meeting should let out early in the afternoon. Not much of a consolation, but he supposes it’s better than nothing.
Leaning back in his chair to prop his feet up on the desk, he tucks his hands behind his head and considers his options.
He doesn’t want to burden Gracia with meeting Kisa at the train station. She has enough to do preparing for dinner that night. His only option is to abuse his rank. It’s one of the many perks he loves and shamelessly enjoys.
Dropping his feet back onto the floor, he stands up and leaves his office.
“I’ll be right back, Sheska,” he tells his baffled secretary in passing.
Strolling a short distance down the hallway, he steps inside the group offices of the rest of his Investigations Division. Returning the salutes of various office staff, he crosses to a far corner of the room to the abutting desks of Captain Maria Ross and 2nd Lt. Denny Brosh.
Maria spots him first and stands at attention to salute Maes. As usual, Denny promptly follows her lead a beat or two behind.
“At ease you two,” Maes returns their salutes. “I came to ask you both to do something for me.”
“What is it, sir?” Maria asks, tilting her head in curiosity.
“Next week on the 15th at about eight in the morning the 2150 from Dublith will be arriving at Central Grand Station. Four cars are specially designated for Azambran immigrants. I can’t go meet it as planned, so I need you two to pick up Kisa Namikaze for me once she’s processed and given the green light by the security personnel in charge.”
“You don’t even have to ask, boss,” Denny smiles. “Where are we supposed to take her afterward? Are we supposed to bring her back to your office?”
“I’m going to be stuck in a budget meeting most of the day,” Maes grumbles. “I don’t want her to be stuck waiting for me, so I was wondering if you two could show her around Central Command and keep her occupied until I can escape. There’s a lunch break scheduled, so I can meet you three in the mess hall. Afterward I’ll need you continue keeping Kisa company until after the meeting.”
“I’m sorry sir,” Maria begins hesitantly. “Morning and lunch isn’t a problem, but I’m scheduled to oversee a hand-to-hand training session that afternoon.”
“Same for me too, boss,” Denny replies sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “I’ve got my weapons recertification scheduled that afternoon. I’m free in the morning too and would be happy to show Kisa around, though.”
Sighing heavily, Maes runs a hand through his hair.
“Well, it can’t be helped. She’ll only have to wait a couple of hours for me in my office and I have two sofas she can stretch out and nap on if she’s feeling tired.”
“You mentioned the train is coming in from Dublith, so she probably will be tired, sir,” Maria points out.
“Okay,” he nods. “That’s going to be the best we can manage. Thank you both for taking care of her for me in the morning. That takes a load off my mind.”
“You’re welcome, sir,” Maria smiles warmly.
“Anytime, boss,” Denny echoes.
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