The Alchemists Guide to Relationships Part 1: Lust
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Title: The Alchemists Guide to Relationships Part One: Lust
Author: Missb
Archived: At my Livejournal, any further archiving of my fiction is strictly prohibited unless cleared by me.
Summary: Join Edward Elric as he attempts to navigate the winding roads of adult relationships, with mixed results.
Part One Summary: Ed meets up with an old friend and develops a physical relationship that could eventually lead to more, that is, if other factors don\'t get in the way first.
Rating: NC-17 for sex scenes.
Pairings: M/F, hidden
Feedback: Greatly appreciated, constructive or otherwise.
Characters: Edward Elric
Beta’s: Saturnstars
Author Notes: romance, drama, angst. AU and slight OOC (since it takes place three years after the series ended, we have to assume that Ed\'s changed a bit.) Spoilers up to episode 48. Ed-centric
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist does not belong to me and I make no profit from any of these tales.
The Alchemist’s Guide to Relationships: Lust
Chapter 4
What’s it to you?
It loomed before him greater than any he had seen before, even in the place of dark memories, pain, and forced information. If he squinted just right, the swirl or knotted wood in the center even resembled an eye. He felt twelve years old again and ready to walk in for the first time. He always knew he’d have to face this someday. Well, he had better just get it over with.
Before opening the door, Ed sculpted his face into an annoyed scowl. Pulling his posture as straight and as tall as possible, he walked into Mustang’s office.
As usual, the Brigadier General was seated behind his desk, not working. His staff, all present and accounted for, occupied the other desks in the room, all at least pretending that his arrival wasn’t the event that they had been anxiously awaiting.
“Fullmetal, how gracious of you to pull yourself out of bed and come visit us.”
“Ed, Buddy,” Breda spoke, “you look exhausted.”
A couple members of the staff snickered and Ed’s eyebrow twitched. “So you all know. And I take it that, from all the stares I got walking in here, you’ve told everybody.”
His only answer was another round of laughter. Walking to the couch, he sat down, “Okay, let’s get this over with.”
With that, everyone stopped pretending to work, except for Hawkeye who really was working, and turned to him. He watched as they all came to gather around him, all except for Breda, who slipped from the room nearly unnoticed.
“So, Melissa, huh?” Havoc asked.
“Yeah.”
“How much older than you is she?”
“Only nine years.”
“Nine, huh?” Mustang spoke up, “You’re lucky. Being with an older woman is quite a treat, don’t you agree?”
“I’ve hardly known her for a week! What makes you think I’ve slept with her?” Ed shouted.
“We saw her in your apartment, wearing only your shirt.” Fuery piped up.
“I’m not saying anything about that.” Ed tried to hide the blush by turning away from the group.
“Oh, come on,” Havoc pushed, “I want to hear.”
Ed was saved from anymore questions by the door bursting open. Breda was standing in the doorway, holding what had to be the most obscenely shaped cake he’d ever seen. Strategically arranged, were the words ‘Congratulations Fullmetal’ written in icing.
The whole staff burst out laughing at the look on his face and all he could say was, “I’m not eating that.”
***
“You guys suck!” In a truly childish display, Ed slammed the door closed and kicked it for good measure. This only caused the people on the other side to laugh harder. Passing soldiers turned their heads to see what the ruckus was about. Upon seeing a furious alchemist, they turned away and quickly left. He didn’t care. He was angry, humiliated, and covered in cake. Using his hands, he began wiping the food off his face and flinging it on the clean floor, not caring that he was making a mess.
“Here, use this.”
Ed looked up as a towel was put in front of his face. So enraged, he didn’t even see the Captain standing there.
“Thanks.” He took the towel and began picking cake out of his hair.
A passing group of soldiers saw him standing there. Whispering amongst themselves they suddenly called out in unison, “Congratulations Fullmetal!”
“Screw you!” He hollered back.
The group broke out into uproarious laughter and one among them called out as they walked away, “Hey, Ed, you’ve got cake on your face!”
“Ugh!” Ed watched them leave; making note of their faces so that he could kick their asses later. “Did everyone see that damn cake?”
“There were pictures.” Hawkeye answered as stoic as ever.
Ed stared at her, hoping she was kidding. She wasn’t.
“You should take these.” Hawkeye pulled an envelope out of a pocket hidden inside of her jacket and gave it to Ed.
Ed blinked in surprise and took it from her, “What’s this?” Opening it, he pulled out two tickets.
“Tickets to a show tonight. Consider it an apology from the Brigadier General.”
“In that case…” Ed viciously stuffed the tickets back in their envelope and made like he was going to tear them in half.
“Actually,” Riza calmly explained before he could go through with it. “Mustang was going to use them for his date tonight, but I decided he won’t need them.”
Eyeing the Captain to discern if she was lying or not, Ed held the pose a moment before deciding to believe her. “On second thought…” Ed shoved the envelope in his pocket. “Good day, Captain.” He saluted and walked off, Hawkeye doing the same.
***
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Ed mumbled as he ran to get the ringing phone. He had called Clara at work to let her know that he was taking her out to the show. She was delighted and now, freshly showered and shaved; he only had a couple hours until their date.
Rounding the corner to the living room, he finished dressing himself, pulling the belt through the buckle and adjusting the clasp to the proper tightness.
“Hello.”
“Ed! Hi!” The extremely familiar female voice said.
“Winry!” He was excited to hear her voice, and then something occurred to him. Why would she call him unless… “What’s wrong?”
The voice laughed. “Nothing, you big freak.”
“Oh,” Ed’s voice was relived and a little embarrassed, “then…why are you calling?”
“I was just checking to see if you came back from your mission.” The question was there in her voice. The one she always never asked; ‘Are you alright?’
Ed sat on the couch, “I came back Monday. It wasn’t even that exciting of a mission. I didn’t even get to hit anyone.” ‘Yeah, everything’s okay.’
“But you were gone so long.”
“I know!” Ed agreed, as outraged as she. “All I did was chase around a rumor and step in cow patties.”
“Huh?”
“I was in Paro.”
“Oh,” There was a slight giggle, “I know how you hate cows.”
“Yeah, and these ones were so big they made Nelly’s look like house cats.” She giggled at his joke and it felt nice to hear someone laughing when the joke wasn’t on him. “So where’s Al?”
“He ran to the store for Granny.”
“Oh,” his voice became serious, “How is he?” Ed bit his lip as he waited for her to answer the question. Anytime he asked Al, he’d just put on a fake smile that mirrored one of his own and tell Ed he was ‘fine.’ With Winry, he always knew she’d give it to him straight.
“…Well…mostly, he just misses you. I catch him staring off into the distance sometimes but when I ask him what’s wrong, he only says ‘nothing.’ Other that that, he’s fine. Oh!” Her voice perked up, “I think he has a crush.”
“Really…who?” His voice was slightly skeptical.
“Some girl in the village. I don’t know her that much but she works in the Deli. I think her name is Amelia.”
“How old is she?” This was what Ed always worried about when he thought about his brother’s future with women. He was an eighteen year old in a thirteen year old body, and he always wondered what end of the spectrum he’d be attracted to. His soul was more mature than the thirteen year old girls, but his body was too young for the eighteen year old girls.
“Fourteen. But from the way Al talks about her, she’s mature for her age.”
“So, he’s told you he likes her?” Ed worried his lip waiting for the answer. If Al had told Winry, then Edward knew he’d feel a little left out. Al was supposed to come to him with those things.
“No, but a girl can tell.” There was a pause before Winry spoke again. “So Ed, when are you coming back for another visit?”
Ed sighed and gave her the same answer as always, “First chance I get.”
“Well, aren’t you on leave now!?”
“Only for a few more days.” Ed didn’t mean to be so snippy with her, but lately she had been pestering him more and more about his inevitable return.
“So what have you been doing? Why didn’t you come over?”
Ed sighed; he might as well tell her. She’d only get upset if she found out on her own later. “Well…I kind of…met someone.”
“…”
The silence on the other end worried and confused him. “Winry?”
“…a female someone?” The voice was timid and cautions and so un-Winry like that he was thrown for a loop.
“Yeah.”
“…oh.”
“Winry, is something the matter?”
Her tone changed extremely fast. “N-no! Everything’s fine! Hey, you have been taking care of your auto-mail, right?”
“Of course!” Ed still felt dizzy from her change of tone. “Well…there was this incident with a muddy cow pond in Paro. I had it cleaned there and the guy messed with the ports.” He started talking quickly. It was strange. He knew he was getting himself in trouble, while he was getting himself in trouble, and yet, his mouth just wouldn’t stop. “I’m sorry Winry! I tried to stop him but he did it before I knew what was happening!”
“WHAT!”
Ed slammed the phone down in fear, Winry’s voice still ringing in his ear. A moment later, it rung again and he jumped. Grabbing his shoes and coat, he fled the apartment.
***
The week’s cold and cloudy weather was finally beginning to recede that evening. Strong winds that afternoon had blown away the thick white clouds and allowed the sun to spotlight over the city. The rain had washed away mountains of snow, whose puddles had evaporated in today’s rising temperatures. Now, the sun slowly sunk in the western sky, coloring the twilight in shades of orange, blue, violet, and red. A few clouds still hovered in the sky, the dusk making them appear fantastical in their lavender glory.
This was the sight that greeted Ed as he pulled the borrowed car up to the curve of the Western Towers apartment building and set the brake. A few puddles still littered the ground and he carefully avoided them, not wanting to get his nice shoes dirty.
Looks weren’t his first priority in life and it always made him feel odd when a person complimented them. Certainly he was aware of why some people found him attractive; golden hair and eyes, a slim muscular build that had recently grown several inches making him less self-conscious, and his face was recently devoid of baby fat. All the things he had lacked physically as a child had sprung up, creating the man he was today, but he never dwelled on it. Today, however, he had to admit that he looked pretty good.
Ever since power had been turned over to parliament, military officers had found themselves attending more and more formal events, so much so that he actually owned the suit he was wearing. It wasn’t particularly fancy for a tuxedo, he didn’t go for the tails or top hats like some others did. It was just basic black and white. He had bought a new forest green silk tie to match what Clara had told him she was wearing. It stood out against the starched white undershirt, the only bright spot in his morbid attire besides his ever present gloves. Silver buttons dotted his black vest and the cuffs of his jacket. His pocket watch hung from one on his vest and was tucked safely in one of the pockets, causing the residents in the lobby to do a double take as he strolled up to the elevator, long black dress coat billowing about as he moved.
Arriving at her floor, he knocked. The woman that greeted him brought a gentle smile to his lips. She was an emerald vision. Her short hair was left down and styled simply. Light makeup accentuated her green eyes and matched up perfectly with her gown and gloves. The silk sleeveless dress clung tightly to her chest, the high neck hiding her tattoo. The dress fell down gently from the bust line, accentuating her curvy body. As she moved, the material flowed and adjusted, catching the light and appearing to be an aqueous solution.
“Not bad, huh?” She said.
“No, not at all.” He answered. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, just let me grab my shawl.”
***
“Come on, let’s go.” Roy leaned over Riza’s shoulder and closed the file she had been reading. “The show starts soon and we still need to get changed.”
Riza casually flipped the cover back open, “We’re staying here.”
His hands found their way to her shoulders and began rubbing sensually. “You’re right.” One hand trailed across her collar bone to the first button on her uniform. “It has been a while since we…” The button was undone, “stayed late.”
Her eyes narrowed and she called upon her legendary patience. One would think that, being Brigadier General, he would have more on his mind than just sex. “That’s not what I had in mind, sir.”
The ‘sir’ was a clear sing that she meant business and Roy pulled away. “Okay, what did you have in mind?”
“Casse number 11295.” She handed him a copy of the report and he took it dumbly.
“You’re going to miss your favorite show for work?”
“Yes.”
The folder was thrown to the desk, “But I gave you those tickets as a gift.”
Riza sighed, “…And I gave them to Edward as an apology.”
“Apology? For what?”
Gritting her teeth, she answered as calmly as she could. The man could be so stubborn sometimes, “For the way you and your men acted today.”
Roy’s mouth hung open.
***
Edward didn’t pay much attention to the ballet. There was just something about men in tight clothes and anorexic looking women that turned him off. Clara, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of her life. He held her hand and watched her eyes light up as the dancers pirouetted across the stage. Every once and a while, she’d look over to him and he’d quickly pretend like he wasn’t watching her. He obviously couldn’t fool her though and when he looked back, she always had a knowing smile on her face.
After the show, they stayed and smoozed with a couple politicians he knew only in passing. Not his idea of a good time but Mustang would kill him if he snubbed the aristocracy. Clara was a natural charmer and more than once, he felt like he could honestly see her doing this all her life.
***
They entered his apartment and Clara went straight to his bedroom. He followed. She had been unusually quiet the whole ride back, and yet, he didn’t ask why. He thought maybe she was just tired. She was standing at the window, arms crossed and peering out into the silvery night. The sky was free of clouds allowing the stars and the moon to shine brightly.
His jacket and vest were removed and carefully hung on a chair before he crossed the room to stand behind her, “Beautiful night.”
“Yeah,” she agreed wistfully, “it’ll be spring soon.”
His hands found her shoulders and began trailing along them, light kisses following in their wake, “Yeah,” he mumbled against her soft skin, “I suppose it will.”
One of her hands came up to rest on his, stopping his actions, her head turned to the side, addressing him but not looking at him directly, “Ed? Tonight, can you just hold me?”
Her eyes turned up to his and golden eyebrows rose in confusion. There was insecurity in her voice and a storm in her eyes, “…Okay.”
He wanted to pry, but she didn’t say anything else, just laid down on the bed. He joined her, positioning them so that he was curled at her back, living arm holding her middle. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but got the distinct impression that she wasn’t going to talk by the way she closed her eyes, preparing for sleep. Eventually, his eyelids grew heavy and he too drifted off to sleep, formal wear and all.
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Author: Missb
Archived: At my Livejournal, any further archiving of my fiction is strictly prohibited unless cleared by me.
Summary: Join Edward Elric as he attempts to navigate the winding roads of adult relationships, with mixed results.
Part One Summary: Ed meets up with an old friend and develops a physical relationship that could eventually lead to more, that is, if other factors don\'t get in the way first.
Rating: NC-17 for sex scenes.
Pairings: M/F, hidden
Feedback: Greatly appreciated, constructive or otherwise.
Characters: Edward Elric
Beta’s: Saturnstars
Author Notes: romance, drama, angst. AU and slight OOC (since it takes place three years after the series ended, we have to assume that Ed\'s changed a bit.) Spoilers up to episode 48. Ed-centric
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist does not belong to me and I make no profit from any of these tales.
The Alchemist’s Guide to Relationships: Lust
Chapter 4
What’s it to you?
It loomed before him greater than any he had seen before, even in the place of dark memories, pain, and forced information. If he squinted just right, the swirl or knotted wood in the center even resembled an eye. He felt twelve years old again and ready to walk in for the first time. He always knew he’d have to face this someday. Well, he had better just get it over with.
Before opening the door, Ed sculpted his face into an annoyed scowl. Pulling his posture as straight and as tall as possible, he walked into Mustang’s office.
As usual, the Brigadier General was seated behind his desk, not working. His staff, all present and accounted for, occupied the other desks in the room, all at least pretending that his arrival wasn’t the event that they had been anxiously awaiting.
“Fullmetal, how gracious of you to pull yourself out of bed and come visit us.”
“Ed, Buddy,” Breda spoke, “you look exhausted.”
A couple members of the staff snickered and Ed’s eyebrow twitched. “So you all know. And I take it that, from all the stares I got walking in here, you’ve told everybody.”
His only answer was another round of laughter. Walking to the couch, he sat down, “Okay, let’s get this over with.”
With that, everyone stopped pretending to work, except for Hawkeye who really was working, and turned to him. He watched as they all came to gather around him, all except for Breda, who slipped from the room nearly unnoticed.
“So, Melissa, huh?” Havoc asked.
“Yeah.”
“How much older than you is she?”
“Only nine years.”
“Nine, huh?” Mustang spoke up, “You’re lucky. Being with an older woman is quite a treat, don’t you agree?”
“I’ve hardly known her for a week! What makes you think I’ve slept with her?” Ed shouted.
“We saw her in your apartment, wearing only your shirt.” Fuery piped up.
“I’m not saying anything about that.” Ed tried to hide the blush by turning away from the group.
“Oh, come on,” Havoc pushed, “I want to hear.”
Ed was saved from anymore questions by the door bursting open. Breda was standing in the doorway, holding what had to be the most obscenely shaped cake he’d ever seen. Strategically arranged, were the words ‘Congratulations Fullmetal’ written in icing.
The whole staff burst out laughing at the look on his face and all he could say was, “I’m not eating that.”
***
“You guys suck!” In a truly childish display, Ed slammed the door closed and kicked it for good measure. This only caused the people on the other side to laugh harder. Passing soldiers turned their heads to see what the ruckus was about. Upon seeing a furious alchemist, they turned away and quickly left. He didn’t care. He was angry, humiliated, and covered in cake. Using his hands, he began wiping the food off his face and flinging it on the clean floor, not caring that he was making a mess.
“Here, use this.”
Ed looked up as a towel was put in front of his face. So enraged, he didn’t even see the Captain standing there.
“Thanks.” He took the towel and began picking cake out of his hair.
A passing group of soldiers saw him standing there. Whispering amongst themselves they suddenly called out in unison, “Congratulations Fullmetal!”
“Screw you!” He hollered back.
The group broke out into uproarious laughter and one among them called out as they walked away, “Hey, Ed, you’ve got cake on your face!”
“Ugh!” Ed watched them leave; making note of their faces so that he could kick their asses later. “Did everyone see that damn cake?”
“There were pictures.” Hawkeye answered as stoic as ever.
Ed stared at her, hoping she was kidding. She wasn’t.
“You should take these.” Hawkeye pulled an envelope out of a pocket hidden inside of her jacket and gave it to Ed.
Ed blinked in surprise and took it from her, “What’s this?” Opening it, he pulled out two tickets.
“Tickets to a show tonight. Consider it an apology from the Brigadier General.”
“In that case…” Ed viciously stuffed the tickets back in their envelope and made like he was going to tear them in half.
“Actually,” Riza calmly explained before he could go through with it. “Mustang was going to use them for his date tonight, but I decided he won’t need them.”
Eyeing the Captain to discern if she was lying or not, Ed held the pose a moment before deciding to believe her. “On second thought…” Ed shoved the envelope in his pocket. “Good day, Captain.” He saluted and walked off, Hawkeye doing the same.
***
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Ed mumbled as he ran to get the ringing phone. He had called Clara at work to let her know that he was taking her out to the show. She was delighted and now, freshly showered and shaved; he only had a couple hours until their date.
Rounding the corner to the living room, he finished dressing himself, pulling the belt through the buckle and adjusting the clasp to the proper tightness.
“Hello.”
“Ed! Hi!” The extremely familiar female voice said.
“Winry!” He was excited to hear her voice, and then something occurred to him. Why would she call him unless… “What’s wrong?”
The voice laughed. “Nothing, you big freak.”
“Oh,” Ed’s voice was relived and a little embarrassed, “then…why are you calling?”
“I was just checking to see if you came back from your mission.” The question was there in her voice. The one she always never asked; ‘Are you alright?’
Ed sat on the couch, “I came back Monday. It wasn’t even that exciting of a mission. I didn’t even get to hit anyone.” ‘Yeah, everything’s okay.’
“But you were gone so long.”
“I know!” Ed agreed, as outraged as she. “All I did was chase around a rumor and step in cow patties.”
“Huh?”
“I was in Paro.”
“Oh,” There was a slight giggle, “I know how you hate cows.”
“Yeah, and these ones were so big they made Nelly’s look like house cats.” She giggled at his joke and it felt nice to hear someone laughing when the joke wasn’t on him. “So where’s Al?”
“He ran to the store for Granny.”
“Oh,” his voice became serious, “How is he?” Ed bit his lip as he waited for her to answer the question. Anytime he asked Al, he’d just put on a fake smile that mirrored one of his own and tell Ed he was ‘fine.’ With Winry, he always knew she’d give it to him straight.
“…Well…mostly, he just misses you. I catch him staring off into the distance sometimes but when I ask him what’s wrong, he only says ‘nothing.’ Other that that, he’s fine. Oh!” Her voice perked up, “I think he has a crush.”
“Really…who?” His voice was slightly skeptical.
“Some girl in the village. I don’t know her that much but she works in the Deli. I think her name is Amelia.”
“How old is she?” This was what Ed always worried about when he thought about his brother’s future with women. He was an eighteen year old in a thirteen year old body, and he always wondered what end of the spectrum he’d be attracted to. His soul was more mature than the thirteen year old girls, but his body was too young for the eighteen year old girls.
“Fourteen. But from the way Al talks about her, she’s mature for her age.”
“So, he’s told you he likes her?” Ed worried his lip waiting for the answer. If Al had told Winry, then Edward knew he’d feel a little left out. Al was supposed to come to him with those things.
“No, but a girl can tell.” There was a pause before Winry spoke again. “So Ed, when are you coming back for another visit?”
Ed sighed and gave her the same answer as always, “First chance I get.”
“Well, aren’t you on leave now!?”
“Only for a few more days.” Ed didn’t mean to be so snippy with her, but lately she had been pestering him more and more about his inevitable return.
“So what have you been doing? Why didn’t you come over?”
Ed sighed; he might as well tell her. She’d only get upset if she found out on her own later. “Well…I kind of…met someone.”
“…”
The silence on the other end worried and confused him. “Winry?”
“…a female someone?” The voice was timid and cautions and so un-Winry like that he was thrown for a loop.
“Yeah.”
“…oh.”
“Winry, is something the matter?”
Her tone changed extremely fast. “N-no! Everything’s fine! Hey, you have been taking care of your auto-mail, right?”
“Of course!” Ed still felt dizzy from her change of tone. “Well…there was this incident with a muddy cow pond in Paro. I had it cleaned there and the guy messed with the ports.” He started talking quickly. It was strange. He knew he was getting himself in trouble, while he was getting himself in trouble, and yet, his mouth just wouldn’t stop. “I’m sorry Winry! I tried to stop him but he did it before I knew what was happening!”
“WHAT!”
Ed slammed the phone down in fear, Winry’s voice still ringing in his ear. A moment later, it rung again and he jumped. Grabbing his shoes and coat, he fled the apartment.
***
The week’s cold and cloudy weather was finally beginning to recede that evening. Strong winds that afternoon had blown away the thick white clouds and allowed the sun to spotlight over the city. The rain had washed away mountains of snow, whose puddles had evaporated in today’s rising temperatures. Now, the sun slowly sunk in the western sky, coloring the twilight in shades of orange, blue, violet, and red. A few clouds still hovered in the sky, the dusk making them appear fantastical in their lavender glory.
This was the sight that greeted Ed as he pulled the borrowed car up to the curve of the Western Towers apartment building and set the brake. A few puddles still littered the ground and he carefully avoided them, not wanting to get his nice shoes dirty.
Looks weren’t his first priority in life and it always made him feel odd when a person complimented them. Certainly he was aware of why some people found him attractive; golden hair and eyes, a slim muscular build that had recently grown several inches making him less self-conscious, and his face was recently devoid of baby fat. All the things he had lacked physically as a child had sprung up, creating the man he was today, but he never dwelled on it. Today, however, he had to admit that he looked pretty good.
Ever since power had been turned over to parliament, military officers had found themselves attending more and more formal events, so much so that he actually owned the suit he was wearing. It wasn’t particularly fancy for a tuxedo, he didn’t go for the tails or top hats like some others did. It was just basic black and white. He had bought a new forest green silk tie to match what Clara had told him she was wearing. It stood out against the starched white undershirt, the only bright spot in his morbid attire besides his ever present gloves. Silver buttons dotted his black vest and the cuffs of his jacket. His pocket watch hung from one on his vest and was tucked safely in one of the pockets, causing the residents in the lobby to do a double take as he strolled up to the elevator, long black dress coat billowing about as he moved.
Arriving at her floor, he knocked. The woman that greeted him brought a gentle smile to his lips. She was an emerald vision. Her short hair was left down and styled simply. Light makeup accentuated her green eyes and matched up perfectly with her gown and gloves. The silk sleeveless dress clung tightly to her chest, the high neck hiding her tattoo. The dress fell down gently from the bust line, accentuating her curvy body. As she moved, the material flowed and adjusted, catching the light and appearing to be an aqueous solution.
“Not bad, huh?” She said.
“No, not at all.” He answered. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, just let me grab my shawl.”
***
“Come on, let’s go.” Roy leaned over Riza’s shoulder and closed the file she had been reading. “The show starts soon and we still need to get changed.”
Riza casually flipped the cover back open, “We’re staying here.”
His hands found their way to her shoulders and began rubbing sensually. “You’re right.” One hand trailed across her collar bone to the first button on her uniform. “It has been a while since we…” The button was undone, “stayed late.”
Her eyes narrowed and she called upon her legendary patience. One would think that, being Brigadier General, he would have more on his mind than just sex. “That’s not what I had in mind, sir.”
The ‘sir’ was a clear sing that she meant business and Roy pulled away. “Okay, what did you have in mind?”
“Casse number 11295.” She handed him a copy of the report and he took it dumbly.
“You’re going to miss your favorite show for work?”
“Yes.”
The folder was thrown to the desk, “But I gave you those tickets as a gift.”
Riza sighed, “…And I gave them to Edward as an apology.”
“Apology? For what?”
Gritting her teeth, she answered as calmly as she could. The man could be so stubborn sometimes, “For the way you and your men acted today.”
Roy’s mouth hung open.
***
Edward didn’t pay much attention to the ballet. There was just something about men in tight clothes and anorexic looking women that turned him off. Clara, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of her life. He held her hand and watched her eyes light up as the dancers pirouetted across the stage. Every once and a while, she’d look over to him and he’d quickly pretend like he wasn’t watching her. He obviously couldn’t fool her though and when he looked back, she always had a knowing smile on her face.
After the show, they stayed and smoozed with a couple politicians he knew only in passing. Not his idea of a good time but Mustang would kill him if he snubbed the aristocracy. Clara was a natural charmer and more than once, he felt like he could honestly see her doing this all her life.
***
They entered his apartment and Clara went straight to his bedroom. He followed. She had been unusually quiet the whole ride back, and yet, he didn’t ask why. He thought maybe she was just tired. She was standing at the window, arms crossed and peering out into the silvery night. The sky was free of clouds allowing the stars and the moon to shine brightly.
His jacket and vest were removed and carefully hung on a chair before he crossed the room to stand behind her, “Beautiful night.”
“Yeah,” she agreed wistfully, “it’ll be spring soon.”
His hands found her shoulders and began trailing along them, light kisses following in their wake, “Yeah,” he mumbled against her soft skin, “I suppose it will.”
One of her hands came up to rest on his, stopping his actions, her head turned to the side, addressing him but not looking at him directly, “Ed? Tonight, can you just hold me?”
Her eyes turned up to his and golden eyebrows rose in confusion. There was insecurity in her voice and a storm in her eyes, “…Okay.”
He wanted to pry, but she didn’t say anything else, just laid down on the bed. He joined her, positioning them so that he was curled at her back, living arm holding her middle. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but got the distinct impression that she wasn’t going to talk by the way she closed her eyes, preparing for sleep. Eventually, his eyelids grew heavy and he too drifted off to sleep, formal wear and all.
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