FMA Drabble Meme: Send Requests!
AN: I like writing, but I never have good ideas. So send me some! I'm pretty openminded and I like all the pairings in FMA on one level or another. Don't be shy :D I have started the first drabble with some Olivia/Miles.
"You idiot! How would that attack ever turn out in our favor?"
"I understand your hesitation, General. But think about it. If we go through the south and through the back roads up to the east, then our troops would be in Drachma's capital by the morning."
Olivier snorts in derision and Miles fights the urge to raise a silver eyebrow at her. Such a response would end in his death. Or at least his removal from the bed, which would be just as unpleasant, if not more so.
"After we wiped out a full platoon of theirs, after we helped overthrow Central, do you think that part of the border is still unwatched? Even they couldn't be that stupid." Her tone is hard, arrogant. It doesn't seem like the right voice for the woman currently lounging naked in his bed, flat on her belly like she was sunbathing.
But then, he had to tread carefully if he wanted to sleep on a bed tonight. Never mind that it was his quarters and his bed.
"It's the only way of entry that makes sense. Okay then what if we lead some men here." Miles taps her left shoulder blade, as she continues ignoring him. He is not discouraged.
"And then we lead them though the river." He draws an imaginary line to the middle of her naked back. "And then here so we can avoid the military base, and therefore blood shed."
"Don't insult me. You think we can't handle a little blood loss? If anyone loses blood it'll be those damn Drachmen soldiers."
"But it's good to avoid some fighting if we can. They're not going to give us the capital easily." Miles chides gently. "So we'll split up here." He taps one of her vertebrae, which to his delight seems to startle her. "And then we'll march down to the Capitol." He travels a few vertebrae down. "Then from there we attack from both sides." He pokes both sides of her hips and she springs up and slaps him. She's furious. He's laughing despite his sense of self preservation, because she's the angriest naked women he's ever seen.
"That attack is even more ludicrous than the last! And don't touch my ass when we're planning an invasion!" Olivier is flushed with anger, and he no longer wishes to argue with her. He kisses her, the only effective way to shut up her, providing that she doesn't bite a hole in his lip to gain freedom. Which for the record she has done. Six times.
"Ow!"
Seven.
A minute passes. Then two.
"Is your lip still bleeding?"
"Yes."
"Good." She takes his half of the blanket and rolls over to her side.
"Sir, can I have that back?"
She says nothing.
"It's a little cold."
"Survival of the fittest, Miles. Survival of the fittest."
Worst pillow talk ever.
AN: Miles secretly likes being bossed around XD.