AN: There just isn't enough of Olivier and Buccaneer. I do not own FMA if I did it means hell has frozen over. (LONG LIVE THE COW!)
Major General Olivier Mira Armstrong studied his back. When would she be able to admit that she loved him? It had better be soon; she might never see him again. She shook her head violently to clear it. Tomorrow the northern and eastern forces would raid Central Command. She should not be thinking about this now. Standing with a muffled sigh she tried to push past him and get to her room in the Armstrong mansion.
He could feel her watching him intently. He would have been surprised to find that the thoughts that were streaming through his head were also going through hers. Even though she tried to hide her sigh, he heard it. She shoved her way past him. His arm worked without the consent of his mind and he caught her small hand in his large automail one.
"Buccaneer?" Olivier questioned, giving her hand an experimental tug to see if he would let go. He would not. Silently cursing she was forced to meet his eyes with her own. The predatory gleam that was written all over his face shocked her. He pulled her close to him and bent down to capture her lips with his own.
At first she was way to surprised to react and when she did she reacted by flinging her arms around his neck. It was then that she felt his hands running up and down her back. Olivier moaned into his mouth as her knees gave way and he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her upright. He backed her toward a wall and when she collided with it he removed is grip on her waist to hold the back of her head.
Her hair was soft and it served to elevate the amount of lust already tearing through his veins. The next time she moaned Buccaneer took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into her mouth. Olivier tasted like mint, hazelnut and chocolate, which surprised him because she didn't like sweets. The need to breathe was the only thing that separated them.
He framed her face in his hands and stroked her cheeks gently with his thumbs, her arms remained tangled around his neck. Her eyes locked with his and the kissing resumed this time with one of her legs wrapped around his. Buccaneer broke the kiss this time to rest his forehead against hers.
"Olivier," Buccaneer murmured, "I love you. I want you to know that before tomorrow."
"You had better not leave me after that." Olivier growled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I love you more than words can say."
Olivier fought the urge to cry at the sudden flashback. So he had left her after all. Alex, her younger brother, looked at her with a mix of worry and sympathy in his eyes. The Briggs soldier who had given her the message had never seen her lost for words for so long. "They say he died with a smile on his face." He told her hoping to lighten the mood.
"If he died with a smile then we shouldn't cry over him," Major General Armstrong stated and continued down the stairs. The entire time thinking that now he was lost forever. "I will see you again." She promised in a voice too low for anyone but herself to hear.
The first sensation she woke up to was his warmth pressed against her. She remembered with a fond smile what they had done. Olivier reached out for her robe that dangled on a chair. She looked over, once the robe was firmly secured around her, to his sleeping figure. She poked him and he woke up. "Good morning" she whispered.
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