"Holy shit, look at this!" Jean's nose was pressed to the window and he was practically drooling. Vato ignored him but Breda and Fuery wandered over to look.
"Wow, who's that?" The door opened behind them while they discussed their new view.
Ed walked up behind them, a stack of papers in his hands. "What are you looking at?" He shouldered his way in and peered out the window. "Oh, she's early." The window was opened and he leaned out. "Hey! I'll be a few more minutes." A faint wave and the small form went back to chatting with the gatekeeper.
A long arm slung over wide shoulders and he was dragged back to be surrounded by his office mates. "And how do you know her?"
"She'd really pretty, is she your girlfriend?" Cain stared at him in admiration.
"What? No! She's, just someone I know, that's all." He yanked himself free and sat down to finish his paperwork. "You guys should get back to work." His cheeks heated and he kept his head down, working steadily to finish as quickly as possible.
Three larger forms leaned over his desk, blocking the light. He just squinted and ignored them as best he could, writing quickly. After a few minutes of stubborn silence from him, they wandered back to the window. "Hey, ah, Boss? You might want to hurry it up a bit there."
That got his attention and he looked up, the last form under his pen. "Why? What's happening?"
"Well, the General is down there. And I think he spotted her." Three sets of eyes watched his mouth work for a second in horror.
"Oh fuck!" Ed bolted, leaving the papers strewn around the desk and slamming the door behind him.
"Huh. Just someone he knows." Even Falman had to get up and go over to watch the fireworks.
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Roy wandered along, whistling to himself. So far, the day was going well; he'd had inspections all day, so no paperwork AND he escaped from that boring meeting. Things were looking up and. He stopped whistling and licked his lips. Well, the day just got much, much better.
A gorgeous young lady was standing by the gate, chatting with the officer on duty. Red hair hung in thick waves to the middle of her back, well rounded hips, flat stomach, and well, generous didn't even start to cover those. Long lashes fringed green eyes, with just enough blue to be absolutely fascinating, and brushed high cheekbones. The little nose was slightly upturned, giving her an adorable, mischievous quality. Pale skin was dusted with a hint of a blush and full lips smiled, showing even white teeth. A bit on the short side, but he wouldn't let something like that deter him, not from a wet dream come to life.
"Well, hello. What can we here at Central Headquarters do for such a beautiful young lady?" He grinned and gestured elegantly to encompass the compound, making certain to show the array on his gloves.
She giggled at him and smiled back. "Are you an alchemist?" Her hands tucked behind her back, stretching her blue dress over her chest and he tried not to stare too obviously.
The Corporal was waving at him from behind the delicious little thing and he glared briefly before ignoring him. "Why, yes, I am. I forgot to introduce myself; General Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist. May I ask what your name is?" Not that he cared, but anything this pretty had to be his.
Red rose charmingly in high cheeks and he almost drooled. "I'm Tiffany." She giggled again and the Corporal got more bold, waving frantically for him to come over.
"If you'll excuse me for a second, Miss Tiffany. I have to speak with this rude young man." Dark eyes glared as he stalked over.
"Sir, please! Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but this young lady" He noticed her watching them, a small smile on her face, and lowered his voice further. "Is Fullmetal's girlfriend. Sir, I really think you should leave her be, it might not be" A slim hand was held up and he went silent.
"Thank you for your concern, but I can handle Fullmetal. Now, if you have nothing further…" An arched brow and the man backed down, tilting his head in defeat. Fine, if he wouldn't listen, no one could say he didn't try.
A charming grin was put back in place and the brunette turned back to his soon to be conquest. "Would you care for a cup of tea? There is a charming café just down the street and I happen to be free right now." She just kept smiling and he waited, a bit impatient but it would be worth it.
A delicate shoulder moved and he watched it, and its effect on those wonderful wonderful breasts, pupils dilating a bit. "No, thank you. I'm afraid I'm already otherwise engaged."
"Oh? With Fullmetal? I assure you, miss, I am much better company." The sound of pounding feet came to him and a shriek echoed over the quad. "Really, so loud and unmannered."
Ed raced across the hard packed dirt. Shit, shit, this could only get worse. "You bastard, get away from her!"
Dark eyes rolled at his yelling and he placed a hand on a softly rounded shoulder and leaned in close, breathing in her scent. "Are you certain? I have a reservation at Haft's, I'd be more than happy to take a pretty young lady like yourself for supper and perhaps a play?" No need to mention that the reservation was a standing one and he took someone different almost daily. His hand trailed down her back, one finger pressing lightly at her spine and teased over the top of a perfectly cupable ass.
That same sweet smile looked him right in the eye when a solid hand slammed into his cheek, whipping his head around and spinning him to the ground. He stared in shock as Ed skidded to a halt and started yelling at the redhead.
His arms jerked through air as he gestured, his face red. "I told you, you can only come here if you don't cause trouble." His finger jabbed at the perfect chest.
"I didn't." A gentle pout curved the full lips.
Blond puffed a bit. "And what do you call that??" A gloved finger pointed at Roy, who was still sitting on the ground, a hand to his cheek.
Big eyes stared up innocently. "Oops?" White teeth nibbled at her lips and she looked away. "He started it. He touched me!"
Both hands flexed, looking like they were dying to wrap around someone's neck and the brunette watched in dazed fascination while the blond's flesh arm bunched with effort to contain himself. Finally, a hand was pressed to his face and he took a few deep breaths, calming himself. "We will talk about this at home." The General suddenly realized they had an audience, a rather large one really.
"Yo, Bastard, you ok?" A white glove appeared in front of him and he took it by habit to be yanked to his feet. He brushed himself off and tried to maintain a bit of dignity. Faint snickers could already be heard around them and he glared around, sending the men scattering.
"What is the meaning of this, Fullmetal?" His foot tapped and his arms folded over his chest.
A blond brow cocked at him and he recognized his own smirk. "Well, looks like the girl isn't interested in you or your supper." She smiled from behind him, a hand wrapped around Ed's. "Hey, James, you didn't tell him?"
The Corporal stood straight and stared ahead. "Sir, I tried, Sir." Dark eyes glared at him. "I did try to tell you SHE is the one to be careful of, Sir."
"Well, then Mustang, no one to blame but yourself." The blond shrugged and turned to leave. "I'm done, so I'll see you later." He and his date walked off, fingers tangled, chatting quietly.
Roy stood staring after them; how the hell had this happened? He was good-looking, popular, cultured, everything Ed wasn't, so how the hell did HE end up with the prettiest damn thing he'd ever seen? Snickers followed him around all day and Hawkeye removed his gloves from him after the second man was taken to the infirmary. The story turned into a sort of urban legend, told to all new men after their first girl wound up on the General's arm.
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"You know, that was really bad of you." Ed looked down at his companion, who grinned up at him. "Envy, you can't cause trouble at work." He untangled their hands and stuffed his flesh one in his pocket, using the other one to talk with.
"But it was so fun! Admit it, you loved seeing him fall on his ass. And the look of shock on his face was worth the supper you're buying me." Green eyes shifted around a little before settling back into their original color.
"I'm buying you supper? Since when?" The metal arm was slung over delicate shoulders and amber laughed down.
"Since I gave up a damn fine meal to go home with you." A slim hand grasped the metal one over her shoulder and she tugged. "Come on, the sooner we eat, the sooner we can go home." Wide shoulders shrugged and the blond followed; he could be generous, not everyday he got to see Mustang land on his ass, after all.
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Just a little story that was dithering around in my head. A bit cute, not too often Roy ends up getting turned down. I wouldn't be able to, even if I did have someone like Ed to go home with. L