Author's Note: A little scribble for a friend that loves Mustang to death…
WARNING: A LOT of coarse language! AND this story contains explicit scenes and if you don't like that, then bite me! (lol Mike).
Disclaimer: I do not own absolutely any characters in this story.
My Partner in Life and in Crime
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Mustang's POV
"Shit! I'm late!" I said as I entered a fancy French restaurant.
"NO SHIT SHERLOCK! GOD DAMNIT FUCKING BASTARD SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? YOU'RE FUCKING LATE FOR OUR DATE!"
"-sigh- I'm sorry Michelle. I'll make it up to you." I said.
"You better! Now let's order!" she exclaimed.
Michelle is my girlfriend. Maybe you think she's a little on the mental side, but I like her the way she is. Perky I would say. Lots of energy bottled up waiting to spill out. Maybe she's got good looks you say? Yeah, she does in fact. She's sexy, hot, on fire, and always wears men's boxers to sleep. Yep, that's Michelle alright.
"Hey, let's get out of here and party at a night club Roy."
"I thought you were hungry."
"They serve more food at bars then you'll ever find in French restaurants." She said chuckling.
"True, very true. I guess we can go then, but then I'd be wasting money!"
"HEY! Wasting money on me is a GOOD thing! The more the better!"
I looked at her sympathetically, but she replied with a 'get your ass moving' face.
We got on my motorcycle and drove to the nearest bar: Chez Stacey's. It was a pretty ghetto place. Sluts here and there, gangsters everywhere…man, if I were on duty I'd arrest all of these people for not getting rooms. I mean everywhere we walked, people were banging each other.
"Hey Roy! Over here!" yelled Michelle. I sat down next to her at the bar counter.
"Hey, my name is Eugene. What would you like?"
"Three 'sex on the beach' please, one for me, and two for my lady."
As we got our drinks, some stupid hoe decided to come over and ask me to help pleasure herself. What's stupid about that is I have a very possessive girlfriend…and when I say possessive, I meant it!
"YOU FUCKING WHORE! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE MESSING AROUND WITH MY SEX TOY?!" screamed Michelle. "HE ONLY LOVES ME AND ONLY NEEDS ME. ME ME ME ME ME! NOT YOU!"
"Hey all I wanted was some money girl." replied the whore girl.
"DON'T COME NEAR MY MAN, BITCH!"
"Hmph." she retorted as she moved closer to me. Oh dear, here comes the finale.
"YOU ASKED FOR IT!" Michelle exclaimed as she gave the slut a really hard bitch slap that made her slam into the wall. What can I say? She can do alchemy to…makes her an even more powerful woman.
"Let's go home Michelle."
"Ok ok…" she replied as she chugged the last of her drink.
When we got to the front of my apartment, she couldn't walk. The bartender must have put a lot of alcohol in her drinks…'cause usually she needs to drink at least 6 drinks before acting all drunk and everything.
"Hey Roy, Roy Mustang!" she whispered loudly while trying to walk.
"What is it?"
"Let's get married."
"…"
"Oh don't be a party-pooper like Meursault!" (AN: reference to L'Étranger by Albert Camus – Camel!)
"Well do you love me Michelle?"
"Of course I do! I want to have thousands of babies with you!"
"Well then, let's get married"
"Hehe –hiccup– I wuv you!" she said.
I picked her up, kissed her gently on the lips, and brought her inside.
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That night, we did it, and was it ever soooooooo good.
"Hey dad!"
"What is it Mike?"
"Code Red on Sexy #2, Sexy #3, Sexy #4, Sexy #5¸ Sexy #6, and Sexy #7. They're raiding the kitchen and mom says she's going into labour again" (AN: code names are a play on the movie The Pacifier)
"Hehe, we'll looks like we've got some work to do."
The End
If you are wondering why the hell I wrote this, it's because of my friend.