fandom: fullmetal alchemist (brotherhood)
pairing: jean havoc/rebecca catalina
rating: K+ for smoochies
description: finally rebecca gets something she wants for christmas. before jean regains use of his legs. number 2 in fullmetal feels project.
A/N: wow okay this was an asspull I don't know why though since I love catalina/havoc. as usual, all fullmetal feels drabbles and doodles are done under 30 minutes. stay tuned for zethia's corresponding drawing!
Rebecca waved frantically from her seat in the swanky cafe, causing the surrounding diners to shoot her some bemused glances. From the door, Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye waved back, a bit hesitantly.
A few glasses of red wine later, Rebecca was sufficiently loosened up, which meant her cheeks were flushed and her speech was slightly slurred.
"I can't…hic…seem to find…hic…a good man," Rebecca lamented, as she poured the last of the bottle of wine into her glass. "All…hic…I want is…hic…a man who can stand on his own two legs..hic."
At this, Riza's eyes widened slightly, and she allowed herself a tiny smile. Rebecca gave her friend a curious eyebrow raise.
"Actually, Rebecca," the Lieutenant replied as she crossed her fingers on the table. "I think I know a guy like that."
Snow fell steadily around Rebecca Catalina, flakes catching in her dark, bushy ponytail. Her boots crunched as she stepped down onto the new snowfall, as she made her way towards the Havoc General Shop in the eastern countryside, pulling her coat in tighter. Distinctly, she saw a very familiar figure in the wooden doorframe of the small building, and she all but ran towards it.
And when she reached the shop, she tore the cigarette from the smirking lips of Jean Havoc and bent down to kiss him furiously, catching the man in the wheelchair by surprise.
When she finally let go of him, both of them were purple in the face and breathless.
"Never thought I'd ever date a guy shorter than me," Rebecca mused, shaking out the copious amount of snow in her hair.
Jean just stared for a while, rubbing his scratchy beard as if in deep thought.
"Merry Christmas, Rebecca," he finally said, quiet content evident on in his warm eyes as he drank in the sight of her.