Disclaimer - Kym Rooker is my own character. All others belong to Fullmetal Alchemist. Adult situations because I can't fucking help it.

Major general Olivier Armstrong looked over the recently acquired Intel from her intelligence officers and frowned. "Are you sure about this?"

The first of the three officers nodded his head, pulling down his face protection and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm sorry it's come to this, General."

"Don't be. You did what you were ordered to do and brought me the Intel I needed." She placed the report down on her desk, resting her chin on her hand. "Looks like it's certainly upon us."

The three men watched her stand and turn, facing the window to watch snow gently floating down from the bright blue skies. "What would you like us to do?"

Bowing her head slightly, the proud woman thought for a moment. "Keep gathering information as it comes and report back to me." She turned, her blond hair waving over her shoulder. "Do not get caught and do not crack if caught and tortured." She watched the men give her a salute before they left the office, her normal composure slightly faltering. "We could be at war within months."

*K*K*K*K*K*K*

Kym Rooker fell to one knee as sweat beaded down her brow, her protective snow wall evaporating into the cold Northern air. "I-I can do this," she muttered between her teeth, pushing back up onto her feet. Her palms were red and slightly raw from being used and her five-month pregnancy was finally wearing her down. "I just need to focus."

She stretched her hands out in front of her and concentrated on forming the wall once more. Small, sharp needle-like daggers formed on the other side before disappearing as Rooker started to falter once more. "Fuck!" She fell back to the ground and pounded a fist. "I can't keep fucking doing this." She placed a hand over her belly and groaned, finally realizing it was time to stop. "I can't do it. I can't now."

Soldiers watching from a nearby sentry post scrambled over and offered her up. "Major, you okay?"

"Probably not at the rate I'm going," she panted, taking an outreached hand. "Mind helping me to the medical ward, please?"

"Sure, of course." The first soldier handed his partner his rifle and wrapped an arm around her waist. "If it's not too much to say, you can't keep working at the rate you are with the condition you're in."

Rooker sighed, her eyes landing on her belly. "I know I can't." They walked in silence until the three reached the medical ward and announced their arrival with Kym raising a hand to give a small wave. "Hey, doc."

"Son of a bitch, Kym." The Briggs Doctor stood from her desk and motioned for the soldier to sit her down on a table. "Don't tell me you've been training again."

The tips of her ears growing warm, the Ishvalan Alchemist could only shrug her shoulders. The second soldier spoke up and received a glare from Rooker. "She was attempting to form a wall with the needles coming out of the other side. Looked rather difficult if you ask me."

Kym mouthed, 'you are so dead', as the Doctor shooed them out. The soldier gave a cocky smile as they left, leaving her alone. "Kym, you can't keep doing this. You are five months along in your pregnancy. You can not continue doing this."

"I know, doc." She averted her eyes and laid down on the exam table, feeling the doc parting her military uniform jacket and raising her black tee to exam her. "I will say I felt pain along my pelvic muscles."

The Doc thought for a moment, tapping her chin. "Sounds like you're having premature contractions from training too hard this far in. I'm not sure though since Ishvalans have a very slight difference than Amestris people because of living the desert." She felt over Kym's belly and hips. "I remember reading about how Ishvalans carry a different level of hydration in their body and have grown adapted to living in the desert."

"We do. We don't need to drink as much water as the rest of the world because we're able to conserve what we drank much longer." She explained, flinching slightly as the medical gloved fingers lightly pressed against one spot. "Once a woman's pregnant, the fetus takes in what fluids are in the muscles and causes massive cramps."

The blond Briggs doctor nodded her head and removed her gloves, tossing them away. "As of right now, you're on orders to stop training and take care of yourself. If you don't, you could lose the pregnancy or fatally harm yourself. All of your energy is going into the growing child within you and you need to take it easy. Will you finally do that for me?"

Rooker sat up and frowned, her shoulders going slack. "But-"

"No if, ands or buts from you. That is. You're done until you give birth. Got it." The woman sternly stood before the Major with arms crossed over her chest. She raised a brow with her patient glared up at her. "Glare all you want. You're not the only patient I have who has Ishvalan blood."

"Fine, but I need to bring this to General Armstrong."

Doc held up her hand, shaking her head. "I'll talk to her. You head to your quarters and get some rest."

Just as Kym hopped down from the exam table, the door swung open and a rather stressed Jean took Kym into his arms and hugged her close. "I heard you were in here. You okay?"

"I'm fine, Jean," she reassured, patting his side as her arms were trapped by his hold. "I'm just going on an early maternity leave, that's all."

He pulled back, a blond brow raised. "Really?"

"Yes. That's all that's going on." She smiled when he took a step back and exhaled happily. "Didn't mean to worry you there."

"Shit, I should apologize to anyone I knocked over coming here." He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "I'll be back." He sprinting back out the double doors, retracing his steps.

The doctor removed her glasses and rubbed her bridge. "You're not going to tell him about the pains?"

"Not yet. I've known him long enough to not say anything worrying while he's already stressed enough. He just continues to stress until he crashes." Rooker closed her uniform coat and pulled her gloves on.

"Okay. Once you get back to your quarters, get some rest."

"Already on it, doc."

Jean headed down the hallways after going back and apologizing until he was blue in the face, feeling his face growing red as he thought about how foolish he looked. "Boy, I even had to offer a few of my cigarettes to stay on their good sides."

Taking a hold of the doorknob and walking into the well-lit quarters of the Blizzard Alchemist, noticing the bedroom light was on. "Kym?"

"I'm in here," she called. He walked in and saw she was laying on her side with a pillow between her legs. "Been trying to get comfortable."

He smiled warmly and crawled up beside her, tucking a light brown strand of hair behind her ear. "What made you decide to take off now?"

Rooker shrugged, her red irises watching him carefully. "It was just time." She felt a hand snaking up the inside of her black tee and she closed her eyes contently. "It has been a while since we've been together like this, however."

Jean's blue eyes scanned her over hungrily, craving to feel her squirm under him. As he shifted closer to her under his stomach was touching hers. "It certainly has been a while," his voice barely over a whisper. "Is that a shiver I felt crawl up your spine?"

"Probably," Rooker softly answered, feeling her overly sensitive body reacting to his touches. "Jean, please."

He rose up onto his elbow and pressed his lips to her lips gently. "Please, what?"

Kym softly mewed under his touches and runs her hands over his well muscled shoulders. "I want you," she sighed against his neck, letting him nibble along her collar bone. "I want everything from you."

Chuckling in his throat, Jean moved to nibble on her earlobe and whispered, "Didn't I already give you everything from me?" He gently ran a hand down her expanding belly and back up, dragging the tee up to remove. "I'm not sure how much more I can give you, sweetheart."

Rooker groaned and sat up onto her knees, arms resting over his shoulders. "If you think you're not able to give me more, I can take it." She grinned devilishly and pushed him onto his back, hovering over him dangerously. "Scared?"

"I'm never scared with you, Kym," he answered honestly, his heart pounding quickly in his chest. "Maybe a little nervous in case your alchemy goes off, but never scared." He yelped when she playfully smacked his side and gave a mock plea for help.

The pregnant alchemist straddled his waist and pinned his wrists. "You really want to push it, buddy?" She wiggled her hips and watched Jean softly tremble under her movements, feeling him starting to stir in his work slacks. "You like that?"

"Very much so." Sweat was already starting to bead along his blond brow and he was having difficultly forming words as she wiggled her hips again. "Please. Kym. Again." His callused fingers dug into her waist, keeping a steady mind to not hurt her. "Please."

Pleased with the reaction she was getting, Rooker slid further down his body and worked on his belt. "You think you deserve this?" She watched his eyes open and they both gazed deeply into each other's eyes. He swallowed and nodded his head, grasping the pillow his head rested on. "I think your lower self believes it deserves it."

"I do. I do," he gasped, his eyes watering as she freed him from its trap. Using one hand to hold herself up, Kym playfully teased him by blowing across the head. "fuck, woman." Havoc tossed his head back and starting panting harshly.

Kym chuckled darkly and moved her hand up and down his hardening shaft before taking it skillfully into her mouth. It wasn't a secret she had done this to other men before, but it wasn't something she proudly boasted about. Only when did Jean ask about it did she admit she did it. His thigh muscles ripped as she slowly worked him over, enjoying the masculine sounds emanating from Jean's lips, his eyes closed as he gripped the pillow under his head.

She raised her eyes to watch his body reacting to her ministrations as she continued, dragging her tongue along the underside of his erection to the tip, dipping her head down the very gently nip where it connected to his balls. Havoc hissing reached her ears and she grinned evilly. Deep down, Kym was a sexual sadist and enjoyed watching her man squirm and beg under her hands.

Soothing the nip with a swipe of her warm tongue, Rooker felt a hand snake through her hair and she raised her head. "Doing okay?"

"Yes, but I don't want to finish like this." Jean sat up and kissed her hungrily, his evenly warm tongue battling against hers. "Think you can still have sex on your back?" She nodded her head and continued to kiss him, feeling his hands raising her shirt over her head.

Once he had undone her bra, she pulled him closer as he removed his own shirt, running her hands up his bare chest and down to where a faint happy trail below his naval was. Just like his beard, Kym had grown to love his surprisingly soft and fuzzy happy trail that led to his jewels. "Just keep your weight off my stomach, 'kay?"

He nodded in understanding and weaved his fingers through her hair as she took him into her mouth once more for a moment, feeling the pulsing veins and stuff muscles against her lips. She pulled away when he tightened his grip and pulled her away. "No more. Keep that up and I won't last long."

"What if that's my plan?" She asked, silk weaving in her tone as he laid her down gently. "Don't like the idea of my own hands getting you off?"

Havoc hovered over her, shuffling a pillow under her hips to raise her up. "I enjoy climaxing by your hands, but not right now." He leaned down and softly kissed her as his erected head teased her entrance. "I'd rather watch you wrath under me as we climax together."

Kym grinned and raised her legs a little more, planting her dark colored feet onto the mattress as he proceeded to penetrate her, sliding in with ease. Her red eyes closed gently and her lips parted from the pleasure, exposing her neck to Jean's exploring mouth as he sucked on her collarbone. "Much better," she sighed out, knowing this was exactly what she's needed.

Sliding completely out and sliding completely back in, Jean hung his head gently against her neck as he moved. Unlike other relationships, Kym was intoxicating to him. She allowed him to explore other sexual adventures other women wouldn't let him do and she enjoyed it.

Before they had starting being together, Kym had casual sex with two men in Briggs on a regular basis, with a third being a once-every-blue-moon adventure. Once Jean became a part of her life, the men backed off with complete understanding, glad their comrade and friend had finally found a man who made her happy and loved.

It had been two years and they were still going strong.

"Kym. Oh, Kym," Jean huffed out gruffly, his movements becoming more erratic as his thrusts became harder, his hands grasping the sheets by her head. He raised his head and touched his forehead to hers, feeling her warm breath against his face as she starting to pant and tremble under his body. "I want...I want," he struggled to tell her what he wanted, his face focusing on concentration, his lips slightly parting.

Kym wrapped her arms around his strong back, feeling his muscles moving with his movements. "What do you want?" She asked softly, slightly gasping and arching her back when he changed his angle slightly, his pelvic hitting her just right.

"I-I want you to touch me."

She pressed her knees against his hips, almost wrapping her legs around him. "Where?"

"My c-chest, please." He raised himself up a little without missing a beat with his movements, allowing her to touch his chest, stomach, nipples. When her hands brushed against his hard nipples, Jean whined in his throat and bit down on his bottom lip. "Shit, Kym."

"Jean," she sighed his name against his mouth as he leaned down to kiss her delicately, their lips barely making contact. "This feels so good, Jean."

He grinned through his concentration and shifted a little closer, raising her hips a little more as her legs hugged his waist. "Like this more?"

She groaned and ground her teeth, her short nails digging into his sides. "Fuck, Jean!" She climaxed at that moment, tossing her head back as his teeth dug firmly into the base of her throat.

Havoc continued to thrust a few more times until he bit down on his bottom lip and stilled, burying himself deeper into her depth as he climaxed. His mind went blank for a moment as he finished climaxing and wrapped his arms around Kym, rolling them over while still connected. His blond hair was soaking wet from sweat and he sighed into her light brown hair, inhaling in intoxicating scent of sweat, sex and citrus. "I fucking love you."

Rooker slid a hand down past his naval and touched his surprisingly soft happy trail, causing him moan under her touch. "I fucking love you, too."

He hummed and slowly rolled her onto her back, kissing her expanding belly gently and tracing his tongue along the darker circle surrounding her nipples. Kym licked her lips and hummed with approval, enjoying this post-sex playtime. Rooker ran her fingers through his blond hair and he raised his head. "You're so beautiful, Kym."

"You are very handsome, Jean." She sat up and kissed him gently as he moved to get up. "Why don't you get cleaned up. I need a moment to lay here and gather my bearings."

Jean stepped over the bed and headed to the small bathroom to clean himself up, leaving Kym to bask in her long overdue sexual need. Just as her eyes were starting to drift closed, her phone started to ring and she groaned, rolling over. "Alchemist Rooker speaking."

"Hey, it's Karley." She heard the commotion of others talking in the background. "General Armstrong's calling a meeting. Make sure Jean Havoc's there, alright?"

A cold chill traveled down her spine. "You got it, Karley." She hung up the phone and swept her fingers through her hair. "Holy shit. This isn't good." Rooker looked around and gathered up her clothes. "Jean!"

Havoc almost tripped over himself as he reached for the door. "Yes? You okay?"

"Just got a call about a Armstrong calling for a meeting with everyone. From the sound of it, it involves everyone in the fort. Including visitors." She pulled her clothes on as she spoke, her voice slightly shaking. "This isn't good. She doesn't call a meeting unless she means serious fucking business."

Jean swallowed and he watched her get dressed, her expanding belly slightly slowing her down. "W-what does this mean?"

She paused as she buttoned up her uniform coat, her eyes searching his face for a moment. "War."

To be continued...