Another chapter. hope to satisfy someone's curiosity!

Disclaimer: i don't own FMA or the song I'll Be Home For Christmas.

Ummm...this story is rated M for a reason. I'm giving you the warning bc this chapter is steamy. hope you enjoy. i'm having fun writing this, though its sorta odd. :/

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-TSA

Chapter 3: I'll Be Home For Christmas

The smell of a freshly baked pumpkin pie made her mouth water. Checking its progress in the oven, she found herself wishing it was done just so she could eat it all by herself, though her intention was to share it with her subordinates at the office tomorrow. She spun around to the soft sound of her radio playing, giving Lacy a scratch behind the ears as she hopped up onto the counter. 'I'm dreaming tonight of a place I love. Even more than I usually do and although I know it's a long road back I promise you…'

When the timer went off, she rushed to pull her pie from the oven, inhaling the cinnamon fragrance that tickled her nostrils. Lacy was purring loudly while circling back and forth on the counter to get a better whiff of the aromas that flooded the kitchen. Swatting her cat's paw away, she heard the creaking of her front door as it was slowly opened. She pulled the gun out from the back of her jeans, clicking the safety off.

Stepping around the staircase, she choked upon seeing Kimbley standing there, removing his snow covered jacket and fedora. Had he really found the key again? 'I'll be home for Christmas. You can count on me. Please have snow and mistletoe and presents by the tree.' She tucked her gun away after clicking the safety back on while walking out from behind the staircase. This all looked so familiar that it was making her nauseas.

"Did you really find my key again?" she asked with exasperation.

Kimbley smirked, "This time you actually left the door unlocked."

She wrinkled her nose, muttering curses about her laziness, "But that doesn't mean you can just walk in without a knock!"

"Aw, the kitty cat does hiss…" He leaned up against the door, arms crossed over his chest while she fumed from his teasing, "I like it better when you purr."

"Why are you here?" she snapped.

He held his arms up above his head, "I told you I'd be visiting you soon."

"I don't have time for this." She turned on her heel and stomped off to the kitchen; where Lacy was dangling her paw overtop the pumpkin pie, swatting ever so often to test the temperature before she decided to try eating it. Jane tapped her on the head, "That'll be enough from you."

"Is that a pumpkin pie?" Kimbley asked while strolling into the kitchen.

Seizing a spatula, she wracked him across the knuckles with it, "You can't have any."

"Bitch…" he muttered.

Her eyes grew to the size of her head, "What did you just say?"

"Bitch." He smirked, that playful gleam in his eyes making her blood boil, "What are you going to do about it?" Lacy leapt from the kitchen high-top to the counter, rubbing up against Kimbley while purring loudly, "Damn. I miss the days that you made such affectionate sounds."

'Christmas Eve will find you, where the love light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas if only in my dreams.'

Jane walked over to him, arms crossed over her chest, "I'd appreciate if you stopped antagonizing me."

"I miss the times when I could get a rise out of you." He reached his hand out and stroked her flushed cheek, "You're keeping your distance."

"There's a reason for that." She smacked his hand aside, "You're nothing but trouble."

"Tell me something I don't know, Babe."

She gasped as his arms captured her waist, holding her so tightly up against his chest that she thought she'd suffocate. His amber eyes held her gaze set ablaze from his antagonizing, but she didn't want to look away. Her muscles were so tense and she knew that was how he wanted her. He wanted her to fight, to resist his control over her until he could make her snap, all her anger blossoming into a beautiful explosion of passion.

'I'll be home for Christmas. You can count on me. Please have some snow and mistletoe and presents by the tree.'

"Let me go."

He gently laid prickling kisses along her jaw while she squirmed in his embrace. Her skin was turning hot, her cheeks flushing dark as her chest heaved for a gasp of oxygen, "Is that what you really want?" One hand moved along her hip, sliding up over her breast, feeling for the petal of flesh from under her shirt and bra, "Tell me what you want."

Demanding little fuck…Jane closed her eyes while trying to get a grasp on her disappearing sanity. She grabbed hold of his wrist before pushing herself away from him, "I don't want this."

Kimbley sighed impatiently, "I'm really not in the mood for seducing you. Guess I'll just do things my way."

Jane pulled out her gun, safety off, and raised it between his eyes, "Take another step and you're done."

"I like when you play tough. It's a turn on!" He caught her in a moment's hesitation, lashing out to knock the gun from her hand. As it crashed to the floor, he grabbed her by the back of her pants while she dove for it, throwing her across the kitchen, "You asked for it."

Jane rubbed her head, not knowing the words she could possibly say to him to make him leave, "You're a monster."

He knelt down beside her, "I've worked very hard to become one. Once I'm through with you, you might as well make me the new King of Hell!"

"A title fit for a psychopath."

He rolled his eyes, smacking her across the face with the back of his hand. She recoiled with her hand pressed to her swelling lip, eyes wide as he rose to his feet, "That's what you think of me?"

He shrugged and slowly stalked out of the kitchen.

'Christmas Eve will find me, where the love light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams, if only in my dreams.'

Jane dove for her gun, chasing after him, but when she came around from behind her staircase, he knocked the pistol from her hands. She scrambled to pull her alchemy gloves from her pocket, but he was already three steps ahead of her. She tripped over herself, hitting the floor with his weight bearing down on her. Fists flailing, she let out a cry before he pinned her down with her arms stretched above her head. Tears burned in her eyes.

"Putting up a fight, are we?" He leaned closer to her, breath hot on her neck and cheeks, "Purr for me…"

It hit her. She hated each sickening second. His lips were so hot, so welcoming that she couldn't help but melt underneath him. Hands sliding down her arms, she moaned quietly between their pursed lips, lusting for every inch of his sadistic nature. She untangled his hair from its hold, letting it fall as a curtain around their faces as kiss after kiss was forced upon her like she was being drowned for wanting a cool drink of water. Oh, the sins of mankind.

Seven ugly sins and she felt each of them inside of her. His hands were merciless in their trek of her body, unbuttoning and undressing her with such ease that she had forgotten in the instances that they were apart. She was cold, naked, defenseless, all her morals following the tainted whispers that hissed in her ears. His mouth was so hot, searing scars molding to calluses. She couldn't breathe while he tortured her with small caresses over the pert blossoms of her breasts.

Arms hooking around his shoulders, she pressed herself up against him in hopes to make some small contact with his skin. But he was teasing her, keeping her waiting until she'd beg for him. No, she'd never stoop that low again. He'd have to beg for her.

She fell back against the floor, hands braced against his chest to keep him at a distance. Her heart was beating fast as she gazed up into the crazed gleam of his eyes, frightened by his hunger. Those tears burned again, one falling in a perfect drop down her cheek then her neck. His weight suddenly came off her, the fire extinguished as he watched her with confusion on his face.

Jane grabbed her clothes, ashamedly dressing herself as his eyes remained glued to her. She shuttered when he stood up, unprepared for the arms that secured her in a comforting embrace. Her head buried in his chest while the tears dried from her eyes.

"I don't mean to be this way with you," he murmured.

"Why are you back in my life?" she sniffled.

He kissed her forehead, "Because I'm territorial."

"Manipulative bastard…" She broke herself from his arms, glancing over his shoulder. She walked over and grabbed his hat and jacket, throwing them at him while opening the door, "You've overstayed your welcome."

He smirked, grabbing her by the folds of her shirt and tugging her closer to press one last kiss to her lips, "I'll knock next time."

He left, wandering down the sidewalk while shrugging into his jacket. He fiddled with his hat, watching the snow fall against it and disappear. The game had just begun. Musing on his little victory, his mind lost itself to the sweet splendor of having explored her skin. It had been too long and that craving for carnage was becoming uncontrollable. His next move would be to make her believe that he actually had the ability to love her and that he was willing to ignore his orders to kill her.

"If only in my dreams…" he laughed.

. . . .

Jane sat alone at the bar, swishing the ice cubes in her glass of scotch around in circles with each turn of her wrist. Her eyes were lost to the lights that danced off the bottles of alcohol behind the bar counter, the glinting losing her in a swell of confusion that lulled her into a sleep. Head supported by her palm, she lazily asked for a refill on her drink, sliding the money over to the bartender, who looked concerned about her insisting on drinking more.

She glanced over her shoulder at the few couples that were scattered across the bar, snuggled up together like bundled blurs in the booth seats. She grimaced while taking a sip of her scotch, shocked again by its bitter taste that stung her throat. It had been awhile since she had drunk something alcoholic, but tonight felt reasonable. Dressed in a short black dress with tights on underneath, she looked like she was prepared for a little danger from a flirtatious eye.

But she just wanted to be alone.

"Excuse me, Bartender?" She waved him over, "Can you maybe change the song to something upbeat?"

"I'll see what I can do."

Smiling a little, she listened to bluesy atmosphere that made her think about the old jazz clubs she used to love. Her parents would take her there when she was younger, building an admiration for that music in the young girl she once was. She drank a little more, the bartender asking if she wanted another. Upon answering 'yes', a man in a black coat strolled up and ordered one with her, paying for both of them.

"It's a shame when pretty girls have to drink by themselves."

Jane smiled up at Roy as he sat down on the barstool beside hers, "How'd you know I was here?"

"I didn't. That was just a bonus." He took a sip from his glass of scotch, "What are you doing all by yourself?"

"Drinking away a few hundred miseries." She ran her fingers through her hair, "My past caught up to me."

"I'm thinking a transfer to Briggs would help you out."

Jane chuckled, "Frozen tundra? Could be worse…" She stared off to the right so he couldn't see her face, "…I could be stuck with Kimbley."

Roy's brow furrowed, "Kimbley's in jail-"

"He's been pardoned." She refused to look at him, but she knew his face would be taught with anger, "He paid a visit to my house."

Roy grabbed her arm, pulling her to look over at him, "Has he hurt you?" He already knew that answer, "Damn it, Jane."

"Don't give me that, Roy."

"How long are you going to keep this up?"

"I'm fine!" She ran her fingers through her hair again, "I've always been fine."

Roy sighed with frustration, taking out the rest of his drink with a tilt of his head. Setting the glass down, he ran his finger along the rim until a light humming erupted, mixing with the saucy tune in the bar. He saw people standing up to dance, their bodies molding together in the low dim lights. With a grin, he slid his hand over Jane's until she intertwined her fingers with his. He stood with her at his side and escorted her onto the small dance floor.

His arms held her waist, hands resting against her hips, not daring to go further. She rested her head against his chest while they swayed to the soft tune that spoke of love and the beauty of a woman. She wanted to believe she'd be embarrassed for sharing such sensual innocence with her commanding officer, but their friendship made things normal. He spun her out of his arms then gently tucked her close, staring down into those green eyes.

Jane could feel the alcohol sitting in her stomach, swishing around violently with the acids already in there. She continued to sway with him, but her world was spinning too fast. Her knees quaked and she could feel her skin turn clammy. Breaking away from Roy, she rushed off to the bathroom, throwing herself into a stall as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Each heave made her feel like she was being stabbed, tears clouding her eyes until the vomiting had stopped.

She held onto the toilet seat for a few minutes before attempting to stand in her stiletto heels. Throwing her shoes aside, she gathered up her energy and forced herself to stand, though she couldn't keep her knees from shaking. Her hands held against the sink while she turned on the water and splashed it over her face. As she washed her mouth out, the door to the bathroom opened and Roy walked in with her coat in his hands.

"How many drinks did you have?" he asked while she grabbed a paper towel to wipe her mouth.

"Four." She teetered backwards, taking hold of the sink again to restrain herself from falling, "I'm such a lightweight."

"I'll take you home."

He watched her wobble back into one of the stalls, her shoes in her hands as she walked back out. As she slid into her red coat, he swept her up into his arms and carried her out of the bar. She felt awkward with the stares people gave her, whispering amongst themselves and creating stories as to why he was holding her. Shaking her head, she decided to close her eyes in the attempt to sleep off the dizziness that plagued her stomach.

Upon arriving at her home, she was set on her feet to retrieve the key from her pocket. She tripped inside, nearly toppling over until Roy seized her waist. He pulled her back up against himself as if they had been dancing, his eyes all too concerned about her condition.

"You should get home, Colonel." His brow furrowed at her use of his title, "I can handle it from here."

"Sleep as long as you need to. You won't be punished for being late," he replied.

"Oh, good." She wobbled her way out of his embrace, making her way over to the couch in the living room, "I might not wake for awhile."

When Roy left, she collapsed onto her couch, face pressed to the pillows. She tucked her knees to her chest and closed her eyes, ignoring that she didn't have a blanket, but her house was relatively warm. Sleep took over, though not pleasantly. The entire night was plagued by memories and nightmares of her past.

. . . .

It was useless to keep cleaning her gloves. They were just going to get bloodied up like the soldiers lying on bed cots in the medical tents. Their one building that had certainly been roomier was being used to torture Ishbalan captives in experiments. She had been meaning to check up with Doctor Knox in hopes that he hadn't lost his sanity just yet. There were very few people who could even compose themselves; her number of nurses was slowly diminishing.

She wandered outside to the dirt and dust of the camp, eyes squinting in the sunlight. She rested her hands on her hips while searching through the crowds of soldiers in hopes that she'd find a familiar face. But not seeing Roy led her to believe that he was out on the frontline, committing unspeakable horrors that came to life in his eyes. Bowing her head, she walked back through the tent flaps to check up on Maes Hughes, who she hoped could offer some comfort to her.

But when she walked to where his "room" was, she found an empty bed. Brows knitting, she grabbed the first nurse that walked past her, "Where's Captain Maes Hughes?"

The woman flipped through her clipboard, "He was sent back to the frontline. General's orders."

Jane shoved the woman aside, storming from the tent and across the camp to a building that housed the commanding officers of the military forces. She got into a shouting argument with the soldier guarding the door, but nothing she said granted her entrance. She tried to force her way in when a man pushed his way between them. Recognizing his face, she grabbed him by the sleeve of his military jacket before he walked inside.

"You're not allowed inside, Ma'am!" the soldier on guard yelled.

Kimbley raised a brow, glancing down at where Jane was now clinging to his arm, "She's with me."

The soldier was fuming, "She has no business bothering the generals."

"Well, even if that's truth, I don't mind being accompanied by a pretty face."

He gave her a wink.

"A woman has no place on the battlefield…" The soldier grumbled, "…not even as a doctor."

She ignored his words while Kimbley directed her inside the dimly lit building, her arm still linked with his. He stopped a moment before they entered the conference room, peering down at her with his beautiful amber eyes.

"For the sake of curiosity…" He leaned against the wall, "…why were you trying to get in here?"

Jane wrinkled her nose, "I had a patient set for another few days of bed rest and they overruled my judgment and sent him back to the frontline!"

He seemed overly amused by her flaring temper, "Hate to break it to you, but you don't hold a high command. Your word means nothing."

"I won't back down, if that's what you're asking me to do."

Kimbley smirked, that fire of her eyes dancing madly. He stepped towards her until her back hit the opposite wall, resting an arm above her head, "You're determined. I like it."

"I don't need your approval," she retorted.

He began to laugh, his breath hot against her neck, his words snaking in her ears, "I didn't know you could bite, Janie."

"There's a lot you don't know about me." She pressed herself up against the wall, trying to avoid brushing up against him, "I feel as though you're trying to prevent me from standing up for myself?"

"Actually, I'd like to hear you out against those old men." He stroked her cheek, which made her body go rigid, "But they aren't here right now."

"Then why did you drag me in here?"

"I didn't drag you." He flicked her nose, "I'm here on my own business and I was happy to oblige to your company."

Jane was beginning to see what Roy was warning her about, "I would like to leave, Major."

He took a step back, arms spread wide as if he were about to create a massive explosion, "I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable, Janie."

"I'm not uncomfortable." She stared at him, eyes focused on the few buttons of his military jacket that were undone. She bit her bottom lip, wondering if she had the audacity to suppress her curiosity about what lie underneath. Staggering a step forward, she shut off her screaming mind, "We're alone, aren't we?"

He smirked, noticing her eyes flicker from his face to his jacket, "Yes."

Jane walked over to him, forcing her legs to stop shaking. Her hands slid up his chest, stopping to unbutton his jacket and slide it from his shoulders. There was a blush in her cheeks as she watched each muscle tense while she dragged her fingertips over his chest. She tried to breathe as deeply as she could, though the air around them was musky with a mix of sweat and her perfume. As he raised his hands to her blouse, she began to unbutton it, fumbling as her hands shook with anticipation.

He licked his lips, mouth dry as he stared at her tan skin and plump bosom that peeked out from under her bra. He hesitantly caressed her waist, not wanting to lose himself too quickly, but she took hold of his wrists and brought them against her breasts, her lips meeting his in a kiss of dark passion. He kneaded each plump mound, reveling in her soft cries and moans. His tongue pried open her lips to suckle the moisture of her mouth.

Her back was against the wall, his hands mercilessly trekking over her body. She shivered when he un-zippered her pants, fingers prickling against her barrier. He smirked in their kiss until she broke her mouth from his, breathy words slipping from her mouth.

"Oh, God…don't…" She blushed as he peered down at her flushed face, "…hesitate…"

Her nails dug at his shoulders while his fingers moved inside her underwear, prodding at her entrance. Sliding one inside of her, she nearly collapsed, her thighs quaking against his pagan rhythm. She wasn't sure when the second or third finger entered her, but it was too much for her to keep her conscious. So far gone…everything a blur…Her thighs hurt so bad and her abdomen was tight enough to make her cry out in pain. When he withdrew from her, she released that unearthly climax.

"Fuck…" She panted, glancing down at her pants, "It's getting everywhe-!"

She gasped as Kimbley pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees. Her eyes were wide as he knelt in front of her, mouth parting her nether lips while he licked her climax that started from her exhausted entrance. If her thighs hurt before, it was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt. His tongue was merciless, snaking in and out of her. Her fingers tangled in his hair while she moaned his name.

She nearly collapsed when he rose to his feet, licking his lips then cleaning off the mess that remained on his fingers. Blushing darkly, she quickly redressed herself, fumbling like a child with the buttons of her blouse. Her skin was clammy and her limbs were so loose that she was wondering if she could even walk. Glancing at Kimbley, she found his smirk dancing with life and his eyes still fired with passion. No more…

"You're a naughty girl."

He wrapped her in his arms, suffocating her in his embrace.

"Please, don't say anything about this," she pleaded.

"Only if I can have you again." He nipped at her ear, goose-bumps crawling over her skin. "I like your taste."

The tip of his tongue dragged along the side of her neck, a shock spiraling down her spine. She brought his face to hers and pressed a kiss to his lips, tongue working until she could taste herself in the corners of his mouth. When she managed to pull herself away from him, she was panting, her eyes cast to the floor. Glancing up at him, she saw his face slightly dumbfounded, though his eyes were still ablaze.

"If you want me again then you'll need to try a little harder to convince me." She smirked, something that felt weird, "I'm not going to be easy on you."

He began to chuckle, "I like a challenge, but be careful." He picked up his jacket, "I'm a dangerous guy."

So yeah...here's the end of chapter 3! i will continue to update, but your support would be much appreciated!

-TSA