Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. Hiromu Arakawa does. :D
Author's Note: I'm glad with the feedback! :DDD I'm sorry about the last chapter… you know the lemon part… hehe… actually, I couldn't bring myself to continue with it so I created an 'interruption' in the story line… :DDDD anyway, here it is… ENJOY~~~~~!
"Good Morning." Kimblee lazily announced his arrival. Olivier purposefully ignored him and continued on her work.
"Had a bad dream or what?" Kimblee teased. He quickly went over to his table and started his unfinished paper works. "Or maybe you couldn't forget what happened last week…"
Olivier's eyebrow twitched. Damn him for bringing that up. She cursed under her breath.
Kimblee noticed her annoyance. "Someone sure is remembering something…." He bit his lower lip at the memory of the Colonel's body grinding against his.
Olivier glared at him with piercing eyes. "Shut the hell up."
"You're making me want to do it again with you. Admit it, 'Liv. It felt really really good-"
"How's your wound?" Olivier wanted to punch herself for saying that. It's so obvious she's trying to change the topic.
Luckily for her, Kimblee fell for the bait. "Oh… well, it's still aching a bit. But it'll be fine over time." He smiled while touching the wound on his back.
Olivier remembered why he got that wound. He saved her. Again. Not that she wanted it to turn out like that but… "Thanks."
"Huh?" Kimblee shifted his attention from his wound to Olivier. The latter just stood up to make coffee. "Oh, you mean when I saved you? Heh. It's okay; it's my fault you were caught off guard after all." He glimpsed at his CO trying to see if she got what he was suggesting.
Olivier frowned, but still continued making coffee.
"Oh, and may I have some of that?"A childish grin appeared on Kimblee's face.
Olivier seemed to not notice him, but minutes later, she went over to Kimblee's table and gave him a cup. "Oh, thanks!" Kimblee smirked at the sight of the coffee. He took a sip and exhaled. "Wow, this is good."
Olivier ignored him again and took a sip on her own cup.
"Oh, now that I thought of it… When's your birthday 'Liv? Just curious."
Olivier froze.
"What, you don't have a birthday?" Kimblee chuckled.
Olivier glared at him. "Idiot."
"Then when is it? Come on, don't play hard to get, tell me." Kimblee stood and stepped towards Olivier's table.
"Hard to get?!" Olivier glared for the nth time.
"Stop giving me your poisonous glares. Nothing's gonna hurt even if you told me when it is."
"And nothing's gonna hurt if I don't." Olivier responded looking away. "And stop being childish."
"I'm not being childish." Kimblee leaned in. "Now would you please tell me when it is?"
Olivier sighed. Nothing's going to happen anyway. "It's on the 23rd."
Kimblee's eyes widened. "It's…this weekend right?"
Olivier sipped her coffee, nodding a little.
"Ho-ho. And your birthday's going to pass by and you're not even going to tell me."
"And why should I tell you?" Olivier snorted. "I don't celebrate it. I spend the day I was born like any other day in my life. Sometimes, I even forgot that it was my birthday. I'll remember it for about… a month after the actual day." Olivier chuckled a bit.
"Eh? What a woman…." Kimblee smirked.
Olivier just rolled her eyes.
"So do you have plans?"
When the Colonel didn't respond, Kimblee started again. "You're gonna spend it with your family, eh."
"No."
"Don't tell me you don't have a family." Kimblee laughed creepily sending Olivier to rage.
"Will you just stop disturbing me?!" Olivier growled in frustration. For her it's really a pain to hear Kimblee's bothersome voice over and over again. And the mention of her 'family' made her more furious. It's been years since she had seen them. And she's thankful for that, and for the fact that she hasn't seen her brother for years. Another pain in the ass, just like this idiot talking to me.
In reality, Kimblee wasn't really this talkative or annoying. He wasn't even expressive about his feelings. But Kimblee have to remind himself, he's dealing with Olivier. And he thought that this is the right way to get what he wants. Be expressive and always piss of the queen… and the heart of ice will soon be melted. He smiled to himself.
"Anyway, if you changed your mind I'm always available." Kimblee have to drop the subject.
Kimblee yawned widely as he got up from sleep.
"Good evening sleepy monster." Kimblee turned and saw Olivier staring at her with that bored face of hers.
He yawned again and stretched his body. "How many hours have I been asleep?"
"For about five." Olivier narrowed her eyes on him. "Thanks to your very nice sleeping habits, the papers won't be finished on the deadline. Look, it's already time to go home. If I could only transfer you to another division, you lazy asshole."
"And why can't you?" Kimblee smirked, straightening his jacket.
"It would probably take a while for the Fuhrer to give me subordinates and I hate to deal with transfer papers that would surely pile up with more paper works if I transfer you."
"Good 'Livvy." Kimblee smirked widely.
"Fuck Off." Olivier leaned back to her chair and closed her eyes for a while.
"Oh? Looks like my baby got tired…." Kimblee stated, his eyes gleaming with malice.
Olivier tried to ignore him, but she became more annoyed as she heard Kimblee's steps moving towards her. She still kept her eyes closed and tried to relax. There was complete silence as Olivier rested and Kimblee just watched her from the side.
"You want to loosen up or something?" Kimblee tried hard not to make his voice sound like he was implying something.
Olivier's eyes slightly opened.
"I know a good place to relax." Kimblee smiled as innocently as he could.
Olivier's mind isn't probably working right, because he agreed to come with Kimblee. Indeed, she was tired with all the additional paper works now that they've been promoted. And she doesn't mind loosening up once in a while.
As they walked through the halls of HQ, they both saw Rima coming from the opposite direction. "Hey beautiful." Kimblee greeted with a cheerful smile. Rima snapped into a salute and Olivier grumpily waved her off. Probably because he hated what Kimblee called her. Or maybe she was just jealous. Either way, she wouldn't show it especially to Kimblee.
Olivier continued to walk past Rima, but Kimblee suddenly started a conversation. "It's been a while Rima." Olivier's eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, Warrant Officer. Congratulations on your promotion." She smiled cutely towards Kimblee. Olivier, not liking the disgusting conversation, as she thought it to be, stayed quiet and calm.
Kimblee almost forgot that he's with his superior officer. "You're still as cute as ever."Kimblee's eyes remained focused at the girl. Rima wanted to feel flattered but she disliked the awkward situation. At this point, Olivier's patience faded and intentionally stepped on Kimblee's foot.
"Aww! What the-" Kimblee turned to Olivier who was obviously angry. Kimblee sighed and turned to Rima who was looking nervously at Olivier. "I'll see you next time."
"Yes sir." Rima saluted again and walked away.
Olivier took the chance to walk straight out of the hall while Kimblee's eyes subconsciously remain glued on Rima walking away. When Kimblee returned to his senses, he quickly followed Olivier out. "Why did you do that?" Kimblee asked. Olivier didn't respond and walked faster to avoid him. "You… you're jealous aren't you?" Kimblee whispered on Olivier's ear.
Olivier suddenly stopped walking. She blushed a little but then continued as if she heard nothing. Kimblee laughed quietly as he escorted his CO to the nearby park.
The South City Park was more beautiful during the night. Lanterns are everywhere, setting a good atmosphere in the area. The fountain in the middle was surrounded by candles that are perfect for dating lovers. Unfortunately for Kimblee, he didn't bring a girlfriend, but his superior instead.
"Relaxing isn't it?" He watched Olivier's expression turn calm as they sat by the fountain.
Olivier leaned back to rest on the bench while Kimblee satisfyingly watched her. She closed her eyes and tried to listen to the soft breeze of the wind, and the sound of the birds singing. Minus the sound of people talking, she noted.
Kimblee watched her intently, like a predator examining his prey. She's such a beautiful woman. Sexy, alluring, pretty, brave, naughty and quite nice. Perfect for him, he thought. "Do you want to transfer there?" Kimblee pointed to a small area under a large tree. Olivier slightly opened her eyes and agreed to transfer there as the voices of running kids annoy her.
Olivier closed her eyes and rested her head against the trunk. "You're really that tired huh?" Kimblee asked. "I'll buy a few drinks for us. Just wait there." He walked away towards a nearby store and bought some drinks and snacks for the two of them.
When he got back, he thought Olivier was already sleeping for her mouth is opened a little. " 'Liv, are you alright?" Kimblee checked her.
Olivier didn't respond. "Jeez, when you agreed to loosen up, did you mean you want to rest, like… sleep? What the hell…. Now I've got no one to talk to." Kimblee frowned to himself. He turned to Olivier to see if she noticed him, but her eyes are still closed. "And who are you calling a 'sleepy monster'?!" Kimblee shouted loud enough for Olivier to wake up. "…the hell?!" Olivier furiously growled at Kimblee.
Kimblee was surprised for a moment especially when Olivier suddenly grabbed one of the drinks he bought. "Chocolate?" Olivier asked him angrily. Kimblee could only nod.
"Perfect." Olivier opened the bottle and started drinking it. Kimblee handed out a piece of bread and they both enjoyed the night eating and watching people roam around the park. Kimblee, having been annoyed with the silence, took the opportunity to talk.
"May I ask you a question?" Kimblee asked her CO politely.
Olivier looked at him questioningly.
"What… what do you think about me?" Kimblee hesitatingly asked. He looked away the moment Olivier gave him an intriguing glance.
"Why do you ask?" Olivier's voice sounded normal compared to her usually angry voice.
"Well… I… I'm just curious… I normally don't care what others think of me but…. " He was stammering a little bit and Olivier noticed the flush in his cheeks.
"But..?"
"But… it's you after all." Kimblee didn't feel quite right for being this open to his officer.
"And so?" Olivier didn't want to drop the subject for she was curious as well.
"You're kind of special… I mean, you're the only friend I have so… I don't want you to think bad about me. I-I guess." He scratched the back of his head out of embarrassment.
Since Olivier was in the good mood, she's going to let Kimblee say whatever he wanted to. And besides, she's enjoying the startled look on Kimblee's face. He's been always acting cool and calm. She'd never seen him so nervous before.
"How about Lumforth, he's your friend too, right?"
"Indeed. I don't know exactly why, but it's easier to talk about these things with you. Heh, maybe because you're usually acting like a guy so I feel more comfortable with you. I guess." Kimblee made his trademark smirk again.
Olivier felt herself smile at that one. She usually hated to be treated like a woman. It just irritates her.
"So…" Kimblee bit his tongue as he waited for an answer.
"Well, I think you're a complete asshole." Olivier laughed at her own answer, causing Kimblee to shiver a bit.
"Now that's harsh." Kimblee pouted like a child.
"But seriously, I mean that. And I think you're also a jerk, a pervert, a cocky bastard, a lazy and sleepy monster, and an idiot."
"Did you really mean all of that?" Kimblee's look was that of astonished.
"Of course." Olivier nonchalantly said. Now it's my turn to bully you. "But…" Olivier paused for a moment, mulling over about her words. Kimblee leaned closer to make sure that he'll catch her next answer. Which, he hoped, to be a positive one.
"But sometimes I think you can also be an optimistic and intelligent person."
"And..?" Kimblee was obviously waiting for more positive answers.
Olivier sighed. "You can also be responsible, tactful, bold, trustworthy, and even caring." Olivier stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes in mentioning the last trait.
Kimblee smiled widely, like a child that won a house and lot.
"Happy?" Olivier rolled her eyes.
"Yeah. But tell me you mean all of that." Kimblee narrowed his eyes.
"I mean it idiot." Olivier softly looked at him, probably for the first time in months that they were working together.
Their eyes locked on each other for a moment, and Kimblee reached to caress her cheeks. "And you forgot one last trait…" Kimblee leaned closer towards Olivier. "Charming." Kimblee finally closed the gap between them and kissed her gently on the lips. Olivier allowed herself to bask in Kimblee's warmth. His scent almost drove her crazy. But she made sure nothing like last week will happen again. She kissed back a little and quickly pulled back.
Kimblee didn't want to let go, but he knew this was for the best.
"I'll go home now." Olivier stated, her cheeks a bit reddened. She stood up in unison with Kimblee. "I'll walk you home." He said.
"I'm not a child anymore." She insisted, walking ahead of Kimblee.
"Just consider it as one of my good traits, 'Liv." He smirked and wrapped a hand around her waist.
"And what do you call this disgusting trait?" Olivier sounded angry though she's not willing to argue. She brushed off Kimblee's arm though.
Kimblee smirked. "It's romantic, 'Liv. Romantic." He whispered in her ear as he escorted her through the streets of South City.
I like this chapter! Hehe… I'll tell you right now, Olivier is on the brink of liking Kimblee too. Hehe. I think even snobbish and bitchy characters can sometimes act oppositely. I mean, in every way there is also a human inside us. That a part of us can also act nothing like our normal selves. Ok, that's my defense mechanism here. So in that regard I think they're not OOC (When did I start saying things like this?) :D
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