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"If I didn't know better, I'd say that Mustang was jealous," Jean commented from the bathroom.
"What makes you say that?"
"He called me in today after work and read me the riot act."
"What's his problem now?"
"Off a purely irrational basis, I'd say that it's the fact that you're still currently basically living with me is irritates him to no end."
Ed laughed at that. "In that case, I'll stay forever. Pissing that man off is one of my favorite jobs."
There was a skeptical pause. "And you're dragging me into it?"
"Of course, you moron. It takes two to tango, you know."
"All the same, I'd rather not do anything that would piss him off too much. He is my boss, after all."
"What's the worst that could happen?" Ed asked rhetorically. "It's not like the man's willing to transfer you or anything..."
Jean exited the bathroom, adjusting his pyjama bottoms. "I know. The man's going to make damn well good and sure that I can't go anywhere he can't keep an eye on me."
Ed leaned back against the couch, enjoying the view. "Why not? You're a big boy now, and you're fully capable of taking care of yourself."
"Tell him that," Jean retorted. He raked back the soaked fluff of his bangs. "Sometimes I think that man is too overprotective for his own good."
"He can't help being in love," Ed said mischievously, studying the intricate web of scars on Jean's right side.
"Don't you start saying that, too," the taller said warningly. "Even Fury is teasing me about that, and it's driving me nuts."
Ed grinned impishly. Well, if so many people are saying it, then it must be true," he teased. A towel smacked into his face.
"Shut up. I'd like to stay in denial, thanks much."
"What is with you and your denial?" He draped the towel around Jean's shoulders. His flesh hand trailed a long scar across Jean's stomach.
"It's so comfortable once you wear off the rough bits." Jean scraped his wet hair back again. "Seriously? There's no reason for me to really care anymore."
"Maybe you should," he suggested lightly. He moved his hands to cup Jean's face. "Please?"
"No." The taller man tried to push him away.
This time, Ed refused to be thwarted. "Not now, Jean. This time, I'm going to get what I want. You're not going to stop me again." He pulled, and Jean came.
