Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or Havoc or Fuery:( It was not my idea to write cutie little drabbles about them. It was Spades 44. And if you haven't read her stuff, shame on you! o Er... hers are much better. Don't let my crappy wriitng scare you away from the cuteness that is Havoc/Fuery! o
Doghouse
Havoc watched Fuery with quite a bemused expression on his usually stoic face. It was simply astonishing to him that Fuery, a technical genius, someone so handy, was having such a difficult time with simple construction.
Fuery cried out as his hammer missed the nail (again) and planted itself upon his thumb. He decided to take a moment's break.
"How hard can it be to nail some boards together?" Havoc teased.
"With or without distractions?" Fuery retorted with slight indignation, which prompted a keen grin from Havoc.
"Am I distracting you?" he smiled. Fuery blushed.
"N... No." He continued to fumble with the tools.
"What are you making anyways?" Havoc interrogated.
"A... doghouse," Fuery murmured. Havoc tilted his head. "... For Black Hayate... It was a month ago that I found him, so... It's like an anniversary."
"Really? Then, it's kind of like our anniversary, too, isn't it?"
The hammer slipped from Fuery's hand and landed on his foot. He was flustered.
"Wh-What do you mean by that?" he asked nervously, avoiding Havoc's calmly intense eyes.
"Well, it was the day I first noticed you," Havoc beamed. Fuery slowly turned towards him and met his gentle smile. Havoc leaned towards him and pressed their lips together.
Moments later, he drew back, leaving Fuery in a daze.
"Am I distracting you?" he smirked.
Er... again. Sorry if it was crappy o;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
