last of the valentines requests...i think? if i missed yours, let me know! got called into work a few times already this week on my days off. my head is ready to asplode-fireun
Of all the days to get cold feet…why did it have to be now? When it mattered. Why couldn't he have gotten squeamish or nervous months ago, when he leaned over that first time and planted a kiss on Fury's nose? The worst that had happened then was Fury blushing an almost unnaturally bright shade of red and becoming incoherent for about an hour. Now though, now it was his time to blush and stall, to feel sweat bead in a chilly reminder of his anxiety.
Whose damn idea had it been to create a holiday on which everyone suddenly became consciously aware of his or her own dating status? What a terrible idea! Most relationships couldn't handle that sort of stress with any sort of grace, hell; most people couldn't act with any sort of grace under this sort of situation.
Havoc raised his fifth cigarette of the hour to his mouth, chewing on it for a moment before thinking to light it. The difference between months ago and now is that he hadn't thought about his actions, hadn't thought about anything but the absolutely adorable look that had been on Fury's face…
"Jean?" Fury's voice, curious and light…Havoc bit through his cigarette as he jumped, startled and fretful. What if he didn't look alright…if the restaurant wasn't perfect…
"Hey, settle down. You are nervous as a dog about to be neu…ahem. Never mind. What has you so worked up?" Fury tilted his head to the side as he peered into the open bathroom.
Which reminded Havoc of a tiny bird. Suddenly as his anxiety demanded an outlet and he began to chuckle, which swiftly turned into a heaving guffaw. Tears streaming down his face, Jean Havoc braced himself against the sink, trying desperately to breathe.
Fury watched for a moment, and then made a decision. "Hey, Jean, why don't we just stay in tonight."
"Eh?" was all Havoc managed around the remaining chuckles and panting breath.
"I am a little tired. Why don't we just have some dinner here at home instead of going out?"
Havoc was a smart man, and he knew what was going on. His intelligence was also the reason that he didn't protest when Fury led him out of the bathroom and settled him on the couch, nestling against him with a content sigh. They would have dinner at home.
Later.
ShenYue- i am addicted to Hohenheim. it is awkward, and yet amazing. -love-. and i suppose i will run out of ideas at some point or another...but i dont see it happening anytime soon.
SpinningAvia - glad you like! for some reason i am full of the fluff lately...it must have scared off all the crack for the time being.
Mortari - i live to serve! must...update...more... hehe. i am addicted myself, so the drabbles shall keep on coming! i bought myself the fma metal box for valentines. -sweatdrop-
Honeywell - if i canruin any attempts at intelligible speech, i consider my work here done -grin- . glad you like! it makes me happy when my readers are reduced to cute 'awwww' noises.
Jade Pen - please remember to use sunscreen if you do feel the need to bask. seriously, thank you so much for the comment. i got so much more confident in writing these as they moved along, which is probably the prime factor that has let them get better. i am glad they got noticeably better.
Roane the Alchemist - never thought i would make it to fifty and then BOOM! i was there. it was kinda...weird.
Humor Queen Merc - you know all my RoyAi is directed for your enjoyment. -bows- the crack will most likely resume at this point. i am all fluffed out or somesuch. so much...gooey love-melts-
Animegoil - Roy is weird (and awesome) enough to sit there talking to a picture of Maes. i get the impression he used to pass a lot of ideas and such past his friend when they were working together...so it makes sense. at least in this crack infested bit of fleshy bits i call a brain... dear god...18 DK books? i am behind...