Visits

Disclaimer: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist, you suing bastards; keep your claws to yourself.

Pairing: RossxBrosh

It was convenient that Sergeant Denny Brosh lived off base, that way Lieutenant Maria Ross could sneak to his house whenever she pleased. He was never unhappy to see her; whenever she came by she was greeted with a warm smile and a mug of coffee. They would talk over simple things, like the weather or the cases they worked on outside their partnership, and sometimes there was no talking at all, just the sweet silence of contentment. They always enjoyed the other's company, and Maria always left satisfied. Now, if Brosh was totally satisfied, that was a question.

Denny had feelings for Maria since he first saw her enter the office, her long hair (which was now very, very short because she thought of it as a hassle) tied primly in a neat ponytail on the top of her head. She seemed like she was out of place, a soft light brightening one of the darkest battalions in the whole Amestris army, the Investigations Department. Right of the bat he, and most others in the office, took a liking to her, Major Hughes especially because for the first three months she actually enjoyed looking at the pictures of the infant Elisa and his wife, Gracia. But even when she saw horrific things, it only strengthened her resolve to stop it; in a word she was idealistic.

Time changed her from the nervous and humble (even to someone of a lower rank like Brosh himself) girl to a sharp and direct woman, and he grew to love her no-nonsense attitude that formed over time, the way she had a desk messier then anything he ever saw and yet she always looked perfect, not a hair out of place.

And he decided that it was about time he made some of those hairs stand out of place.

A loud knock on the door told him Maria was back for her evening coffee, and Brosh invited her in warmly as usual. They talked casually until they reached the sergeants small kitchen, Maria taking a seat at one of the two bar chairs at the counter top, Brosh's small home didn't have a dinning room.

"So Maria, how are you feeling today?" Denny said, pouring a cup of coffee for his partner, black, as she liked it.

"A bit tired, but aren't we all. This Tucker case is getting on my nerves, what sort of father would do that to his daughter? Those poor boys that had to see it too. Wasn't one of them a State Alchemist?"

"Just passed a week before the incident, if memory serves. I heard Hughes talking about how this is linked to a serial killing spree somehow, but it's top secret, so I have no idea what the killings are about."

Maria sighed, smelling the strong coffee before sipping it slowly. Denny followed suit, eying her over his mug. He debated when he was going to make his first move, and through much deliberation, decided that now was a pretty good time. He casually leaned over the counter, tracing the rim of the pale coffee mug.

"Maria, how long have we been working together now? About three years?"

"About, why do you ask Denny?" Maria cocked her eyebrow in curiosity, taking another sip of her coffee.

Denny shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Over these three years, I… I've been attracted to you. I know about fraternization, I'm not stupid, but I feel very strongly about you. I was wondering though, is this one-sided, or if maybe you like me back."

Silence reigned in the room, the coffee cup covering the lieutenant's eyes. Slowly she lowered the cup, eyes closed. Denny's hopeful face began to fall, his eyes lowering themselves to stare at the countertop.

The next thing Maria did would have his head spinning for weeks.

Suddenly very soft lips were thrust against his in a powerful kiss, her hands holding his paralyzed face in place. When he finally regained his senses he kissed her back, recognizing the bitter taste of coffee on her lips. They both pulled away, panting softly and staring intensely into each others eyes.

"Couch?" Denny asked breathlessly, running his hands through his hair, trying to clean it up. Maria just sat hair mess and all, a small smile on her lips.

"Couch."

First they casually walked, then they sprinted towards the couch, Denny quickly pinning her to the soft cushions, their kisses desperate for the others as she pulled him closer, messing his hair with her fingers again. Denny gave a small agitated growl, but was smiling when he pulled away from her. It was her turn to give a frustrated growl, as she wriggled underneath him, blush evident on her cheeks.

"Your hair is out of place." He said playfully, feeling bolder then usual.

"Shut up." She said shortly, yanking him down by his t-shirt.

From then on, some in the office noticed that when Lieutenant Ross came in some mornings, some hairs were out of place.

END

Authors Note: I have a great idea for a long term RossxBrosh fic, but making a one-shot is surprisingly hard for this couple. But I think I did a good job, if I do say so myself. Well, enjoy!

Wearer of the viking hat,

Gabby the Great