"Winter Slumber"
I don't own Full Metal Alchemist. Arakawa Hiromu-san does.
I don't own "Almost." Sarah Harmer does.
Chapter 2: Bonding…Or something like that…
Later on that day, almost everyone had left, leaving Greed and Marta at the Devil's Nest. Marta tried to avoid him as much as possible, which is pretty difficult considering the fact that there are only four rooms. She was tired of just running away out of paranoia, so she decided to shower to calm her nerves. Since there was no one there (besides her and Greed), she used the warm water instead of her usual cold-water shower. (The bathroom looks a lot like a public bathroom, except cleaner and with shower stalls and curtains.)
She carried her clothes and a towel into the bathroom and placed the clothes on the counter where the sinks were. Then she locked the door and began to undress, folding her sleepwear and putting them next to her normal clothes. Shivering, she went into the shower stall and closed the curtain, carefully hanging her towel on the rack conveniently placed next to the curtain. She turned on the shower, and steam filled the room, fogging up any of the mirrors that were in there. Now she could think without being disturbed.
What was Greed thinking this morning? Why would he want to do that? She set that aside; now wasn't the time for it. She continued to wash herself and began to sing very softly.
"I almost dialed your number when I thought the coast was clear cause it's looked up for so long at me, and said 'Call me please…'" She stopped; she thought she heard someone walk in, but she had locked the door, so that couldn't happen, right? She brushed that aside and continued her song.
"But the place was closing, the counter girl turned the sign, the cooks were getting their coats and I got mine, and said 'Goodnight' to the sea of empty seats…" She was clean. It was time to get out. She didn't get to finish her song, but oh well. After grabbing the towel and drying off, she wrapped it around her abdomen and stepped out of the stall. She went to get her clothes…
…which weren't there?
Blink, blink.
Marta quickly looked to the door, and saw it was locked. She calmed a little bit after seeing that. But where were her clothes!
She looked again where they should be, and there, right next to the sink, was the bane of her existence: the lacey, red bra and panties. Clearly, someone was out to get her, and they wouldn't stop until she was mortified to the point where she'd want to crawl under a rock and die. I bet it was Dorochet, the bastard… she thought, forgetting that she and Greed were the only ones there. She put on the evil lingerie and wrapped the towel around herself again. She saw that there was a note under it that read "You're beautiful, hon."
Any nonexistent forgiveness that she had for the poor dog chimaera was thrown out the window. He'd probably listened to her singing too, the jerk! But then she realized that Dorochet wasn't home. He was out, doing…whatever the hell he was doing. The only other person there was…
Marta's eyes widened and she turned as red as the lingerie.
"You know, Marta, you have a beautiful voice," called Greed through the door.
Shit!
Marta stayed in the bathroom for another half hour, still in shock. She was woken from her trance when she heard Greed say, "If you don't come out in five seconds, I'm going to come in and get you."
"Ah! Wait!" she all-but-screamed, scrambling to get off the cold tile.
"Five."
She looked around frantically. Where was that damn towel!
"Four."
There! She ran to get her salvation.
"Three."
She hastily wrapped it around abdomen, and then ran to the door.
"Two."
Right before she got to the door, she slipped on a puddle on the floor. Smooth, Marta. Real smooth.
"One."
And as soon as she began to fall, Greed ran in and caught her, letting the towel slip off her body.
Damn. That was close, thought Greed. He let his eyes rest on Marta, scanning her body up and down. Marta, meanwhile, was trying to catch her breath from the shock of nearly cracking her skull, not noticing that he was staring at her.
Greed had to restrain himself from forcing himself on her right then and there. Twas quite difficult for him.
"Hey, Greed?"
"Yeah?"
"How'd you get in when the door was locked?'
"…shit."
By the time everyone went to bed, Marta had forgiven Greed a little bit- only a little! She was, once again, in his debt. First, he let follow him, and now he's saved her life.
But just because I'm in his debt doesn't mean he can do crap like that… she thought. Although… he did look really cool when he saved me. She blushed at this thought. No! Think like that, and you'll end up being his wife and having his children!
She paused for a minute, analyzing what just went through her head. She put the lingerie to shame with the shade of red that appeared on her face. Where the hell did that come from! She screamed in her head. Eww…that's friggin' disgusting! I can't believe I thought of doing that with Greed! He'd probably steal his children's belongings anyway, the jerk…Wait…DAMMIT, NOT AGAIN! Remember- stick to the plan!
Marta's "plan" was a desperate attempt to stop Greed from "bothering" her whilst she slept, which meant she pretended to sleep while she waited for everyone else to pass out, and then she'd sneak back to where she usually slept: the empty room. Genius! Pure genius! She changed back into her black tank top and grey sweatpants to sleep. Then she climbed into bed and waited.
About an hour later, she heard everyone saying their goodnights and going to bed. Good, she thought. Any longer and I would've fallen asleep. She waited a little bit longer, and soon she heard no noise. But Greed still didn't come into his room. Just as she was about to get up and check where he was, she froze, having heard the doorknob turn. Her heart pounded in her ears; now was the moment of truth. If this didn't works, then nothing would!
Greed crept into the room as quietly as he could; he didn't want to wake his Marta. Then he saw she was pretending to be asleep; actually, it was painfully obvious to him. But he made no attempt to tell her that. Instead, he simply tucked her in, as a loving father would have done. Then, he got under the covers of his own bed and closed his eyes.
Marta was relieved when she heard the rustling of sheets that weren't hers. She looked around the room; the door was still open, which would make it easier to escape. She got up as quietly as she could and carefully tiptoed to the empty room. Her heart froze when she accidentally stepped on a creaky floorboard, but no one woke up, thank God. Relieved, she went inside and closed the door behind her. No one could get her now. With this in mind, she calmly unrolled her sleeping bag and went to sleep.
It's too bad that her plan wouldn't work.
