A/N: Okay. This is really mostly fluff I just did for fun I guess. Doesn't focuses much on the plot. More of a side story. To let you know, I never really wrote any real dating scenes so don't be surprise if the one I wrote sucks.

CHAPTER 10—A Date With Havoc:

"He didn't come back?" Vi's voice exclaimed through the phone.

"Yeah," Naminé said. "It's been two days and no sign of him. I think he's finally gone." It was the couple of days that Naminé was alone in her apartment again and she felt great for once. All the times she felt lonely disappeared out of her daily ritual. The homunculus was out of her life and was no longer her problem. Whoever created him had to deal with the him now.

"Maybe. You never could be sure."

Naminé fell backward onto her bed, still clutching the phone by her ear. With free hand, she reached for Kimblee's pocket watch on the night stand and opened it. This time, when she opened it and looked at the picture, she felt at peace instead of wanting to chuck it. "I know. But while he's gone, I want to be happy. Anyway, I better go. I have to get ready for work."

"A date with Havoc?" Vato Falman stared at Naminé kind of surprised of what she was requesting. The colonel looked serious but maybe she wasn't, she couldn't be. He decided to check with her once more. "You want me to tell Havoc that?"

"No, no, no, no. I want you to suggest to Havoc to ask me out on a date. That way he will."

None of this was making sense to Falman because he was not used to playing matchmaker. He didn't want to either. "Why don't you just ask him?" He suggested so he could avoid the whole thing himself.

"Because . . . I like it better when the guy comes to me." Before, he could say something else, she left to make him do the job for her.

Falman stopped at the end of the hallway when he saw Havoc walking down the hallway with Breda. Quickly, he move back around the corner to buy some more time. His assignment would be easier if it was one-on-one. Now he had to get rid of Breda somehow. He began to think about the situation, while listening to what the two men was discussing.

"So I tell her," Breda continued his story, "that she needs to stop thinking I'll give her money for all her shoes, clothes, and jewelry. Then she gets mad at me for cutting her budget."

Havoc sighed. "The only good thing is I don't have to deal with that problem. Roy takes away all the girls I want. Just yesterday I almost had one and then the fuhrer just walks by, smiles, and she was gone! It drives me crazy."

"Uh, what about Naminé? I thought you asked her out."

"It was for lunch and it wasn't that serious."

Falman stopped thinking, paying more attention to what the two were saying. Maybe he didn't have to go in. He could let Breda take care of it. After all, he seemed to be doing a fine job and he himself needed to take care of some paperwork.

"Maybe you should ask her out," Breda suggested. "She might say yes."

"You really think so?" Havoc looked doubtful at the idea. But nobody could know something for sure unless they try and he was going to try to get a date with her. "Alright then. I"ll ask her out and see what happens."

Breda and Havoc rounded the corner and almost bumped into Falman who was just about to leave. "Hi," Falman said, not sure if he had been caught. "I was just about to go to my office."

"Have you seen Naminé?" Havoc asked.

Falman felt pleased that he didn't have to do anything. "No, I'm afraid not. I got to go do some paperwork. I'll see you later. Good luck finding her."

Someone was knocking on the fuhrer's door. Roy looked up from his own paperwork which had seemed to increase due to his promotion. He didn't believe he would finish on time although the fuhrer must and it was a pain. Someone had picked the wrong time to come to his office. "Come in," he roared.

The door swung opened and Naminé came inside. "Sorry if I caught you at a bad time but I feel that this is important."

Roy raised any eyebrow at her, not believing a word of what she was saying. "What's so important?"

She pretended that she was trying to remember, her way of procrastination. "Um . . . Thank you."

There was a silence before he could say, "That's it? That's all you have to tell me?"

She nodded like that surprised her, too. "Yeah. I wanted to thank you for being a good friend to me. I mean, if you weren't for you a long time ago, I wouldn't have been able to pull myself back together. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciated that back then . . . and for what you're doing for me now."

"So you waited this long to say that?" Another minute ticked back, signaling how much closer it was to the deadline.

"I know, I know but lately I hadn't been myself either." She walked around the desk to hug him. "Thanks again, Roy," she said as she embraced him, "for everything." Her arms retreated to her sides and she started to leave the office. "I'll see you later. I heard that Havoc's looking for me." She left the room and bumped into the second lieutenant in the hallway. The Lightning Alchemist crashed into the floor

"Naminé!" Havoc exclaimed as he helped her up. "I didn't see you there."

"I'm fine," she muttered, still sore. "Don't worry about it. Oh yeah, I heard you were looking for me from Falman."

He blushed and looked down at the floor. "I was. Are you busy tonight because maybe I could take you out for dinner?"

Naminé smiled and didn't give an answer right away as if she was considering it. She could see the nervousness on his face like a rejection was coming. Her blue eyes locked on the cigarette. "Just don't smoke around me and I'll go with you."

He blinked several times before saying, "I'll pick you up at eight tonight if that's okay."

"Of course it is."

"Argh! He'll be here in thirty minutes and my hair isn't done yet and neither is my make up! I need Mel! She's good at make up!" Naminé was running up and down in her room wearing her bath robe, yanking dresses and shoes out of her closet. Lipsticks, mascara, powder, blush, and eye liner all laid scattered on her dresser.

Vi watched from the bed in amusement. "Well, I'm here and she's not. Do you have any black dresses?" She suddenly asked, eyeing the assortment of colors—red, orange, tan, blue, and pink----on the bed. "Black is supposedly sliming and you need it for your belly."

"It's not huge yet," she muttered, but started to pull out all her black dresses anyway. "He said it was formal. Do you think one about knee length is good?"

"Well," Vi started to say. "It can't be too tight. If the dress is not, knee length is good."

"Okay then," Naminé muttered, searching through the pile, "There go almost all my dresses . . . How's this one?" She held up a black dress that was tight at the top but loose and flowing at the bottom. It had a v-neck and it shimmered in the light.

"I think that's fine. Hurry up and put it on so we could get started on your make up."

Naminé got dressed quickly and slipped on some black high heels. She took off the towel turban and all her wet hair fell down. Vi took over and brought the hair away from her face, doing a neat bun. It was simple but it still look good. Then she took two lipsticks on the dresser, a red one and a pink one. Suddenly, she uncapped the new red lipstick and started to apply it on Naminé's lips while Naminé worked on her eyelashes. When the mayhem was over, Naminé looked at herself in the mirror. "I guess I look okay."

"What do you mean 'okay'? You look beautiful. Don't you have any earrings?"

"The only ones are my diamond earrings," Naminé said as she walked over to the end of the dresser and opened her jewelry box. She picked up the pair she was talking about and put them on. "How are they?"

"They're good," Vi said. "Now this guy will be impressed and he'll love to show you off. Don't hold back and flaunt what your mama gave you." The door bell rang and Naminé looked at her watch. It read seven-fifty-five. She looked back at Vi with a nervous expression. "Go," her friend urged. "Go answer your door. You're the one who lives here."

Naminé took in a deep breath, let it out, and walked down the hallway, picking up her purse on the way to answer the door. When she got there and opened it, she saw Havoc dressed in a navy tuxedo. She smiled. "Hi, Jean."

"Hi. You're ready to go?"

"Yeah." Taking one last look over her shoulder at Vi (who was giving her a thumbs up), she left the apartment.

They went to one of the most expensive restaurants in Central. Roy had given the advice to Havoc that this place would definitely impress her. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Naminé, was indeed, amazed.

"Jean, this is so beautiful!"

The restaurant was. For one thing, it was huge, taking up the entire block it was on. It was built single-floored and into rectangular shape with the center hallow to make an outdoor section with tables and chairs. Burgundy was the color of the carpet and the curtains while a creamy-white covered the tables. To keep to the color scheme, there were burgundy candles on the table lit. The place was almost packed, waiters running left and right. Naminé took in the sight while Havoc checked in for his reservation. Soon they were being led to a table for two. When they got to their table, Havoc pulled out a chair for Naminé to sit. With a smile, Naminé said thank you and sat down.

The waiter who had taken them to their seats handed out the menus he had carried underneath his arm. "What would you like, mademoiselle?"

Naminé studied the menu, noticing the prices. "That depends . . . How much money do you have, Jean?"

"I think enough." In reality, Jean had a feeling it would be over his budget—way over—and that they would end up washing dishes to pay off the debt. In the event this may happen, he had asked Roy for some tips on managing his budget on a date. Roy had said to suggest the cheapest things on the menu and hope they would agree. Also that the lady should never pay . . . and bring a checkbook to avoid that situation because girls get really turned off by a guy that's 'poor'. Havoc had, unfortunately, forgot his.

Naminé arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I don't want to run you dry." When Havoc nodded, she grinned. "Good." Then she turned to the waiter and said, "I would like everything on the right side of the menu except the coffee, tea, and chicken parmesan."

Havoc's mouth dropped opened at her order and figured that he would have nothing after desert. He wondered how much a pregnant woman could eat. It was time to follow Roy's advice.

The waiter turned to Havoc. "And you, monsieur?"

"Uh, what's the cheapest thing that tastes good?"

Havoc watched Naminé eat. Somehow, she had managed to eat three-quarters of what she had ordered and still going. He, on the other hand, had just finished his lobster and was saving the little room he had left for desert.

Naminé gulped down a shrimp. "This food is great. You know, I never heard of this restaurant before."

"Really?" Havoc asked.

"Yeah. I'm glad you asked me out."

"You're serious?" This time when he talked, he sounded surprised and refrained from jumping up for joy.

She nodded. "I mean it. You really are sweet and cute."

"And you're gorgeous."

"Thanks . . . do you know what they have here for dessert?"

Havoc sweatdropped. "You're still hungry?"

After dinner, Havoc drove Naminé to her apartment building and up six flights to her home. Naminé opened her purse and took out her keys. Her blue eyes gazed at Havoc. "I had a great time with you, Jean."

"I had a great time with you, too."

She turned toward the door and begun to look through her key ring. Finally, she found her apartment key and used it to unlock the door. "I guess this is it."

"I guess so." The hesitation was driving her crazy and the wait had been to long. Naminé sighed and faced havoc. "Jean?"

"Hm?"

Suddenly, she pulled him by the tux's collar and brought him closer to her so their eyes were almost leveled. Then Naminé kissed him on the lips. He was taken back by the kiss but he was soon kissing her in return, just as hard, just as hungry. Finally, she pulled away with a grin.

Havoc looked away blushing furiously. That had been something all right and he didn't see that coming. "I'll see you tomorrow at work then, huh?"

"Yeah," Naminé said, fixing up his collar. Her fingers left his collar and turned the doorknob. "Bye."

"Bye."

-FLASHBACK-

Naminé had gotten out of bed to drink some water. Naturally it wasn't something she'd wake up for but her throat was that dry. She had just finished drinking and placed the glass into the sink. All she had on was this giant tee shirt because she figured Kimblee was sleeping since he went to bed earlier than usual. When she was walking down the hallway, she saw him leaning against the wall casual. Apparently, after hearing her footsteps, Kimblee's golden eyes gazed at her.

"I thought you were sleeping," she muttered as she stopped walking.

Kimblee shrugged and studied her tee shirt. He was wondering if that was all she had on. "I just came out here to get something to drink. They say it's easier to do things when you're drunk."

"What 'things'?" As if she didn't have an idea of her own. In a way, she was hoping she would be wrong about it but instinct was telling her differently. "I don't drink anymore. I got rid of that habit years ago. You know, when you were supposedly dead."

Zolf got off the wall and walked toward her. When he was close enough, his arm wrapped around her. "Forget it."

"Then why bring up drinking?"

"That doesn't matter. I . . ." He had a feeling she was confused about what drinking had to do with anything. To make it easier, he made it less complex for her. "Do you want to spend the night together?" Kimblee asked, his way of not coming off as intimidating.

"Together?" Her face turned bright red at the idea because she lacked experience in that area, lots of it. The fact that her face was buried in his pajama shirt was preventing him from seeing her blush. "You mean make love, right?" She checked, her voice quieter than before.

"Yeah . . . if you want to."

" . . . I want to."

"So you're finally giving up that stupid nun crap of yours?"

Naminé pulled away from him, the crimson still in her cheeks. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"I know you haven't'received' any action your whole entire life," he said bluntly. "I'm just glad you're giving up this fuckin' 'I don't want a man' crap."

She opened her mouth to comment, then paused and closed it shut again. It was better to ignore him which was why she headed back to her bedroom. Before Naminé could walk in though, she was swept off her feet and into his arms. "Zolf?" Her voice was filled of surprise.

"I'm just carrying you to your bed," he explained. Although that was what he said, the carrying part came up short by three feet and the throwing part began. Lucky for him, she landed on the bed. After she stopped bouncing on the bed, he sat next to her.

"You don't know how fortunate you are that I didn't land on the floor," she muttered. Unexpectedly, his arms wrapped around her waist. When she tried to look back at him over her shoulder, their lips collided. Naminé didn't waste any more time. She twisted her body in his arms so she could have better access. Her fingers ran in his hair, her lips parted, her body fell on the bed. Kimblee came down with her, still kissing just as passionately since the collision. Sometime after, he left her lips and got started on her neck.

"Make love to me," she moaned in his ear.

He left her collarbone alone and came face to face. The look in his golden eyes were intense as they stared into her blue ones. Gently, he caressed her cheek, a smirk tugging on his lips. "You don't need to tell me, Naminé," he responded in a low, husky voice.

"Then do it already." Even though she was on her second word, Zolf was already well on his way.

-END FLASHBACK-

A/N: And that's the end of Chapter 10. Yeah, I'm not much of a lemon writer. Anyway, see how much fluff that really was? Synette, CorvusCaminus, and kimimaros-angel: thanks for the reviews as always. Till later.