Havoc equals Chaos - Chapter 2
Dragana gave the
handsome guy a smile before she turned the doorknob and walked into
Mustang's office, closing the door behind her. 'Mmm. . .this man
doesn't look like a seductor. . .or maybe I spoke too soon.' she
thought as Mustang raised his head from the paperwork he had been
working on. Onx black hair fell over his midnight blue eyes, not
black like most people would think. He did indeed look charming there
and she could see why Havoc had such problems with the women slipping
out of his grasp and into Mustang's arms. Of course, that wasn't
about to happen to her. She knew her way around a seductor just as
well as she knew two plus two. Men like this relied on things such as
station in the military, thier looks and thier pay. Evidently, this
Mustang fellow had all of that and more.
Mustang rose his head to
see who had just came in. The person was much too quiet to be
Fullmetal, who would have had his noisy armored brother with him who
made clanking sounds when they entered. Yet it was too soft to be
anyone he knew. More like a prowling tigress, or perhaps pantheress
than anything. Immediately, he felt the heat as his blue eyes met
startling emerald ones, the color heightened by her black hair as it
flowed gently around her, filling in her soft, gentle curves of her
waist as she walked in silently. Her light ivory skin was without
marr, matching perfectly with her. She wore a sexy dress that fit to
her body without clinging. She was a sort of beauty rarely seen.
The
Dress flattered her hourglass figure, and matched the color of her
eyes, looking fabulous against her pale skin, he noticed. Thin straps
laced her slender graceful shoulders as his eyes traveled downwards
to see her cleavage which was quite nice in the heart-shaped
neckline. He saw that it fell just above her knees, revealing strong
but slender legs below.
"Enjoying the view?" she asked him in a soft purr, her voice husky. The woman standing straight beside of him gave her a disconcerting look, which Dragana readily ignored. The colonel smirked and Dragana could tell that he wore that expression often. "Forgive me Miss. . ." he left for her to finish. "Dragana Nott. I would assume that you are Colonel Roy Mustang, yes?" she asked lightly, throwing her head back, causing her black hair to sway in the light, catching his eye as she saw. She would not allow herself to be seduced by this man, this user of women. The guy outside would recieve his date with her.
"You would assume correctly, Dragana. Dragana Nott, a beautiful name." he said, standing from his desk, needing to stretch his legs. He would perfer to stand, in order to get a better look at this beautiful dark angel. What did she come in here to ask him, he wondered. To go on a date? Of course he would be grateful to take this beautiful woman on a date. They would dine at the finest restaurant in town, and afterwards they would take a walk under Central's famous make out spot, where he'd. . . However, he was knockd out of these thoughts when she spoke. "I have come to find what I need to go into the military as a state alchemist." she said.
So, he thought with a shot in the heart, this beautiful creature was not wanting to frolic under the lover's hangout after a lush dinner? "Certainly." he said, drawing some papers with a slight yawn. Cupping his hand over his mouth as he done so, he gave them to her. "You know, I wouldn't say no to taking you to dinner tonight Dragana." he said as she took the clipboard from him and thier hands met for a moment. Both eyes met again and then was snatched away by her movement towards the door. She smiled. "Sorry, I already have a date tonight. A Jean Havoc asked me and I said I would." she said with a casual smirk, which made Mustang's eyes widen. She had said no to him for Havoc?! Who the hell was Havoc compared to him?! Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
"And this will be who I will study under? Thank you." she said and walked out the door. She smirked, knowing that the seductor had just been seduced. He was in shock, she knew and would be lots of fun to toy with, but she had a bet to see to.
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There was laughter outside where she came out. "Yeah right Havoc! She was playing you!" said Breda, a man with short cropped reddish hair. A small guy was laughing too. "Really Havoc, your funny! You know Mustang swipes every girl you get." said Feury. Falman wasn't laughing, but looked amused. However, they were instantly silenced when the clicking of her heels was heard. She was heard only when she wanted to be heard. They hushed immediately and Dragana gave them all a smirk. "So, Jean, ready for our date tonight?" she purred, causing the other men to stare at Havoc with disbelieve. He had told the truth?
Havoc was holding up alright before she came out. He let his friends pick on him, knowing that it would be just another day in his lonesome life when she surprised him. She. . .she looked just like she did on the way into his office. And. . . she wasn't going to go out tonight with Mustang, but with him? He dropped the cigarette he was going to light when she walked out. However, she caught it in midair and offered the stunned guy the cigarette with a sexy smirk. He took it from her and mumbled a thank you. Of course, he still hadn't said whether he would or not so she was going to tease him. "Well, I suppose not. I had hoped so you know. You are quite cute." she teased. "Maybe I should reconsider Mustang's offer. . ."
Just as soon as he opened his mouth, Mustang came out of his office so fast, he nearly slipped on the floor. He let himself slide to the other wall, hitting a little harder than was neccasary, but it was worth it. If Havoc was too stupid to say that he wanted her, then Mustang would lose no time. Havoc coughed on his freshly lit cigarette, having inhaled the smoke too quickly for his lungs to catch up with him when she asked. He felt a pat on the back and saw that it was Breda. Nodding to him with watering eyes, he stepped forwards a little and took her hand in his. "You'd make me a happy man if you'd allow me the privelege of taking you on a date."
Just the way he said that made her smile. "Of course. And I was only teasing about Mustang." she said, smirking at the colonel who was there. The other men looked in surprise at the colonel who was there, but Dragana and Havoc only looked at each other. Then she done something that caused Havoc to be more surprised. She kissed him softly. Breda, Feury, and Falman began to clap, not noticing Mustang's secret grin. At last, someone who had turned him down to be with Havoc. Sometimes, it was hard looking after his men, as much as he joked. He had to make certain that this woman wouldn't be so easily swayed like the others. And she had proven that.
Needless to say, Havoc was surprised, but didn't stop the kiss. Not at all. He deepened it and wrapped his arms around her before they pulled away. "Ah. . . I. . .uh. . .day off?" he asked hastily to the colonel who understood. "Of course Havoc. Be here tomorrow though, I don't want you to have THAT great a time." he joked, giving him a wink. Havoc raised his brows. Mustang rarely made a joke, or one that they caught easily. His jokes were often sarcastic.
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Dragana and Jean Havoc enjoyed a nice dinner that night, underneath the stars. The soft sound of clinking was heard when they touched thier wine glasses. "To a fantastic evening." said Havoc. "And many more after." added Dragana in her husky voice. "Looks like I won our bet after all." she teased. He laughed. "Looks like you certainly did." he said before lifting his glass to his lips. Instead of a fancy dinner, he had picked up a different assortment of breads and cheeses along with some sandwich meats. Last but not least, a bottle of wine dating back to nineteen oh one, being fifteen years old. After dinner, they had stowed the remainder of the food in the basket that he had brought along to contain the stuff in.
After they finished thier glasses and set them aside, they lay underneath the tree with him holding her in his arms. She rested comfortably in his arms as they looked up at the stars. 'This is what I would call a perfect night, aside from one thing. . .' Dragana thought when she felt a gentle touch on her ivory cheek, calling her to look in his direction. Turning around to look at him, he stroked her cheek as he bent down slowly to kiss her. 'Now it is.' she thought with a contented smile. She closed the distance and as they kissed, thier hearts knew that they would never be lonely again, for they would have each other.