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I do not own FMA, nor do I wish to.
This one is way, WAY longer than i had originally planned. Probably the last chapter in this mini-series.
This chapter has a 'PG-13' rating, except language.
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Ed had stayed up all night. Doing exactly what Mustang probably thought she was doing. So when her alarm went off at 0700, almost scaring the life out of her, she decided she should probably take a break and go to work instead of calling in "sick". Plus, if she did call, Mustang would likely ask her if it was "sick sick" or "perverted sick", and he would say it loud enough the whole office could hear. Jerk.
So after a shower and some caffeine, off to work she went. Not bothering to stop by the office, she went straight out into the, once again, rainy spring morning toward the remaining leaky buildings. After all, why go all the way to the office when she lived in one of the very buildings that needed repair.
Even with that reasoning, she still had some misgivings about skipping the office. She gave it until 10am before Mustang came out to check on her.
She was wrong, 0905 and there he was. "FullMetal get down!"
She sighed, "I'm working! YOU'RE the one that said i had to work this morning."
"Yes, but i didn't think you'd actually do it. Al came into my office earlier to tell me you were tossing and turning all night, Gate bless that kid he's too innocent, and said that you were so tired when you left to repair rooftops that you didn't even realise he was talking to you."
Ed hesitated, she did not remember Al being there this morning. Still though, she had taken the lack of sleep into account before climbing up here. "I had a coffee!"
"Exactly! You don't even drink coffee. Get down!"
"I'm just about finished with this building, hold your damn horses Mustang!" haha, horses.
The caffeine was not going to last much longer anyway, there's only so much that artificial uppers can do before they hit their limit. Ed took her time on the last couple panels of the building and carefully worked her way down the wall-ladder, alchemically putting it back into a ladder-less wall. She turned to continue yelling at Mustang.
"Listen General Mustang. I'm not-" Holy shit he was right there. She'd turned and he was right there, in her space. So close…
Ed shook her head to clear it, looks like she did need some sleep. Her hormones had to be in the drivers' seat since she couldn't even be close to Mustang without losing her damn mind.
Forgetting what she'd been about to say, Ed decided to head back. Bed was in this direction. She even made it a full step before Mustang grabbed her arm and started walking her toward the office.
"I've decided you need to reveal your secret to the team, plus you need to tell them you're ok since Al announced you were out here attempting rooftop suicide."
"But, my bed is over there." She looked longingly in the opposite direction. Should have just called in sick.
"I'll take you to bed later. This is first."
Ed's brain slammed into the brick wall that was Mustang's phrasing. Take me to bed… later. She let herself be pulled back to the office. What was the matter with her? She didn't use to have these reactions, it's like she turned into a teenager suddenly obsessed with sex and boys and … and… Ed thought about it. Ok, technically she wasn't a teenager, but in actuality this was what she was experiencing. Finally able to think about something other than getting her and her brother back into mostly normal human bodies. This is what happened if you ignored your hormones for too long; and now they were going to get her into trouble.
Lots of trouble, with handcuffs…
She stopped trying to clear her head and just let her thoughts run off with that last mental image. Mustang could drag her any. where. he. wanted.
She came back to herself in the office, where everyone was staring at her. Fuery was waving a hand in front of her face and she had to look around to see Mustang seated in a chair just behind her and off to the side. Out of sight unless she specifically looked for him. Easy striking distance. Ass.
Havoc prompted, "Ed? Boss says you have something to tell us."
She snapped out of the final bits of haze surrounding her thoughts and glared back at Mustang. "You know what, sure, fuck it. I was going to tell everyone when my contract was up, but what's a few weeks early because King Mustang demands it." Ed started taking her boots off. "And if jackass King Mustang says that this is what's happening, then this is what's happening." Her jacket and shirt, still soaked from the rain, were tossed on the floor next to her boots. "So it doesn't matter what the hell else anyone has to say about the situation." She unbuttoned her pants then hesitated and started to unravel the bandage around her chest. Literally exposing herself to the team wasn't originally on her agenda for the day, but her brain felt like it had been through the wringer. No sleep, unexpected caffeine boost, working in the rain, sexual innuendo from previously mentioned King Mustang, then being put on the spot. So, yeah, now this is what was happening. She'd just walk topless back to the barracks and … and … well, that was later-Ed's problem. She felt the bandage loosen at the halfway mark and suddenly her jacket was back over her shoulders and Mustang was tying it closed. "What the HELL are you doing?!"
"You said to reveal myself." She was being snarky and she knew it. He was making her do this, she was going to make him regret it.
"So you show your tits to the office and then what?"
Ed looked at the crew staring at her, mouths agape in shock. She truly, honestly didn't care right now. "Yeah. So? It's only six weeks until I quit working here and start probably wearing a dress anyway. Worse has happened Mustang. Plus, you keep stealing Havoc's girlfriends so maybe he needs to see a naked woman to cheer up." She turned to Jean, "Would you like to see me naked?"
Havoc looked from her to Mustang then promptly turned around to face the window. "Sorry chief, the boss ain't going to let that happen."
Ed turned to glare at the General, "Once again, General Jackass calls the shots."
Mustang seemed angrier than she thought he'd be, "Listen Edaline you are still MY subordinate and you will do as I tell you until your contract is up. So if i say 'jump', you say 'how high?' got it?"
"Roy the only reason you'd say 'jump' would be to see boobs jiggle."
Ed was on the floor faster than she thought was physically possible. Mustang had swiped her feet out from under her and had a hand on her throat, almost the exact same scenario as 24 hours earlier. Except this time they both knew the game.
Unfortunately, knowing you're under the influence of something, doesn't remove you from said influence. The feel of Mustang's hand on her neck was once again too much for Ed to process and she lost brain power.
Mustang watched her try to fight her own reaction, he stretched his fingers out across her throat and that was all it took.
Havoc poked his head over the edge of the desk, "Sir?"
"She's fine." He scooped her up. "I'll be right back." The team could figure the rest out on their own, plus he had the feeling that Hawkeye might have already known, judging by her lack of surprise a few minutes ago. She could probably answer everyone's questions.
Thinking of Hawkeye reminded him that he'd need to be back quickly before she shot him for paperwork avoidance. Nevermind what she thought of him leaving with a practically unconscious, halfway to naked, Ed. He looked down at her as she shifted in his arms, her euphoria was wearing off but it looked like she was heading straight into dreamland. It was fun teasing her when she was awake; he liked the fights they got into, but she was also cute when she slept.
Mustang arrived at the dorm and told Al to stay. Poor kid was probably nervous about getting kicked out again so he put Ed into bed then handed Al some magazines he had in his coat on the way out.
The boy turned bright red after looking at the covers, "Ask Havoc if you have any questions. And try to keep your sister inside, i'll be back after dinner."
"Sir?"
Al seemed timid and his face was still red as a tomato so instead of ignoring him, Roy stopped, "Yes?"
"I… I don't need these."
"Didn't you just get your body back?"
"Well, yes. But, I already have these ones. Ed's been buying them for me for a couple years so i wouldn't miss out on as much while growing up. And since i didn't need to sleep..."
On the one hand, Mustang was glad he could keep the magazines. On the other hand, … what the hell? Ed's been buying nudie magazines? Had she been reading them first? What did she know already? … Which ones did she like?
Mustang snatched the magazines back from Al and left. Was he even going to be able to get any paperwork done today? Or was he doomed to distraction by this latest bit of information?
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Ed woke up to the smell of steak and potatoes. What time was it? How did she get- take you to bed - Shit. He really did take her to bed. Ed did a quick inventory, at least she was still clothed, mostly, so she hadn't missed out on anything. The last thing she remembered was being at the office and taking her top off... Right, then Mustang had dropped her like a stone. Damn she was easy. She mentally cleared her head, if Al was just starting to cook she probably had a quick five minutes to jump in the shower. Sleeping in rain-wet pants was not comfortable. At least she'd taken her shirt off at the office. Wait. Was that what Mustang being possessive looked like? Hah, no. He had a thousand women, Ed wouldn't make a difference. But at least he seemed willing to have some fun with her, so she considered her crush on him 'appeased' and jumped into the bathroom that joined the two bedrooms in the dorm.
Ed came out of the shower, dressed in pajamas, and went to see what Al had cooked up to eat tonight. He'd been so excited about finally being able to taste things that he'd completely taken over all cooking. Fine by her. He was really good at it.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw Mustang dishing out food and Al nowhere in sight. "Where's Al?"
"He already ate, then ran out of here with an overnight bag. Said something about asking Havoc questions about life."
She noticed he wouldn't meet her eyes and decided to check with Al later. "If I find out you bullied him or ordered him out of here again, then i'm kicking you out and transmuting your house into the ground. NOT exaggerating."
"He's fine. We ate together and then he left. Come sit down and eat. I'd like to know about you and these porn magazines you buy."
Ed blushed but sat down anyway. "He wanted to know…"
Mustang's eyes had a spark to them she didn't understand, "Did you read them before you gave them to him?"
"Of course, I had to make sure they weren't too perverted."
"I see…"
Mustang stared into space while Ed ate her dinner in silence. This was super awkward, no wonder Al had taken off.
She finished her plate, "So why are you here, why are you making dinner?"
Ed watched his eyes travel over her, "Well, originally i was going to arrive after dinner, but your antics this morning bothered me so i arrived early and offered to cook."
Simple enough answer, without being an answer, "But why are you here?"
Mustang got up and walked over to move the chair she was sitting on to face him.
"Because, Ed, Because i was going to take this slow. I was going to torture you with ropes and handcuffs and silk ties" Ed's eyes went wide as he removed each item from his jacket and put them on the table beside her. "But it looks like you don't need me to go slow. It looks like you already know a lot more than you're willing to admit."
He took the hand-cuffs and secured her wrists behind the chair.
"So what i'm going to do, barring any protest from you, and it looks like that's already not happening so nothing to worry about here, is handcuff you behind the chair, done, and remove these pajama pants" he started running his fingers along the top of them and she couldn't stop the small whine that escaped her closed lips, "then i'm going to bury my face between your legs until you scream." He wrapped an arm around her hips and pulled her to the edge of the chair, "Ready?"
He was smirking at her in that jackass way he had, but he didn't do anything until she nodded. This was going to be a fantastic evening.