I'm back, far quicker than I expected to be honest. Lol Nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy my stories as much as I love writing them!
INFO ON CHAPTER: I drew inspiration for this chapter from a fic I read a long time ago, I'm not sure which fandom I read about but I think it was something with Naruto (particularly Kiba) or so, I'm not sure, but I've got a similar idea stuck in my head for the past two weeks so why not! Oh I should mention, in this fic Lena is married to a "different" guy. ;) You will find out soon enough! WARNING: Bits and pieces of humor, sarcasm and sass ahead! ;)
Enjoy!
Hello Handsome Stranger!
The woman at the bar smiled politely at the bartender when he brought her, her glass of water. It had been a while since she visited such a place, nonetheless she was thrilled for what the evening had in store for her.
Especially since a certain husband of hers had no idea where she currently was, the greedy bastard thought she were having a girl's night at the Elric's place. Ha.
She turned a page in her book, hazel eyes lightened up when she read a interesting part that prolonged the investigation and made it harder for the detectives in the story to find out who the real killer was, she chuckled quietly when the lead inspector thought the pope had poisoned one of the nuns. Little did the inspector know he actually did, she had read that book a couple of times already. It was entertaining to see how religion and the morals of different people clashed for the sake of the investigation.
She turned another page before her whole body suddenly stiffened, only slightly, beneath her form fitting dress. It was something she usually was a bit hesitant to wear, since she herself wasn't one for form fitting clothes in the first place. But since tonight was a special occasion, she was going all out. She was a stunning view in the form fitting, but not too tight, red and black dress, with a slit up until her thigh, exposing one trained leg crossed over the other.
She briefly glanced at the entrance to the bar and found the reason why she suddenly shivered, of course. There stood a tall, devilishly handsome man.
The epitome of "tall, dark and handsome" many women would surely agree with her. Discreetly, she pretended to read her book while giving the man a once over.
He was tall, his black hair styled in a low pony tail, he wore a form fitting Xingese shirt and simple pants. His features were handsome, looking a bit Xingese, spikes at the top of his head falling to one side of his face, but not obscuring it.
The one feature she noticed the minute he raised his hand to run it through his hair; he wore no ring. She grinned, slightly red painted lips touching the rim of her glass and sipping contently, watching the handsome man from the corner of her eye.
He looked in her direction quickly, assessing her briefly before he made his way to a table at the back, his walk was confident, as if he owned this bar. Cocky, some might say, but it appealed slightly to her.
She noticed the bartender looking at the front and deduced the stranger had probably called for a drink. She smiled, grin in place.
Many women swooned at him, sitting there dressed in a form fitting xingese shirt and dark coat, the subtle power that strained against his clothes suggested he worked out often and took good care of his body. Tantalizing, unusual violet eyes scanning the crowd with disinterest, until settling on a particular woman sitting at the bar, roaming over her figure.
He smirked, swishing the liquid in his glass, scotch, "Well, hello there handsome," a gorgeous, skimpily dressed blonde woman sat suddenly in his line of vision, blocking his view of the other woman at the bar.
Greed frowned but played it cool, "Hello" was his short reply.
The woman giggled and leaned forward, pushing her exposed cleavage out, "I haven't see you around here," her blue eyes practically stripped him bare when he felt her gaze rove over him, he rolled his eyes and ignored the shudder of disgust that threatened to come over him.
The woman however didn't give up, "New in town?" the question was so cliché it made him want to stick a sticky note on top of her forehead reading "WARNING: BORING DON'T APPROACH OR YOU'LL REGRET IT!"
Greed answered nonetheless, "No, this ain't usually my style," the blonde curiously rose a thin eyebrow in question.
"Oh? What is?" she tilted her head, licking her red lips that looked like she went under the knife or injection to make them look like the ass of a chimpanzee...or the fat lips of a monkey, whatever people wanted to compare it to.
This time, Greed looked directly at her, a crooked grin forming on his handsome, sharp features, "Cheating at my wife. The bitch is probably sitting at home and watching TV, stuffing her mouth full," the woman giggled all too seductively, the tip of her bright red stiletto's rubbing suggestively against Greed's leg.
He frowned, she licked her lips:" So...do you want to go somewhere more...private?" she winked, biting her painted lips.
Greed couldn't help but snort, "Sorry, not interested," he looked over the annoying woman's shoulder over to the one sitting at the bar.
She followed his gaze and smirked like a Cheshire cat, "You know...I don't mind if she joins in," Greed couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek to suppress his laughter. Oh this bitch may not mind but he knew a woman who most certainly would.
He waved his hand nonchalantly," Sorry, no can do. Now scram," violet eyes flashed in warning, the tooth, dark grin he sent her made as a clear warning to back off.
She scoffed aghast and stood up, strutting away and whipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.
Greed rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement when he saw the woman at the bar, how her shoulders shook slightly (A/N: She's laughing btw xd) and he chuckled quietly.
Suddenly, he heard a deep, familiar voice call out in surprise, "Greed?" Greed froze, his scotch poised at his lips when he slowly turned his head. Greed cursed the seven hells, the whole fucking 8 planets he knew of and each and every shooting star that didn't hit Mustang tonight on the head.
None other than Roy Mustang stood there, looking very surprised at encountering Greed here. He took a seat in front of him, "This is Ling," Greed droned but Roy snorted in complete disbelief.
He countered sarcastically, "And I'm the Emperor of Xing, you have separate bodies now need I remind you," Greed cursed under his breath, he cursed Ling too, "Care to explain what you are doing...here?" Roy's dark eyes swiped over the bar, raising an eyebrow in question.
Not one to be outdone, Greed fired back, "I could ask you the same thing...General?"
Roy bristled at the stressed out word and the heavy accusation dripping from his tone, "I had a important meeting with one of my aunt's informants, I informed them when it would be safe for her to come out of hiding," Greed nodded, he believed the man. He may be a pervert but the man was as loyal as a dog not to mention attached to his wife like monkeys to bananas.
Roy frowned, his brow creasing, "So...what are you doing here?" dark eyes narrowed at the Homunculus.
"Can't a man hang out in a bar every once and a while?" Roy's eyes scanned Greed's form until they widened when he saw the absence of a ring.
"What the-?! Your ring! It's missing! Where the hell is your ring Greed?!" Roy asked in a panicked, hushed tone as if he frightened to be figured out by people of the government for sharing secrets of said government.
The Homunculus grit his teeth in severe annoyance, "Listen up Mustang I-" Greed's gaze moved to the woman at the bar and Roy followed it, the General gasped.
"You are cheating on your wife?! Your family?! You have two wonderful girls you bastard! I knew you were a backstabbing, lousy, greedy little-" Roy's fingers itched to snap and ignite the poor fool in flames like a and make him shine like a Christmas tree.
Greed growled and grabbed Roy by his collar, "Would you shut up?! That is my wife you moron!" Greed rubbed his forehead, feeling his patience running thin.
Roy whirled around in his chair and spotted the woman sitting at the bar, he whirled back around towards Greed and said seriously, "No,"
Greed rolled his eyes, "Are you bli-well can't ya look better?!" Roy frowned at the slip-up before he looked at the woman again.
He turned back toward Greed, a blank look on his face, "I don't see it," again, Greed rolled his eyes.
"Hey, my wife may be a bit of a tomboy, but she's the most gorgeous woman you'll ever meet!" he sent Mustang a dark look. Mustang wanted to argue, thinking of his own badass and amazing wife, but at the look Greed gave him he thought otherwise.
Roy leaned in, whispering quietly, "So tell me...what the hell is this? Spicing up your sex life or what? Don't you people have anything better to do? Where are Ava and Emi anyway?" Roy blinked, perplexed.
Greed sighed in exasperation, leaning his elbows on the small coffee table, "The kids are at Ling's and yeah don't ask, I know it was a bad idea but Lena insisted they would be fine. Thankfully Lan Fan is there too," he shook his head.
Roy ran a hand over his face, looking discreetly back at the woman at the bar, "Gotta say, she's a real looker when she wants to be," he grinned innocently, knowing he was riling up Greed that way.
The Homunculus frowned darkly, "Don't you have a home? Go home Mustang," he barked at him like a angry dog.
The General chuckled, adjusting his coat, "Alright, alright, just uh...have fun?" he smiled awkwardly and quickly left the bar. Greed rubbed his forehead, fighting down the headache that threatened to split his skull apart after that awkward and shitty talk.
Violet eyes immediately returned to the woman at the bar, who was obviously being hit on by some guy. The glass in his hand stood no chance of surviving his tight grip.
"Hello there pretty lady," a rather attractive man with brown messy hair and electric blue eyes approached Lena at the bar, smiling kindly at her. She stopped reading and looked at him, smiling back politely, "Hello there handsome stranger," she giggled when he scratched the back of his neck cutely.
He leaned against the bar coolly, electric blue eyes staring into her brown ones, "I haven't seen you around here, would have noticed such a diamond in the rough," Lena smiled, blushing at the genuine compliment, judging by the shy redness on his cheeks it seemed the man wasn't one for such locations, much like her.
She shot back with a pleasant smile, "Well, I haven't seen you around here too, granted I don't come here often. Not really my style," she winked.
The man let out a deep chuckle, "Same here, I like it more classy." He looked at the glass of water in her hands, "Um, would you be up for a drink? Your pick, I pay," he smiled, he was cute.
Lena smiled kindly and nodded, "Thank you, nobody paid drinks for me before but thank you," it was a lie. Her husband paid whatever for her even despite her vehement protests.
Greed clicked his tongue in severe annoyance.
Lena ordered a alcohol free beverage, the man did the same to her surprise, she half-joked, "And I thought you were intent on getting me drunk," she smiled over the rim of her glass.
Greed broke his second glass.
Mr. Cute chuckled, "I prefer winning a woman's heart with charm and wit rather than tricks, thank you," he winked, his rich, deep voice sounding pleasant in her ears.
She couldn't help but giggle and the man's eyes were drawn to her book, "Ah, a cultured woman I see," he smiled, gesturing to her book.
She blushed in embarrassment, her tone shy, "If you call a crime book cultured..." after a split second silence they both laughed and he raised his glass, "I'm all for it," he countered, she laughed and smiled.
Somewhere in the distance, she heard something breaking, perhaps glass, she resisted the urge to look, solely concentrating on the man before her, "So, what do you do?" she regarded him with curiosity.
"I work as a blacksmith at the forge, I know it's a pretty old occupation but it works for me, I inherited the place after dad died so I run it now," he had a fond look, he was obviously pleased with his job.
Lena smiled fondly, "I'm sorry about your father, but it sounds nice to be a blacksmith."
He nodded, nursing his drink before answering her, "Don't worry about it, he died long ago. And yeah, it's nice and it pays well surprisingly. I have some funny customers too at times, just recently a woman, who was a pretty well known mechanic, I think her name was..Elric? Something like that. Anyway, she spotted my forge and ran towards me to show me some of her automail, I was really amazed by her work but then her husband came and dragged her off. He told her something about being a automail freak and that she shouldn't pester people. They were pretty funny," he chuckled at the memory.
Lena laughed but inwardly she shook her head, she could only imagine how that encounter with the famous couple went with their usual banters.
"Anyway, what do you do?" he asked her curiously, sipping his drink casually.
Lena thought quickly on her feet, "Oh me? I meet handsome strangers, get them drunk, haul them in a sack and kill them torturously," she smiled widely and warmly, as if she hadn't just said those words.
Mr. Cute faltered before he started to laugh hard, Lena laughed with him, "Really? Well, I would gladly let you if it means getting stuffed in a sack," he winked, chuckling.
Lena felt a pang in her heart and she smiled a weak smile, she leaned in a bit and whispered to him, "Hey, please don't get me wrong but I really enjoyed your company, honestly, you would make a woman pretty happy one day but..." discreetly, she grabbed her ring she stored in her purse and showed it to him, his eyes widened.
"Oh..." he looked bashful now, ashamed and nervous, "Uh, I-I'm sorry, I didn't-" he held his hands up.
Lena quickly reassured him, "No, no, no it's ok really! Don't worry, I'm not cheating on my husband or anything. It's just uh, we uh, we are just playing a game! You know, like pretending we are strangers and stuff! I'm really sorry if I led you on honestly, I really hope I didn't hurt your feelings," her eyes were apologetic, perhaps that's why he didn't feel angry at being led on.
"Nah, it's alright really," he smiled, harboring no hard feelings, "But uh...say where is your husband? Is he here?" he arched a brow.
"You see a tall, dark, handsome male that looks like he could kill you and could actually kill you?" almost fearfully, the man looked around and sure enough, there sat a man clad in a dark coat, glaring daggers at where he sat with Lena, broken glass on the table and a half shattered glass in his hand, his teeth looked sharp...his eyes looked pretty scary too...
"Uh huh..." the man said dazed, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Lena shook her head, "Yeah...that's him," she couldn't hide the twinge of pride she felt at showing people her husband, heh.
"Well, I better get going then so he doesn't think he's got competition?" the man asked but laughed it off, not seeming afraid. Lena giggled and smiled.
"Thank you and...I'm sorry about that, if I had never met that lovable idiot and if we met at a different time...hell I would definitely go out with you," she blushed and smiled.
He blushed and smiled back, "Thank you the same goes for you little lady," he grinned a boyish grin and waved, she shook her head and waved back as he went out.
The sixth glass.
That's it.
Greed got up from his stool as calmly as he could and strolled straight toward the bar, boldly, he sat down on the stool that guy had been preoccupying moments before and grinned roguishly at the woman before him, "Hey there sweets,"
Lena stared at him with a blank expression, "Hi," she turned back to her book, Greed smirked.
"You don't look like you come here often," his eyes roamed over her figure and he grinned like a fox when he noticed the subtle shiver.
"And you don't look like you do this often," she countered back sassily, fighting down the smirk that threatened to split her face.
Greed leaned back, challenge accepted, "Touché, though you don't look like a pro either," he grinned a toothy grin.
"I'm actually married so it's been a while since I last went out," her eyes were still on her book.
Greed arched an eyebrow in curiosity, "Married huh? Yeah, I'm doing the same thing, the old hag is sitting at home and probably stuffing her mouth full," he rolled his eyes, a lazy smirk on his features.
Lena bristled slightly, but smiled when she looked at him, "Ugh, trust me I know the feeling. My idiot, good-for-nothing husband is at home and just sleeps, eats and goes on my nerves. God, the sex went downhill so rapidly," she rolled her eyes, snickering.
Greed leaned forward, violet eyes flashing, "You don't say, the same thing happened to me. My wife's like a damn fish in bed, tch," he winked and grinned, revealing sharp teeth.
Lena leaned forward as well, book closed and forgotten for the moment, "A fish huh? How rude," she chided playfully.
Greed shrugged, "She's the one that keeps telling people I'm a good-for-nothing husband so..."
Both remained silent, her hand on his thigh and his hand on her hip.
Lena bit her lip and looked up at Greed, he looked down at her, his eyes appeared to be darker.
"Out?" he asked.
"Out," she said.
They were faster out of there than the poor sod at the bar could empty his stomach of its contents.
"So, idiot husband huh?" Greed whispered into her ear as he ripped the dress of off her, his ring shone in the dim light.
Lena giggled in his ear, sending shivers down his spine, "Old hag? Stuffing my mouth full?" she wrapped her arms around his neck, eyebrow raised.
He rolled his eyes, "Hey...you said the sex wasn't good," he grinned.
She shivered, "Y-you called me a cold fish in bed," she trailed her nails down his bare chest, her own ring catching the light on her ring finger.
Greed growled and hoisted her up, "You know I never lie bab-" Lena punched him on the head, "Alright, alright, I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Sheesh," she smiled and rubbed his head affectionately.
Greed smiled and shut the door behind him in their home.
What do you guys say? Should I write fics like these more or not? Honest opinions please! :3 I won't get offended if not, I suck at lemons /smutty fics (sweat drop)