Caught

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"Why do I let you talk me into staying so late at the bar?"

Becky rolled her eyes as she put Jean's truck in park, and undid his seatbelt. "Oh, knock it off. As if you don't enjoy drinking for free."

Jean smiled goofily as her hand moved around his waist to let the seatbelt slide back. "It's definitely not a bad thing, but then you spend all night talking to the girls, and I get drunk, and we can't have fun when we get home."

Pecking her husband's forehead, she let out a sigh. "That just means you need to learn when to cut yourself off. You're not twenty-two with a liver of steel anymore."

"No," Jean smirked, and nuzzled Rebecca's cheek. "I'm twenty-six with a steely fox for a wife."

"Shut up," Becky gasped, swatting him away before he could try to nibble her neck. "Open your door, you idiot."

"Got it, Mrs. Idiot."

With a loud huff, she got out of the car and helped Jean get to his feet. She could tell by the smell of his breath that he really wasn't that drunk, but his legs had been bothering him all day, and she didn't want to risk him getting hurt. She needed to tell him to go back to his physical therapist, but she wasn't sure how to approach it.

They moved slowly up the concrete sidewalk to the apartment, and Becky hoped that they wouldn't be too loud entering the building. When they reached the glass doorway, however, they were met with a rather shocking scene.

Jean leaned closer to the light, squinting his eyes at the sight of long, feminine legs hanging out of Ed's apartment door. "Ho-ho-ho!"

Becky slapped Jean on the shoulder and pulled them over to the dark. "Be quiet!"

"What?!" Jean laughed. "We gonna spy on the kid instead?"

"We're not spying," Becky replied. "We're just…not interrupting! You don't have to watch them!"

Truthfully, she had every intention of spying. Becky wasn't an idiot; she could see how both Ed and Winry looked at each other when they thought no one's paying attention, and now he's hanging out late with some random woman; making out with her in the same hallway that Winry walks through on a daily basis?! The nerve of that boy! She wanted to see who this chick was, so that she could mentally etch her face into her memory, and possibly get Riza to help her find out her name and address, and possibly egg her house.

"Oh, I'm watchin'," said Jean, and his wife's mouth dropped open. "What?!"

Becky was about ready to whack his arm again, when Ed and the woman in question slowly emerged from the doorway. Ed's head blocked any glimpse of the girl's face, but there was no doubting that the two were completely lip-locked.

"Holy shit!" Jean exclaimed, when the sight of very long, very familiar light-blonde hair came into view.

Becky had to cover both her and Jean's mouth with her hands as the kiss broke, and they got a full shot of Winry grinning at their neighbor.

"You've gotta be kiddin' me!" Jean mumbled through her fingers, and Becky couldn't stop the squeal of excitement that escaped her as she jumped in place. That little shit!

"Whoa, Beck!" Jean grumbled, his body growing heavy in her arms. "Stop…moving…I'm…"

In an instant, Jean toppled over and began to throw up in the bushes beside the entrance. She heard the sound of the thick, glass front door opening, followed by the two new lovebirds looking out to where she and Jean were standing.

"Is he alright?" Winry asked, pulling a thick amount of hair over her neck.

"Oh, he's fine!" Becky laughed awkwardly. "Just, you know! Had too much to drink again!"

"S'not true!" Jean groaned, and Becky bumped him with her hip.

Ed cocked an eyebrow at the two of them, while Winry stared perplexed, and Becky worried her lip as she held Jean back up. "So… What're you two doing at this hour?"

Both of their eyes grew unnaturally wide, and Ed scratched the back of his neck while Winry blushed furiously. They were so obvious, it was like catching a pair fourteen year olds making out at a birthday party.

"Just…playing video games," Ed said with a smile, and Becky glanced at Winry closely, noticing the smirk that grew at the comment.

"Uh huh," Becky said, and smiled back just as widely.

She could torture them with little comments, embarrass the crap out of them by pointing out how swollen both their mouths were, but she chose to let them be.

Besides, if they were even half as loud in bed as they were when they actually played said video games, the entire building would know immediately.

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