Chapter 3

Friday night - finally. Flynn fussed and primped, changing outfits at least ten times. She settled on a green low cut silk blouse and short black skirt. High heels or knee high boots? How about black high heeled boots? She slid them on and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. A knock sounded on the door as she was giving her hair a final brushing. She rushed to the door. After quickly composing herself and attempting to appear nonchalant, she opened the door. Oh, hell.

"DAMN!" Mustang yelled, ogling her openly. It was hard to believe this was the same disheveled, clumsy shrew he saw almost every day at work.

"Hey, Stud, what do you want?" she asked, an expression of apathetic tolerance on her face.

"I want those thick muscular thighs of yours wrapped around my head," he replied. "You can keep the boots on too."

"WHAT?" she bellowed, staring at him in disbelief. He was bad at work, but when sexual harassment did not apply he was absolutely abhorrent. She slammed the door in his face, hoping he was close enough it smacked him in the nose.

"Hey!" he yelled, beating on the door.

"What? What the hell do you want you abrasive, hypersexual bastard?" she demanded, opening the door again. A startled cry tore from her throat when she saw Jean standing beside Mustang. His blue eyes were as big as dinner plates as he gazed at her.

"Hey, Havoc's here!" Mustang yelled in her face. He was like the bothersome older brother she never had or wanted.

"Thank you, Colonel Obvious," she snapped, pushing him out of her face.

"Well, Havoc, have fun with that. I know I would," Mustang said, retreating into his apartment.

Flynn looked at Jean's bright pink and gave him a sheepish smile. Thanks, Mustang, for making an already awkward event of a first date even more nerve racking. Despite the bad beginning, the date went well with the typical dinner and a movie. Jean had picked a dark romantic little restaurant where the food was delectable. He held her hand through the whole movie.

"Jean, I would invite you in but I'm just not ready to-" Flynn was abruptly cut off by his lips covering hers. She moaned at the silkiness of his lips as they pressed against hers. She leaned into him as his hand covered the back of her head, pressing her lips harder to his. A slow tentative tongue coaxed her lips apart before invading her mouth to taste her. She imagined he would be a good kisser, but she had never before had a kiss so good it almost caused her to have an orgasm. He rendered her breathless but wanting more when he broke the kiss. She kept her eyes closed as he kissed her forehead, her temple, her cheek. Bone melting warmth spread through her body when he breathed into her ear.

"Good night, my dear. Can I see you tomorrow night?" he asked, kissing her earlobe.

"Oh, damn," she gasped before she could stop herself. "Yes, yes, tomorrow night," she almost begged. He kissed her again. After he walked away and disappeared around the corner, she fell back against the door jamb, sliding down to the floor. He was going to be harder to resist than she had anticipated. Okay. Time for a cold shower. She crawled into the apartment, kicking the door closed. When she was able to stand, she went to the bathroom for a bracing shower. She screamed when the icy water hit her hot skin. A man had made her scream but not in the preferable way. The fire of the inferno inside of her had to be quenched somehow before she lost her mind.

"So, how was your weekend?" Mustang asked when they met each other in the hall outside of their apartments Monday morning.

"Very good. Yours was quiet," she remarked.

"Yeah, well, gotta get some sleep sometime," he said. Dumbass. He should save his extracurricular activities for the weekend and sleep during the week. Seems like he always does everything ass backwards or not at all. Poor Riza Hawkeye always had to track him down to do his paperwork. She had been known to pull her gun on him a time or two to make him get it done.

"Do you mind if I walk to work with you?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"Uh, no," she responded, thoroughly befuddled. Why was he being so nice to her? And polite? How very suspicious. They walked in a comfortable silence, neither one feeling the need to say anything. She grew even more confused when he walked her all the way to her office before he graciously bowed without a word and left. Very strange indeed.

"Brogan!" Swain's shriek sliced through her brain.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Hughes has requested your presence in his office."

"Oh, dear," Flynn gasped. She had forgotten to go see him on Friday. She easily found her way to Hughes' office because it was only a few doors down from Mustang's. She gently tapped on the door.

"Oh, Flynn," Hughes said with surprise when she walked in. "Did you think about it?"

Flynn looked around the office. Hundreds of pictures of a pretty woman and precious little girl covered his walls and sat on his desk. The man was crazy all right – crazy about his wife and daughter. "Sir, I'd be happy to take the position. I have two conditions," she declared, smiling back at him. It was impossible not to be smile at the huge goofy grin on his face. "You talk to Captain Swain personally and get me transferred to you by the end of the week. The second thing I ask is that you keep the talk of your wife and daughter to a minimum."

"The first one I can definitely do. The second, we'll have to work on," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

"Yes, sir."

"I'll get started on the paperwork now. See you Friday First Lieutenant."

Flynn walked out the door immediately bumping into someone. Her vision was filled with magnificent molten gold orbs and blond hair.

"Hello, Flynn. How ya been?" Edward Elric asked. His lips were so close to hers he almost kissed her.

"Great. How about you? Hi, Al!" she cheerily called to the armor who waved back.

"Wonderful. Come with me," Ed said, grabbing her hand.

"What? Where?" she gasped as he pulled her down the hall. He was taking her to Mustang's office. "Oh, please, no! Not him!"

Edward burst into Mustang's office without knocking. The dark haired man glared at him with malice before turning the murderous expression on Flynn.

"Oh, great! Invasion of the little people!" he exclaimed, rising from his desk. "What do you two want?"

"Colonel Bastard!" Ed yelled with dark glee. "Guess who I found lurking in Hughes office?" He looked just like a little brother telling on his big sister after catching her sneaking out of the house.

"Edward!" she yelled, attempting to exit the office, but he grabbed her wrist with his auto mail hand. Now there was no escape at all. Great! Now she had two grown men who had "adopted" her as their sister. She suddenly realized how wonderful her childhood had been as a solitary child.

"Flynn! You didn't do it did you? Did you take the job?" Riza blurted out while Mustang gaped at her.

"Well, Red, you're either really stubborn or really stupid," Mustang chuckled, sitting back down in his chair.

"Which do you think it is?" she challenged, her face turning pink with anger. She sure had the temper of a red head.

"Too soon to tell," he replied, propping his feet on his desk. "Oh, by the way, Ed and Al will be in town for a while. How about they stay at your place?"

"Are you serious?" Flynn demanded hotly, placing her hands on her hips.

"What's wrong? Don't you like me?" Ed asked, putting his arm around her shoulders.

Mustang smiled at the pair of pint size hotheads in front of him. This was bound to be fascinating.

About two in the morning, Ed came out of her bedroom grumbling under his breath. The faint sounds of a female saying "yes, yes, yes", floated into the living room from the bedroom next door. He flopped down on the fold out bed next to Flynn, using both hands on her butt to push her over.

"Ed, what are you doing?" she sleepily mumbled as he slid under the covers next to her.

"Colonel Bastard is busy humping the brains out of some bimbo again. Every night! How do you get any sleep?" he groused, putting his arm around her as he snuggled against her back.

Flynn did not even move. They had been staying with her for four days now. On the second night he crawled into bed with her for the first time. She got over the shock and dismay that night. The next night was a surprise but not quite as gut wrenching. She expected him to join her tonight. He was sweet though. He would cuddle up next to her and hold her but that was it. He had not even attempted to kiss her. She did not think he was gay but who knows. Al usually stayed out on the balcony to avoid the nightly noise from next door or walked around the neighborhood because he did not sleep anyway.

"Flynn, I love you," Ed whispered, kissing her cheek.

Her eyes flew open and she was wide awake with that statement. She rolled over, holding her breath as he sleepily wound his body around hers. His auto mail arm and leg drew the heat from her body growing warm against her. "What do you mean, Ed?"

"I love you. It's a simple statement really," he replied, opening one eye to look at her.

"Yeah. It's so simple it has become overused and meaningless," she retorted, a little too much venom in her voice. Both of his eyes opened after hearing the poisonous tone of her voice.

"I mean it. You're like a sister to me," he said.

"A sister? Really?" She brought his attention to the fact he had his hand resting on her breast instead of her arm.

"Uh…..sorry about that," he apologized, sliding his hand up to her arm. "Just please shut up and go to sleep."

"Yes, sir."

"Will you call me that if I tie you up?"

"Yes, brother."

"Go to sleep."