Chapter 6

Flynn was awakened up by two big brown eyes staring at her face. She smiled at Elicia, pulling the child into her arms. "Good morning, Sunshine!" she exclaimed merrily, feeling anything but happy.

"Sis, where's daddy?" the precious child inquired.

'Oh, no. How do I answer?,' she thought to herself, sitting up.

"Elicia?" her mother called, walking into the living room. "Sweetie, there's something I need to tell you."

Flynn got up to leave, but Gracia grabbed her hand. She sat back down on the couch beside her as the extremely calm woman picked up the child to hold her. "Elicia, daddy's not coming back."

"What? But why mommy?"

Oh, god. Flynn wanted to run away. Her chest felt tight and a pain literally pricked her as her heart broke for the child. She bit her lip, trying to prepare herself for what came next. Her fingers wrapped around Gracia's trembling hand.

"Elicia, daddy's dead. He's gone to heaven. I'm sorry baby, but he won't be with us anymore," Gracia said, dissolving into tears as the child began to scream.

Flynn wrapped her arms around both of them. She wished she could escape from this situation, escape from the pain. She looked at the despondent mother and daughter and realized there was no escape at all for them. Time would be the only thing that could help them now. They couldn't run from this; their only option was to go through it. She found herself sobbing with them because it was so painful; the grief was overwhelming.

"Gracia, I'm sorry. I feel as if I should leave you two alone," Flynn whispered. The woman patted her on the hand and nodded to assure her it would be all right. After receiving her permission, Flynn literally ran from the apartment. She ran down the stairs and all the way out to the front of the building. Sitting down on the front steps, she continued to cry but attempted to keep the noise to a minimum. The toes of a shiny black pair of shoes came into her vision. She looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun. A tall man, older but still handsome, with black hair and an eye patch over one eye stood over her: Fuhrer King Bradley. She jumped to her feet, saluting him.

"Fuhrer, sir!" she exclaimed. "I apologize for my lack of decorum, sir."

"Calm down, girl. It's all right," he assured her, studying her carefully. "I know who you are, Lieutenant Brogan. I know you're grieving right now. I came to offer my condolences to the family."

Flynn dared to go out on a limb. She almost didn't care if she got court marshaled for this. "Sir, I respectfully request that you decline visiting them right now. The child has just been informed by her mother of her father's death."

The Fuhrer stared down at her and she stubbornly met his gaze, fighting the urge to faint. She would not back down from him. Now, was not the time for him to bother them. She had a sneaking suspicion that Hughes' death was his fault somehow. She did not trust the man. She knew Mustang hated his guts and had every intention of deposing him. Mustang might be a hopeless degenerate and a jerk but he was a good judge of character; at least in men anyway.

Bradley took a deep breath, and shockingly, smiled. "Well, I suppose I'll come back later then."

"Thank you, sir," she said, forcing herself to maintain her rigid attention stance. She watched him walk away, large drops of sweat sliding down her back. She almost fell down on the steps with relief when his car disappeared down the street. Her tears were gone for now because they had been frightened away by the encounter with Bradley. A familiar car pulled up, and she ran to it before he could even get out. She threw herself into Havoc's arms, practically climbing his body so she could kiss him.

"I heard what happened. Are you okay?" he asked, pushing her wild hair away from her face.

"Yeah. I'm worried about Gracia and Elicia. I stayed with them last night. Oh, Jean it was awful," she sobbed, the tears flowing down her cheeks. "It was so awful when that little girl heard the news about her daddy. I couldn't stand it."

"Calm down, sweetheart. Shhhh," he cooed into her ear, rocking her slowly.

"Are you okay?" Mustang asked, putting his hand on the back of her head.

Flynn's eyes popped open, and she looked into his worried eyes. She nodded against Jean's chest, refusing to loosen her grip on him.

"Hey, I picked up a few strays. Look, who I found," Mustang said with a somewhat perverse cheeriness at a time like this. He stepped aside to reveal Ed with his arms open wide and Al standing behind him.

Flynn pulled away from Havoc, moving into Ed's arms. She held his face between her hands, pressing her lips to his. Her arms slid around his neck pulling his body into hers as she pressed her lips harder to his. The boy moaned, wrapping his arms around her waist as the kiss continued for a little too long.

"Flynn?" Jean called, growing uncomfortable with the length of the kiss; and the depth for that matter. He had actually seen her tongue slip into Ed's mouth when she had pulled back slightly.

"Um, I think you two should stay at my apartment tonight," Mustang suggested, grabbing Flynn by the collar to pull her away. He shoved the woman into Havoc's arms, whispering, "Take her home, NOW!"

"Hi, Al. Bye, Al!" Flynn yelled as Jean pushed her into his car.

Mustang looked at Ed who gave the appearance of being drunk from his half lidded, unfocused eyes to the slight stagger. He grabbed the short blond by the shoulders shaking him hard enough that his head whipped back and forth. This caused the teen to unleash a barrage of insults and curse words. Roy smiled viciously. Yep, he had enjoyed that and would say so if anyone asked him. He envied the short shit; he wished it had been him she had kissed like that.

Flynn pushed herself down on Jean's hardness, crying out in pleasure. She had barely gotten into the apartment before she began stripping off her clothes then immediately started on getting him naked. The desperate need to have him inside of her had started on the way home. The poor man had barely been able to drive between her kissing his neck and rubbing her hand between his legs. She needed the comfort and the intimacy. She needed for him to be inside of her, to be a part of her, to love her. Driven by this need, almost to the point of insanity, she thrust her body up and down on him with a vicious power.

"Flynn, please," he begged, his eyes rolling back in his head as she rammed him deep inside of her. He grabbed her, throwing her over on her back. "Please, stop. Let me make love to you."

Flynn gazed at him as if she could not quite comprehend what he had said. She moaned when he slowly reentered her. She looked into his eyes as he held her wrists to the bed by her shoulders. The movements he made were unhurried and measured, making her feel every inch of him. He kept prompting her to keep her eyes open, and she watched each emotion that passed over his face.

"I love you," he whispered, gazing into her eyes.

"You what?" she demanded, raising her hips suddenly which made him groan.

"I-I l-love y-you," he stuttered, quickening his pace.

"Say it again, please," she begged, moaning as he shoved into her forcefully while he struggled to maintain a slow pace.

"I love you, Flynn." He cried out as she wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him inside of her. "Oh, honey, oh god!" he cried, trying not to speed up. He did not want this to be a quick, emotionless screw.

"Jean," she whispered, licking the outside of his ear. "Jean Havoc, fuck me and make me scream."

That was all it took; he was more than happy to follow her order. He forced her wrists down into the bed as he pushed himself up. He proceeded to thrust into her with all of his strength, pulling loud moans from her lips that increased in volume until they were shrill cries of ecstasy. Finally, with an ear splitting scream, she exploded into an orgasm that made her feel dizzy as her body shook and convulsed under him. He kissed her before he cried out with a climax, releasing deep inside of her.

"Flynn," he said, touching her face. He smiled when she looked at him with her glassy eyes that looked like shiny emeralds. Her face was flushed pink from pleasure, and she virtually glowed. "You're so beautiful. I love you."

"I-I," she faltered, unable to form the rest of the words. She did love him so why couldn't she say it? The hurt in his eyes stabbed her heart. The last thing she wanted right now was more pain. After swallowing hard, she whispered, "Jean, I love you."

Flynn grew warm with happiness when the wide boyish grin spread across his face. He kissed her, then rolled off of her to lay beside her. He pulled her into his arms with her back to his chest.

"I want you to be mine always." He reached behind him for something, struggling for a bit to find what he was searching for. He never let her go through the process, and she giggled as he bounced her around on the bed.

Flynn forgot to breathe when a dark green velvet box appeared in front of her in his hand. Her lungs screamed for air, and it came in a sudden loud intake when he popped open the lid to reveal a ring with a square emerald surrounded by diamonds.

"Flynn Brogen, will you marry me?" he asked with his lips next to her ear. He moved forward slightly to press a kiss to her cheek.

"Yes," she answered, turning over to look at him. "Yes!" She covered his mouth with hers, sliding her arms around his neck.

"Hold out your hand," he requested. She happily offered her hand and he carefully slipped the ring onto her left ring finger.

"Flynn Havoc," she said out loud, staring at the ring.

"I like the sound of that."

Flynn woke up some time around midnight. All was silent next door. How unusual. Then she remembered Mustang had told Ed and Al they were staying with him. She left a contentedly sleeping Jean Havoc in the bed as she went to take a shower. After her shower, she went to her balcony which was her favorite place in the world. The wind was unexpectedly chilling on this summer evening. She wished she had worn more than a tank top and her underwear out here; someone next door wished she had as well.

"Psssst!" came the harsh hissing sound from the balcony next door.

Flynn jumped, crouching down behind the ivy that draped over the iron banister as if it would hide her half naked body. A man's chuckle reached her ear, and she could feel her face burning with embarrassment.

"My, my, isn't this is a surprise?" Mustang laughed, appearing at the edge of his balcony so she could see him.

"Yeah, I'd say," she snapped, standing up straight.

"Can you turn those down? Your headlights are on bright," he teased, pleasantly surprised when she did not move to cover herself up. The cool air had made her nipples stand hard and erect, straining against her thin cotton tank top. He noticed when she was at home, she wore the least amount of clothes possible. It truly was a shame to keep a body like hers covered up with the ugly military uniform. If only they would approve his miniskirt uniform for the female officers.

"Want to come over and see me?" she inquired, raising her eyebrows. She dared him to try anything with Jean in the next room. However, the beautiful blond was a very hard sleeper so he would probably never know Mustang had been here. She moved back so he could leap onto her balcony.

"Hey!" he yelled when she put her arms around his neck. "What are you doing? I know your boyfriend is in there. How stupid do you think I am?"

"Hmmmmm… I refuse to answer that question. It's too easy. Hey, look what I have," she said, wiggling her finger in front of his face.

Oh, no. There it was. It wasn't a traditional engagement ring, but there it was on her left hand ring finger. He felt sick as he laid her hand over the back of his to get a closer look. He didn't expect this so soon. What bank did Havoc rob to pay for this thing? His eyes moved back to her face, looking into her eyes which were the same shade of green as the stone in the ring.

"It's the loveliest thing I've ever seen," he murmured, running his hand through her dark auburn curls which were still wet from her shower.

"Me or the ring?" she asked, biting her lip. She had not meant to say what she was thinking. She attempted to back up, but he held her firmly in place against him.

"You pick," he replied, kissing her forehead. He had wanted to lower his lips to hers, but he knew that he shouldn't because it would lead to something; something he wanted desperately but knew he couldn't have. Jean Havoc was one of his subordinates and a friend as well. At some point in time, the appealing woman in his arms had taken his heart. He believed it was Hughes' death that had made the change in him; he did not want to screw over anyone anymore, literally or figuratively. He realized too late he should cherish and protect his friends at all costs and not be so damn selfish.

"Roy, what's wrong?" she asked in a soft voice, her warm hand lying against his cheek.

"Flynn, at some point here recently, I started becoming human. I'm frightened," he stated in a matter of fact manner with a serious tone. He hugged her to him, placing his chin on the top of her head. He sighed as her arms tightened around his neck.

"It hurts doesn't it?" she inquired, allowing her arms to slowly slide from his neck. Her palms pressed flat against his chest. She could feel his rapid heartbeat under her fingers.

"More than you know."