And here is Ed's point of view after the conversation with Roy and Jen! I enjoyed this little rant after the phone conversation. I did add what song or songs I was listening to when I wrote these chapters to the beginnings of the chapters. I enjoyed this. There is a little bit of a moment between Kenzi and Ed. You'll see when you get there. I do want to know your feedback on it because I am still new to it. ^_^
Songs: Move Your Body by My Darkest Days (you'll kinda see why)
If I Had You by Adam Lambert
She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5
Crush by David Archuletta. Oh this song... yeah... that thought has occured to both Ed and Kenzi.
Just A Kiss by Lady Antebellum. Yeah, you'll see for this one too. I think it's totally Ed's thoughts at the end of this chapter.
Who did Mustang think he was telling me no sex? I'll have sex with whoever I damn well please, and I might want it with Kenzi. She was fucking beautiful. I huffed and stepped heavily as I reboarded the train and found where Kenzi was. She was still in the same position. I debated on telling her I spoke to Taylor. I didn't know how imbalanced she still was. I didn't want her crying like she was when we were forced to leave.
I shut the door to the booth and closed all the curtains. She looked to me when I sat next to her, knowing she'd want to share body heat eventually. Her eyes were sad and a couple shades darker than usual.
"Did you call Taylor?"
Alright, so she is alright with saying Taylor's name at the moment. That's a good sign.
"Yes, she's at Mustang's house. He's keeping her safe while I keep you safe," I said as she scooted closer to me, fighting another case of shivering relentlessly.
"Good," she said as she tightened the coats around her more.
I stood for a second, knowing she'd eventually fall asleep like the last train ride. I took out the two sleeping bags and unrolled them, unzipping one fully and laying it on the ground between the two seats with the heat radiating toward our heads. I did the same with the other with the intent to cover ourselves with it. Kenzi watched me as I finished with pulling off my red-soled boots and placing them on the seat across from her.
"Get under the covers," I said gently. I remembered doing this with Al when he was coming home to Risembool to see Winry. He was always so chilled when nightfall came, especially after he was healthy enough after he got his body back. Since then, he's gotten tougher with it, especially since he's in the dessert with freezing nights. But our train rides ended when Al decided to stay in Risembool with Winry and he was heading to Xing. Not like I didn't see that one coming a mile away.
Just like Al, she followed what I said with question written in her eyes. She took off those heeled boots and tossed them on the same seat as my boots and took off the coats, putting my old red one back on her. I have to admit, she did look pretty damn good in red. She slipped under the thick sleeping bag and used her leather jacket as a pillow. I slipped off my jacket and did the same, sliding in with her and pulling her close to my body. She snuggled into my body as she yawned; like I knew what was going to happen.
"There, you warm enough?" I asked her as I looked to her. She nodded. "Good, get some rest. We'll be there in a few hours."
With that, she yawned again before closing her eyes and drifting to sleep. She looked so peaceful asleep, without a care in the world. Her hand was rested on the side of my ribs, fingers barely touching the fabric of my shirt. The other hand she used as another pillow. I looked to her again, my arm wrapped around her body to give her more warmth. She felt chilled and I wondered if she really was warm. I used my right hand to move some of her bangs from in front of her eyes; I smiled.
Through the train ride, she gradually got closer to me as she slept, trying to keep as warm as possible even if I meant shoving me to the wall of the bench seat of the train. I didn't know if she just slept like that or because it was warm where I was, and I didn't care what it was. I was just glad she was still sleeping soundly. I started to twirl the ends of her golden hair between my fingers, letting the strainds dance around my fingers before falling from them. She'd sigh happily sometimes as I did it. Maybe it was a dream she was having.
The last stop had come all too suddenly for me as I spent the train ride wide awake and watching Kenzi sleep next to me without a care in the world. I still wanted Kenzi curled next to my body as she slept. But I had to wake her. She slept like Al, peacefully until woken up. Al was a beast after he was woke up. I woke her up cautiously as she stirred and rolled her head back and forth, fighting to open her eyes. Eventually, she won the fight, letting her eyes flutter open and look toward me.
"We there yet?" she asked groggily.
"Yeah," I said as I stood up and got ready for the small trek in the snow to a hotel. "Get in some warm clothes enough to make it to a hotel. We'll begin our trek tomorrow morning. It's just easier and safer to travel there during the day." I looked to her as she ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head. I prayed to whatever that she didn't give herself a fever from the cold and shivering as much as she did. "You alright?"
"Yeah, fine," she said as she put the winter coat on over my red one. "Just a little cold."
Now I was hoping the hotel we were going to stay at had heat and plenty of it.
She slid on her heeled boots and stuffed the rest of the stuff that was out into a backpack while I put away the sleeping bags. When we were ready, we got off the train and headed from the platform, through the train station building, and onto the street. The last town in the North survived around the train bringing soldiers and people. It was only natural that the train station be near the heart of the town with a few hotels near by. We started our walk to the hotel as far North as we could go. The closer we were to Briggs, the better. Kenzi had the hood pulled up to keep the wind off her face as we walked to the hotel. When we walked in, we were greeted by a man with short red hair. He looked like a skinny, frail-looking Breda to me.
"Hello, may I help you?"
"Yes," I said as I walked to him as if the cold didn't bother me. "I'd like a room for the night."
"Are you lost?"
"No."
He wrote something down as Kenzi walked to me and rested her head on the nape of my neck. He looked to us with a cheesy grin on his face. "Honeymooning?"
Kenzi lifted her head, glaring at the man. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
If we were honeymooning, I definitely wouldn't take her North. It would be to the south. Maybe to a lake. Anywhere warm where I wouldn't have to worry about her freezing beside me and my automail leg wouldn't lock up, even though Winry improved it the last time she worked on it, calling it the "universal metal" that shouldn't freeze up or overheat as easily.
I filled out the hotel check-in papers, mindlessly putting down Colonel instead of my first and last name. Since paperwork as a Colonel has increased with the promotion, putting Colonel before Edward has become second nature to me.
"Do you have heat? I mean, lots of heat?"
He chuckled as he handed us a key. I knew something must've happened between Kenzi and this guy for him to chuckle like he thought he knew better, maybe it was Kenzi's head on my shoulder and her, what I thought was a very valid, question. "I'm sorry, with people losing power, all we had left was a single bed. Will that be alright, Colonel?" He turned to Kenzi. "Yes, miss, there should be plenty of heat for you."
Kenzi smiled brightly, glad to hear there was heat.
"It'll be fine," I said as I absent-mindedly laid my pocket watch down to confirm I was military instead of showing him my uniform and gave him the money for the room and to shut him up about us being here. Kenzi grabbed the key and headed down the hall, toward our room. I smirked.
"That's Kenzi," I muttered under my breath as I followed her.
"Sir, that is one hell of a girl."
I smirked more. Yeah, I know. I turned to him and nodded as a thanks before chasing after her before she locked me out of the room. I pushed my through the door before she could shut it on me. Her giggle rang through the room as she dumped the backpack on the floor and flopped on the bed. I chuckled. She was so lively now. I had a feeling it wasn't going to last, but she was smiling. Her smile was vibrant, able to light up a city greater than Central; it was perfect. I set my bag down on the floor next to hers and stood at her while she was still sprawled on the bed.
She sat up a little, looking to me. "What would you have done if I locked you out?"
"Picked the lock," I said. Al and I learned how from Winry a long time ago but I've never had to use it until I got my arm and Al back.
Her eyes widened a little in shock, then went back to what they were originally. She chuckled. "Makes me feel safer knowing I could be changing and you could walk in on me on any point."
I wasn't thinking that, but I wouldn't really be sorry for that one if it happened.
She stood and stripped off the coats she was wearing. It shocked me some to think she was warm enough to even think it. Then again, the heat was turned up higher than on the train. It was almost starting to make me sweat. She tossed them onto the chair near the bed and looked to me. She was still wearing the white button down of mine I gave her to wear and her jeans. Even then she looked sexy as hell.
"You gonna take a shower tonight or tomorrow?" she asked me.
I shook my head, having almost missed what she said from staring at her, letting my imagination take flight with her all over it.
"Go ahead and take one," I said thinking about calling Taylor again. "I'll take one in the morning."
She smiled, turning and heading toward the bathroom door. "Alright, I'll be out."
With that, she disappeared behind the bathroom door, locking it. I sighed contently. Must be from her days in boarding schools. I never locked the bathroom door. Not at home, Winry's, or when Al and I traveled while we searched for the stone. Hell, not even after Al got his body back did I lock the bathroom door. Before too long, I heard the shower come to life and humming eminate from under the door. I chuckled.
"So, you sing in the shower," I said as I heard her. I stripped out of my coat and slid off the jacket of my military uniform. I kicked off my boots and stood near the bathroom door, taking a minute or so to hear her. To listen to her sing a lullabuy. I let out a breathy chuckle. "You're good, too."
I pushed myself from the door when I heard the shower turn off, not realizing I had just stalked the bathroom door that Kenzi was behind. I smiled thinking about her. Immediately after, I shook my head. No, she's off limits. Lockert's daughter. There is no way in hell she'd be interested in me.
Soon after I collapsed on the bed, waiting for her, she walked out wearing nothing but my white button down. When I saw her, it took all I had not to stare at her smooth, tanned, long legs sticking out of the shirt tails.
She bit her bottom lip. Damn, does she know how incredibly sexy she is, and how much she is turning me on? "There weren't any shorts on me so..." her voice faded into a nervous, guilty smile.
I jumped a little, ready to go get the extra pair of boxers in my bag just so I wouldn't keep staring at her legs. "Would you like a pair of my boxers? They are clean."
She nodded a little. A slight shade of pink spreading across her cheeks. I got up and rummaged through my suitcase, looking for them. When I found the light blue fabric, I tossed them to her and started back for the bed. She put them on, flashing a hint of what color panties she was wearing. When she was done, she sat on the bed next to me and smiled.
"Thanks," she said innocently.
I smiled to her. "You're welcome."
"Can we call Taylor? She might want to hear my voice. You know, just to make sure I am alive and you're not leading her on." She paused, realizing how bad that sentence sounded. "Not that you would." The palm of her hand connected to her forehead. "I'm gonna shut up. You know what I mean."
I laughed. "Yeah, I got what you meant." I rolled to the phone thinking, she might want to hear your voice, but she's more than likely screaming Mustang's name as we speak. I dialed his number anyway. If he has the time to make Taylor...nope, not going to think about that... then he can keep it to himself while Kenzi talks to her cousin.
"Roy Mustang's place," a female voice said.
"Brigadier General Mera?" I asked. I've heard Taylor so much I almost forgot she was a rank higher than I was. Or that she was something more than the cousin to Kenzi and they were close like sisters.
I felt Kenzi move, practically laying on top of me to hear her voice. I suppressed the chuckle.
She sounded shocked as she said, "Edward? You're at Briggs already?"
"No, we're at a hotel. Kenzi wanted to call you."
"Kenzi," she repeated, her tone hinting a little sorrow and disappointment. I knew that tone, I had that tone a lot when Al was in armor and I was reminded of what I did that night. "Can you put her on, Edward?" Off in the distance, I could hear that bastard say something, then Taylor reply with, "Roy, my cousin wanted to call me. He's not trying to ruin the mood."
I suppressed the shiver of disgust when I heard that and handed the phone to Kenzi, who laid on top of me to reach the phone. I looked down the length of her body as she spoke to Taylor. My shirt laid against her body, showing off her curves as she spoke. I could see where my boxers rested on her hips and wondered if they went lower if she stood. Her boobs were pressed to my chest and the bottom of my ribs.
"Yeah, I'm alright, Taylor. It's fucking cold here." I fought the chuckle. Her constant complaint the whole trip. "Why would you think that? Just because you and Roy..." she shook her head. I chuckled a little, making her jump with each chuckle. "No, I wasn't thinking that!" She totally was. Kenzi groaned a little. "You can't stop me from that even if you wanted to. I am nineteen." There was a pause, Kenzi let out a sigh. "I'll call you when we're at Briggs, alright? And do me a favor?" Oh God, I have to hear this one. "I am too young to be a cousin-aunt, just sayin." I could hear Taylor's reaction to that and laughed. "I love you too, Taylor!"
Kenzi reached to hang up the phone, further pressing her body into mine. When she hung the phone up, she looked to me. "Thanks," she said with a smile.
"You're welcome," I said, returning the smile.
It was then that I realized where her hands were. One rested on my chest, next to her body, and the other was propping herself up as she looked to me. I didn't realize she had moved her body until I felt her legs on either side of my automail leg. They weren't like that before. Her lips were near mine. Her intoxicating scent taking me to the edge. She met me halfway, our lips crashing together as she relaxed herself back onto my body. One of my hands attached themself to the small of her back and the other combed through her hair. Her silky, dark gold hair with the purple intertwining themselves around my fingers.
That small moan of want was enough to get me to get me closer to the edge of control. I rolled her over onto her back, my tongue snaking into her mouth for dominance, which was something she wasn't giving up too easily. My hand trailed down her side, making her skin crawl as I teased the end of my shirt she was wearing. I hovered over her as I felt her hands attack my uniform pants. I smirked a little and broke the kiss, after I had won dominance, to kiss down her neck. She moaned a little when I kissed a small spot near where her pulse would be.
I helped her kick off my pants as I kissed the exposed skin she left from buttoning up the shirt. I wanted more, and I could tell she did too when she brought my lips back to hers again. I mapped out her mouth again, getting to know everything about it. I found one sensitive area and brushed over it, making Kenzi moan and weak. She laid back as I started to slowly unbutton the buttons to the shirt she was wearing. I could hardly feel that she was doing the same until I felt a cool rush of air to my skin.
She was the one to break the kiss when I had unbuttoned her shirt. She took in a breath, her breathing heavier than normal. Her hands rested on my chest with a smile on her face. She kissed me again, this time flipping us over to the position before. She broke the kiss to kiss my jawline, down my neck and to my chest in small, light kisses. I smiled, watching her. Her bangs fell in front of her eyes and the ends of her hair lightly brushing my sides. I closed my ecstacy and sighed happily. That was until she stopped kissing all together.
I opened my eyes and lifted my head, looking to her. She looked to me, her fingertips on my scar. "I got that a while-years- ago," I said when I saw the question in her eyes. "I was being reckless."
"What did you do?"
"It was a support beam for a mine shaft."
Her eyes widened. I knew the next question was how the fuck I survived. That would be a little harder to explain. Not unless she knew anything of alchemy and the laws of alchemy like equivalent exchange. I sat up some and kissed her, letting anything she was feeling fade. She leaned into the kiss and laid me back as my hands slightly lifted the shirt tail and rested on her hips. She pulled back the shirt I was wearing, until it came off with me sitting up. She straddled me, letting my hand move up a little and feeling her shiver with my touch.
She let out a small moan when I kissed that small spot again. She kissed part of my scar where my automail was. I gripped her shirt when her soft lips kissed both my skin and scar and let out a soft moan. I wanted more and I didn't care what Mustang said or who she was.
Wait, I did care on how I took her.
"Kenzi," I said in a whisper as her fingers wrapped around to the back of my neck. She kissed my neck again and stopped, looking at me when I said her name. "We should stop before we do something we'll both regret later."
Seeing how I've known her for little under twenty-four hours, regretting having sex with her would be present, searing into my mind if nothing came between us.
Kenzi nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're right," she said as she buttoned her shirt back up and got off me. She sighed a little and got uder the quilt and sheets of the bed, not saying a word.
I had to make it up to her, that I wasn't just planning on using her while we were alone and going to leave her when this shit was over with. Not even thinking about what would happen she'd somehow get pregnant from it. Oh God, not that! I leaned to her, she was rolled on her side, her back to me. Her hair rolling down her shoulders in waves and curls; I tried as hard as I could not to run my fingers through it.
"It's not that I don't want you, it's just that I want to have you when you're ready. Not..."
"I get it. Not like I hadn't had the I want to wait for your sake speech," she interrupted me, her tone clearly annoyed and disappointed. I felt the pang of guilt and jealousy hit me. So she's gotten close before. What else has she done? "It's not like I haven't made out with anyone before."
I kissed her cheek after I got under the covers with her, not planning on putting anything back on that was taken off and ignoring the comment about me not being the first. I further ignored what thoughts came to mind when I though of how many schools she's kicked herself out of. Of course she would get boyfriends, she's fucking gorgeous. "Good night, Kenzi. Sweet dreams."
I turned out the light and settled in. Just as I closed my eyes, I heard Kenzi utter, "Sweet dreams, Ed."