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[Jan. 8] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Indecent Proposal
Title: Indecent Proposal
Day/Theme: Jan. 8, 2011 "Tomorrow I will have no shame"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee->Miles (...)
Rating: PG
They were standing so close Major Miles could feel Kimblee's warm breath on his throat. The alchemist wasn't physically imposing. Actually, compared to Miles he was rather small. It was his mind and his art and his allegiance that posed the threat to Miles and Briggs. It was funny though. Close up, Kimblee wasn't that frightening. The intensity in his eyes was no longer a turn-off. He looked good for a man who'd spent as much time in prison as he had. If he weren't such a creep, Miles would've described him as attractive (although he'd preface it with the caveat that men like Kimblee were not his usual type).
Kimblee was good at waiting. Miles did not appreciate the possibility that he liked watching him squirm. The last resonance of his question had faded from the air, but the passage of time did not render an answer any less necessary. "Come in with me," he had said. He didn't need to say much to say a lot. Miles knew what he meant, what he was interested in. He weighed his options. He was not afraid of Kimblee. He would not allow himself to be pressured into anything untoward, but it was important to phrase his response properly so as not to create a scene.
"I don't want to do something I'll regret tomorrow... And I know if I do this with you, I'm going to regret it tomorrow. So no."
Kimblee did not appear particularly dissuaded by this argument. He leaned in a little closer. Miles resisted the urge to counter his move by leaning an equal increment away. "Come now, no one has to know," he purred.
"But you'll know."
"Is that really so bad?" Ugh, there was no way to hide his true nature for long. The trappings of a gentleman only counted for so much. A slimeball deep down remained a slimeball no matter how he dressed himself up.
Miles didn't hesitate. "Yes."
"I guess not then," Kimblee shrugged, "Your loss, Major." If that was genuine disappointment on his face, Miles would have to admit that it was creepier than any of the other emotions he'd seen cross Kimblee's face thus far. It didn't match the rest of his character.
They went their separate ways. Kimblee to his temporary quarters and Miles back to work (he waved over two trustworthy men to stand guard outside the door to make sure Kimblee didn't go off anywhere in the fort unattended- he didn't want to find out what a man like that could get up to if left to his own devices). Miles could only hope that left by himself for the evening Kimblee did not think about him.
Day/Theme: Jan. 8, 2011 "Tomorrow I will have no shame"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee->Miles (...)
Rating: PG
They were standing so close Major Miles could feel Kimblee's warm breath on his throat. The alchemist wasn't physically imposing. Actually, compared to Miles he was rather small. It was his mind and his art and his allegiance that posed the threat to Miles and Briggs. It was funny though. Close up, Kimblee wasn't that frightening. The intensity in his eyes was no longer a turn-off. He looked good for a man who'd spent as much time in prison as he had. If he weren't such a creep, Miles would've described him as attractive (although he'd preface it with the caveat that men like Kimblee were not his usual type).
Kimblee was good at waiting. Miles did not appreciate the possibility that he liked watching him squirm. The last resonance of his question had faded from the air, but the passage of time did not render an answer any less necessary. "Come in with me," he had said. He didn't need to say much to say a lot. Miles knew what he meant, what he was interested in. He weighed his options. He was not afraid of Kimblee. He would not allow himself to be pressured into anything untoward, but it was important to phrase his response properly so as not to create a scene.
"I don't want to do something I'll regret tomorrow... And I know if I do this with you, I'm going to regret it tomorrow. So no."
Kimblee did not appear particularly dissuaded by this argument. He leaned in a little closer. Miles resisted the urge to counter his move by leaning an equal increment away. "Come now, no one has to know," he purred.
"But you'll know."
"Is that really so bad?" Ugh, there was no way to hide his true nature for long. The trappings of a gentleman only counted for so much. A slimeball deep down remained a slimeball no matter how he dressed himself up.
Miles didn't hesitate. "Yes."
"I guess not then," Kimblee shrugged, "Your loss, Major." If that was genuine disappointment on his face, Miles would have to admit that it was creepier than any of the other emotions he'd seen cross Kimblee's face thus far. It didn't match the rest of his character.
They went their separate ways. Kimblee to his temporary quarters and Miles back to work (he waved over two trustworthy men to stand guard outside the door to make sure Kimblee didn't go off anywhere in the fort unattended- he didn't want to find out what a man like that could get up to if left to his own devices). Miles could only hope that left by himself for the evening Kimblee did not think about him.