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[August 20] [Fullmetal Alchemist] The Obscuring Effect of Romantic Feelings
Title: The Obscuring Effect of Romantic Feelings (These Inconvenient Fireworks, part 4)
Day/Theme: Aug. 20, 2011 "the heart's memory"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Author's comment: AU. Continued from the 19th (and earlier). Well, that's a wrap for this fic. Thanks for following along!
Well, since he had brought it up. "What was his name?"
"Lon." Although his answer was terse, the colonel maintained his pleasant demeanor. If Ed were to guess, he'd say he was happy because his guest was happy. Even if the colonel wasn't willing to quite close that gap leading to romantic interaction, Ed still loved to be alone with him. There was no denying that the colonel liked him a lot. Specially. The colonel's scent was effaced now by the warm odors of coffee, eggs, and cheese. Ed imagined what it would be like to live with him. He'd probably eat better if he had the colonel's culinary efforts to look forward to every day.
But if he wanted to pursue his lead about Lon Kimblee, he couldn't allow himself to drift off into weird mushiness just yet. "Did you, uh, lose him a long time ago?"
"Before Ishval. He was young." The colonel stared into his coffee like it was a crystal ball and he could uncover some significant message there. Maybe, if it was the past he wanted to see, not the future, he could. "Al reminds me of him."
Al. That was heartening. "Al likes you too," Ed said. It sounded a little stupider once he heard it out loud than it had in his head.
"Plus, when I see Winry, it's like getting to have a younger sister too."
The colonel ate so neatly. As he nibbled on an orange slice over his vaguely smeared plate, Ed stared at the crumbs, grease, and glops of egg littering his own dish. He tried to scoop the larger fragments up with his fork. "It seems like you're feeding me a lot these days. Is there, uh, anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Please, just continue to follow my orders as you have. You're part of my team, Edward, and a very brave man taught me the importance of looking after my own. I've got your back."
Ed swallowed his last bit of egg. "Give me some orders then," he made a cheeky attempt at initiating something. "Whatever they are, I'll fill them. And afterward, you can declare it a top secret matter and swear me to secrecy." Did the colonel realized he'd just licked his lips? Damn, Ed wished he'd volunteer that slippery tongue of his for a kiss.
"I am not about to abuse my authority," the colonel said, though he was unperturbed and still smiling.
"I wish you would," Ed groaned, but that just set the colonel to laughing.
"I assure you," Kimblee rose, scooping up and stacking the dishes, "You do make it tempting."
"Oh, for crying out loud!"
The colonel dipped down as he passed behind Ed and kissed the back of his ear. That sensitive touch, that whiff of cologne, that clear (clear?) avowal of more than platonic affection- it made Ed shiver. There was a spring in Kimblee's step as he carried his small load to the sink.
It took Ed a moment of hyperventilating before he could summon up a response. "You bastard!" he jumped to his feet. (There was no reason his answer had to be poetic.)
"Well, as least I'm not abusing my authority and ordering you not to act on your feelings for me." Ed could see that self-satisfied grin stretched across the colonel's face as he turned on the sink. "I wouldn't need to order you as your superior officer to get what I wanted, Edward Elric. I know all your secrets- and you know none of mine."
"Just like the Red Lotus, huh? You love to start a fireworks show, but you won't get in on the action," Ed scoffed, hoping to provoke a more passionate reaction from his commander (failing that, at least yelling about it would help him blow off steam). He marched over onto the tile to stand behind the colonel.
"Some cliches abide for a reason," the colonel said. He turned off the water and dried his hands. "If you can't stand the heat," Kimblee whirled around, surprising Ed so that he stumbled backward. He pinned the boy against the cupboard, "Stay out of the kitchen."
Day/Theme: Aug. 20, 2011 "the heart's memory"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Author's comment: AU. Continued from the 19th (and earlier). Well, that's a wrap for this fic. Thanks for following along!
Well, since he had brought it up. "What was his name?"
"Lon." Although his answer was terse, the colonel maintained his pleasant demeanor. If Ed were to guess, he'd say he was happy because his guest was happy. Even if the colonel wasn't willing to quite close that gap leading to romantic interaction, Ed still loved to be alone with him. There was no denying that the colonel liked him a lot. Specially. The colonel's scent was effaced now by the warm odors of coffee, eggs, and cheese. Ed imagined what it would be like to live with him. He'd probably eat better if he had the colonel's culinary efforts to look forward to every day.
But if he wanted to pursue his lead about Lon Kimblee, he couldn't allow himself to drift off into weird mushiness just yet. "Did you, uh, lose him a long time ago?"
"Before Ishval. He was young." The colonel stared into his coffee like it was a crystal ball and he could uncover some significant message there. Maybe, if it was the past he wanted to see, not the future, he could. "Al reminds me of him."
Al. That was heartening. "Al likes you too," Ed said. It sounded a little stupider once he heard it out loud than it had in his head.
"Plus, when I see Winry, it's like getting to have a younger sister too."
The colonel ate so neatly. As he nibbled on an orange slice over his vaguely smeared plate, Ed stared at the crumbs, grease, and glops of egg littering his own dish. He tried to scoop the larger fragments up with his fork. "It seems like you're feeding me a lot these days. Is there, uh, anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Please, just continue to follow my orders as you have. You're part of my team, Edward, and a very brave man taught me the importance of looking after my own. I've got your back."
Ed swallowed his last bit of egg. "Give me some orders then," he made a cheeky attempt at initiating something. "Whatever they are, I'll fill them. And afterward, you can declare it a top secret matter and swear me to secrecy." Did the colonel realized he'd just licked his lips? Damn, Ed wished he'd volunteer that slippery tongue of his for a kiss.
"I am not about to abuse my authority," the colonel said, though he was unperturbed and still smiling.
"I wish you would," Ed groaned, but that just set the colonel to laughing.
"I assure you," Kimblee rose, scooping up and stacking the dishes, "You do make it tempting."
"Oh, for crying out loud!"
The colonel dipped down as he passed behind Ed and kissed the back of his ear. That sensitive touch, that whiff of cologne, that clear (clear?) avowal of more than platonic affection- it made Ed shiver. There was a spring in Kimblee's step as he carried his small load to the sink.
It took Ed a moment of hyperventilating before he could summon up a response. "You bastard!" he jumped to his feet. (There was no reason his answer had to be poetic.)
"Well, as least I'm not abusing my authority and ordering you not to act on your feelings for me." Ed could see that self-satisfied grin stretched across the colonel's face as he turned on the sink. "I wouldn't need to order you as your superior officer to get what I wanted, Edward Elric. I know all your secrets- and you know none of mine."
"Just like the Red Lotus, huh? You love to start a fireworks show, but you won't get in on the action," Ed scoffed, hoping to provoke a more passionate reaction from his commander (failing that, at least yelling about it would help him blow off steam). He marched over onto the tile to stand behind the colonel.
"Some cliches abide for a reason," the colonel said. He turned off the water and dried his hands. "If you can't stand the heat," Kimblee whirled around, surprising Ed so that he stumbled backward. He pinned the boy against the cupboard, "Stay out of the kitchen."