Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ An Alchemic Reaction ❯ Milk & Brandy ( Chapter 2 )

This chapter is mostly filler, just to begin the story flow...this is a work in progress after all! There is a tiny bit of lemoniness, but nothing very graphic yet. ;)

 

I do not own FMA! i love it though!

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An Alchemic Reaction

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Milk and Brandy

 

 

The slow pitter patter of rain upon the windowsill couldn't manage to lull Roy into sleep, his legs twisted the blankets, as he shifted around in bed, he wrapped his arms around a large pillow, and half buried his face into it. His mind was racing with thoughts of the past few days. He wasn't sure what surprised him more, the attacks and the Elric's return and departure, or having consoled the Rockbell girl with an unexpectedly intimate hug. The girl dissappeared up the stairs shortly after Gracia arrived with her daughter and Sgt. Fuery's fiance' Miss Scieszka, who had gone upstairs with Winry. He and Gracia sat together in the living room, catching up with a congenial conversation, he recalled parts of it in his mind.

 

Earlier that evening.....

“You know Roy, I really think Maes was right, you really do need a wife.” Roy shifted in his seat across Gracia rolling his eyes. Gracia laughed, “Oh Roy, you have worked so hard for so long, aren't you ready to settle down? You're getting to old for the playboy act Mr. Mustang!” Gracia sipped her freshly brewed tea, watching in amusement as Roy squirmed at her advise. “What about Miss Hawkeye? Weren't you two together at some point? What happened there?”

 

Roy brushed his thumb lightly across his lips, leaning upon the armrest. “We dated briefly, but we both had come to the conclusion that we were better suited as soldiers together and nothing more. Shortly after I decided to protect my country in the North, I needed that time to reflect and get away from this life in Central. I'm only here now because of the crisis.”

 

Gracia's eyebrow raised up, “ Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, I thought you two...Oh, does this mean you're leaving back to the North General?”

 

Roy crossed his right leg over and folded his hands tightly upon his lap. “Well, nothing is written in stone, also I'm not a General anymore Mrs. Hughes, although everyone seems to insist on calling me so, I'm simply an enlisted man. My apartment building has been evacuated until most of the damage is repaired from the attacks. I will probably---”

 

“Roy Mustang! Why didn't you say anything before!? You must stay the night! You have no place to sleep, and we have 2 extra bedrooms, I have Winry in one of them, and Scieszka is going home with Kain as soon as he arrives to pick her up. You must stay! You poor---”

 

Roy's eye widened, Gracia didn't know the history he had with the Rockbell girl,” No no, Gracia please, its alright, I have a room in an inn for now, its just outside the----”

 

The wind howled against the windowpane, air sifted forcefully through the cracks lightly blowing the curtains in the house. Gracia turned to him and glared.

 

Elicia came bouncing in at the moment, apparenty she was eavesdropping. “Uncle Roy is staying!? Yay! Will you stay and play with me and my big sister Winwry?! Oh please!!” The little one kneeled in front of him giving him the greatest puppy eyes he had ever seen. Not even the Great and heroic Flame Alchemist could resist this plea.

 

Roy sighed, exasperated, if Maes were here he would probably be just as pushy and annoying. Damn. “Sure kiddo, I'll stay for the night.” Roy tried to give his best smile, even though he knew it probably looked forced and strange. Elicia erupted into a fit of joy.

 

Gracia stood up, “Now Elicia, its getting late, go upstairs and get ready for bed, I'll be up soon to read you a bedtime story.” The child raced up the stairs, to do as her mother told.

Gracia looked over at Roy and crossed her arms, she gave a smug look of satisfaction.

 

“She is my secret weapon.” she grinned.

 

Roy laughed, “I can see that, Mrs. Hughes really, I can only stay one night, I do not want to impose on you or your houseguest for any longer, remember that I do have a room in the inn, and I---” Gracia waved her hand for him to stop.

 

“Say no more General! I see you're just as stubborn as ever Roy, you haven't changed a bit!” Gracia smiled, knowing full well that Roy had changed, inside the man was desperately alone. She came up beside him and began to whisper.

 

“Besides you would never be imposing upon any of us, Winry, you know Miss Rockbell of course right? Well she is very young, but she is such a wonderful young lady, I think both of you would get along wonderfully.” Gracia looked up at him expectantly giggling and giving him a wink. Roy felt woozy for a moment, the conniving matchmaker! She is trying to set him up with Winry Rockbell! Of all the women in the world.....he sighed. Maes must have left it in his will and testament to Gracia to make sure he would have a wife. He almost chuckled at the morbid thought.

 

“Uuhh....huh....yes I know her, she is, well was Fullmetal's automail mechanic.” Roy rubbed the back of his neck wishing he had the power to vanish into thin air.

 

“Yes, she is staying with me to help the troops who were injured, she recently attained her certification as a medic and automail specialist. She is practically a doctor. You will probably see her at headquarters, so make friends with her, she is such a lovely girl Roy, and she is so alone.....the poor thing. She is too young for all that she has been through.” Gracia began to pick up the tea set from the coffee table.

 

Roy didn't have a reply, Gracia was also alone, but she still had Elicia. He wondered if Maes would want Gracia to be with another man, of course Roy himself knew that Maes loved her so dearly, he would only want Gracia to be happy. Even if it meant finding a new love. He shoved those thoughts aside. 'So Miss Rockbell will be working at the hospital and headquarters to aide the wounded.' How very fitting, this was becoming too much for him. He walked forward to help Gracia put away the tea cups and dishes.

 

As the evening progressed, Roy had a brief chat with Sgt. Fuery who had one arm wrapped nervously around Scieszka. He was informed then that he was invited to the nuptials that were being held in two months time. Roy congratulated the young couple as they left. Winry had not come downstairs for the rest of the evening. Which somewhat relieved Roy, as he entered the guestroom and undressed for the night.

 

He sat up and slid to the side of the bed. Mussing his hair, he leaned forward to turn the lamp on, and grabbed his pocketwatch. '3:30am..great...' he thought, 'Maybe I'll grab a glass of milk...nah, who am I kidding? Some brandy will do the trick.'

 

Roy stood up, and slowly crept into the hallway, making sure as to not disturb anyone. As he quietly went down the stairs he noticed the kitchen light was already on. Feeling the slightest bit of annoyance, 'Ah hell!' Roy reminded himself that he was a damn soldier, and shouldn't have to worry so much about walking into his belated friends kitchen, even if it was occupied by another person. He forged on, and pushed the kitchen door open. The sight he beheld was a whoosh of long golden hair and alarmed blue eyes.

 

Winry nearly choked on her hot chocolate when the kitchen door opened. 'OH DEAR GOD! ITS MUSTANG!' She tried to keep herself composed, but she suddenly became very aware of the General's state of undress. All he had on were a pair of burgundy pajama bottoms, and his military dog chain. Her eyes couldn't help but follow the sinuous lines of muscle on display upon his chest, her gaze moved upwards.

 

'Hold on a moment...he didn't have his eye patch on!' Winry didn't even notice the absence of Mustang's eye patch until his vanity had caught up with him and he quickly covered his eye with a long patch of his dark hair. She looked down, embarrassed from her moment of oggling, and she then began to turn red from the slow realization that she wasn't exactly dressed in her usual attire either.

 

Roy stood for a moment frozen as he fiddled with his hair, 'Damnit I forgot about the damn patch!' He usually lived on his own, hell he was nearly a hermit lately! He usually didn't have to worry at night about wearing his patch at all times. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants then, and turned his head to the side a bit, so that his scarred eye wouldn't show as much.

 

He tried not to look at her, but how could he avoid it? She was standing right there by the ice box, wearing nothing more then a miniscule, silky pink sheath, with blue trimmed lace. Her shyness amused him, she didn't seem to realize how damn sexy she was.

'STOP IT! STOP! She is Winry Rockbell! STOP!' Roy yelled at himself mentally, he needed to break the silence.

 

“Ahem...So...couldn't sleep?” He looked down at his feet for a moment, and when he brought his dark onyx eye up, they locked with her cerualean ones. She nodded bashfully, and as she tightened her grip upon her cup of hot cocoa. He didn't want her to feel so nervous, but he understood her reason for it.

 

“Yeah, just came to grab a glass of milk, but ended up adding some cocoa to make it a little sweeter. It's a little cold tonight.” Well, she was cold before, but for some reason she began to feel a bit heated. Winry wasn't sure where to look, she just darted her eyes about the room, giving brief glances to Roy, 'Calm down Winry!' She shifted her weight to one leg and tried to keep some of her hair in front of her shoulders.

“So would you like some milk?” She peered up at him. “I'll warm it up for you if your cold...or umm....if you like?” 'Oh god I'm babling like an idiot!'

 

The pure innocence that resonated from her voice and eyes nearly knocked the breath out of Roy. He closed his eye, “Hm...something like that, yes.” He responded huskily, his mouth quirked into a tight half smile, as he moved towards the kitchen's cabinets.

 

Winry watched him curiously as she sipped the warm cocoa. He pulled out a fancy looking crystal bottle, filled with a golden liquid. 'He's going to get drunk at this hour!?' she thought, quirking an eyebrow up.

 

Roy filled a small glass, “Would you like a little brandy Miss Rockbell?” Roy couldn't believe he was offering the young thing alcohol! Was she old enough to drink yet? Was she past 18?

 

Winry blinked in surprise at the General's congeniality. “Oh...I'm fine for now, thanks.” She lifted her cup up in the air, as to show off her cocoa.

 

Roy swilled the small glass around gracefully between his fingers. He leaned against the counter and began to slowly drink the liquid gold. Winry watched in fascination as his adam's apple bobbed lightly. Her tongue flicked across her lips, never had an alcoholic drink made her thirst this way. Was it really the brandy? Or was it...no..she didn't want to think about that. The General was handsome, but there was no need to lust over someone so completely wrong for her in every way!

 

“So I heard you will be aiding us with the wounded Miss Rockbell.” Roy tilted his head inher direction, carefully keeping his scarred eye concealed. He couldn't help but get an eyeful of the girl. The milkiness of her complexion, and the sweet dip of her collarbone nearly called out to his hungry tongue. After all, he used to be quite the ladies man, before he went off in total seclusion. It had been too long since he had had the pleasures that th female flesh provided him. However, he kept himself in check, this was once again, Winry Rockbell. 'Damnit.'

 

Winry pushed tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, “Yes, that's right. I'm assigned to help at the Central hospital, adjacent to....headquarters” She matched his gaze, holding it steadily. The tension seemed to simmer in the room. No longer did she feel cold. 'I have to get out of here!' She thought frantically.

 

Roy felt her uneasiness, and felt the familiar tug of guilt once again. He turned his back to her and headed for the door. “Well, I will be seeing you at headquarters then, Miss Rockbell, have a good night.”

 

Winry nearly collapsed onto the chair, as she set her cup of cocoa down upon the table. She didn't realize that Mustang would be staying the night, and now she realized that she would have to deal with him at headquarters. 'What a nice twist of fate.' She thought sarcastically, “I'm practically a doctor, working for the military, and Roy Mustang is practically my boss. how very fitting!' Winry groaned lightly, and began to head out of the kitchen. As she tip-toed her way down the dark hallway, she stopped in front of the General's door. She could have sworn she heard a muffled type of groan coming from inside, she leaned towards the door, but stopped herself. 'Who cares Winry? Leave the guy alone!' Going against her instincts Winry, kept walking, and went to bed.

 

Roy panted, as he wiped a light sheen of sweat, off his forehead. 'This is TORTURE!' He shoved his face into a pillow. 'My God I need to bed someone!' When he had returned to his room, and layed back down, he had felt a tingle ripple across his chest. Thoughts of the Rockbell girl in her satin pink nighty, had apparently affected him more then he would have thought. Engorged with lust, he had to relieve himself. He was digusted with himself, he had tried to think of other women, he sure knew plenty to think of while he gripped onto his throbbing hardness, but only the thoughts of her made him come fully. This shocked, and confused him. 'I am a dirty bastard....huh...I am only a man...a sick crazy man...' Roy yawned roughly into the pillow, as his powerful release and the intoxicating effects of the brandy seeped through his body, and lulled him into a deep and restful sleep.

 

Meanwhile at the Hospital...

 

Jean Havoc watched the intricate droplets of water wriggle down the windowpane. The hospital wouldn't allow him to smoke indoors, so he was a bit on edge. He turned around to look down upon the young blonde woman resting peacefully on the bed, and he instantly melted into the small cot he had arranged beside her bed. He knelt on the cot, and studied the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed evenly. He hung his head, and layed himself onto the cot, and stared at the ceiling. Recalling the events that had transpired just yesterday. Mustang was helping the Elric's, and she was distraught from his second abandonment of her. She had frozen in shock, and at that moment he saw it, almost as if in slow motion. a bullet had penetrated her chest, and she fell backwards onto a large rock. After that, it all became a blur. Running with her unconscious body splayed out upon his arms, the hospital, the results.....The bullet wound was not fatal....but the concussion had rendered unconscious. For now he just had to wait. It all seemed unreal to him. And where the hell was Mustang for that matter? Did he know? Of course, The General's reaction was the least of Havoc's worries.

 

'She'll wake up any day now....i know she will...' He thought optimistically, he reached his hand up to clasp upon her seemingly lifeless fingers, and closed his eyes.

 

After all, tomorrow would be a new day in Central Headquarters....

 

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The next Chapter will take up quite some time...but it will be pretty awesome! I can't wait to post the next chapter! Thank you so much for the reviews! They make me want to finish faster, but at the same time, I want this to be a good story! I hope you are liking it so far!