Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Inability ❯ Inability ( Chapter 1 )

I don't even know what the matter with me is anymore…. Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.

Inability

It started out innocent enough, really. I mean, we had been friends for so long before…before it all began to change. But change it did.

I didn't actually suspect anything was wrong when it began. Like I said, we were friends, so the pats on my back, the lingering handshakes, the “accidental” bumping of my arm…they all seemed perfectly friendly, even if it was overly so. But the changes continued. They were gradual, creeping up on me unexpectedly, disguised beneath the mask of comradeship.

Next came the massages. My neck had been aching after one particularly hard job, and I had let slip to The Other this little fact. My “friend” (for at this point I was still fooled) placed cool, gentle, soothing fingers on the base of my aching part and moved them in just the right way to relieve my tension. It was amazing. But my lack of objection to such forwardness only made The Other grow bolder. Several times a week, I would feel those fingers again, wherever I ached the most - my neck, my back, my feet - and then sometimes where I had never strained myself at all - my arms, my thighs, my butt. That last had been rather awkward on my part, but The Other acted as though nothing were out of place.

I had half a mind to tell The Other to stop, that I wasn't interested, before things got out of hand. The problem was what if I was overreacting? What if my friend was being just that? I didn't want to ruin our relationship, of course.

Then there was the other problem…slightly harder to deal with: I was maybe - just maybe - becoming interested in return. I found myself anticipating the cool touches, the “accidental” brushing of our bodies, the friendly hugs that were so much more. By the time we shared our first kiss, I was wrapped completely around The Other's finger.

And after our first real time together (you know what I mean), I found myself reflecting…maybe the inability to say no really wasn't a bad thing. In certain circumstances, anyway.

A/N: I love writing these little things where you can kind of make up your own scenario, it gets the reader really involved in the story, I feel. Sorry for abruptness, I tried to make it flow as well as I could at just after midnight, immediately following seven hours of work.

Based loosely on a situation I am currently in, much to my dismay. My inability to say “no” somehow reminded me of an FMA character, though I shan't say who, elsewise it'll ruin the story.

350 words. I'm so proud of myself.

Familiarity breeds contempt. Ambiguity breeds pairing wars. Tell me in your review (hint hint) which pairing you imagined in this situation, or which pairing is your favourite. And remember, I am always open to suggestions, so if you want me to write something, let me know, okay?

(P.S. familiarity also breeds children…)