Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck In The FedEx Kinko's Parking Lot ❯ It Was You ( Chapter 1 )

Stuck In The Kinko's Parking Lot- It Was You

 

“Why the hell did I let you drive me?” Ed mumbles in the seat next to me. “Something like this always happens with you around, Bastard.”

 

I sigh. “Edward, I did not make my car decide to stall. I can't help it. I'm sorry.” My face is carefully calm in the orange light of the FedEx Kinko's sign above us. “And since you had no method of transportation, as your boss I felt responsible for driving you home.”

 

“Yeah, well… you didn't have to.” Ed's voice drops off, and I can barely see a pink tinge to his cheeks as an uncomfortable silence permeates my Jeep.

 

Finally I snap on the radio to check the time; we need some noise too. “The service men should be here in about twenty minutes,” I say softly, then add, “I really am sorry.”

 

“It's all right,” he responds, and I know that he never really was mad in the first place; it was just our usual banter. My eyes flicker to him, and his eyes are closed, and he's beautiful there, leaning back on the headrest, but then I catch myself. He's fourteen years younger than you, Roy. And he's, well, him. Ah, the voice of reason. He always tells me exactly what to do; he's the reason Maes got kicked out of high school and I didn't.

 

So where was he when I fell in love?

 

A song filters through my thoughts, it's that new one that Riza likes… `Coffee Shop'? Yeah, that's it.

 

Ed shifts to rest against the door and I'm watching him again, the lyrics flowing around me.

 

“I think that possibly maybe I'm falling for you.

Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you…

I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down and I wanna come too.

I think that possibly maybe I'm falling for.”

 

Damn appropriate song.

 

Damn inappropriate situation. I am Edward's boss. He in no way returns my feelings.

 

Right?

 

Suddenly Ed turns and catches me staring. I avert my eyes, hoping he drops it.

 

No such luck.

 

“See something you like?” he asked.

 

And he did not just ask, he asked in a stripper voice. The boy was messing with my head. Totally, completely messing with my head.

 

Okay. Door number one: I tell him what I feel and go to jail as a sexual predator. Door number two: I tell him and get a date.

 

Well hell, we're in the Kinko's parking lot. It could go either way. Why not?

 

I decide to be brave. “Perhaps.” Maybe not so brave.

 

Ed raises an eyebrow. “'Perhaps'?” he repeats. I sigh inwardly. The hellish stripper voice is gone.

 

I look lazily out the window. “Yeah.” Shit. I'm gonna blow this. Fine. Screw the cool act.

 

And so, with voice of reason screaming his protest in my mind and the Kinko's sign shining in my eyes, I grab Ed and pull him to me, kissing him lightly, giving him the chance to pull away or respond. Thankfully he chooses the latter, shifting and moaning slightly, opening his mouth in anticipation of what I am about to do.

 

Damn, this kid is good.

 

As I realize I'm running out of oxygen, I pull back and smile at Ed.

 

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

 

Ed returns my grin. “Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?”

 

I nod, smiling, and wrap an arm around his waist, tugging him toward me again. Good thing I took out the console. “I( think so.”

 

And we sit there, him against me, listening to each other breathe in the warm light of the Kinko's sign as the last strains of `Coffee Shop' drift through the car.

 

“All of the while,

All of the while…

 

It was you.”