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ajremixSo I haven't written in a while. Gimme a break :P
Title: Attention to Detail
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Rating: PG-13. R for the sensitive
Word Count: 455
Characters: Havoc and Hawkeye
Summary: Because I love them both. I especially love them together.
At first glance, Havoc didn’t give the impression of an exceptional person. But those that worked with him understood him. They knew his work ethics and mentality. He didn’t stop until an assigned task was finished, he worked himself as hard as those he commanded. He could see through the layers the colonel spoke through and could dissect, work, refine and reconstruct those layers as quickly as he could light a smoke.
The colonel knew how Havoc worked, that was why he had requested his services. He knew of the man’s attention to detail better than anyone else.
Almost anyone.
When Havoc turned his attention on something, the whole world became that one thing, his entire being funneled into that one source of concentration. And that was what Hawkeye knew best about him.
He knew her body as well as she did but he’d always explore it again each time, as if he had forgotten it. He’d slip his rough fingers over the ridges of her ribs because it gave a pleasant near-tickle, he’d rub his knuckles against the small of her back because he’d find tension there. The long forgotten, childhood scars were each nuzzled and he’d paint his tongue heavy against her collarbones. He was always gentle with her because, despite appearance and capabilities, he knew she bruised easily. He took time and locked it away so he could focus on taking each nerve in her body and stretch them out and light them up and soothe them calm again. Each act was more for her than him and every protest to return the favor was lost in the wake the pleasure he invoked.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Hawkeye would sometimes think. The first time was just a mistake she had tried to forget but she had found the sheets of her bed seemed suddenly rough and barren during the nights after. And whenever his hand touched her at work or he’d flick those lazy blue eyes over her face, that night would come back and wouldn’t leave her mind be with memories until she continually gave into temptation.
They both understood the consequences of their fraternization and didn’t speak a word of it. She worked with her calm grace and he still brooded over some woman the colonel had yet again supposedly stolen from him. But whenever Havoc lost himself in the world he built around Hawkeye, she wondered how someone like him could have such problems finding a girlfriend.
She would sometimes wonder if she were willing to fill in that spot. And when Havoc would give her a little smile at work- part warm, part open and secretly secret –she would wonder why she wouldn’t want to.
Title: Attention to Detail
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Rating: PG-13. R for the sensitive
Word Count: 455
Characters: Havoc and Hawkeye
Summary: Because I love them both. I especially love them together.
At first glance, Havoc didn’t give the impression of an exceptional person. But those that worked with him understood him. They knew his work ethics and mentality. He didn’t stop until an assigned task was finished, he worked himself as hard as those he commanded. He could see through the layers the colonel spoke through and could dissect, work, refine and reconstruct those layers as quickly as he could light a smoke.
The colonel knew how Havoc worked, that was why he had requested his services. He knew of the man’s attention to detail better than anyone else.
Almost anyone.
When Havoc turned his attention on something, the whole world became that one thing, his entire being funneled into that one source of concentration. And that was what Hawkeye knew best about him.
He knew her body as well as she did but he’d always explore it again each time, as if he had forgotten it. He’d slip his rough fingers over the ridges of her ribs because it gave a pleasant near-tickle, he’d rub his knuckles against the small of her back because he’d find tension there. The long forgotten, childhood scars were each nuzzled and he’d paint his tongue heavy against her collarbones. He was always gentle with her because, despite appearance and capabilities, he knew she bruised easily. He took time and locked it away so he could focus on taking each nerve in her body and stretch them out and light them up and soothe them calm again. Each act was more for her than him and every protest to return the favor was lost in the wake the pleasure he invoked.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Hawkeye would sometimes think. The first time was just a mistake she had tried to forget but she had found the sheets of her bed seemed suddenly rough and barren during the nights after. And whenever his hand touched her at work or he’d flick those lazy blue eyes over her face, that night would come back and wouldn’t leave her mind be with memories until she continually gave into temptation.
They both understood the consequences of their fraternization and didn’t speak a word of it. She worked with her calm grace and he still brooded over some woman the colonel had yet again supposedly stolen from him. But whenever Havoc lost himself in the world he built around Hawkeye, she wondered how someone like him could have such problems finding a girlfriend.
She would sometimes wonder if she were willing to fill in that spot. And when Havoc would give her a little smile at work- part warm, part open and secretly secret –she would wonder why she wouldn’t want to.
