FMA FIC: Out of the Blue (all three parts)

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Title: Out of the Blue
Author: Sonja Jade
Pairing/Characters: Havoc/Sciezka, Braeda, Falman and Feury later on
Genre: Romance/PWP
Warnings: 2nd and 3rd parts are smutty, though 3rd part is also hilarious
Rating: 1st part PG13, 2nd and 3rd M


 

PART ONE

"Y'know," she laughed as Jean did an impromptu jig beside her, "you should go back to work for Mustang if you can dance like that!" It had been nearly six months since Dr. Marcoh came and healed Havoc's injured spinal cord, and after weeks of intense physical therapy, he had taken his biggest supporter out for a drink as a celebration that his doctor had cleared him as being perfectly back to normal.

He gave her a doubting smirk as he ordered another beer and rejoined her at the bar. "Shit, what do I wanna go back to the military for?" He took a drink of the dark lager and lit a cigarette. Exhaling a big blue-gray puff of smoke, he put his arm around her. "I got everything I want right here… A fresh glass of beer, a freshly lit cigarette, and the prettiest girl in the whole bar." He nibbled her neck and she squealed like a schoolgirl, cheeks flushed and crying for him to stop.

Sciezka swatted him away. "C'mon, Jean. You know I'm not the prettiest girl in this whole bar," she said with a smile.

"Aww, honey, I beg to differ!" He pointed to a lovely redhead sitting at one of the tables. "That one's got a gap in her teeth so big I could drive my truck through it, that blonde over there's got no shape at all to her, the group of old whores over there isn't even worth describing, and the woman down the bar there is at least four hundred years old. So you are the prettiest girl here."

The mousy young woman beside him smiled sadly into her Shirley Temple, "That isn't saying much for my sex appeal then." She felt Havoc's hands at her face, turning her to face him. He gently took her glasses off, then began tousling and loosely styling her hair with his fingers, then unbuttoned the first two snaps on her blouse and lightly pinched her cheeks to give her some color. He had transformed her with very little effort, which spoke volumes about the girl's natural beauty.

"Sciezka, you have no idea how sexy you really are, sweetheart." His hand cradled her face and his thumb brushed lovingly over her cheek. He smiled when she blushed under his touch and the sniper-turned-shop keeper released her. "Let me buy you a real drink. What do you like?" he asked as he waved the bartender down.

"Uhh… I'll take a double scotch on the rocks." She blushed as if she were embarrassed by her drink order.

"That's my girl," Jean said as he flipped his ashes and fished out the cash for her refreshment. "I like it when a girl's hot as hell and can hold her liquor." The bartender sat the glass tumbler down in front of her as Havoc gave her a wink. "Better watch it young lady… I think I might be falling for you."

Her bottom lip began to quiver, as if she were about to cry. Jean stubbed his smoke out in the ashtray and wrapped an arm around her back. "Honey, what's wrong?"

She picked her glasses up off the worn bar top and slid them back on. "It's nice of you to try and build me up like this, but I won't stand for you lying to me."

He furrowed his brow. "Who's lying? I think you're very attractive, and I love how we are with each other, so laid back and easy going… The more I think about, the more I'm wondering why we haven't gotten more serious."

Sciezka stirred the ice in her drink with her finger. "So… you're not just teasing me?"

He ordered a shot of wintergreen vodka, swished it around in his mouth and then swallowed it with a gulp. "If I was teasing I wouldn't do this," he said as leaned in and captured her soft lips, kissing her for the first time as half the bar looked on. Sciezka was surprised, was thankful that he'd washed that smoke flavor from his mouth before deciding to take her breath away, was so very glad that he wasn't teasing her…

The redhead huffed, gathered her purse and jacket and stormed out, the shapeless blonde turned her attention to the barely legal men standing by the jukebox, and the other women simply turned their head as Havoc was marked off everyone's invisible lists. He pulled back and gazed into Sciezka's green eyes, disregarding the angry stares of most of the female patronage. "Can I take you back to my place? Granted it's just a tiny little apartment over my mom and dad's garage, but it's private." He took her hand and squeezed, throwing her a heated glance. "Maybe we could see if the philosopher's stone restored the life to other parts of my body."

A grin began to bloom on Sciezka's lips, and she chuckled darkly as she leaned in to kiss him again. "Jean, I've read seven different versions of the Kama Sutra, and you know about my photographic memory right?" The young woman giggled as her companion made a kind of choked sound.

Havoc pulled back and stammered, "My truck goes eighty miles an hour, we can be there in ten minutes." He was already reaching for his keys.

PART TWO

They barely made it in the door without tripping, Jean holding Sciezka close to him and kissing her as they stumbled inside his dark apartment. He reached blindly a few times before finding the light switch, then kicked the door shut with his foot. He slammed his keys down on the end table. All the while walking her backwards towards his bedroom, his hands were all over her, pulling at buttons and touching every curve he could find. The girl in his grip fisted her hands in his t-shirt and occasionally nipped at his neck when he released her long enough to actually look where he was going.

Finally, Sciezka felt the backs of her knees hit his unmade bed, and he laid her back, crawling over top of her and jerking her a bit so her entire body was lying in the middle of his bed. Panting, Havoc raised his head and peeled her top open, revealing the simple white satin bra she wore. Blue eyes poured over her trembling form, rough fingertips following the trails his eyes left on her heated skin. "So beautiful…" he murmured as he watched the young woman blush.

In a flash, she'd whipped him over to his back and Sciezka sat astride him, his hands finding their way to her shapely hips and gripping her tightly. Slowly, she slid her warm hands under the hem of his shirt and smoothed over the muscles he'd worked so hard to regain. She pushed the garment up his body until he let go of her and jerked it off over his head. Then, chewing her lip, she slid her own blouse off and unhooked the brassier, grinning nervously as she pulled that away from her as well.

"Mmmhmm," Jean hummed in approval. "I knew you had some pretty tits under those plain shirts you always wear." His hands came up to cup her ample breasts as Sciezka leaned over him and kissed him deeply. The man below her released her briefly, gripped her hips once again and ground his hardness into her as he continued to taste her perfect mouth.

Sciezka gave a quiet gasp as his actions caused a flare in her desire, his member pressing deliciously against her agitated little nubbin. "Jean…" she panted. Suddenly she felt his hands leave her chest and come to her cheeks, and he eased her away from his mouth.

"I only want this if you want it. If you say no, I will respect that."

Sciezka blinked. "No, of course… of course I want this!" She watched as a smug look crossed his face.

"You're sure this is alright? You won't regret me in the morning?" He'd slid her glasses off and tossed them onto his nightstand and then pulled her down to his chest so he could caress her back and draw little nonsense patterns with his fingers.

"I could never regret this, Jean." She lifted her head and let her emerald depths meet his azure pools. "I will never regret you." She kissed him again, disengaging when the rumble of his deep chuckling vibrated through her.

"Then sweetheart, I'm afraid we gotta get nakeder than this!" He reached for the button and zipper on her jeans, unfastened them and slid his hands just inside her satin panties, touching the soft skin of the hips he so loved to grip…

They continued to touch and taste, undress and caress, and when they were finally bare, it didn't take them long to become quite entangled in his sheets. They were slow and gentle at times, fevered and needful at other moments, never going for long without the contact of skin on skin. He'd start out on top, only to be on the bottom moments later, and then rolled again, and then again once more. They responded to each other fluidly and were in sync like no other either of them had ever been with. When Sciezcka first crested, she called his name in a voice that he tattooed into his brain, just in case she never agreed to share his bed again. The positions switched again, and it wasn't long before his shy little lover climaxed a second time. A third time surprised them both, and when Havoc finally filled her so full with his essence, he confessed that he loved her, wanted to keep her for as long she'd let him. In the afterglow, he lit a cigarette and declared with a loud yell that she was the best lover he'd ever had. She blushed adorably and returned the sentiment.

As he kissed her chastely, he asked as he exhaled a puff of smoke, "Does this mean my sweetheart will finally be my girlfriend?"

She giggled. "Only if my Jean will be my boyfriend." She kissed him sweetly. "Although I'm either gonna have to take up smoking or you're gonna have to quit. The smoke taste is so noticeable and unattractive."

Jean reached over and shook one out of his pack and lit it by touching the one he was smoking to its tip, then handed it to her. He watched as she took a drag and inhaled, only coughing a little. "What do you think?" he asked as he squeezed a fleshy hunk of her bottom, finding the sight of her smoking extremely sexy.

She inclined her head and seemed to taste her mouth. "Tastes like you. Tastes alright." The young woman looked at him, "Don't they have mint flavored ones?"

Havoc put his hand over his eyes and groaned. "Crap, a menthol smoker…" She ignored him as he cuddled her close, both lying in his bed smoking. When they were done, he took both butts and stubbed them out in the ashtray. "Kiss me, see if it's any better."

Sciezka rolled on top of him, her elbows planted in his pillow on either side of his head, and she attacked his mouth with teeth and tongue, nibbling gently and tasting him with new found lust. Long strands of their shared saliva bound them together as she pulled away from him. "I think I like it this way better…"

"I think so long as our mouths taste the same it'll be fine," he whispered as he pulled her down for more. Long minutes later, Jean rolled the girl to her back and pulled her leg up around him. He bumped against her femininity ready to continue their new found activities.

"Mmm, already going back for seconds?" she hissed as he nipped at her collarbone.

"Uh-huh," he said, pulling her other leg around him. "We got all night, sweetheart. I intend to thoroughly wear you out." The two of them continued until just before dawn, finally collapsing and finding the soft embrace of sleep as the first rays of morning peeked through the curtains.

**Yes I know 'nakeder' isn't a word, I figured he might actually say something like that though…**

PART THREE

They drifted in and out of sleep all morning, neither caring that there were now people casually searching for them, wondering where they might have individually gone. After all, it was the weekend, and neither of them really had anywhere to go. When they woke sometime around noon, it didn't take much for the kisses between them to lead to picking up where they left off…

Jean laid on his back, one arm behind his head and the other on her hip, watching as Sciezka worked her magic over him. "Oh, honey," he grunted, "You have no idea how much I'm enjoying this lovely view I have right now…" He'd just gotten his first, good clear look at the tattoo she had low on her back. It wasn't one of those atrocious tramp stamps, instead it was a simple Xingese character within a red circle, not very big, and it looked classy instead of cheap like ones he'd seen of butterflies, stars and flowers all entwined in some scroll like line work. This was just a small, simple perfect little red ring with a Xingese word inside it. "What's this mean?" he asked as his thumb traced the red circular shape.

Sciezka slowed her movements, then panted, "It means 'outcast'."

Havoc's eyes narrowed. "Outcast?"

Sciezka giggled, "Well yeah! I mean, who wants to be friends with a bookworm who's life is so boring and dull? I wouldn't be friends with me…"

He sat up and grabbed her around her chest, then switched their positions in the bed. He pinned her wrists above her head as he sunk down inside her, moving roughly within her as he nipped at her neck and ears, giving her sweet, deep kisses every now and then. Finally he pulled back a bit and husked, "If you're gonna be an outcast, then so will I. You're not an outcast to me Sciezka Mayfield…"

Just as they were coming to their combined end, the front door flew open. As Havoc's little apartment had no walls other than for the bathroom, anyone at the front door could see directly into his bed, could see what he was doing and whether or not he was alone. As it was, he was currently emptying himself into Sciezka's writhing body, and Falman and Feury could only watch with wide eyes and dropped jaws.

Breda, however, pushed past the gaping pair of idiots and called out, "Havoc, you're supposed to tie a scarf on the doorknob when you're gonna be busy, man." Sciezka screamed as Havoc jerked the blankets up around them. Breda acted as if it was nothing to walk in on his friend mid-orgasm and set his soda pop down on the small kitchen table as he rummaged through the fridge for sandwich makings.

"GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE GUYS!" he shouted.

Falman and Feury scurried out the door onto the little deck outside, while Breda continued to make himself something to eat. "No way, we were supposed to all go fishing this afternoon. I brought extra rods, you can bring Sciezka if you want to."

Havoc palmed his face. Groaning, he managed to extract himself from his girlfriend and wrap the sheet around his waist, leaving Sciezka the quilt to cover herself in. "Dude, seriously? You made yourself a sandwich while I was hilt deep in my girlfriend? In the same damn room?"

"What?" the round Lieutenant said, his mouth full of salami and cheese. "It's not like I've never seen people goin' at it before. We're adults here, though I can't speak for those two on the porch…" He took another bite of his snack. "Just get dressed and come on, let's not waste the day!"

Jean crossed his arms and glared at Heymans. "What if I wanted to waste the day? What I wanted to just stay here and keep doing what I was doing before we were interrupted by three goons who don't know how to fuckin' knock?"

"Pssh, ain't no skin off my nose, do what you want!" Breda took a swig of his soda. "You could've at least called or something, or tied the damn scarf to the doorknob like you're supposed to!" Havoc gave a comical over-loud snarl of aggravation. "Sciezka? You wanna go fishing with us?" Breda asked, looking over Havoc's shoulder at the girl who had buried herself under the worn quilt on the bed.

Her auburn topped head peeked out of her wrapping. "I-I don't want to be any trouble…"

Breda clapped Jean on his shoulder. "See? She wants to go, now get cleaned up and dressed and let's go already!" He continued to stand there and eat, infuriating Jean even further.

"Will you be so kind as to give us some damn privacy for a moment, please…" Jean said as he shoved his fat friend towards the door. "Geeze, Breda, she's gotta get out of bed and I'm not going to make her do that in front of you."

"Alright already! Quit shovin', I'm goin'!" He pulled the door closed behind him and immediately Breda could be heard berating his two friends on the porch, a loud but muffled, "What are you, two little virgins? Did your little virgin eyes nearly fall out of your heads! God, get a hold of yourselves…"

Sciezka and Jean chuckled at that. He came to the bed and offered his hand to her. "I'm really sorry about that sweetheart. We go fishing every weekend that the weather's nice, and if any of us are… indisposed, we're supposed to tie this green scarf on the doorknob so what just happened doesn't happen. That was my fault."

Sciezka's eyes were drawn to the scarf in question, hanging on a peg by the door. "It's alright, it's not the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened to me. At least they didn't see any of me." She rose and left the blanket on the bed, going to the bathroom to quickly wipe off and get dressed. "Do you have a t-shirt I can borrow so I don't get my good blouse dirty?"