Fullmetal's Sister (Roy Mustang X OC)

Maybe Im Dreaming

I dream until the whispers start, disrupting my rest, though it feels like I've only been asleep for maybe forty-seven minutes. For an internal clock, it seems to work better when I'm asleep when I have no way to check the time. No sun and sundial, no shade or compass, nothing but me.

Confusion floods me for a moment, until an earthy scent with just a touch of mint floods over me rather quickly, relaxing my tense bones without an explanation. Not awake enough to be able to tell the voices apart, I take this sleepy moment of mine to figure out what position I am in. I could feel the weight of a blanket on my back and face pressed against the cotton of a t-shirt.

I couldn't help but feel like I've been in this situation before.

Leaning up slightly, the immense amount of grogginess trying to hold me down, I turn to the left and meet the now wide eyes of none other than Jean Havok. Blinking, I feel like I'm imagining things, still locked in the dream world - though it would be a nightmare now. Unable to lie to myself, my other dreams of snuggling Roy - or dreams having to do with Roy at all - never included Havok. In fact, they didn't include anyone at all, besides the two of us that is.

"Havok, go away, you're not part of this dream." I mumble, sleep slurring my words ever so slightly, as I lay back down, pressing my face to the abs beneath the incredibly soft cotton. A chuckle vibrates the body under me, giving me the idea that at some point I rolled onto the man holding me. His arms are warm, wrapped around my midriff, thumbs brushing against a few different places.

Never had I been so relaxed.

"Havok are yo- what's going on here?"

That voice, Riza's, has my body stiffening slightly, waking the blood running to my nerves. Of course, Riza knows about my crush, though Riza also knows I'm a big chicken when it comes to these kinds of things. Feeling exhausted still, I use my trick of pretend, remaining 'asleep' for the time being.

"We were talking and she fell asleep. Tried to get up, but she rolled onto me." I can't help but notice the small lie slip through the cracks, giving me more questions than answers. With a plan to confront him when they left, I focus on his breathing. Calming my nerves as Riza says her next words.

Her voice has softened, her tone more gentle, "okay, well, no funny business Roy. And be careful of her injuries. I'm setting an alarm for you, she'll need help putting on a healing salve when it goes off."

She didn't. Riza couldn't be this cruel, not when it comes to me. Her footsteps grow quieter, a heavier set following behind, and it takes a lot of energy for me to not let my jaw drop in disbelief and frustration.

She left Roy to be the one to help me run a salve into all the areas of my torso and hips, scalp and legs that would need it. As if I would be comfortable with it. Nerves seeming to explode, not even his breathing could help me keep mine from changing pace. "Emma, I know you're awake."

Chuckling very slightly, I wiggle carefully, cautious about my scar. Getting more comfortable, I speak quietly. "No, I'm not." Nonetheless, I attempt to move away from him - harder than you would think due to the long boot covering my leg - blush covering my cheeks, but find I'm unable to do so. Lifting my head while still attempting to hide my blush, I raise a brow, trying to look into what he's feeling.

While his arms hold me in place, his face is clear, peaceful. No hostility, a level of softness shown on his brow line. A calmness floods from him to me, his thoughts warming my entire being. Suddenly aware of each limb of my body - flesh and metal - I shrink slightly as I try to push myself off of him again.

A sigh sounds from him, meaning he caught sight of my eyes, his thoughts still holding a fondness to them. "What's wrong?" He arms loosen, allowing me to move off of him, but not letting me get far. Silence exists in the space between us, I refusing to look at him, as confusion begins to fill him from head to toe.

I couldn't tell Roy that I'm embarrassed of my automail, memories of when he stayed at the old apartment for the first time, shuffling around each other in the hallway. I couldnt tell him how uneasy it made me feel, and even worse, I couldn't tell him how much his opinion matters to me.

Fingers pull my at my jaw, swiveling my head to look at him. They don't move, holding me in place. Heart rate quickening, he speaks, "Emma, tell me what's wrong."

Fingers fidgeting, I couldn't see a way to get out of this, my words becoming a rant quickly. "I know it's silly of me, and kind of pathetic, but no one likes automail - except for people who make it. And I don't want to make you uncomfortable, or hurt you in any way. It would make sense if you didn't like my automail, if you didn't like ME because of my automail, and-"

I'd usually find it rude when I get interrupted, my words stopped. Though the explosion of emotions erupting throughout my body pull all embarrassment and worries on pause. Fingers still gripping my chin, his other hand cupped against my neck, surprise seeming to lace us both at the same time. Lips pressed against each other, my eyes close instinctively, despite having never been kissed before.

Pulling away, Roy presses our foreheads together, his eyes still closed when my own open. Worried I made a mistake, I remain still, his emotions flooding me with one's I'd never picked up on before. I couldn't help but ask my questions. "What's wrong?" Voice but barely a whisper, his eyes finally open at the sound, pupils dilated and irises darkened.

"I need... a level of control around you." Raising my brows, I silently ask for him to explain, as he leans slightly away from me. "I'm older, Emma, with more experience. I don't want to push you. And your automail? Doesn't bother me." While I don't think much of him pushing me, I can't help biting my lip as I debate something.

Allowing myself to act on instinct, I reach with my hand still made of flesh, gripping the front collar of his shirt, hearing his questions as they appear in his head. Pulling Roy towards me, it's as if he's reading my thoughts when he connects our lips again, my hand sliding up and around his neck, fingers fiddling in the longer strands of his hair.

For a moment, I forgot everything except for him, feeling ascended in air. But only for a moment.

Until the alarm goes off.