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Hearts Go Walking (Fullmetal Alchemist, Havoc/Rebecca)
Title Hearts Go Walking
Author-![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cornerofmadness
Fandom Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer Arakawa owns all
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Havoc/Rebecca
Timeline/Spoilers post 108 so vague spoilers for all
Word Count 1,038
Warning none really
Summary Her request takes Havoc by surprise
Author’s Note written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the prompt -Fullmetal Alchemist (Havoc/Rebecca)- married after manga chapter 108- I think it's time that we started a family. Thanks to bob_fishfor the beta & evil_little_dog for some suggestions.
Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone
XXX
Jean massaged his calf muscles, trying to get the knots out of them before Rebecca noticed. She had said he was pushing too hard today but he’d pooh-poohed her. She had probably been right. His wife usually was, but Jean was so close to walking without his cane, he could taste it. Now tomorrow he’d be lucky if he wasn’t limping around more than usual.
“Jean, is Barksalot in there?” Rebecca called from the den.
He glanced around his living room and spotted their lazy good for nothing sweet dog crashed out on top of the heat register, effectively hogging all the warmth for himself. The black and tan hound was one of his few contributions to the room. The floral couch he was collapsed on was definitely not one of his choices and the blue curtains with white lace trim, definitely not his. The ashtray on the scratched coffee table was definitely his. Barksalot snored, stretching, his body seeming to get longer as he slept. “Yeah, why?”
“Just making sure he’s in for the night. Why don’t you come on back here?”
Jean glanced at the clock. It wasn’t exactly late but it wasn’t like he knew how to tell Rebecca no. Any woman great enough to stick around through all the pain and frustration of his rehabilitation deserved to get whatever she wanted. Pushing up off the couch, he steadied himself – yeah probably going to be sore in the morning – then made his way down the hall slowly. He would probably never get enough strength and dexterity back to return to active duty but Mustang had already found another use for him. Havoc’s family general store was now hooked into the spy system hosted out of Roy’s foster mother’s bar, the Wild Cherry. Leave it to Mustang to introduce him to the sexiest group of ladies in the country the moment after he had already lost his heart to someone else, not that he’d trade his Becky for anyone.
Jean always thought it was a little ironic that his greatest failure in love ultimately led to his greatest success. Lust might have stolen a lot from him, but everything he had been through afterwards had showed him without any doubt who his friends really were - and that in turn had allowed him to get closer to Hawkeye’s best friend. He hadn’t planned on falling in love with Rebecca – but planning was overrated anyhow.
Peering into the den, Jean realized he’d mistook where Rebecca was so he continued down the hall to their bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed in a thin, petal-pale pink night gown that clung to her in all the right ways. Damn, now he was really going to regret over exercising earlier. The way she smiled at him left little doubt why she called him back here. Well, that and the sexy nightie.
“Why do I get the idea it’s my lucky night.” He grinned.
“I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Jean’s eye widened. Those weren’t talking clothes. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, I was just thinking that we’re missing a little something.”
He felt his heart hitch. Jean had worried about this on and off since before they were married, from the first time he even thought about having sex with her. He knew he wasn’t quite what he had been in bed any more. It was easier for him on his back with her on top and the really adventuresome positions were beyond him. True, it had meant that they’d had to be creative, and creative could be good – he’d certainly got pretty damn good with his mouth in the early days. And true, he could do more these days as he progressed in his rehab. Still, that little voice inside him never quite went away – what if she was tired of being with someone so limited? Was this going to be that conversation? Was the sexy nightie actually just there to cushion the blow?
“Oh?” he managed.
“Jean, relax. You look like I’m about to shoot you.” Rebecca patted the mattress. Her eyebrows beetled a little as if she was trying to figure out why he was so tensed up when she was there looking so gorgeous.
Not that conversation, then. Jean sighed. Why did he still go through these little mind-screws after all this time? He sat next to her, still waiting for the shoe to drop. “Sorry.”
“All I wanted to say was that I think it’s a little lonely around the house and I’m getting older. I think it's time that we started a family.” Rebecca smiled at him, putting her hand on his leg.
For a minute, his mouth refused to take any commands. Finally, he managed to spit out, “Really?”
“Really.” Rebecca rubbed his leg. “We’re more settled now that most of the kinks of the rebuilding have been worked out. You’re doing really well now. They’re talking about releasing you from therapy.”
He nodded. “True. I can drive again so I’m a lot more independent than this time last year.”
“Exactly my point. I think it’s time we thought about kids. What do you think?”
He looked into her dark eyes, so full of love and he could already picture it. His little girl riding on his shoulders – damn it he would be strong enough for that by then – and his son’s tiny fingers curled around his mommy’s as he stumbled along learning to walk. “I love it.”
Her shoulders lost some of the tension he didn’t even notice until it fled. “Wonderful. I was afraid you might not want kids.”
“This world could definitely use more Havoc in it.” He smirked.
Rebecca laughed, catching hold of the hem of his shirt. She peeled it off over his head then knocked him back on the bed.
“So, wasting no time?” Jean grinned, rutching up her nightgown. She wore no panties. Jean caressed the soft skin of her ass.
“You’re too good to waste.”
Rebecca kissed her way down his torso and belly, steering clear of the scars the bitch homunculus had left him with. He was still sensitive about them even though he knew his wife didn’t care. She undid his trousers and planted another kiss on the head of his cock when it sprang up to meet her.
Jean pulled himself up onto the mattress better, lifting his hips so she could get him out of his pants. Rebecca skinned out of her nightgown then stretched out with him. Their mouths worked against each other in a deep, slow give and take. His fingers massaged her ample breasts while she stroked his shaft. His lips traveled down over her breasts, sucking and licking. He could do that half the night if she let him.
“Mmmm, you’re good and ready,” she said, rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock.
“The idea of you wanting my baby is damn exciting,” he said, meaning every word of it.
“We’re going to have beautiful babies.”
Jean brushed her hair back. “Yes we are.”
Rebecca straddled him, slipping him up inside of her. He gasped. They had never done this without a condom before. This way was even more amazing than usual. He hadn’t quite appreciated the heat and feel of her through the thick rubber. Rebecca kept a slow, easy pace, touching as much of him as possible. She made sharp wonderful sounds as he thrust up into her. Hopefully one day soon, that would have to change and they’d need to learn to make love quietly but until then he’d enjoy every sound. Her warm passage tightened around him, her back bowing. The sensation took him over his own edge.
Afterward, Rebecca curled up with him. He wrapped his arms around her. Her breath fanned against his chest and Jean thought he could spend forever like this. Of all the adventures he’d been on, this quest for fatherhood was going to be the best one ever.
Author-
cornerofmadnessFandom Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer Arakawa owns all
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Havoc/Rebecca
Timeline/Spoilers post 108 so vague spoilers for all
Word Count 1,038
Warning none really
Summary Her request takes Havoc by surprise
Author’s Note written for
springkink for the prompt -Fullmetal Alchemist (Havoc/Rebecca)- married after manga chapter 108- I think it's time that we started a family. Thanks to bob_fishfor the beta & evil_little_dog for some suggestions.Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone
XXX
Jean massaged his calf muscles, trying to get the knots out of them before Rebecca noticed. She had said he was pushing too hard today but he’d pooh-poohed her. She had probably been right. His wife usually was, but Jean was so close to walking without his cane, he could taste it. Now tomorrow he’d be lucky if he wasn’t limping around more than usual.
“Jean, is Barksalot in there?” Rebecca called from the den.
He glanced around his living room and spotted their lazy good for nothing sweet dog crashed out on top of the heat register, effectively hogging all the warmth for himself. The black and tan hound was one of his few contributions to the room. The floral couch he was collapsed on was definitely not one of his choices and the blue curtains with white lace trim, definitely not his. The ashtray on the scratched coffee table was definitely his. Barksalot snored, stretching, his body seeming to get longer as he slept. “Yeah, why?”
“Just making sure he’s in for the night. Why don’t you come on back here?”
Jean glanced at the clock. It wasn’t exactly late but it wasn’t like he knew how to tell Rebecca no. Any woman great enough to stick around through all the pain and frustration of his rehabilitation deserved to get whatever she wanted. Pushing up off the couch, he steadied himself – yeah probably going to be sore in the morning – then made his way down the hall slowly. He would probably never get enough strength and dexterity back to return to active duty but Mustang had already found another use for him. Havoc’s family general store was now hooked into the spy system hosted out of Roy’s foster mother’s bar, the Wild Cherry. Leave it to Mustang to introduce him to the sexiest group of ladies in the country the moment after he had already lost his heart to someone else, not that he’d trade his Becky for anyone.
Jean always thought it was a little ironic that his greatest failure in love ultimately led to his greatest success. Lust might have stolen a lot from him, but everything he had been through afterwards had showed him without any doubt who his friends really were - and that in turn had allowed him to get closer to Hawkeye’s best friend. He hadn’t planned on falling in love with Rebecca – but planning was overrated anyhow.
Peering into the den, Jean realized he’d mistook where Rebecca was so he continued down the hall to their bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed in a thin, petal-pale pink night gown that clung to her in all the right ways. Damn, now he was really going to regret over exercising earlier. The way she smiled at him left little doubt why she called him back here. Well, that and the sexy nightie.
“Why do I get the idea it’s my lucky night.” He grinned.
“I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Jean’s eye widened. Those weren’t talking clothes. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, I was just thinking that we’re missing a little something.”
He felt his heart hitch. Jean had worried about this on and off since before they were married, from the first time he even thought about having sex with her. He knew he wasn’t quite what he had been in bed any more. It was easier for him on his back with her on top and the really adventuresome positions were beyond him. True, it had meant that they’d had to be creative, and creative could be good – he’d certainly got pretty damn good with his mouth in the early days. And true, he could do more these days as he progressed in his rehab. Still, that little voice inside him never quite went away – what if she was tired of being with someone so limited? Was this going to be that conversation? Was the sexy nightie actually just there to cushion the blow?
“Oh?” he managed.
“Jean, relax. You look like I’m about to shoot you.” Rebecca patted the mattress. Her eyebrows beetled a little as if she was trying to figure out why he was so tensed up when she was there looking so gorgeous.
Not that conversation, then. Jean sighed. Why did he still go through these little mind-screws after all this time? He sat next to her, still waiting for the shoe to drop. “Sorry.”
“All I wanted to say was that I think it’s a little lonely around the house and I’m getting older. I think it's time that we started a family.” Rebecca smiled at him, putting her hand on his leg.
For a minute, his mouth refused to take any commands. Finally, he managed to spit out, “Really?”
“Really.” Rebecca rubbed his leg. “We’re more settled now that most of the kinks of the rebuilding have been worked out. You’re doing really well now. They’re talking about releasing you from therapy.”
He nodded. “True. I can drive again so I’m a lot more independent than this time last year.”
“Exactly my point. I think it’s time we thought about kids. What do you think?”
He looked into her dark eyes, so full of love and he could already picture it. His little girl riding on his shoulders – damn it he would be strong enough for that by then – and his son’s tiny fingers curled around his mommy’s as he stumbled along learning to walk. “I love it.”
Her shoulders lost some of the tension he didn’t even notice until it fled. “Wonderful. I was afraid you might not want kids.”
“This world could definitely use more Havoc in it.” He smirked.
Rebecca laughed, catching hold of the hem of his shirt. She peeled it off over his head then knocked him back on the bed.
“So, wasting no time?” Jean grinned, rutching up her nightgown. She wore no panties. Jean caressed the soft skin of her ass.
“You’re too good to waste.”
Rebecca kissed her way down his torso and belly, steering clear of the scars the bitch homunculus had left him with. He was still sensitive about them even though he knew his wife didn’t care. She undid his trousers and planted another kiss on the head of his cock when it sprang up to meet her.
Jean pulled himself up onto the mattress better, lifting his hips so she could get him out of his pants. Rebecca skinned out of her nightgown then stretched out with him. Their mouths worked against each other in a deep, slow give and take. His fingers massaged her ample breasts while she stroked his shaft. His lips traveled down over her breasts, sucking and licking. He could do that half the night if she let him.
“Mmmm, you’re good and ready,” she said, rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock.
“The idea of you wanting my baby is damn exciting,” he said, meaning every word of it.
“We’re going to have beautiful babies.”
Jean brushed her hair back. “Yes we are.”
Rebecca straddled him, slipping him up inside of her. He gasped. They had never done this without a condom before. This way was even more amazing than usual. He hadn’t quite appreciated the heat and feel of her through the thick rubber. Rebecca kept a slow, easy pace, touching as much of him as possible. She made sharp wonderful sounds as he thrust up into her. Hopefully one day soon, that would have to change and they’d need to learn to make love quietly but until then he’d enjoy every sound. Her warm passage tightened around him, her back bowing. The sensation took him over his own edge.
Afterward, Rebecca curled up with him. He wrapped his arms around her. Her breath fanned against his chest and Jean thought he could spend forever like this. Of all the adventures he’d been on, this quest for fatherhood was going to be the best one ever.
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That was wonderful, thank you! Poor Havoc, Rebecca was making him wait in pins and needles, he was afraid that she was gonna dump him. Poor insecure Havoc.
It was really really awesome. Thank you so much for doing this.
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thank you (and I would not have pegged you as the OP I must confess)
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