A/N: And here we have the stunning conclusion to Post-It! I hope you enjoy. I own nothing!
The door to Rebecca's apartment slammed open, with Jean and Rebecca stumbling in, hands all over each other. "Shhh! I have neighbors!" She said, shutting the door behind them.
Jean rolled his eyes. "Well, your neighbors are gonna have to deal. Because I -" He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, pushing her against the now closed door. "Am getting screams out of you." He peppered her neck with kisses, enjoying her squeals of delight. Jean loved getting these noises out of her. He slid his tongue across her collarbone and Rebecca's hands raked at his back. He moved his lips to her mouth and pushed off the door, turning and walking further into her apartment, her body still wrapped tight around his torso.
Rebecca pulled her head up for air. "Don't you dare trip." Jean rolled his eyes.
"I'm not gonna trip! No trust..." He muttered. She ducked her head down to his neck, giving him back the same kisses he had given her at the door, biting his clavicle just enough to illicit a soft moan. He had worn one of her favorite shirts to see him in, a dark blue button down, and Rebecca couldn't wait to get him out of it. She nosed the collar of the shirt open a bit more and continued kissing and sucking at the skin of his shoulder.
Jean walked the two of them into her bedroom and set her down at the edge of the bed. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her roughly, enjoying the rake of her teeth on his tongue. His hands found the bottom of her shirt and he pulled, the two breaking apart from the kiss long enough for him to tug it over her head, and then their mouths found each other again. Rebecca placed her palms on his chest and pushed him away from her just a step so that she could work on his shirt. She began unbuttoning his shirt, pressing a new kiss to his chest as each button came undone.
Once she had finished, he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. Rebecca liked his arms and chest, and he knew she would want to see them. She smiled and sat back on the bed, enjoying the view. "Mmm, very good."
Jean raised a cocky eyebrow. "Oh, you like what you see?" Rebecca laughed.
"I won't complain."
"That'd be a first." She rolled her eyes.
"Get the hell over here." She leaned forward and wrapped her index fingers through the belt loops of his jeans, pulling his hips towards her. He let the rest of his body follow, falling forward and catching himself with one hand, while the other hand reached up to run through her thick dark hair. He kissed her deeply, passionately, enjoying the taste of her lips. He bit her bottom lip as he drew away, then placed a kiss on her chin.
Rebecca pushed his chest. "Lay down." He grinned.
"Yes, ma'am." She moved out from under him and he re-positioned himself on the bed, propped up by her pillows. Rebecca kicked off her shoes and then yanked his off as well. Then she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, Jean watching her the whole time, shifting his body to aid her. She then moved back onto the bed and straddled him, her skirt cascading over her thighs. Both of them still had their underwear on, but Becky always enjoyed teasing him for as long as she could. She scooted back just enough to where she was sitting more on his thighs, and gently took hold of him through his boxers. The movement caused Jean to sit up and throw his head back, letting out a moan. That was when he saw the ceiling. His eyes widened.
"What the fuck?!" Rebecca stopped her hand and tilted her head to the side.
"Umm, that's a new reaction." He shook his head and kept his eyes on the ceiling, his mouth agape. Rebecca looked up.
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND was written in blocky lettering on post-it notes on her ceiling. Rebecca screamed.
"What the fuck?!" Her scream snapped Jean out of his momentary trauma and he realized instantly how completely frightening this must be for her. He sat forward and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, shushing her.
"Hey hey, it's okay! It's okay, this is for me!" Rebecca whipped her head down to look at him.
"What the hell do you mean?! Someone broke into MY apartment and put this message on MY ceiling and it's supposed to be for you?!" Jean bit his lip.
"Uhhh...yeah. It's from Hawkeye and Mustang." Rebecca stared at him and blinked several times in rapid succession.
"Explain. Now." Jean grinned sheepishly and ran a hand through his sandy hair.
"I miiiiight have played a joke on them that involved me leaving a message in post-it notes on the ceiling of his office." She stared. "Above his desk." She pursed her lips. "That said 'How's the view Hawkeye'." Rebecca closed her eyes slowly and evened her breathing. He knew that face. She was quietly counting to ten so that she didn't completely blow up at him. When she spoke next, her words came out slowly, carefully and, dripping with venom.
"Has anyone. Ever told you. That you. Are a complete idiot?" Jean scrunched up his face. 'Shit, she's pissed.' Yelling Rebecca was one thing. Eerily calm Rebecca was an entirely different beast.
"Yes, actually, that has been said on several occasions." Rebecca exhaled forcefully.
"Good." She rolled off the bed and grabbed her shirt. Jean groaned.
"Becky, baby, come on..."
"Don't you dare 'Becky baby' me right now! That note scared the crap out of me and it is your fault!" Jean raised his hands.
"I didn't know they were going to retaliate like that! Oh man," he said, as realization suddenly dawned on him. "They must have actually been having sex in the office to respond like this."
"Well, I sure hope they finished because you certainly won't." At her words his head snapped up.
"What?!" His shirt and pants collided with his chest.
"Out!" Jean's jaw dropped.
"You're kicking me out?" Rebecca rolled her eyes.
"I'm mad at you! Get out!" Jean scrambled off the bed.
"Come on, babe, don't be like that." She rounded on him. 'Oh shit,' was all he had time to think before the storm came.
"You pissed my best friend off so badly that she came into my apartment and left a note for you on. My. Ceiling! A note which managed to scare the crap out of me and ruin sex! You are going to go and apologize to Riza and you are not going to call me until you have done so!" Jean groaned, rolling his head in agitation. He grabbed his shoes and followed her out into her living room as she marched towards the door.
"Are you serious, they're going to kill me if I show my face!" Rebecca turned.
"Well then, Jean Havoc, it was nice knowing you." She opened the door and pushed him into the hall, slamming the door in his face. Jean closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against her door.
"Beckyyy, come ooooooon."
"Go apologize!" came her reply through the wood.
"It's the middle of the night!"
"I don't care!" He groaned again. Then Jean realized he was standing in the hallway, still in his underwear and clutching his clothes. While an old woman across the hall stared at him. Jean forced out a grin.
"And you would be one of the neighbors Becky mentioned. Hello, ma'am." He waved, moving his clothes to cover his crotch. The woman didn't say anything at first but looked him up and down. Then she nodded her head.
"Good to see Rebecca's still got taste." and then the woman's door closed. Jean opened his mouth and closed it. He immediately pulled his pants and shoes on, and made his way down the hall, buttoning his shirt as he walked.
"Okay, Havoc. Time to man up." he muttered to himself.
A loud knocking on her door woke Riza out of her dreams. She untangled herself from Roy's arms and put on a robe. 'Who in the world would be at the door at this hour?' It had to be 4 am. Roy's sleepy voice broke through the air.
"Wazzat? What's..." She shushed him.
"Someone's knocking on the door, I'm checking now. Stay here." She grabbed her pistol before she left the room. Riza crept quietly to her door and peered through the peephole. Once she registered who the disheveled sandy hair belonged to, she needed to put her hand on her mouth in order to keep from laughing. She removed the chain from the door and opened it, then leaned against the frame.
"Second Lieutenant. What could possibly have brought you to my door at this hour?" She said, sarcasm rolling off of every word and a cheeky grin on her face. Jean groaned, sheepishness written all over him.
"Your friend doesn't forgive easily."
"She taught me well. Come in." She turned and walked inside, leaving the door open. Jean followed her, closing the door behind him. Black Hayate came padding up and looked at him. Jean gave his head a quick pat, then stood at attention when Roy walked in the room.
"Sir."
"At ease. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Roy was clearly amused. Riza leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in expectation. Jean sighed.
"I'm sorry I pranked you by putting post-it notes on the ceiling of your office implying that Hawkeye might be in a compromising position." Roy smiled.
"Exactly how pissed is Rebecca?"
"She threw me out into the hallway while I was still only wearing underwear. I'm pretty sure I got eye fucked by her neighbor." Riza bit the inside of her mouth in order to keep from laughing, but Roy lost it completely.
"Excellent. Apology accepted, then."
Jean knitted his forehead.
"Seriously? I expected to be lit on fire."
Roy shook his head.
"Rebecca's wrath is far more terrifying than any flames I could ever produce."
Jean closed his eyes.
"Tell me about it." He looked at Riza.
"I'm sorry, Hawkeye. I really am."
She gave him a tiny smile.
"I know. You realize that the note we left was only a catalyst and that Rebecca's anger was the real punishment?"
"I figured. How did you know she'd react so badly?" Riza laughed.
"She's been my best friend for a long time, Havoc. She goes from 0-100 very quickly. Also, we used to be roommates, and I have seen what she is like when sex is interrupted."
"Will you please call her and tell her I apologized?" Riza shook her head.
"Go home, Havoc. I'll call her in the morning." Jean sighed.
"Please? I know she's still awake." Roy shook his head this time.
"No, Havoc. Want to know why? Because the Lieutenant lied. Your punishment was not Rebecca's anger." Jean frowned.
"Then what..."
A smile spread across Roy's face.
"Your punishment is the knowledge that we got laid tonight despite your interruptions, and that you didn't because of ours."
Jean's face dropped completely.
"That's low, Boss. That's low."
A/N: Aaaaaaand there you have it. Revenge is best served...cockblocked. You guys have no idea how hard it was to not have Rebecca say "bros before hoes" before she shoved Jean into the hallway. And rest assured, Riza will also be getting an earful when she calls her in the morning. What I'm saying is I love Rebecca Catalina so freaking much. Anyway! Thank you to everyone who reviewed and favorited and followed, you are all beautiful and I love you!