Chapter 3: I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor.

"The colonel approached me and said Sergeant, I think you've done enough for this week, so you're free this afternoon. And soon afterwards Breda came and he was like we're meeting after work, want to come? So here I am".

"As punctual as ever" Riza said as she smiled to Fuery and they took a seat somewhere near the bar. "Now we'll have to wait for the rest of them".

"I wonder who will be the last to come this time".

"I bet it'll be Rebecca".

"Oh, she's coming?" Riza nodded. Fuery looked a little surprised, but nothing too bad. "Well, I bet it'll be Havoc. Unless it's true the colonel is coming, then it will be the colonel".

"Well, that's true, he likes making big entrances" they laughed. Riza ordered a beer and Fuery ordered some juice. She was going to comment something about it when someone arrived.

Rebecca looked simply spectacular but Riza didn't really know why. She was wearing normal clothes and hadn't done anything special on her hair or face. Yet she looked amazing. Then Riza thought her friend looked amazing because she was amazing.

"Hi!" Rebecca said, with a big smile. She gave Riza a kiss on the cheek.

"This is Kain Fuery" Riza said. "And this is Rebecca Catalina".

"Pleased to meet you" they said at the same time, which made them laugh out loud, like kids, in Riza's opinion. Rebecca sat on a chair and ordered a beer for herself. She noted Fuery had ordered juice.

"That's a curious choice for a Friday night, my friend". He laughed.

"It's too early for me to drink alcohol".

Rebecca looked at Riza. What is this, where is Mustang, so he doesn't have a girlfriend what is all of this about, Riza, answer to me her eyes said. Riza just smiled.

"The rest are on their way. I thought you were going to bring your girlfriend". Riza said. Rebecca raised an eyebrow as she drank from her beer. Fuery blushed and scratched the back of his head.

"I don't know where you got that from, I don't have a girlfriend". Rebecca almost choked. Fuery looked at her, worried. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, just an unfortunate drink". Rebecca's burning eyes fired towards Riza, who just made her best oops, sorry not so sorry face.

"Then I must have heard it somewhere and thought it was about you, sorry, Kain".

"No problem". Rebecca wanted to kill Riza, just for a second. But whatever, she'd have fun that night and see what happened because she knew her friend was planning something and she also knew that Mustang was involved in it. But she still didn't know what it was all about.

The next one was Breda.

"I hope I don't interrupt anything" he said. "Hi guys. Hello, Becca, how are you doing?"

"Very nice, thank you". She smiled as they fist bumped.

"Havoc's parking somewhere, he'll be here soon".

"I won the bet!" Fuery said as Riza sighted and pulled a bill from her wallet and gave it to him.

"What bet?"

"Who would be the last one to arrive. I said Havoc".

"And I said you, so I lost. Well done". Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"Hey, sorry for being late" Havoc entered and he was very fast. "Oh, we've got special guests?" he said when he discovered Rebecca.

"We do" Riza said. "This is Rebecca Catalina. Becca, this is Jean Havoc". Rebecca stood to hold his hand and say hello. "Had you two already met?"

"Kind of" Havoc said, with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Only one time". Rebecca said, in sharp tone. Jean laughed. That one time he was joking around and Rebecca wasn't in the mood for jokes. They had met at headquarters but outside work. Jean was exhausted, Rebecca was both exhausted and heartbroken. They only exchanged a few words, but it was enough. Time later Rebecca thought it was just because she was feeling bitter at the time and that she should have been nicer. Jean also remembered that encounter and he thought that maybe he could have been less of an asshole and that he should have tried to actually help her but he was just so tired of everything that day. So he knew Rebecca probably wasn't like that, just as she knew Havoc wasn't like that all the time. But it wasn't the best first impression ever.

Breda and Havoc went and returned with some drinks and sat. Breda was quick enough to leave the only free seat to Havoc next to Rebecca.

"It's nice to have new people around" Jean commented, looking at Rebecca.

"Well, thank you". He laughed.

"No problem. Do you mind if I smoke?" she moved her head.

"No, go on" she said with a smile. It was nice of him to ask, she thought. He started to look in his pockets.

"Dammit. I lost the lighter".

"Again?" Breda asked, as he rolled his eyes.

"Hey, it only happened once!" Jean protested.

"Don't worry, I have a one" Rebecca pulled one out of her bag, much to everyone's surprise. "I used to smoke a lot and now I always carry a lighter". Everybody looked at Riza, who laughed.

"It's true. Like five years ago she smoked even more than him. Fortunately, she stopped after some months of compulsive smoking". Rebecca laughed too, remembering that time.

"I was very stressed at the time. Now I'm a relaxed person".

"Not true, don't let that pretty face fool you guys". They laughed.

"And how did you two met?" Jean asked, as he lighted his cigarette.

"In the academy" Rebecca said.

"We met in the academy too, and here we are" Jean said, referring to him and Breda. Rebecca and Jean soon discovered they had a lot in common, and if they didn't discover it by themselves, Breda and Riza helped them. They had a passion for guns and armament, though they didn't like hurting people. They had entered in the military for similar motives: they both wanted to protect people. Soon they developed an inside conversation. Breda and Riza celebrated their victory in silence and Breda promised a very confused Fuery he'd tell him later.

Then they heard a big scandal and that's how they knew the colonel had arrived.

"ROY, YOU BASTARD" a girl was saying. "I haven't heard of you in months. I was so worried. You just disappeared and didn't even say thank you!"

"Melissa-" he started saying to the petite redhead waitress that was shouting at him.

"I don't care about what you have to say, Roy Mustang. Anna even thought you had died because you never answered the phone!".

"He did it again!" Havoc said, laughing.

"This guy... How does he even have the time" commented Breda, rolling his eyes. Fuery was almost crying because he was laughing so much. Rebecca was shocked, though. She looked at Riza like saying your boyfriend-boss-whatever does this often? But Riza seemed to be enjoying it. She was just trying not to laugh, putting on her best pissed off Mustang's baby sitter face.

When the colonel finally approached them, he looked tired and with a terrible headache. He sat between Rebecca an Fuery, nearest the bar. Nobody commented anything.

"So" he started saying, as if nothing had happened. "How's everything going? Rebecca! It's nice to see you here. You're as beautiful as always".

"Thank you, sir, that's flattering". She laughed. Jean and Breda started talking with Mustang, as Riza whispered to Fuery:

"See? I told you he had to make a big entrance". Fuery nodded.

Jean was suddenly aware that if he wanted anything at all with Rebecca -and he wasn't sure of that yet- his chances were few with Mustang around. But she didn't seem interested in him, and Mustang was just nice and correct, but not flirty at all.

He did pay for a round. And then for another. And then for a third one. For the third one, Fuery finally had a beer.

"You are growing up!" Jean said. Rebecca laughed. "What do you want, Rebecca?"

"Do you know this pink cocktail? I don't know the name but it's delicious, can you order one for me, please?"

"Sure" Jean winked and ordered the drinks with Mustang. They gave everyone their drinks. "It's called pinkie, by the way".

"Such an original name" Rebecca said. Roy rolled his eyes. It was expensive enough to at least have a better name.

"Can I try it?" Jean asked. It was an innocent question, in a friendly tone, but everyone in the table stared at him and Rebecca. It's working! It's working! Breda was very happy, he was smiling apparently for no reason. Riza was very excited, she was so excited she just wanted to go and leave them alone and then meet Rebecca so she told her what had happened. Roy was apparently calmed but he was celebrating their victory. Fuery didn't really know what was going on but he was happy to see everyone in such a good mood. Rebecca and Jean didn't seem to notice all of this, they were just concentrated in each other at that very moment.

"Sure. It's soft but tasty" she offered the cup to him and he drank a little.

"Mmm... It's very nice. Thanks".

"You're welcome".

The conversation went on naturally. Everyone did their best to make Rebecca and Jean had their own conversation while they made jokes and talked about other stuff. It worked, to a certain point.

"Colonel Mustang" said the redhead girl -Melissa- from the bar. She was angry, but she gave him the phone. "They're calling for you".

Mustang looked surprised, but he picked up the phone and excused himself to answer. Once he was absent, Rebecca asked:

"Is it normal with him? All this stuff?" they all nodded.

"Everyday" said Breda.

"All the time" agreed Fuery.

"You don't get bored working with him, then".

"No" Riza laughed, as Roy came back, looking suddenly serious.

"I have to go back to headquarters. There has been a problem-" he rolled his eyes. Such a good actor, Riza thought. "Lieutenant, I'm sorry to spoil your night but I'll need your help. Let's hurry".

"Yes, sir" Riza suddenly looked serious and cold as ice. She picked up all of her things.

"I'm sorry for this, guys. I hope you have a good night" he said.

"Goodbye" said Riza, as she put her hand on Rebecca's shoulder. Then Rebecca felt suspicious. What were those two going to do? Though the whole thing didn't look fake...

Meanshile, outside, Riza untied her hair and got into Roy's car.

"Do you think it'll work?"

"I think it will. Now we're leaving the whole thing to Breda. I'm sure he'll know how to manage it".

"I mean about them two" Riza said.

"They were having a very fluent conversation and they were already having trouble to include the rest of us in it. Five more minutes and they'll only have eyes for each other. I'm sure of that. He likes her".

"I'm not so sure. Rebecca and Havoc... Sure it's a good combination, but one that can explode at any moment. Maybe this wasn't a good idea".

"They're adults after all. They know what they're doing. Now, where do you want to go?"

"I want to go home, colonel". Roy looked sad for a moment. Riza held his hand. "But if you take me to my house it'll be enough. And I have a present for you".

"What is it, Lieutenant?" Roy grinned.

"You'll have to discover it".

Breda said he had a terrible headache. Fuery said he had to work next day.

"Yes, Mustang changed my turn and that's why I could come today" it sounded more like a question, and he said it while looking at Breda, who nodded. What a coincidence, they lived near to each other! So Breda would drive Fuery home. But he insisted a lot that Jean and Rebecca had fun.

"Please, do it for me" he insisted. "I'd be going, but my head is about to explode. Besides, I'm sure Becca is willing to go on party, you can't just leave her alone right?"

"Well-" Rebecca started saying. Breda interrupted.

"Why don't you go to that pub with live music we went to the other day? I'm sure you'd like it". Rebecca didn't know what to say. She loved parties. She never said no to a plan. But it was a bit weird that everybody was leaving and she barely knew Jean and... Wait. Then she realized. She stared at Breda. Then she stared at the door and at Riza's empty chair and again at Breda. I know everything her eyes told him. This was a trap. A well prepared trap to make her a date with Jean but a date that didn't look like a date. Riza had prepared all of this for her. Breda grinned. Rebecca opened her eyes a lot. She didn't know what to say.

"I think it's a good plan" Jean said. He touched her back, softly -the first time he touched her. "What do you say?"

"Why not?" Rebecca smiled. She was going to have a very, very long chat with Riza Hawkeye. "I hope you get better!" she told Breda. "Good luck tomorrow" Fuery thanked her and Jean and Rebecca left.

He guided her to a little pub downtown. It was fifteen minutes away from the place they were before. As they were walking, Jean told her about the pub and how they had found it one day they were a little drunk and had found Roy in a bar. Apparently, they didn't want Mustang to see them like that, so they went to another place instead. While they were walking and chatting, Rebecca felt the sudden need to hold his hand -something she didn't do, she didn't want him to think she was a freak. What she didn't know is that he was desperately trying to get close to her but he thought maybe she would be uncomfortable if he made physical contact. They didn't know each other very well after all. But Jean could only look at those eyes and think wow. She was amazing. He didn't even have the words to express how much he liked his new friend -or whatever Rebecca was. Rebecca, on the other hand only wanted to sit on a quiet place and she wanted him to talk and listen to him all night. She loved Jean's voice and she had discovered he was a very nice guy. For the moment, he was simply perfect for her.

Jean opened the door for her and the moment Rebecca came in, she heard the music, a beautiful sensual music played loud.

"What do you want to drink?" Jean asked. The pub was full of people, so they had to get really close. Finally, Rebecca thought. She touched his arm and got closer so she could speak near his ear -the music was very loud, that was the only way he could hear her.

"The same as you, I trust in your criteria". Jean laughed and he said, with his lips almost touching her face.

"I'll be back in a minute". He went back with two white little drinks and gave one to her. "Voila". They toasted. The drink was nice and Rebecca thanked him. She insisted in paying for her drink, and Jean said it wasn't necessary but he finally accepted just because Rebecca insisted so much. They talked for a while and finally, Jean left his empty cup on the bar. "Want to dance?"

"I don't know how to dance this music". Rebecca said. It was a stupid excuse, but she didn't want to look ridiculous in front of him. They were so close their foreheads were almost rubbing. That's how Rebecca realized he was just a little taller than her. She loved that fact about him. He put his fingers on her hand and grinned.

"Why not? I bet you look good on the dance floor". She laughed as she held his hand. "Actually you just look amazing everywhere". She looked down.

"Thank you. You look pretty nice too, to be honest-" she stopped herself before being too obvious or saying something cheesy like you look like you fell from Heaven and pushed him towards the dance floor. "Okay, let's dance".

They danced for a long time. At the beginning it was fast and almost like a game. But then the music started to become slower and people started to dance in pairs, really close, in sensual dances, leaving no space, moving as if the whole world was about to end. And Rebecca and Jean followed the crowd. At the end they were dancing so close, they were breathing the very same air. Rebecca followed the lines of his muscles with hr fingers, but she could only look at his eyes and she couldn't hear anything that wasn't hear heartbeat. Meanwhile, Jean had become familiar with almost every curve in her body. He had discovered that her hair, that beautiful wild hair, smelled like the most curious mix: gunpowder and wildflowers. Finally, the music became really fast, frenetic again and they started to dance like at the beginning. There was a moment when Rebecca just couldn't stand it and said:

"I need to go outside, it's too hot in here". Jean nodded and they went outside.

"They are about to close anyway".

"Is it that late?" Rebecca was surprised. Jean laughed.

"We've been dancing for almost three hours, Rebecca".

"You can call me Becca".

"Alright then, Becca". She smiled. She was sweating but she didn't mind. Now that they were outside, the breeze was fresh and she could breath again. Jean was sweating too.

"Dancing for hours, huh?" Rebecca raised an eyebrow. Jean did the same. Then she got close to him and he made her spin, as if they were dancing again. She laughed and threw her arms around his neck. What are you waiting for? She was thinking. I don't know, just do it, Becca, he seemed to answer. No you do it.

"Whatever" they said at the same time and then they finally kissed. It was a wet kiss, a passionate one, like they had been waiting for that their whole lives, which was really silly -Rebecca thought- considering they had truly met that evening. But there they were, like they had always had known each other, kissing.

They walked holding hands.

"What are you looking for, Becca?" Rebecca thought about it. She lived near the pub, so he was walking her home.

"I don't really know what I'm looking for". And it was true. "What about you?"

"Well-" Jean hesitated, then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. "Not just a one night stand, that I know". Rebecca laughed.

"Just live the moment, Jean. See what happens".

"I guess I'll listen to you".

"It's here". They stopped in front of an old but beautiful building. They kissed again, for a long time. Rebecca felt the excitement grew in her. She wanted more, of everything. She didn't want that night to end, she wanted to dance until her feet hurt, she wanted to know him more, she wanted to feel his hands all around her body... "Do you want to come upstairs?" She whispered, using her best inviting voice.

"Hmm-" Jean caressed her back. He tensed his jaw. "I'm- I'm really sorry, I can't". He looked down. He certainly seemed bothered by the fact he couldn't go with her.

"Why?"

"I have to work tomorrow. That's how I know Fuery doesn't work tomorrow and that's why I have the suspicion they did all of this to leave us alone-"

"Yeah, I have that suspicion too" But still you stayed. Nobody said it, but it was implied when Jean's blue eyes stared at hers.

"The thing is I wanted so bad to be with you. If I leave now I'll sleep like three hours, which is not that bad. But if I go upstairs we both know I won't sleep at all". Rebecca nodded. She knew about that. "I'm truly sorry".

"It's okay". She caressed his cheek and smiled.

"But I'm free on Sunday" he suggested with a mischievous grin. Damn, Rebecca thought.

"I work on Sunday".

"Shit". Jean laughed. He wanted to be with Rebecca more than anything. "Monday morning?"

"Okay. Come here and I'll make you breakfast". She smiled. He bit his lip. It sounded like the best breakfast ever.

"Sounds good". Jean kissed her again. A hot kiss. Nice ass, Rebecca thought, for the third or forth time that night. Jean moaned. "I don't want to go..." He just needed her to say don't do it and he probably would have stayed.

"Come on, Liuteniant, this country needs you!" Rebecca pushed him a little. They were soldiers, their work was first after all. Then she bit his neck and whispered near his ear. "Third floor, don't forget".

"I won't".

There it is, I hope you liked it! That was probably the last chapter, but hey, who knows? Maybe there will be more. Thank you so much for reading, see you on next fic!