Full Metal Alchemist--Private Roleplay

[Princess Noshwash]

((Riza's a dominatrix though! xd And it's different with het!))

Maes straddled the man and kissed him sloppily, unable to do much to the best of his potential drunk as he was.

[Teddy Bearr x3]

(( xD ))

Jean whimpered and ran his fingers through Maes' hand weakly.

[Princess Noshwash]

((That sounds painful xD ))

Maes pulled away after a while and looked down at the blonde. "...You're...okay wi'this?"

[Teddy Bearr x3]

((I meant hair! xD ))

"Y-yeah," he panted before kissing him again.

[Princess Noshwash]

((No! It's ghost!Maes after all!))

Maes didn't need to hear anything more after that and proceeded to unbutton the blonde's shirt with a surprising amount of care.

[Teddy Bearr x3]

Jean whimpered and grabbed at Maes' hair.

[Princess Noshwash]

Maes opened Jean's shirt once it was undone but couldn't remove it with him on the bed as he was.

((Skip? xD))

[Teddy Bearr x3]

((To the morning? xd heart ))

[Princess Noshwash]

((Yep =] ))

Maes awoke the next morning to the nauseating feeling of...just nausea. He groaned and sat up, making himself aware of the second discomfort he was in as his head throbbed. It didn't take him long to discover he was hungover, especially seeing as he stank of alcohol. He kept his eyes closed and groaned, still unaware of the body beside him, for the moment.

[Teddy Bearr x3]

Jean moaned quietly, still fast asleep. He snuggled closer to Maes and wrapped an arm around his waist.

[Princess Noshwash]

Maes confusion following that came in many stages. The first was the initial feeling of the arm around him. Even his experience working in Investigations wasn't required for him to puzzle out that he'd gotten drunk, hence the terrible hangover, and slept with someone. He'd done it once or twice before, swearing that time to be the last, but it seemed as if he'd erred once again. He felt sorry for whoever the broad was and just hoped that there wouldn't be too much embarrassment whenever she decided to come to -- and that they'd used protection, at least.

The next stage of confusion came when he felt the strength and muscle tone in the arm. Drunk or not, Maes tended to only have one preference when it came to women, and weightlifting was not a point on his check list -- not that he minded muscles on a woman, however there was a limit.

He got his mind back on track, having digressed from the point, and Stage Three ensued. Looking down at the arm not only reminded him to make sure he could find his glasses, but also fuelled his confusion. Indeed, it was as muscular as he had imagined, however it was also a lot more hirsute than he had expected. The usually bespectacled man used this knowledge and pondered on what the person looked like briefly; the hair on the arm was fair, leading Maes to envision the person as blonde. A blonde body-building woman...Heaven forbid it was one of Armstrong's sister's.

It finally occurred to Maes to look at the face of the person with which he slept. Starting at the fingers, he slowly scanned his eyes along the arm, past the wrist, past the elbow, past the forearm, past the shoulder...and it was then that Stage Four left him the most confused. He had to blink. He had to rub his eyes. He had to screw his eyes shut, turn his head away, shake it then reopen his eyes, but, despite doing all of this, he was still pretty sure he saw Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc beside him in the bed...and the increase in his nausea and headache from shaking his head was what made him think he wasn't asleep; that he was pretty sure of.

But then why the hell was he in a bed beside his best friend's subordinate? He then peaked under the blanket and turned as white as the very sheets on which he lay.

And why were they both stark naked?

[Teddy Bearr x3]

The blonde sneezed, then groaned quietly and snuggled closer to Maes, still asleep.

((*fail*))

[Princess Noshwash]

The cogs which formed Maes' mind turned, and in a few seconds, he had what the most logical explanation was in his mind. But then that meant...He couldn't bring himself to say it, and he dared even think how awkward it would be when Havoc woke up. And if Roy found out! No. Roy could NOT find out that this had happened between his best friend and subordinate the night after his engagement! Maes would have run around in a panicked circle at this point, however the symptoms of the hangover caused him to think better. Should he wake Jean? Should he wait? His mind was a panic and he didn't know what to do for the better.

[Teddy Bearr x3]

Jean moaned as his eyes fluttered open. He sat up wearily and yawned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

[Princess Noshwash]

Maes watched Jean for a few seconds, his face much paler than it usually was. What would Jean do when he realised? This was not good! Not good at all! And having the man's arm still around his waist wasn't helping either!
"J-Jean...," he stammered quietly, hating the tension of him not realising! And God, did he feel sick.