Summery: One-shot. Jean was starting to think he agreed with her. Maybe he didn't know when women were flirting with him. Riza/Jean.
Disclaimer: Yeah, wow I wrote another Havoc/Hawkeye. Here's another shocker, I do not own FMA and I do not make any profit whatsoever from writing fan fiction.
Trust Me
"That woman was flirting with you, you know," Riza blurted out.
"Huh? What?" Jean said startled, looking at her with the usual cigarette dangling from his mouth as smoke leaked into the night air, "Which woman?"
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, before looking forward again to the empty street they were walking along, "That woman with the short brown hair. The one who sat down next to you at the bar."
His brow furrowed and his slightly intoxicated mind went into overtime. Jean vaguely remembered passing some brunette the bowl of matches before turning back to talk to Riza.
"She wasn't flirting with me," he mumbled, "All she did was ask me for a light."
Riza couldn't help but roll her eyes as the term, 'oldest line in the book' crossed her mind, "You honestly think she wanted you to pass those matches? Havoc, she was hoping you would light her cigarette for her so she could strike up a conversation with you."
Jean considered this for a few moments, before cursing under his breath and asking, "If you thought she was flirting with me, why didn't you say anything at the time?"
"I didn't know if I should," she said simply.
As they neared her apartment building, Riza could feel that most of the alcohol in her system had faded away with the brisk walk. It wasn't as if either of them had that much to drink at the bar, but they had both left feeling alittle tipsy. If it came up though, she would still use the few beers she had had as an excuse for the odd conversation.
"I still don't think she was flirting with me," he said when they stopped in front of the steps that led up to the small apartment complex. Dropping the last of his cigarette on the ground and crushing it underfoot, he added, "I mean, I think I would know when a woman is flirting with me."
Something registered in his mind as he looked back up at her. She looked very pretty tonight. Just wearing civilian clothes. She had slight smile on her face and a raised eyebrow to show she didn't believe him. It took a moment for him to realize that he had been staring and that she was leaning closer, his mind didn't seem to be processing things very quickly.
At first he thought that she was moving to brush something off his face, it took another moment to notice that she was kissing him, yes his mind was definitely acting slower than normal. He kissed her back, trying not to sway, he wasn't feeling very steady on his feet (but if that was the fault of the alcohol in his veins, he wasn't totally sure) and he grabbed the railing behind her.
Before the kiss could deepen, she pulled away and said, "Trust me, Havoc. You don't."
Jean was starting to think he agreed with her. Maybe he didn't know when women were flirting with him. He would have told her so, but he realized, he was already kissing her again.
A/N: Short, fluffy, of the mini-marshmallow variety. Not my best work, but cut me alittle slack, I just got over some writers block. Besides this is cute, short, and fluffy! Think marshmallows and bunnies! Review and tell me whether or not you like marshmallows, bunnies, or this story!