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[Fullmetal Alchemist] I need your warmth to know that I'm still in your hearts

Title: I need your warmth to know that I'm still in your hearts
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Jean Havoc, Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang
Pairing: Havoc / Roy / Riza
Prompt: "I'm cold"
Rating: PG
Party: 1 / 1
Beta: mapi_littleowl
Warning: Platonic! Threesome, missing moment , shounen-ai
Spoiler: Vol 21
Word Count: 1703 ( Contaparole )
Summary: He took another shot, then throwing out of the mouth and nostrils a giant cloud of smoke that went to disperse on the ceiling, and then, again, looked back at the door as if, at any moment , would have to open wide. Would not happen, of course - had too many problems, too many things to do and organize, and there was no time to deal with a ballast like him - but now it just missed the day he would resign and transfer in a facility closer to his home in the east, that each day that passed seemed to lose precious moments to share with the people he cared more than ever, people who perhaps, even had already forgotten him.
Notes: Written for the Advent Calendar [out of the race] held by michiru_kaiou7
Discaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and its characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa and therefore I do not gain absolutely nothing but the taste to make them what they want * evil laugh *.


There was no doubt now that the winter had finally ousted all other seasons, and he did every year coma, had applied to everything and everyone, covering the world with its icy winds , with the snow gently down from heaven to hide under his innocence all that would remain firm and immovable to accept upon himself.
Jean Havoc had never really loved the winter - he liked the warm, beautiful girls in costume on the shores of the Great Lakes that were in the south - but until then had never realized that the contempt he felt in respect of that period could reach such a high level. It was often found to curse him, in those last days, looking out the window with the sole desire to pull the curtains to never have to see the wind stirred the tops of trees or undisturbed snow falling to the ground, and all This he had done nothing but increase every most days of his temper, almost turning into a cantankerous old grouch and who had nothing better to do than complain about everything and everyone to receive some 'attention. And he knew that was so, because more than once he heard the voices of nurses who complained to him that was always and always in a bad mood, just like an old man.
It's easy for you to say. You have no idea what kind of life awaits me out of here. Havoc ran a hand through his short, blonde hair, reviving the clump that fell over his forehead, then leaned over the table and squeezed between the fingers on the cigarette packet that was placed above and one of the matches. There were fewer than five cigarette butts in there, but instead of becoming a man turned over the package in his hands, staring as if it were actually transparent, while it continued to twist and turn constantly reminded that it was Lieutenant Hawkeye to take him almost three weeks earlier.
A package had never lasted so long, she thought, her lips bent in a bitter smile, and then, almost without realizing it, raised his head and look up towards the closed door. So three weeks have passed, eh? sighed, remembering the last time I had seen and that Lieutenant Colonel Mustang, and suddenly felt as if his body was shaken by a cold shiver born this way, spontaneously, within his soul. "It's bitterly cold here," He pulled in his pajamas, in the heavy coat he had been given to cope with the winter cold, and then pulled the blanket up to his chest, hoping - useless, he knew it by myself - that this would heat it, at least a bit '.
remained in that position for several moments, not knowing what to do, and then let out a groan from the lips frustrated and angry with quick movements and clenched between his teeth and lit a cigarette, inspiring and full all the smoke that would been able to contain the lungs. Recently he got into the habit smoking in the evening, when he had gathered enough nervousness, to dissolve at least part of his problems go to bed most comfortable, but lately it seemed that every thing that happen was a fuse that can rodergli the liver and all the viscera, and a cigarette in the evening was not enough anymore.
He took another shot, then throwing out of the mouth and nostrils a giant cloud of smoke that went to disperse on the ceiling, and then, again, looked back at the door as if, at any moment, he would due to open wide. Would not happen, of course - had too many problems, too many things to do and organize, and there was no time to deal with a ballast like him - But now it just missed the day he would have resigned for transfer to a facility closer to his home in the east, that each day that passed seemed to lose precious moments to share with the people he cared more Overall, people who perhaps had even forgotten about him already.
He felt a sickening lump in the throat, the idea that, indeed, they had left behind, but then shook his head from side to side, closing his eyes and giving himself mentally imbecile. It was not to think about it, did not have to think of things that made him feel so bad - it was not really the case in this way to worsen the mood caused by bad weather - And trying to focus all your attention on something a bit 'happier you did fall on the pillows, his gaze to the ceiling.
He never knew how long he remained immersed in this terrible state - empty the mind and the eyes become unable to recognize the forms that were before them - but, suddenly, the sound of the handle that lowers filled the room as if it were was a gunshot and Havoc pulled up abruptly, almost confused and scared, just in time to see the edge of a dark coat that slips over the door jamb.
"Colonel," From his throat came a hoarse sound almost, because of the emotion, and when the man took a few steps inside the room, complaining of cold, snow, and damn umbrella disappeared somewhere behind him appeared resigned to a woman's face. "Lieutenant," he said, more gently, while the two were closing the door behind him and approached his bed.
Roy got rid of the coat, resting awkwardly on the first stool that he happened to throw and Riza did the same - with much more grace, of course - then sitting on the bed of Second Lieutenant and tilting his head slightly to one side while resting a hand on his cheek and stroking the beard with his thumb. "So you've decided to let it get to grow, eventually," he said, and at that moment, while Havoc laughed, saying that life in the hospital had not left much choice, even Roy sat on the edge of the bed, on the other side, and unceremoniously squeezed between the fingers of the other man's ear, pulling him as he would do if clutches had happened between her an annoying brat and disobedient.
"Lord! But that comes to mind? It made me sick. "Havoc, when he managed to free himself from the grip of his superior, ran a hand on the painful point and Roy looked at him with a severely, trying to hide - even quite badly - as he was being amusing. "But it seems," began the Colonel, as if he had not even heard the complaints of his subordinate, "Hospital life does not prevent you to ruin your of your life, with those damn cigarettes!" The two men quickly moved their attention to the butt that Havoc and held tight between his fingers while Riza took a hand in front of the mouth trying to hide the laughter, the lieutenant muttered something the two newcomers were unable to grasp and leaned over the table, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray.
"I hope now to be happy," he said, dropping on the pillow and crossing his arms to his chest. "Force me to turn off the only cigarette I can smoke during the day when it is not even half-consumed. This was cruel, for its part, I hope at least if they know it. "
Roy shrugged. "I did it for your own good," he just answer, assuming the same attitude that children had the other man, but before the two could start by bathrobe for that nonsense, Riza put a hand on the arm of Havoc. The man turned to look at her, blinking his eyes rapidly, and when he read in his eyes If you insist on acting like two little kids I shoot you idiots! raised his arms in the air in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll stop," he said with a tone that was half way between the frightened and amused, and Roy did the same when she looked at him, too. The
seemed to have passed the centuries, the last time you felt that way, happy, without anything that would make his life perfect and complete, and for some time none of them did or said nothing. They simply stand there, next to each other in a continuous exchange of looks alone say much more than hundreds of words of contacts that made them feel good, less alone. Nothing on earth could break what they had built together, addiction and the support they felt they needed more air we breathe, and Havoc, for a moment, he felt a real idiot to have thought that the idea of those people would leave him. He leaned toward
Riza and after resting a hand behind his neck pulled her hand, placing his lips on hers, and after a moment he felt the warm hand of Colonel on his neck. Now it's up to me, seemed he was saying and so he parted from her, and turning round, he let Roy leans over him, that took her face in her hands. The kiss they exchanged was long in need, as and when they parted, Colonel leaned her forehead against the other man and closed his eyes. "I missed you so much," he said with a sigh, and then hid her face in the hollow of his shoulder while Havoc's surrounded the back with one arm and pressed against Riza itself.
The heat of their bodies was so intense as to make him almost lose his balance and being given a light kiss on the woman's hair, Havoc turned back towards the window. The snow came down even more dense now, and the wind was even stronger, but something inside him told him he was going so well. "I've missed you too," she said, her lips bent in a smile. Now I no longer cold. Finally.