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Holding back a small shiver as he caressed her hand, Rebecca smiled and looked into Jean’s eyes, fluttering her eyelashes a little. “It was definitely a high note. I always considered it that way.” Even now, as she remembered them tumbling into his bed, it twisted her stomach into pleasant knots. Rebecca bit the corner of her mouth.

“I’d like that. It’s been a long time since I had answers. I’d much rather have them late than never have them at all.” She grabbed her glass of wine and took a quick sip, desperate for some liquid courage. “I missed you. I hated being apart. I…I don’t want it to happen again.” God there was so much more she wanted to say.

Jean certainly remembered the night well. After knowing her for so long finally seeing her lithe form spread out across his bed; not to mention the sounds she made. It sparked a fire in his gut just remembering it all - and now here she was all this time later speaking of it once again. What he wouldn’t give to relive that moment.

“I uh - I’m. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. You can put your money on that one.” He wasn’t sure how to respond to such a declaration. He was giddy with the thought that she wanted him around; that what they started on that night all those years ago was finally coming in with interest. “And just incase something does happen... well I’m going to have to appreciate you whilst I’ve got you here, aren’t I?” 

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Rebecca gratefully ordered her noodles and turned her attention to Havoc. His eyes stayed on her and she couldn’t hide the gentle blush that she could feel spreading across her cheeks. He had missed her. He had actually missed her. She finally felt validated in her feelings. The nerves and fear that she had felt finally slipped away.

“That’s exactly what I was saying. I missed you a lot.” She gently took one of his hands in hers. It was rough and calloused, like hers, but even moreso. “We left a lot of unanswered questions between the two of us.”

She was blushing - was he blushing? He felt warm but he didn’t feel like he was blushing fortunately. As her hand gently closed over his, he turned his wrist to his palm faced the ceiling. Burnt and calloused fingertips traced over her palm lazily as he smiled gently over at her. 

“We did kind of leave it on uh- a bit of a high note, right?” He remembered the day well. He remembered the night before even better. Even remembering it gave him a light chill of excitement. A damn good night. “I mean I guess we can start to answer those questions now. Fancy that. Better late than never I suppose.” 

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Rebecca smiled. Watching Havoc get a little flustered was pretty cute. She sipped her wine, then set it down and looked at him, a little surprised. He had missed her…oh. Well, maybe he hadn’t missed her that much. If all he had missed was shooting. She bit back a sigh and just smiled.

“Yes, you must have been so very bored. She pretty much creams everyone in her path. There’s no stopping her. At least I had the dignity to have off days.” She chuckled. “But you’re right. It has been too long. I didn’t like it. Being parted from you.”

She let that statement sit in the air while she sipped her wine. She was being foolish. But she didn’t care. The fact was, she had missed him and know he was back. She wasn’t going to let him get away again. Not without at least trying.

The sudden segway into shooting talk had just been to mask his obvious statement. Shooting was the last thing he’d missed. Well maybe not the last thing but it wasn’t the most important thing to him; not in the slightest. 

When at last the waitress returned to their table he smiled up at her and placed his order; fried noodle special - extra beef, extra onions. When he knew what he wanted there was nothing that was going to change his mind. That applied for most things, not just food. Once Rebecca had placed her order and once more the waitress skipped off towards the kitchen he leaned on his forearms onto the table slightly and eased into things a little more. Her last statement resonated with him slightly - chiming off the buried desire he’d tried to hide from her. 

Did she truly miss him as much as he’s missed her? “If that’s your way of saying you missed me - I missed you too, Rebecca.”

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Rebecca was grateful for the wine once it finally arrived. It hadn’t been slow or anything, she was glad for something to do with her hands. And for the nerve relaxation that wine provided. She sipped, already feeling better.

Chuckling at Havoc’s description of Alphonse, she set the wine down. “I’m glad that he’s doing well. I hope I get to meet him soon. You’ll have to make sure we cross paths when he comes back.”

Rebecca laughed. “Yes, that’s true, but you asked about the past. This is the future. Or, well, the present. And I’m definitely enjoying myself.”

He’d walked himself into that one. Stupid - of course he’d asked about the past. But all he could think about was the imminent future. He shrugged it off as he regularly did with a smile and a laugh, silencing himself with another sip of his wine. 

“Okay, Okay - you’re right I did. Too soon for me to start getting that cocky?” He chuckled and shrugged, leaning forward against the table slightly. “I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying yourself though. It’s been... way way too long since we saw one another.” There was a gentle smile to his expression now. “I’ve missed you. I mean - who else is going to put up a decent challenge at 50 yards. When you’ve only got Riza to shoot against it gets kinda old after a few years.” 

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She listened as he spoke. She didn’t know the details of everything that had happened to him. But she had heard about one thing…that he conveniently left out of the story. Though she supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. All she had heard was that he had become paralyzed…then a month ago, he was suddenly better. It was all strange, and she hadn’t been able to convince Riza to tell her the whole story. But she wouldn’t pry. It couldn’t be easy for him to talk about. He’d tell her when he was ready. She hoped.

“Um, well, I don’t think I can beat that. I went on bad dates, but no near deaths. No suits of armor, though I did hear about the two you mentioned. I never got to meet either one, but I hear Alphonse is doing better, yes?” The Elrics had never managed to cross her path during their stay in the military, but she had gleaned some information from Grumman and Riza while they had been planning the attack on The Promised Day. “Then the attack happened and I was in the midst of that…thanks to your weapons, of course. I’m still amazed I survived. That as many of us did.” She didn’t want to think about that day. It had been terrifying. The world had gone completely black, and…she’d passed out or had her soul ripped from her or something. Even just the passing memory made her want to shiver. She hoped she hadn’t gone pale.

Getting ahold of herself, she smiled at him. “Then I came back out here and here I am. That’s about it. Like I said, nothing near as exciting as you.”

As Rebecca spoke, Jean caught eye of the waitress heading back toward their table, wine in hand. It was still fairly early evening so the restaurant was still scarcely filled so he assumed things should run fairly quickly for the pair of them. “Alphonse is doing very well from what I hear! He’s due back in command over the next few weeks, if you get the chance you’ll have to meet him. He’s so... well now that he’s not in the armor I don’t know. There was something hilariously adorable about this 6″ tall dude talking to you like a kid.”

The waitress arrived and set the glasses on the table, pouring them each a glass before slinking back to the bar - presumably to grab a notepad to take their order. Raising his glass to his lips he took a small sip and savoured the flavour a moment before setting it back upon the table and shooting her another winning grin. 

“You kidding me? You’ve got the most exciting part coming up; dinner with me!”

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Rebecca grinned playfully. “I’m glad you agree.” She cast her eyes back down to the menu, deciding to go ahead and make her choice so she could spend the rest of her time focusing on the hunk in front of her. “I think I’m going to get the noodles. That sounds amazing.”

She set her menu down and resisted the urge to take his hand or play with her hair, instead resting her hands on the table. “So…catching up. How are you? Really? It’s been ages.” She wouldn’t admit that she had missed him, but she couldn’t keep that sense of longing from creeping into her voice. Having him back now…she realized just how much it had hurt, being parted from him. How much of a torch she still carried.

“The noodles do sound good. With extra beef and extra onions...” Already his mouth was watering. He was starved, because of his longer than anticipated venture to find Rebecca he’d fallen behind on his work and had to skip lunch. This was going to be a great meal regardless of how good the food actually tasted. 

“Catching up. Let’s see.” He sat back in his seat, scratching the back of his neck as if remembering the past few months was difficult. “Well for starts there was that whole - world almost ending thing that happened; that was fun.” He chuckled slightly. “I dated a woman who tried to kill me.” No chuckled this time. “Made friends with not one but two suits of armor which was.... weird to say the least. But yeah - pretty normal few months. How about you? Anything more exciting than that?” 

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She smiled at the waitress and turned back to Havoc, picking up her food menu. She was so excited to try this place. Xingese was her favorite kind of food, but this place was still too new for her to have gotten around to it.

She laughed. “I’m sure you could more than hold your own. We’ve drunk together in the past. Don’t pretend like you’re a lightweight.” Then, playfully, she added. “And besides, what’s life without a little danger?” She looked flirtatiously into his bright blue eyes as she said it. Finally, she felt like she was in control of her flirting again. She was far more comfortable now.

He grinned and shrugged half heartedly at the comment about holding his own. He didn’t drink nearly as much as he had when he knew her from his youth so whatever she could remember was likely better than what he could stomach now. But he wouldn’t admit that - instead he’d pass it off with the nonchalant gesture and let the rest be a mystery.

Her second comment stirred something inside him however, at least it could have been the comment and not just the look she gave him as she made it. That was definitely helping the situation though. His eyes matched hers and there was a glint of mischeif in the way his lips curled into a grin to match. “What indeed? It’s definitely a little more fun.” 

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She giggled again at his playful wink. God, she hadn’t even had any wine and she was already a giggly mess. Why did she have to come across like such a dork? She wanted to appear sexy and mysterious and hot. Not a giggly schoolgirl. Damnit, Catalina.

“No, I prefer red.” She smiled. “Let’s stick with the one bottle and if we’re feeling it later, get a second. Pacing is good.” Even as she spoke, she found herself hoping for the second bottle. That would mean the evening was going spectacularly well. “How about the Pinot noir?”

“Sounds perfect to me,” He began, turning to the waitress and nodding in agreement. “One bottle of the Pinot Noir it is, two glasses, please.” He asked before she nodded and hurried off towards the bar. Jean picked at the edge of the menu before pushing the drinks menu even further to the side, looking back up at his - date. This was definitely a date now. Romantic seeming restaurant. That dress. Red wine. Definitely felt like one if he’d ever experienced it. 

“I’m glad you like Red - honestly I think going toe to toe with you on bottles would have ended dangerously.” He chuckles, balling one hand into a fist and leaning his cheek on it idly. His teeth grind un-noticeably, side to side ever slightly to alleviate his desire to smoke. Maybe he should have ordered something that came with a straw. 

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Rebecca smiled as he led them into the restaurant, looking around as they walked towards the back. She loved the atmosphere here. the dim lighting from the lanterns gave everything a romantic touch, and was for more in line with what Rebecca had imagined for their reunion. Not slamming into his chest in the middle of the hallway. This, however, was perfect.

She took her seat in the booth across from him and looked at her menu. She chuckled at his comment. “You always know how to loosen me up, you sly devil.” She laughed and looked through the wines.

“Do you prefer white or red?” She normally leaned red but was worried about staining her teeth throughout the evening. Maybe if she drank water it would be okay. She refused to embarrass herself. Not tonight.

At her comment he gave her yet another grin and even a wink this time, he was really loosening up; sinking back into his more playful nature. He pursed his lips slightly, tongue running against the back of his teeth as he picked through the menu, glancing up as she spoke. “Red for me. I can’t really get my head around white wine. Too vinegary for me honestly.” He was hoping she felt the same. He had a hunch she was more of a red wine kind of girl. 

“How about you? You okay with red or are we going to get our own bottles and make a real mess of ourselves.” He chuckled to himself as he pushed the drinks menu to the side, dragging the food menu towards him as he watched her expression as she glanced over the menu. Yep. Definitely hot. He had to make sure now that he could get a good face on look at her. Just to make sure of course.

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God, he really did look handsome. That smile was absolutely going to make her weak in the knees, and the shirt he had picked was just tight enough to show a little bit of the definition of his chest and arms. Good lord, was he trying to drive her crazy? But his response to her seemed genuine, and Rebecca resisted the urge to blush, keeping her head held high and calm.

“Great, you already did all the work. I’ve been wanting to try this place too. I love Xingese food.” She giggled and took his arm, smiling at him. “We shall.”

Holy crap it felt like she had been waiting forever for this to happen. Honestly, Rebecca didn’t care if she was reading into things, or if Jean thought it was a date or not. It mattered that they were here, together, and Rebecca was going to make the most of it.

Honestly he felt like an idiot for offering his arm like he did, but he was beyond happy that she accepted the gesture. Guiding her up the few steps and into the entryway of the restaurant he was met by the greeter who gave him a knowing smile and a nod, before wordlessly heading off into the restaurant after gesturing them to follow. Jean had already had a small talk with her, and a much easier time being his usual flirty self with her than he had with Rebecca - but things were becoming easier the more he saw of her. Yesterday was just... a system shock. 

“Thank you very much.” He said to the server as she lead them to the table, releasing Rebecca from his arm so he could slide into his side of the small booth they’d been sat in towards the back of the restaurant. The light levels were fairly low in the restaurant, supposedly an authentic feel of Xing. Lighting was lanterns as opposed to electricity, and it made it feel more homely than some of the brightly lit Amestrian restaurants he’d been to recently. 

“Bottle of wine to break the ice? I’m sure I’ll get a whole lot more juicy gossip on what you’ve been up too after a drink or two.” He said with a sly grin, dragging a fingertip across the menu as he asked.

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Rebecca practically dissolved into giggles the second he walked away, her nerves spilling over, but the happiness making her bubbly. She quickly headed back to the bullpen and got to work, but her brain couldn’t focus on anything but Havoc and their ‘date’. Was it a date? She wished he would have used the right language. She had no idea what to expect. Should she dress up? Where was his head? There was no way he could possibly be stressing about this as much as she was. It’s just Havoc. It’s just Havoc. Right? God, why did she have to like him so much? There were still so many unanswered questions.

The end of the day finally rolled around and Rebecca rushed home, showering quickly and spending the rest of her time fretting over her clothes. Eventually she settled on a classy black dress that showed off her curves. She pulled her hair into a high, bouncy ponytail. The attempt was to look effortless. It was never effortless.

Finally, she headed to the restaurant. She was terrified he wouldn’t be there. What if he’d decided not to come? But as she rounded the corner, Rebecca saw him standing there waiting for her, and she began to smile happily. He looked so handsome. She walked up and smiled.

“Hey there, you.”

“H-hey!” He managed. Was he under dressed? He felt under dressed compared to her. One of the very few decent shirts he owned had been meticulously ironed until he was certain there wasn’t a crease in sight. Usually he slummed it in a t-shirt and a jacket but today he’d made an effort. But looking at her he felt incredibly unworthy. He wasn’t underdressed in the slightest, nor was she over dressed; it were more a matter of him never having seen her dressed up like she was. Already he could feel himself melting.

He regained his composure and met her with a smile, flicking away his cigarette as she approached. “You look- I mean... wow!” Honestly he couldn’t find the words, and so opted to get down to business. “I’ve already checked inside, our tables all ready. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to try this place.” Or take you out; he thought unwillingly. 

With an over-exaggerated gesture he offered her his arm, playing the joker was always how he made himself feel comfortable in these situations. “Shall we?” He asked, grinning away like a damn fool.

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Rebecca’s shoulders slumped as he walked away, putting his mug away. So soon? But she perked up and smiled as he turned back. “Yes, seven o'clock.” She nodded. “I’ll see you at the restaurant. Don’t be late, okay?”

Late? Like he’d be late for this. He nodded in agreement before turning heel and walking out the door. He nearly inhaled his entire cigarette at that point. He’d managed to go one entire conversation without coming off like an idiot! Though he probably did manage to look a tad strange. It was odd, all those years ago he’d been so comfortable around her and now here he was cracking up like a school kid. He’d get better - pretty women had that effect on him in general. 

The rest of his day was uneventful, clock watching every few minutes in hopes that it was close to quitting time. Paperwork in the military had a habit of being unceremoniously dull. Lots of crossing T’s and dotting I’s. But whilst he was still weak and in random bouts of pain he wasn’t exactly fit for field duty. However, he managed to make it to five-thirty, and on the dot he was out the door. He had a date after all. Not a date. Maybe a date? 

An hour and a half later he was cleaned, changed, spruced, and on the doorstep of the restaurant with, unsurprisingly, half a cigarette burning slowly in his mouth. He was so focused on looking around for her that he’d forgotten about it honestly.  

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The moment she heard his excited reply, the smile on her face turned huge, and Rebecca giggled in happiness. She quickly bit the corner of her lip to try to tone down the smile, and took another sip of coffee. But it was too late. She could already feel the genuine excitement spreading throughout her body, turning her a little wired.

And then he implied that maybe he’d want another one. Oh my god. He was already thinking about another one. Another nervous giggle almost escaped but Rebecca stifled it. She did *not* want to fuck this up.

“Actually…I’m free tonight. I think I’d like that little Xingese place. I just want enough time so I can run home and change out of my uniform.” With whatever God above as her witness, Rebecca would *not* go on a date in her uniform.

Jean had always drunk his coffee quickly, today was no exception. Even if he wanted to hang around and talk to Rebecca there was work to be done and he was already stretching his limits by coming all this way to ask her when he could have just caught her at the end of his shift. It wasn’t like he had a stack of paperwork that needed to be done before he’d even be able to get out tonight. 

He stuck the empty mug in the sink, ran a little water to wash it out and upturned it on the sideboard before replacing his cigarette in the corner of his mouth. “Excellent! We’ll catch up then then - “ He slowly stepped backwards towards the door, smiling at her as he went before he raise a hand to point at her. “Seven o’clock - I’ll meet you there?” 

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Had…had she just heard him right? Did Jean Havoc just ask her to dinner? Rebecca froze mid-sip of coffee. Was she being asked on a real, honest to god date? She could barely remember the last time that had happened…

“Oh, um, dinner would be great. Lunch is hard, I don’t always know if I’ll actually be able to do a lunch because of meetings…but dinner would be wonderful.”

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. She smiled at Havoc, trying to keep it cool, but inside she was completely losing it. A date? A date? Wait, what if it wasn’t a date? What if it was just old friends catching up? Old friends who had slept together…it had to be a date. Right?

The pause did little for his confidence. Already he could feel a sinking sensation. He’d fucked up hadn’t he. When at last she answered he smiled brightly, almost unreasonably wide. “Great!” He coughed as he spoke, realizing how much optimism laced his voice. Play it cool dammit, Jean.

“I understand - honestly lunch probably wouldn’t have been enough to cover everything. Who knows maybe one dinner won’t be!” Digging a hole, he’d done the hard part he could relax now. He inhaled deeply on the cigarette and nodded, more to himself than to her honestly. 

“Great - so, tomorrow night? About seven? I mean if you’re free tonight we could always try that little Xingese place just around the corner but I get if it’s short notice.” 

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Rebecca nodded, tucking an errant piece of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, it’s been really busy. Ever since The Promised Day, we’ve been working overtime trying to get the world back in order.”

She walked over to the coffee pot and refilled her mug, taking a sip. She smiled a little into her mug as he confirmed that he’d be staying, and felt a small weight release from her shoulders. He wasn’t leaving. Rebecca’s dark eyes caught his blue ones as she walked back over to him, her cheeks reddening just a little. “Yes, we do. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

Jean fidgeted with the lighter in his pocket, rolling the ball of his thumb across its edges idly as he watched her pour herself a cup of coffee. There was still some in the pot, it’d be a shame to let it go to waste. He steps closer to her, before taking a mug from the side, pouring himself a cup and propping himself that little bit closer to her as he rests his hip against the counter.

Its stale, but it’s coffee. He felt the words catch in the back of his throat. His mouth hung open for a second before he filled the void with the coffee, before taking another drag of the cigarette he squeezed between his forefinger and thumb. “Why not over dinner?” There he said it. The subtext was implied, even if he didn’t admit he meant it as a date - she could take it as she liked. Suddenly there was a sense of regret, or classic ‘what-if-she-says-no’ fear. He needs a fall back. “Or lunch. Whenever’s good for you!” Smooth; nice save.