I fall down at your doorstep, knocking frantically and pleading:
"Please don't cry" for havolina 🥹💕
"You need to stop, I'm serious. I don't want to lose you" for royai 😭❤️🔥
I chose Havolina for you, and maybe I'll write that Royai, but it's still uncertain, given the time I took to answer your ask!
Jean welcomed Rebecca against his chest as she collapsed on him, spent and panting. He wasn't any better, feeling his sweaty skin cool down after their passionate lovemaking. He caressed her curly hair, enjoying their softness between his fingers while they both regained a normal breathing.
With rest came the awful realization that it was time for him to tell her. Since that afternoon when Mustang had told him about the team's mutation to Central, he feared that conversation with Rebecca.
She raised her head and kissed him softly, before snuggling against him, one arm thrown across his chest, her legs tangled with his, ready to fall asleep, none the wiser to his inner turmoil.
He had to talk now, or he would lose any courage.
"Hm?" She looked at him with a smile so tender he felt like melting and breaking at the same time.
"Do you know about Mustang leaving for Central?"
"I'm Grumman's assistant, of course I know about it. And Riza told me she and a few men are going with him. I don't really like him, and now that he takes my best friend away, I'll like him even less," she pouted.
In any other circumstances, he would have grinned and lightly mocked the chief with her. Today, though, was a day for gravity.
"I'm one of the men," he announced in one breath, freezing as he waited for her reaction.
She blinked a few times, and her pout changed into a real frown. "You're going too?"
A lump in his throat, Jean nodded. "I wish we had got more time for ourselves, Becca," he murmured, his hand cradling her cheek. "I couldn't believe my luck when you accepted to be my girlfriend, and I swore I wouldn't hurt you, because you're so precious to me. And now, I must break that promise I made to myself..." His voice broke, and he closed his eyes. "I'm so sorry I have to leave, Becca."
When he finally dared look at her again, here dark eyes were shining with tears, her face set into a pout that tried to hide the truth of her feelings.
"Please, don't cry," he said, almost begging while his words caught in his throat.
Rebecca blinked, tears flowing on her face, that she hid in the crook of his neck, her arms tightening around his chest.
"How long do we have until you leave?" She sounded strained, with a hint of desperation in her tone.
Jean pulled her even closer, wishing he could put her in his rib cage so they wouldn't be parted by his superior's ambition.
"... two weeks," he replied reluctantly. "Do you want us to stay together until the last moment?"
Her whisper brought him both pain and relief.
"Yes. Because I don't know how I can live two weeks seeing you at work and being unable to touch you, to kiss you, to spend time with you. At least, when you leave, it will be a clear break, and I won't agonise over lost time and passed opportunities. We'll both be messes after your move, but that might be a little less pain than if we end things now."
He kissed her temple. "Alright, then," he breathed against her hair. After a glance to the clock, he brought his hands to her waist and caressed the curve of her naked body, placing another kiss next to her ear, then to her jaw. "We still have time tonight, darling, want to go again?"
Rebecca rose on her elbows to stand above him, her hips grounded against his. Her lips found his for a long, lingering, and salty kiss.
"I want to take everything I can with you," she breathed in reply.
For the last hours of the night, they loved each other, again and again, forgetting about the uncertainty of their future together.
