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((This is a present for a friend of mine who loves this couple. When I agreed to write this, I never imagined just how dirty it would turn out. It may be the worst thing I’ve ever written. Surely, I am damned to hell. Regardless, enjoy, or cry tears of blood, whatever.

This is a one shot. I'm not sure what to rate it yet, because really, I'm not descriptive, but it's totally implied.))

— It felt so right —

Maes Hughes watched the clock impatiently. The sharp jab of second after second jarred at his senses. Piece by piece, the day chipped away like a chisel at a boulder, but not quickly enough. He ran his hands firmly over his thighs, continuing to fidget in his expensive leather chair. He should have been working, but he wanted to be home. So he compromised, he stayed at his desk and did nothing, waiting.

He briefly debated the question of flight or fight. Gracia was at the spa today, and he was forced to come to work by none other than Roy Mustang anyway. He hated leaving his daughter with a babysitter. Perhaps he would give his b*****d of a best friend a little phone call and tell him all about his little girl in lengthy detail, repeating himself as often as possible. He would do it partly to annoy Roy, but mostly in the theory that by talking about Elysia he would miss her less.

After scanning his wall a few times and studying a strange little dark spot on the wood of his desk for what seemed like forever, he chanced a glance at the clock again. Blast! The damn thing lied. Surely that had been more than five minutes. Why was he even at work today? Mustang had insisted he come and wade through hours of paper work. Well, he wouldn’t sign a single sheet. That’ll show him. On the plus side, only 268 minutes until he could go home to his darling little girl.

So Maes knew it was wrong. It was wrong to curl and twirl her hair in his fingers and savor the soft sweet small of shampoo, wrong to let his hand linger for that extra second on her bare shoulder as he applied the thick sun screen on his daughter’s back, wrong to tell her that he loved her and mean it in all the wrong ways.

To think, the product of his and Gracia’s love would spawn into this, a greater love, his greatest lust. God it was wrong, but it felt so right. It felt so right when she whispered that she loved him back, right when she wrapped her soft little arms around his neck, right when her breathing hitched lightly when he tenderly kissed her neck.

She was only seven, but Elysia’s eyes betrayed her false innocence. She had always known hadn’t she? She had always known how her father watched her every step, lusting after her in the most unholy of ways. Even though she was fully capable of doing it her self, didn’t she always plead for Daddy to bathe her, wash her back, brush her hair and dress her, batting her innocent eyes as she mouthed “please” with her irresistible, plump little lips? It droves Maes crazy.

One of those retractable pens, the kind that click, was laying on his desk. Unable to resist the temptation that inevitably faces everyone in possession of such a pen, Maes picked it up and clicked it open. Then clicked it shut, and open, and shut, over and over again. One click for each second. 253 minutes left, 15,180 clicks.

Clicking the pen with his left hand, he reached over and pulled out the drawer with his right. His prized picture of his daughter lay inside, her happy face smiling at him. He remembered taking this picture. It wasn’t that long ago, only 4 months. His wife had gone out of town to visit her mother, he had stayed at home for work, and to watch their daughter. He had taken Elysia to the beach, letting her splash through the waves and roll in the sand. Of course, she needed a bath. That was the first day that his daughter’s eyes showed their full knowledge.

She sat in the tub, half hidden in the warm water that filled the room in it’s damp heat. She sat cross legged in the tub, hair slicked back on her shoulders. Maes had to wash her, lathering the girl in soft creamy body wash, and then revealing her soft warm skin again with the soft water. He was going utterly mad. It was go wrong. Beneath his touch, Elysia squirmed, her nipples firming sightly. Her small frame trembled as he ran his fingers across her stomach, whipping away a stray strand of soapy foam.

“Daddy...” She breathed softly, sending chills up and down her father’s spine. Maes couldn’t handle much more of this. Months of repressed lust, repressed emotion was bubbling and seething under his skin, filling his gut with butterflies and his pants with heat. He was growing more desperate by the second as he washed his prepubescent daughter’s soapy, wet, warm body.

“Yes sweetie?” He almost didn’t want to ask what she wanted. Speaking would drive him crazy. What could she want? For him to dress her, dry her, cuddle her? Or a million other things to drive him mad?

“Would you kiss me? Like you kiss mommy?” She asked. Oh, what a thing to ask. He should have said no. He should have explained that you only kiss the person you are married to like that. He should have picked her up out of the tub, kissed her forehead and sent her off to bed. That’s all. But Maes didn’t.

Instead he lifted her out of the tub, placing her on his knee, wrapping his arms around her waist. Hot water cascaded off her thin little body, wetting his jeans. His heart pounded against his chest. He shouldn’t do this. It was wrong. But she had asked, hasn’t she? That devious little girl had asked.

Her lips were softer than he had expected, and tasted like strawberry bubble bath. It was lightly pressure, barely a kiss at all at first, but not for long. The under current of lust kicked into full gear quickly. Her breathing hitched as he slipped her tongue into her mouth smoothly without protest. Her fingers curled in his shirt, spurring him on.

Maes laid her on the floor, the cold tile floor making her nipples more erect. She lay between his legs, hot wet and blushing. She panted a little, and her father kissed her again, this time allowing his hand to run down her chest again, savoring the slight pressure of her nipples and the downy softness of everything else.

Maybe he should have stopped there. It was so wrong. He should have stopped there. But looking back, Maes was glad he didn’t. To think, she would enjoyed being touched as much as he enjoyed touching her, savoring her every pant and squeak and every time she breathed “daddy” across her lips and tightened her grip in his shirt.

Maes checked the clock again. Damn. 234 minutes left. He took out a clean sheet of paper, and started compiling a list of things he needed to buy. New Teddy bears and dolls of Elysia, a new hair brush and some candy for Elysia, ribbons and lace for Elysia, new PJ’s and some picture books for Elysia. Yes, he would buy his daughter everything and anything she could ever want. Oh, and some more hand lotion (also for Elysia).

Once the list was done he found him self thinking about that first night again. Thinking about it made him miss Elysia all the more. He wanted to go home and see her. But the early after noon sun light streaming through the windows chained in there. He couldn’t leave until the end of the day. So, after reverting back to clicking his pen, he made an attempt to count the popcorn dots on the ceiling of his office.

Was it after that first time, 4 months ago, that Maes began paying for his wife to go off to more and more Spas? Was it then that his obsession with Elysia grew at leaps and bounds and he grew more and more distant to Gracia? Probably. But he did love Elysia more, so much more.

He sighed longingly and began to examine his office with renewed vigor. The book shelves sagged with old alchemy text books and year books and photo albums, all yellowing slowly with the passing of time. A few medals and ribbons hung framed on his wall for menial achievements. The small blue flowers on his desk danced in their porcelain vase, caught by the light breeze of the fan. And of course his eyes wandered back to the picture of his precious little girl.

He checked the clock again. 329 minutes left. ******** this. He was going home now. Roy could get made if he wanted. Maes had a little girl at home waiting for him, and he had no plans to disappoint, he just had to go buy some more lotion first.

It was so wrong, but really, it felt so right.


((Ok, so this was a little short. I’m pretty sure that I got both of them pretty OOC actually. Um...heh. I don’t really watch FMA ever, but regardless. I hope you liked it, or at the very least, I hope you wont be needing prolonged medical attention because of it.))

I was pretty sure she was 7....hm...

But yes, it's pretty creepy. ^-^;;;