Dreams are made from White Strings [Kimblee x Reader]

15.: Fighting back

You walked towards Kimblee, but Miles stopped you. The warmth of his hand on your arm seeped through the blanket you had wrapped around your body. It felt good.

"Are you feeling better, (y/n)?", he asked.

"Yes, thank you, sir", you smiled at him. "I'm warm, and I can feel my toes and fingers again."

"Would you please refrain from touching my subordinate?"

Kimblee had suddenly appeared behind Miles, with a less than unpleased expression on his face, and grabbed his arm that was touching you. It must have been a painful grip, but Miles didn't even so much as flinch. Slowly, he let go of you and tore his hand from Kimblee's.

The Crimson Alchemist turned to you with a smile that would have seemed kind to others, but knowing him, it was vicious. As if to make a point, he put his hand on the same spot where the major had touched you. Not nearly as gentle, though. Miles stepped away, but kept his eyes glued to the two of you. Still, he was far enough away to not be able to hear what Kimblee was whispering in your ear.

"He likes you", he said, quietly. "But he should know better than touch what's mine."

"What?", you gasped. Blood rushed to your cheeks, not only because of what he had just informed you of, but also due to how close he was to you again, with his breath tickling your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

Kimblee backed away and left you to deal with your furious blush, which you didn't know how to hide. Subtly, all eyes were on you two.

"Well", Kimblee said, this time for all to hear. He gestured towards the window, it was getting dark outside. "We should probably get some rest."

With this, he turned towards one of the rooms that were equipped with mattresses, so that everybody could get some sleep. You relaxed at the realization that he was going to lie down for a bit. Then he turned to you again, abruptly.

"But, (y/n), I'm terribly sensitive to cold. Would you give me the pleasure of keeping me company? Just for the warmth, of course."

The blush that had toned down came back with full force. It was not hart to figure out what he planned to do, and a huge lump of nervousness, fear and disgust formed in your stomach. But you knew that you had no choice. You took far too long to answer, but finally, with a dry voice, you managed to get out a "Yes, sir", without breaking eye contact.

A satisfied smirk graced his face, and he turned around to lead the way into one of the rooms. You didn't make eye contact with anyone and kept your eyes on Kimblee's back, especially evading Miles' gaze. You didn't want to see what was written in his eyes, and you didn't want anybody to read what was in yours.

You entered the small chamber and closed the door behind you. Then you just stood there, your feet firmly planted to the ground, to give you a strong position. This time, you wanted to be stronger.

In the hospital, you had only endured, but now, you wanted to fight back and show your strength. To win. The only way that was possible, was by doing something he wouldn't expect, by not being forced, but giving in willingly.

You wanted to keep your pride. That was what you repeated in your head, again and again, to silence the small, sick part of you that actually wanted this to happen, for reasons you couldn't explain yourself.

But first of all - and in order to delay the inevitable - you had to inform Kimblee of what you had witnessed.

"Sir", you spoke up, tearing his attention back to you. "I have something to report."

Kimblee placed his hat on a chair and turned to you.

"What exactly?", he asked.

"Earlier, I found Scar", you began. "It was after you had already been contacted, but I witnessed a conversation between him and some soldiers from Briggs-"

"If you want to tell me...", he interrupted you. "...that Miss Winry's kidnap was staged, you needn't. I already know."

"You do?", you asked in surprise.

"Yes. I know that I can't trust the Briggs soldiers. And I know that they plan on killing me."

You inhaled sharply. That was something you hadn't known.

Kimblee took a step towards you and took your chin into his hand, forcing you to look up to him.

"I'm positively surprised that you planned on telling me. It's nice to know I have at least one person's loyalty."

"Of course, sir", you answered simply, not daring to move. He let go of your chin, and used his hands to push the blanket from your shoulder.

"I think you should be rewarded", he whispered while working on undoing your uniform.

Inside you, a fight arose, a brutal battle between the part of you that screamed 'don't touch me!' and the other, smaller part that craved the contact.

On the outside, you fought another fight. This time, you didn't just let him do as he pleased. This time, you took the initiative to dare and touch him too, to counter his actions.

Kimblee didn't show any signs of surprise by your eagerness, with his usual grin, he proceeded to make you his completely. Despite your actions, he dominated you in every way, making sure that everybody outside knew what was going on.

Regardless, you had fought instead of just endured, and thus, had won too.

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Outside, unknown to you, Miles gritted his teeth.