As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
"Fuhrer my ass," Edward said. "He's still nothing but a perverted old man."
"Come on," he snorted. "As if I could say no to Al AND Winly looking at me like that."
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
The sheer naughtiness of it all was unexpectedly exciting, and she found herself trembling even before the cold steel met her skin.
"You should know better than to behave that way, Envy," said a voice against his ear, and he felt the warmth of breath as it feathered over the side of his face.
On the first night, he comes to her as her teacher.
He underestimates the little things, like how long it will take him to put his socks on in the morning, and she comes up the stairs when breakfast is long since over to find him crouched over a torn stocking, blinking back furious tears...
A pure and virtuous soul was nothing short of surprising.
Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
"We don't need those little bastards. We'll make our own family."
Right. He saw their little game. They wanted to freak him out, break his mind into little pieces. He could resist.
Her lover could have been anyone; Edward or Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang, Ling Yao.
Really, who said that a woman's sex life had to end at 60? An experienced woman had a lot to offer, and Pinako was quite, quite experienced.
There was no need to go rushing off into anything now that he had his flesh and memories back and life was becoming a living experience.
There was a lot to be said for experimentation, Ed thought later, when Al was curled up in his arms as Winry fussed in the bathroom.
She clung to him so tightly that his skin was white under her fingertips.
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
"Apparently their mother never cautioned them to stay away from strangers with cars."
What the hell was he going to say when Ed and Winry asked him if he met any nice girls in Xing?
He would come to understand later that what she meant was, Iím stronger than you.
Wasn't young love grand, perfect as crystal, flawless as the summer overtures?
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
A hand was extended, and he finally, finally took it, even if he didn't use it to pull himself up.
The resemblance to the first set was so uncanny that had he not known better, Ling would have assumed she was a twin.
Pillow talk, with the Fullmetal Alchemist, was shop talk.
All he had to do was snap his fingers. Again. Again in this endless night of terror.
Endorphins then, that's what he's been missing.
He's been after her since the day they met. He'd been a newly-made Major and, at the time, the youngest State Alchemist ever. She'd been a Colonel going on Brigadier General.
"...Sir..." he tried, beginning to compose himself again. "Don't you think...ah...that this isn't very professional of either of us?"
He hates the military. Maybe he doesn't. Roy and straight-line thinking aren't on speaking terms anymore, though he likes to pretend.
There were faces more beautiful, and figures more perfect--he saw them all the time. But none had whatever it was that made him ache for her.
A small smile crept along her face--this visage made for mischief--and her tell-tale purple eyes narrowed.
Edward would speak to him, eventually. Any good dog would, and despite his obstinacy, the child could be trained.
When she prayed the next day, she only whispered the bits about sin, because how could anything that felt that good be wrong?
So soft... so completely squeezable. It would take work to make this decadent man hard.
If his past actions weren't reason enough to kill him, then this would be more than enough!
She laughs to see the grand scholar on his stomach on the floor of the living room, reading his sons a fairy tale from a fat little book.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
"You are the only one who has acknowledged me," she suddenly whispered , "since he's been gone."
"If I do not, I might begin to love you, whom I should hate."
Humans were fools, and alchemists were the worst of the lot.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
Like a sudden flashback to younger years, both Hawkeye and Havoc realized that this was as good a time as any to experiment.
Ed loved his brother, and would take his company as a roommate over anyone in the world — except one; but he made a damn lousy substitute for a girlfriend.
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Roy could order her to stay home and rest, but he couldn't keep her from cleaning.