They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
When he comes to, the blue light of the alchemical reaction is fading, and the air is thick with smoke.
"...Sir..." he tried, beginning to compose himself again. "Don't you think...ah...that this isn't very professional of either of us?"
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
"You are the only one who has acknowledged me," she suddenly whispered , "since he's been gone."
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
Winry had been confused by the birthday present she received from Gracia, this year.
He hates the military. Maybe he doesn't. Roy and straight-line thinking aren't on speaking terms anymore, though he likes to pretend.
Wasn't young love grand, perfect as crystal, flawless as the summer overtures?
Her lover could have been anyone; Edward or Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang, Ling Yao.
A pure and virtuous soul was nothing short of surprising.
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.
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
She clung to him so tightly that his skin was white under her fingertips.
She laughs readily, but no one else, he's sure, has ever seen the double-takes with which she greets his successful deadpan strikes.
All he had to do was snap his fingers. Again. Again in this endless night of terror.
Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
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.
The smart thing to do would be to cut and run, but somehow that just didn't seem manly. And Ed was not going to look like a girl in front of this creep.
Endorphins then, that's what he's been missing.
"Apparently their mother never cautioned them to stay away from strangers with cars."
She had heard all the lines before. Pinako was a female in a mostly male line of work, after all.
"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.
"Come on," he snorted. "As if I could say no to Al AND Winly looking at me like that."
He's getting so awfully, awfully tired of pictures, but they won't just stop coming.
The room had gotten hot and stuffy, and there was sweat on both of his hands, though the sheen on the automail had not come from his own body.
So soft... so completely squeezable. It would take work to make this decadent man hard.
"If I do not, I might begin to love you, whom I should hate."
They kissed only once. She tasted like ashes and brine.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
A hand was extended, and he finally, finally took it, even if he didn't use it to pull himself up.
Her original name had been Mary, like the mother of Jesus, and Hohenheim had found that noteworthy; something to comment on, if only in passing.
“Envy,” she murmured in her brother’s ear. “I need a favor.”
Roy could order her to stay home and rest, but he couldn't keep her from cleaning.
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...
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
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.
He would come to understand later that what she meant was, I’m stronger than you.
On the first night, he comes to her as her teacher.
Edward was like on a dog on a too-short leash, so close to the bone but unable to taste it.
"Fuhrer my ass," Edward said. "He's still nothing but a perverted old man."
The sheer naughtiness of it all was unexpectedly exciting, and she found herself trembling even before the cold steel met her skin.
Humans were fools, and alchemists were the worst of the lot.
From saint to sinner, from mother to whoreâ€¦ She was far more beautiful in death than she'd ever been in life.
When she prayed the next day, she only whispered the bits about sin, because how could anything that felt that good be wrong?
It was as if there was an invisible box Edward carried with him, keeping a careful several inches between him and the rest of the world at all times.
If his past actions weren't reason enough to kill him, then this would be more than enough!
The kid had said she was into ... different things, but in all his years Greed could not recall ever having found eggs a helpful sex aide.