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.
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.
Edward would speak to him, eventually. Any good dog would, and despite his obstinacy, the child could be trained.
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Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
"Apparently their mother never cautioned them to stay away from strangers with cars."
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.
"You are the only one who has acknowledged me," she suddenly whispered , "since he's been gone."
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
He would come to understand later that what she meant was, I’m stronger than you.
When she prayed the next day, she only whispered the bits about sin, because how could anything that felt that good be wrong?
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.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
A hand was extended, and he finally, finally took it, even if he didn't use it to pull himself up.
A small smile crept along her face--this visage made for mischief--and her tell-tale purple eyes narrowed.
"We don't need those little bastards. We'll make our own family."
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.
Winry had been confused by the birthday present she received from Gracia, this year.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
She laughs readily, but no one else, he's sure, has ever seen the double-takes with which she greets his successful deadpan strikes.
Edward was like on a dog on a too-short leash, so close to the bone but unable to taste it.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
When he comes to, the blue light of the alchemical reaction is fading, and the air is thick with smoke.
Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
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...
If his past actions weren't reason enough to kill him, then this would be more than enough!
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.
"Fuhrer my ass," Edward said. "He's still nothing but a perverted old man."
Roy Mustang still doesn't entirely understand First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Perhaps he never will.
All he had to do was snap his fingers. Again. Again in this endless night of terror.
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
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.
Zinnsoldat, they named it, the Tin Soldier, in reference to their former service and in acknowledgement of their current uselessness.
What the hell was he going to say when Ed and Winry asked him if he met any nice girls in Xing?
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
"Come on," he snorted. "As if I could say no to Al AND Winly looking at me like that."
Like a sudden flashback to younger years, both Hawkeye and Havoc realized that this was as good a time as any to experiment.
Somehow, this volunteer assignment wasn't starting out exactly the way she'd hoped it would.
“Envy,” she murmured in her brother’s ear. “I need a favor.”
When the lines didn't matter, when the lungs weren't working in labor of sweet industry worlds, then it was so easy to see where they might be all born of the same blood.
He hates the military. Maybe he doesn't. Roy and straight-line thinking aren't on speaking terms anymore, though he likes to pretend.
"...Sir..." he tried, beginning to compose himself again. "Don't you think...ah...that this isn't very professional of either of us?"
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They kissed only once. She tasted like ashes and brine.
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.