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.
On the first night, he comes to her as her teacher.
Somehow, this volunteer assignment wasn't starting out exactly the way she'd hoped it would.
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.
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
So soft... so completely squeezable. It would take work to make this decadent man hard.
Roy Mustang still doesn't entirely understand First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Perhaps he never will.
She had heard all the lines before. Pinako was a female in a mostly male line of work, after all.
Pillow talk, with the Fullmetal Alchemist, was shop talk.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
Winry had been confused by the birthday present she received from Gracia, this year.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
If his past actions weren't reason enough to kill him, then this would be more than enough!
A small smile crept along her face--this visage made for mischief--and her tell-tale purple eyes narrowed.
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.
A hand was extended, and he finally, finally took it, even if he didn't use it to pull himself up.
"Fuhrer my ass," Edward said. "He's still nothing but a perverted old man."
She laughs readily, but no one else, he's sure, has ever seen the double-takes with which she greets his successful deadpan strikes.
Endorphins then, that's what he's been missing.
Edward would speak to him, eventually. Any good dog would, and despite his obstinacy, the child could be trained.
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.
"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?
Right. He saw their little game. They wanted to freak him out, break his mind into little pieces. He could resist.
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.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
Edward was like on a dog on a too-short leash, so close to the bone but unable to taste it.
When he comes to, the blue light of the alchemical reaction is fading, and the air is thick with smoke.
"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.
“You just need to make it clear to him that he may have an opinion on the matter, but in the end, you’re the one who’s going to be doing all the work. Roy and I had that discussion months ago, and he’s been very cooperative ever since.”
Roy Mustang often looked back on his wedding night, recalling what he had thought about his subordinates; even now, they were his family, his safety, his friends.
Her lover could have been anyone; Edward or Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang, Ling Yao.
They kissed only once. She tasted like ashes and brine.
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
From saint to sinner, from mother to whoreâ€¦ She was far more beautiful in death than she'd ever been in life.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
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"We don't need those little bastards. We'll make our own family."
A pure and virtuous soul was nothing short of surprising.
He hates the military. Maybe he doesn't. Roy and straight-line thinking aren't on speaking terms anymore, though he likes to pretend.
All he had to do was snap his fingers. Again. Again in this endless night of terror.
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.
"If I do not, I might begin to love you, whom I should hate."