She laughs readily, but no one else, he's sure, has ever seen the double-takes with which she greets his successful deadpan strikes.
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
Her lover could have been anyone; Edward or Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang, Ling Yao.
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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.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
When he comes to, the blue light of the alchemical reaction is fading, and the air is thick with smoke.
All he had to do was snap his fingers. Again. Again in this endless night of terror.
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.
He hates the military. Maybe he doesn't. Roy and straight-line thinking aren't on speaking terms anymore, though he likes to pretend.
"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.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
A small smile crept along her face--this visage made for mischief--and her tell-tale purple eyes narrowed.
Roy Mustang still doesn't entirely understand First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Perhaps he never will.
So soft... so completely squeezable. It would take work to make this decadent man hard.
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Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
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.
“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.”
He's getting so awfully, awfully tired of pictures, but they won't just stop coming.
"You are the only one who has acknowledged me," she suddenly whispered , "since he's been gone."
She clung to him so tightly that his skin was white under her fingertips.
Humans were fools, and alchemists were the worst of the lot.
Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
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.
She had heard all the lines before. Pinako was a female in a mostly male line of work, after all.
If his past actions weren't reason enough to kill him, then this would be more than enough!
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.
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.
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.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
Endorphins then, that's what he's been missing.
He would come to understand later that what she meant was, I’m stronger than you.
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.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
The sheer naughtiness of it all was unexpectedly exciting, and she found herself trembling even before the cold steel met her skin.
"Fuhrer my ass," Edward said. "He's still nothing but a perverted old man."
“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.
From saint to sinner, from mother to whoreâ€¦ She was far more beautiful in death than she'd ever been in life.
Winry had been confused by the birthday present she received from Gracia, this year.
Right. He saw their little game. They wanted to freak him out, break his mind into little pieces. He could resist.
Pillow talk, with the Fullmetal Alchemist, was shop talk.
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.
Zinnsoldat, they named it, the Tin Soldier, in reference to their former service and in acknowledgement of their current uselessness.