Not related to vehicular motion.
"Hi Brother!" the other end of the phone chirped, and Ed's shoulders immediately went from tense to jelly.
This was getting crazy. He knew that his college years ran equivalent with his sexual peak, but honestly?
He could imagine the words Fix typed as coming from his brother, and it afforded him a little bit of indulgence in his horrible, sinful, uncontrollable urges.
It wasn't enough just to know what chemical components went into a human body, not if the structural knowledge was completely lacking.
Endorphins then, that's what he's been missing.
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
Something that wasn't quite narcissism, wasn't quite masturbation.
Of course, the jar was really the professional female companionship fund; or, as Ed liked to sarcastically call it, the pussy kitty.
There was something extremely satisfying about Ed's body.
As far as Edward was concerned it could just take for-damn-ever if it wanted because thatís how long he could go without taking to the Bastard.