An extreme sexualization of otherwise mundane inanimate objects: gloves, food, shoes, etc.
"Tonight," Roy breathed in his ear, tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, "there will be no safe word. Do you understand?"
"Oh my," the woman smiling broadly. "How CUTE. You are purring."
There were good things about having Mustang around, least of which was when one forgot their matches.
Alchemy, the science of turning lead into gold, was never about actual, physical transmutation.
Roy would have to remember to make Ed take a hot shower before sex; it would cut down on unpleasant cold shocks.
"I've never met a pair of virgins more ready to jump off the sexual deep end, and you are hung up on a little social rule?"
"Half the time you get surprised it's with some shit you didn't even want, the other half of the time you get surprised, you barely avoid getting killed."