A staccato knocking interrupted the otherwise silent office of Roy Mustang. In said office, he and Lieutenant Hawkeye were working quietly –Roy, diligently for once in a while. The sound had startled the man from his conversation, but Hawkeye remained as stoic and focused as ever.

"Enter," He said authoritatively. The door opened to reveal 2nd Lieutenant Havoc at attention.

"At east," Mustang said. "What have you got?"

"I'm here to report that Major Elric will be unable to perform the mission you have directly assigned to him, sir," The blond man informed.

"Oh? And why not?"

"The major is busy in Resembool," The man referenced the stack of papers in his hand as if it were a script. "Getting his automail upgraded."

"Upgraded?" The colonel questioned. "He's delaying his duties for an upgrade that is likely not strictly necessary for the efficiency of his performance?"

The lieutenant gave him a look reading that he really would rather not be in the middle of this. Nonetheless, he responded, "He left little explanation beyond the fact that he 'can do what he wants' and it had been a while since he had been upgraded anyway."

Ah, more of his 'I'm only in the military because I have to be' garble. Regardless of his motives, couldn't he show a little respect? As far as he was concerned, Ed was far too aware of the military's need to keep him in the program. If they weren't, he would've been gone the first day on the job. Then again, if the military didn't rely on him to such a degree, he would also be aware of this and likely be a tad more obedient in light of his own objectives. Mentally, the colonel wished the military hadn't put so much faith into one kid; then maybe he wouldn't run off with only a sliver of an explanation.

The soldier at the door appeared anxious to be dismissed. "Thanks," Mustang said. "You may go." The blond swiftly turned around, taking the door handle with him. A few moments after it clicked shut, Roy cleared his throat. Not a flinch from Hawkeye. He did it again, a bit more perceptibly. Finally, the 1st Lieutenant flicked her eyes up to meet the colonel's.

"I'm going to go deal with this," A resigned sigh, "situation." He stood from his desk.

"You're going to Resembool?" She asked dubiously. "Couldn't you just call?"

He gathered a few things from his desktop and shoved them in his coat pockets. "I could, but something tells me Ed wouldn't talk." A brief silence. "Besides, it's a bit stuffy in here."

The blonde narrowed her eyes, and then appeared to choose to take nothing from that statement. "Alright. See you in a few days, Colonel."

Edward had been at the Rockbell's along with his brother for a few days now, and he was actually surprised when he hadn't received a call or even a notice in response to the information regarding his unapproved leave from duty. The boy was laying across the surface upon which his mechanic was fine-tuning his upgrade, and it was times like these he really felt like a robot requiring regular maintenance.

The blonde girl moved above him, hers eyes intensely focused on her work. Ed never knew exactly what to look at when she was busy at work with his arm; she was so close to him –should he look at her? No, that's creepy: he couldn't just stare at her. What would she think? But then again, how could he not when he could practically feel her breathing on him? He often resided to staring straight to the ceiling.

Prolonged staring prompted him to get rather lost in his thoughts at times, what with nothing else to do. That is, until something like, say, Winry's breasts graze over him as she reaches for something across him and out of her reach in general.

"You know, you could just ask me to hand it to you," Ed spoke. He wondered if she knew what she was doing when she leaned that way. She had to, hadn't she?

"You always look so concentrated on something," She responded, rather disconnected herself. "I feel you wouldn't even hear me if I asked."

Edward didn't feel the need to provide a response, as the girl was already hard at work again. His head lolled to the side as he became bored again, facing the direction of the metal arm the blonde was working on. He took a moment to look at her face as she worked, his own expression stoic where hers was noticeably and obsessively focused.

Winry seemed to be finished tweaking, as she had put away her heavy tools and pulled out some light metal polish and a clean rag. She dabbed the polish in small amounts along the metal, and then began rubbing it meticulously with the cloth. Ed just watched. She worked her way up to his shoulder. He noticed her eyes flicker, and her expression changed ever so slightly. He couldn't put a finger on what her face read, but in the next second he couldn't concentrate enough to as he felt surprisingly soft cloth rub around the sensitive skin around the port of his automail.

Edward blushed, quickly flicking his head to the other side. That had felt really good. The skin was rarely touched, besides by him when it was to get achy. Winry had stopped polishing momentarily, noting his strange behavior. Instead of asking what it was about, she continues rubbing the cloth around the edge of the port. Again, the rag skimmed his skin, and this time Ed made a soft noise. The edge of her mouth curled up slightly.

She continued polishing her way around the shoulder, but this time when she met the edge of the steel, she experimentally slipped her pointer and middle finger to lightly and briefly rub the scarred tissue. This time, the boy released a quiet 'oh'. She rubbed the pad of her thumb against the skin and he squirmed in response. Soon enough, she was working her hand firmly yet carefully around the port, the polish rag draped forgotten atop his metal forearm. He was struggling not to whimper.

Edward could not process in the slightest why Winry was essentially massaging him, but he'd be damned if it didn't feel good. Her hands were really soft, and her touch wasn't too firm or too light and-

Oh.

Oh fuck.

The rest of his body had apparently also decided that the ministrations felt very good, because a certain part of him was suddenly responding rather positively. He squirmed again, trying in vain to make himself less conspicuous. When he realized to futility of his movements, he finally spoke up.

"Um, Winry?" His voice was shaky, and he still couldn't make eye contact.

"Hmm?" Her hand traveled completely off the metal, touching and squeezing along the left side of his collarbone.

"W-What are you doing?" He stuttered.

"You looked really tense," She responded simply.

"Maybe," He closed his eyes, gasping when her knuckles grazed the skin of his neck. "Maybe you should stop…"

The blonde didn't understand why he was resisting; sure, the touch was a little more than friendly, but he seemed to be enjoying it. That was until out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the now rather prominent hard-on the boy was sporting. A faint blush graced her cheeks, but otherwise she made no visible reaction. She didn't cease rubbing, and Ed's breathing had become rather audible at that point.

"Mm, Winry…" He said breathily. "I don't think-"

"Shh, it's okay…" She soothed, slowly trailing her hand down to his pecs. She rubbed with consistent pressure, working to his ribcage (namely the side) to which he responded more noticeably, squirming obviously, likely because he was ticklish there. Winry smiled.

Her hand continued its journey lower, moving ever so slowly down his torso, at a pace of which was hardly perceptible. Though, since he was on the receiving end of it, Ed knew where this was likely headed, and chose then to make eye contact with his mechanic. His eyes were questioning, the epitome of doubt, but he couldn't hold a consistent expression what with the kneading of his tanned skin. His breathing became unsteady.

Winry had finally reached his hip, her fingers dancing horizontally across his waistband until they met a rather blond happy trail. Edward's breath caught in his throat. She flattened her hand against his abdomen, thin blond hairs tickling against her palm, and she followed the trail under his waistband. He laid his head down and stared at the ceiling, preparing for contact-

"Edward! Winry!" Pinako's voice came shrill from downstairs. "Are you two done yet? Edward, you have a visitor here for you."

Shit! Edward scrambled to sit up, and Winry backed up away from him quickly, handing him his clothes. He quickly –and rather uncomfortably considering his predicament- redressed himself to meet the person who had so graciously thought to come by. Who came out to visit him out in Resembool, anyway? He practically stumbled to the staircase and quickly got his answer.

Oh, right. The military.

In the foyer stood a rather disinterested Colonel Mustang along with a rather peeved looking Granny Pinako. Apparently her disdain for the military had not wavered.

Why had the colonel gone out of his way to come all the way down here just to…what did he plan to do? Verbally scold him, or actually retrieve him? It would make sense…he did just finish getting his upgrade; the man could straight up take him now with good reason.

Something entirely different happened. Was Mustang…chuckling? Why was he laughing? Was he laughing at him? Why? He was poorly covering up his snickers with his hand. Oh shit, that's right…his body hadn't exactly calmed down yet.

The boy instinctively covered the front of his pants with both hands. "What do you want, Colonel Bastard?" He asked angrily.

Roy stopped snickering long enough to regard the boy with his business. He wasn't about to ask why the boy had a raging hard-on, especially not in front of a young and an old lady, and besides, he felt the reason was apparent enough. He presumed prolonged close contact with a young woman his age would eventually turn into something a little more intimate, regardless of whether or not that was the result of an awkward brush up. He chose to stop his train of thought, and gathered his composure.

"You don't really have a place to be regarding me with such crudeness, Fullmetal," He began calmly. "I could even go as far as to consider you AWOL. From whom did you get permission to excuse yourself from a mission to come out here?"

Edward stubbornly averted his gaze. "No one," He admitted.

Winry had been standing next to Ed over the course of the tense conversation that was unfolding. She had been fascinated with his bashful yet angry demeanor for moments, but as she watched the colonel get more heated in the argument, she was absolutely entranced by his firm and domineering body language. The man was here to get shit done.

"Exactly, Major," He said condescendingly. "Unfortunately, that mission was time-sensitive. We've already assigned an apparently more capable man to the job." He was casually inspecting his fingernails. Haughty bastard. "How do you suppose you can make up for this, Fullmetal?"

The boy blushed. "I don't know."

Winry was still staring at the man as he adjusted his uniform. She absolutely despised everything the military stood for; it was something she had grown up feeling, and now in her late teens, it was a feeling that wouldn't be swayed with any ease, or at all. Yet, she was entirely captivated by this man. He'd come over before, hadn't he? Why was she just now noticing his powerful countenance? The determined, yet subdued gleam in his eyes? His clean-cut, yet casual appearance? Most importantly, why was she thinking about it now?

Oh, crap. Was she blushing? Was it visible? As Mustang's patience began to slip as he was yelling at the intransigent boy, she noticed for a split second that his eyes met hers. Okay, now her blush had to definitely have been visible. If he noticed, he probably chalked it up to the same reason Ed had had a boner (which was incidentally not evident any more) –intimacy during his upgrade. After all that pretty much was what it had been. However, that was not the reason she was blushing, but the colonel wouldn't know that.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you," He admitted, unmistakably frustrated.

"You can stay here for a bit to figure it out!" Winry had blurted. All eyes were on her; Edward's were aggravated and taken aback, Roy's were purely surprised, and Pinako offered an expression that read 'really?' She blushed deeper. Not surprisingly, Ed was the first to speak.

"No way!" He said loudly. He leaned in and spoke just to her in an angry hushed tone, "Why would you offer?" All she could do was shrug before the colonel spoke next.

"I was granted a few days from the office to come out here," He informed. "However, I am in no position to be an inconvenience to your ever-so-gracious grandmother." Roy had no idea why the blond had offered for him to stay so quickly; he attributed it to hospitality, but he could swear he read something ulterior from her body language.

"Damn right, you're not!" The woman admonished.

"Come on granny, where's he gonna go?" The boys remained silent.

"No doubt he's loaded," She said passively. "There are inns in Resembool."

"But that'd be rude! It's not very hospitable," She pathetically reasoned. Roy stared at her. "He's Ed's superior officer, after all. Shouldn't we be nice?"

At this point, Pinako herself was also confused. Why was she defending the man to such an extent? He being Ed's superior was, in her mind, more reason for him to get the hell out. Winry, however, seemed dead set on having the man stay. Was that even necessary?

Pinako dropped her defense. "Alright," She said. "Don't see why it's such a big deal."

At that point, Edward seemed to be thinking exclusively in exclamation points, and Roy stammered out his thanks. He didn't see a reason not to stay; the place was comfortable and quaint, not to mention free. At this rate he didn't have to wonder what to do with Ed until later.

"W-What? Are you kidding?" The blond was appalled. "You're letting him stay here?"

"I don't see why not," Pinako said. "Unless you have a problem." Roy looked to Edward, his expression unreadable. He glared in return. The man had the audacity to smirk. Smug bastard.

"No," Ed resolved. "I don't mind." As if he really had a say in the matter. Winry smiled widely, and the boy noticed. He looked at her, concerned about her thought process. He decided her motives were, in the end, indecipherable.

"I'm going to the market and see if I can't find Al," He informed, moving past Roy and leaving out the front door without another word.

"We're having a late dinner," Pinako informed him. "Should be ready in about an hour. Winry, why don't you show him to the guest room?"

"Oh, yes!" She moved toward him. Pinako receded into the kitchen. "Did you bring a suitcase or something?"

"I have a light traveling bag in my car, I'll go get it." He turned around and walked out of the house. Winry waited for him, not moving a step.

Roy went to the car, contemplating for a moment the situation he was in. He was under the impression that the young woman hated him and what he stood for, simply because he was in the military. He couldn't help but wonder what had motivated her to fight for him to be able to stay. The girl's cheeks had flushed rather noticeably, but that definitely couldn't have been because of him. Or, could it have?

Did she have a crush on him or something?

No, that doesn't make much sense. Everyone could see (besides, apparently, Ed himself) that Miss Rockbell has feelings for the eldest Elric. Right? Had to be. She must have just been a naturally cordial girl. He shook his head from any notions that may have threatened to follow that particular train of thought, unlocked his car, hastily snatched the bag, and closed the door again. When he came back inside, Winry was right where he had left her. How very attentive of her.

"The guest room is this way," She said, smiling. Roy couldn't help but offer a friendly smile in return. She led him to a small room containing a clean-looking queen sized bed, a nightstand, and a small dresser. "Will this work?"

"It's perfect," He said. "Thank you." He set his bag on the bed. Winry lingered in the doorway, her hand on the knob, intending to give him his privacy. Except her feet wouldn't move from where they were planted.

Roy had his back turned to the door as be began the very complicated process of undoing his uniform's jacket. He always wondered if it was completely necessary for there to be buttons and a zipper. He eventually removed the article, a light blue button up remaining underneath. The girl still hadn't moved from her spot. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. He began undoing the pants to his uniform, and a voice in the back of Winry's mind screamed leave, but the rest of her didn't seem willing to listen.

As the man in front of her began moving the fabric over his hips, a small squeak came forth from the back of her throat. Quickly realizing she had made a noise, she pulled the door in front of her, peeking embarrassedly from beyond the wood.

Roy couldn't help but smirk. "Like what you see?"

Edward was right, Winry thought. He was a smug bastard.

"I-I um…" The girl's face was red, and now when she really wished her feet would move, they were stuck there now more than ever. He casually zipped his fly back up, and walked a few steps toward the door. Winry gripped at it for dear life.

Roy scanned her eyes, trying to read the girl. It was pretty obvious that she was flustered, and that was enough for him to begin to gage with accuracy what he was capable of without crossing any sort of line. He lifted his hand to her chin, causing her to look into his dark eyes.

"What are you here for, Miss Rockbell? Or really, what am I here for?" He questioned, his tone low.

"I, um, you were…" She hopelessly stuttered, not able to form a coherent sentence, practically hypnotized by his intense gaze. His eyes dropped to her open lips, and the girl gasped, letting go of the door.

He pulled her chin forward just a little bit, moving her mouth closer to his lips. She was paralyzed as his lips ever so slightly grazed her soft ones, breath catching in her throat. He moved his hands to cup her jaw, and Winry's hands remained suspended mid-air, both out of surprise and lack of idea as to where to put them. She eventually decided, boldly enough, to place them on his sides. She played with the thin fabric wrinkling between her fingers, prompting him to intensify the kiss.

Roy's tongue slid from between his lips and to hers, where although she gasped, she opened her mouth slightly to feel his slick tongue assertively slip between her lips. She mewled lightly at the sensation. A deft hand moved to her hair tie and pulled it gently yet swiftly, releasing her blond hair from its ponytail.

The same voice in the back of her head that had told her earlier to leave was now asking about her real love interest who, not only did she think herself to be very interested in, could be returning with Al at any given time. Though she had no established relationship with Ed, she was really starting to think that she liked him…or so she thought. The angel on her shoulder told her to back up now and leave, but the devil on her other shoulder moaned with her when Roy's tongue flicked the roof of her mouth.

He began running his finger through her long strands of hair, freeing it and also acting as a soothing medium. Her hands moved up his torso, and she could feel his toned pectorals through the light fabric of his button-up. He moved his hands to her shoulders, pulling her further into the room, and further into his grasps. She clumsily kicked the door shut and followed his movements.

He guided her, not breaking the kiss, until he fell onto the bed, Winry on top of him. She removed her lips from his, moving to get his bag out of the way. Once she had precariously placed it onto the floor, she met his gaze again, her legs on either side of his hips. They were wearing similar expressions, and neither of them felt a need to exchange words.

She dipped down again to kiss him roughly, catching him off guard. Her torso flattened against his, pressing her breasts against his chest. The short skirt she was wearing left no restricted access to her panties, which were incidentally against the crotch of his uniform. Roy hissed at this realization. It was Winry's turn to be smug, as she started gyrating her hips against his.

"Fuck," He growled as he felt his boner reach its full length. To pour salt into the wound, she began placing light kisses down the side of his neck. He briefly wondered how a young woman such as herself had learned to be such a tease. Deciding he couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed her firmly, catching her off guard, and flipping her underneath him. His stance above her was nothing short of predatory. Where it should logically scare her, his hungry expression turned her on –she let him know, too, by pulling him down by the neck into another strong kiss.

Roy placed a firm left hand at her upper thigh, lightly stroking his thumb back and forth across her smooth skin. He gripped her hip tightly with his right hand, and she held firm at his collar. His left hand began suggestively moving to her inner thigh, and she adjusted by moving her legs further apart slightly. He took this subtle movement as encouragement and began trailing his hand slowly up her skin until he felt fabric.

Winry broke the kiss, gasping audibly. She lolled her head to the side, and Roy took the opportunity to plant kisses along her neck, sucking lightly to see her reaction. Where her breathing increased, he took it as cue to keep doing so. He moved the lip of her skirt upward to rest on her stomach, and then slid his fingers back in between her legs. He began stroking her very lightly –almost teasingly- through her panties, which were sequentially damp. She writhed in response, desperately trying to grind herself against his fingers. He smirked, and then pressed firmly at her core.

He moved his hand towards the waistline of her panties and then dipped beneath them, moving the hand until his middle fingers was hovering just above her entrance. He then slowly trailed his finger up her slit. She moaned audibly in response. Calloused fingers began stroking gently, stroking around her entrance. He experimentally pushed one of his fingers in, keeping a watchful eye on her expression. She bit her lip, and he pushed the finger further in. He continuously dipped the finger in and out of her.

"Colonel," Winry said breathlessly. "M-more…" He smiled at her again, and then added a second finger, causing her to stiffen. In an effort to relax her once more, he placed wet kisses across her throat, eliciting delicious noises from the girl below him. He began finger-fucking her rather intensely, pulling both fingers out and then shoving them back in at a quick pace. He hooked his fingers inside her, namely to see how she would respond.

"Nnn…" The noise tumbled from her lips. She brought her hands down to fist the sheets. He brought the thumb from the same hand to rub gently at her clit. At the sudden and intense sensation, she lifted her hips from the bed, calling his title out again.

"If you k-keep doing that," She began shakily. "I'm going to come…" It was a fair warning. The colonel continued his ministrations, except faster. The very next time his thumb brush against her clit, her muscles clenched down on his fingers, and she came with a drawn-out moan. She was breathing heavily as he maintained eye contact and removed his hand from his underwear, and then practically made a show of sucking her juices off his fingers.

Roy leaned down next to her ear. "You're hot when you come…" He licked the shell of her ear, and she visibly shuddered.

"Colonel," She was without breath. "Will you…will you fuck me?"

He looked at her for a moment with wide eyes, and then began trailing kisses from her ear all the way down to her collarbone. "How can I resist when you ask me to like that?" He said quietly against her hot skin. He brought both hands to her hips and began pulling down her skirt and panties in one go, watching her expression cautiously.

Once the garments were removed, he sat up on her lap and began to undo the button to his pants. Winry brought her hands to his, stopping him.

"Let me to it," She insisted. She quickly undid the button and pulled down the zipper as he watched her, entranced. She pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free him from the restraint and he visibly exhaled. She brought a tentative hand to the base of his shaft and stoked upward slowly, once. He bent over again, hovering over her, and her hand didn't move from his erect cock.

She was pumping him gently; he hung his head at the feeling. Her hand was incredibly soft. She distributed his pre-cum along his shaft and began pumping more solidly. His breathing became labored as he slowly moved his hand to her wrist, stopping her motions. She gave him a questioning look.

"You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?" He explained in a rhetorical question. She blushed and moved her hand. He gripped the base of his own dick, and then ran the tip up and down her slit a few times, causing her to gasp with anticipation.

Roy then guided himself to her entrance, lining himself up. He looked again at her face to make sure it was okay. When he saw that she looked as though she were bracing for impact, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly, and then begin slipping himself into her slick heat. He groaned at the overwhelming feeling; she was incredibly tight. This was likely her first time. The thought of being the one to take her virginity inexplicably heightened his pleasure.

He began thrusting into her slowly, cautiously. She eyed him desperately, moving her hips against his, striving for the fullness he could make her feel. He picked up his pace, getting lost quickly in the intense pleasure as her tight muscles massaged his straining length. She then boldly and firmly grabbed his ass, guiding him further and harder into her.

"Shit," Winry cursed. "Colonel Mustang…" Her voice was laced with pure lust, hitting his ears and fueling his arousal.

The movement of his hips became near erratic as he felt the heat pooling in his abdomen. The blonde's gasps climbed higher and higher until he moved his hand again to her slit and began using his middle finger to stroke her clit.

"A-Ah! Colonel!" She all but yelled as she came, lifting her hips and changed the angle of his quick thrusting. This, combined with her now spasming muscles, sent him practically flying over the edge as he came inside her, a long groan accompanying his release.

Roy pulled out slowly, trying to control his breathing. He collapsed lazily at her side, wrapping an arm around her. She blushed at the almost endearing action.

"Move the…the covers," He said. Wow, he was really exhausted. Winry did as she was told, pulling the covers down. He crawled under them and the motioned for her to join him, which she did so happily.

"By the way, Al," Edward started, his tone unhappy. "Colonel Bastard's paying us a visit."

"Really?" He sounded genuinely surprised. "Why?"

"Because I skipped out on some stupid mission he assigned to me," He grumbled.

"Sounds like you had it coming."

"Hey, who's side are you on?" He teased.

They had reached the porch to the home, grocery bags in hand. Alphonse was glad Ed had shown up out of nowhere because there were a considerable number of bags to carry. The older brother all but kicked the door down in an effort to get it open while holding brown paper sacks. Once inside, the two made their way to the kitchen and began placing the bags on the table. Pinako greeted them warmly.

"Hello boys," She said. "Dinner's just about ready. Ed, will you go tell Winry as well as the Colonel?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He exited the kitchen and then made his way to Winry's bedroom, which was a few rooms before the guest room. He knocked firmly.

"Winry?" He spoke. "Winry, food's ready, are you-" He pushed the door open to find the room empty. Huh.

He walked slowly down the hallway toward the guest bedroom. He pressed his ear up against the door, listening through the wood; all he heard was the faint rustling of bed sheets. Again, he knocked firmly, which was practically useless considering he barged in the next second anyway.

"Hey bastard, have you seen-" He stopped in his tracks. In the bed lay his superior officer, one arm behind his head, another arm wrapped around the blond girl's shoulders. She was snuggled against his torso. At the sight of Ed, Winry quickly scrambled out of the bed, looking for her panties. He couldn't help but blush profusely.

"What the fuck, Mustang?" He began angrily. "You're here for a single hour and you've seduced Winry?" The colonel made no move to defend himself, or even look embarrassed about the situation; both his arms were behind his head casually.

Winry was pulling up her skirt. "It's not like I didn't consent to it, Ed!" She shot back. "I can think for myself, you know."

Edward looked at her, appalled. "Winry, it's Colonel Mustang. My superior officer. Member of the military?"

She shrugged, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah, and he knows what he's doing."

The smug bastard winked at him from the bed.