Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Ping Pong

Ping. Pong. Ping. Pong.

"Yeah, GOTCHA!" Edward shrieked, lunging forward in an attempt to smash the ball, his automail arm transformed into a racket. To his great disappointment, his opponent happened to have an even better aim. The Flame Alchemist smirked smugly as he gracefully smashed the ball back to his lover.

"Aaargh, goddamnit Roy!" Ed moaned after yet another miss. "This game is stupid!"

"From what I recall, you were the one who insisted on playing table tennis today," Roy said, still smirking. "But since this seems to become an easy victory for me, I guess it would be a good idea to stop now. I wouldn't want to hurt your ego more than necessary... midget."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE COULD GET STUCK IN A PING PONG BALL AND NOT BE ABLE TO GET OUT BECAUSE HE'S SO SMALL THAT NO ONE WOULD NOTICE THAT HE'S STUCK IN THERE!"

Roy laughed and leaned over, pulling down the fuming blonde from the top of the table into a kiss that took his breath away.

"How about playing a different game, then?" the Flame breathed suggestively in Ed's ear, causing a chill to run down the blonde's spine. "Something more... exciting?"

The two alchemists managed to get home in ten minutes flat.