Edward turned toward the door of the outer office that led into the hall.

"Al and I are going to your place to wait for you. Since the two of you insist that you teach me to cook, Al is coming with me." he turned back to look at the colonel, who was standing between Havoc, who was seated with the rest of the crew at the table, and Hawkeye, who was at her desk.

The colonel eyed him wryly. "I have no objections."

"Good. Give me your keys," Ed replied and stuck out his flesh hand.

Mustang fumbled in his pocket and held them out. Edward had to cross the room to get them and he did, but when he reached the colonel, Mustang lifted them above his head and smirked down at the nineteen year old as Ed's hand followed the colonel's upward. He couldn't reach.

Fuery let out and exasperated sound, Havoc and Breda snickered and whispered to each other, Falman had been ignoring the entire exchange and Hawkeye was carefully counting the amount of minutes the colonel had been away from his desk. He was safe from her for now.

Edward wasn't happy about the look on the colonel's face. He looked so pleased with himself and he assumed that the colonel knew he took the action as a quip at his height.

Instead of jumping to get the keys, he lowered his hand to his chest, palm up, and stepped closer to Mustang. In his most silky, sexy voice he could muster he stood up on his toes and leaned in as close as he could to the colonel's face and said, "I own a pair of four inch thigh high leather stilettos."

All of the paper shuffling stopped and Ed had no doubt that everybody in the room was now looking at them.

Mustang's eyes widened and he instantly lowered his hand into Edwards palm, leaving the keys there, and involuntarily leaned closer to the teen's face.

Edward responded by closing his fingers around the keys and inching even closer till their noses were almost touching and whispering, "And there are garter attachments."

The colonel's eyes got even wider and his lips slightly parted as though he were in pain as he dropped to his knees and whimpered.

Satisfied with the Flame Alchemist's reaction, Edward took a step back and bent down so that his and the colonel's faces were close again. He had already pocketed the keys, so he placed both of his palms on the colonel's cheeks and placed a firm, chaste kiss on Mustang's mouth.

Havoc frowned around his cigarette and passed a few bills to Breda who poked him in the shoulder and took the money, Fuery gasped and Hawkeye and Falman continued to ignore the two.

Edward pulled away from the kiss to see a pained and shocked expression on Mustang's face.

"Think about that," he whispered and straightened. He took a long look at the colonel, who was obviously aroused and smirked at his handiwork, and then he turned and left through the door, humming happily to himself.

Just a small bit that I thought of while reading The Bet of the Year by jarnsaxa, another FanFiction author. Only here, there may have been a bet and Roy is is pain and the both of them know they like the other, but they've never kissed. Roy is almost done with his month here and this is their first kiss.

Haha! Let me know what you think about it. I liked it.

I'd also love to see Edward in a pair of thigh high leather stilletos. MMmm-mm!