Temptation

Ed x Femme!Alfons

"Alfons…what are you wearing?"

Well, the answer to that question would have been "Why nothing Edward darling, why don't we just go in the back room and get it on like wild animals already?" if Edward Elric had anything to do with it; the woman (very masculine-looking woman…who was oddly cute in her own way...and no, her enormous breasts had nothing to do with it either) in question however was sitting quite oblivious on the couch, running her fingers through her short hair as that…cursed…godforsaken…thing hung off her chest, giving him a great view but at the same time obstructing what he wanted to see, dammit!

"Oh, this?" Alfons had to push the tube-top out, didn't she? She just had to open it up as if to give him a peek, look down at her own breasts (that he didn't get to see yet, damn it!) before snapping it back into place. "Winry let me borrow it; at least until my clothes dry." She paused, blinking in that ungodly cute way that made him want to start ramming her against the cushions—though despite the fact that she was weaker than him, she had a scream that could wake the dead and Winry would be more than happy to throw a well-aimed wrench towards his crotch to save the poor woman.

"Why?" Alfons asked. "Does it look that bad? I feel a bit naked without long sleeves and pants, but Winry told me I looked fine so I went with her idea…"

Naked. Edward's eyebrow twitched.

"N-no! You look fine!" More than fine, he should have said, though he kept his big mouth shut.

"Though…it isn't as constricting as I thought it would be. I've never heard of Tube Tops before, so when she told me about them, I was a bit skeptical…"

Constricting? Ohhh, she had no idea. Damn it all to hell, why did he have to wear leather? Luckily Alfons was oblivious, or else he would have really had a hard time hiding the lump that was forming in the crotch of his pants.

Oh fuck—if it kept doing this, he was going to chafe.

"Edward?"

Alfons was giving him the eyes again. The 'adorably curious' Alfons eyes, and she was blushing, blushing, tilting her head to the si—DAMN IT!

"Yeah?"

"Do men here like it when women wear these sorts of clothes?"

In hindsight, he shouldn't have said 'yes' so openly. So eagerly, dammit.

Because she wore it the next day, too.