I needed to write something, and what better than total indulgence of my insanity? I've written drabbles like these for the "Cats - Musical" section, and I just felt the need to inflict them upon the FMA fandom as well. My sincerest apologies...

(Note - anyone reading Got Your Back, I am working on the second chapter; I just happen to procrastinate about a thousand times more than Mustang...)

Disclaimer - As much as I would love to own FMA, I don't. Probably a good thing, too, considering this...

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A loud shriek erupted from the otherwise silent library, catching Al's attention immediately.

"Edward! Don't be so rough!" a voice squeaked – Sciezka? The only answer to her scolding was a grunt, a dull thud and a groan, followed by very loud, very heavy breathing.

"Hellooo…" Ed's voice said, sounding suddenly interested in something. "Looks good…"

"Show me," Sciezka demanded instantly; she immediately gasped out loud. "It's so big!"

There was another dull thud, and a squeal from the girl. Al heard Ed grunt again as his breathing once increased and became more laboured.

His soul burning from the need to blush and not knowing what else to do, Al knocked once on the door and entered swiftly.

"What are you doing?" the armour asked, pausing as his need to blush rapidly increased.

"Sciezka's helping me sort through these to try and find another lead," Ed answered, giving another grunt as he boosted the books higher up in his grip.

"Oh…" Al said faintly.

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Tut, tut, I bet you thought Ed was up to naughties with Sciezka, didn't you? You dirty-minded people, I'm ashamed...