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Apple Pie
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"You know Ed, they said that the pie would taste better with a cup of warm milk."
Edward Elric, now eighteen years old, made a face that looked like a five years old when his childhood friend mentioned the white liquid he swore he'd never drink. He couldn't believe that the girl still tried to make him drink milk despite she knew how much he hated milk.
He, however, had no reason to drink the, uh, disgusting thing. He was not a kid and he wasn't so sho- uh, he was taller now. She had told him that milk was good for his health but hey, he never heard that there had been someone die because they didn't drink milk. He had tried to reason with his mechanic that there were many healthy drink that less disgusting than milk but she kept insisting.
Sometime he wondered whether it was because he was afraid of her or just because he loved her too much that in the end he would (pretend to) drink the milk.
"The apple pie tastes better without milk," Edward said lazily as he took another slice of the pie.
"How do you know? You never even try it!"
She had her hands on her hips. He knew if he didn't do something-either drinking the milk or distracting her-she'd hit him with that big shiny deadly metal thing.
He scratched the first choice.
He smirked and ate his pie in a way that (he hoped) was seductive enough to distract her.
"I knew something tasted better than milk," he took her hand and pulled her so she sat on his lap, he smirked when he saw her blush.
Edward leaned toward the girl and licked her lips sensually. She moaned and closed her eyes, hoping that he'd kiss her but he only pecked her and pulled away. She opened her eyes and frowned.
He smiled sexily and whispered to her ear, "you tasted much better."
Lucky for him, she did forget about the milk as soon as he kissed her again.