( I do NOT own fma, or any of its characters. This is only for viewers and their pleasure in reading this. However, I do own the stories plot.

Martel looked over at Greed, sure he was a jerk but there was somthing about the well muscled homologous, but she didn't know what.

She however, knew that Greed would never truly love her, if he could love. He was Greed after all, he would always want more women. But it was hard not to be attracted to him, he had a lean, muscular, body, and he was devilishly handsome.

Still, Martel thought, he would never notice someone like me. I'm not good enough for him. He's given all of us a place to live and made us all a family. I could never do anything to get him to notice me.

She, however, was wrong.

Greed glanced at Martel as she handled the bar. She was beatiful, strong, and proabably the most interesting women he had ever met. Yet, he knew he could never have her. And that only made him want her more. He liked the little games they played. He knew she felt somthing for him, at least a little bit, bit she was stubborn. At least, she seemed to be.

Greed walked over to the bar, "Hey doll, what about we go walk around town? The others can watch the bar."

"Maybe later, I still need to get work done around here. I wouldnt let the others do more work because I wanted to walk around town."

"Oh they won't notice. Besides, I haven't had the time to talk to you sweet."

"stop with the nicknames already, I have work to do." Martel said as she walked past Greed to get someone their drink.

Martel was always stubborn. But she really did want to walk around with him. It wasn't everyday Greed was free to do things. Especially on Saturday night. After getting the man his drink Martel walked back to Greed.

"Fine. I'll go." She said.

The summer air outside was cool, the perfect temperature to go outside in. No annoying coats today. Martel and Greed walked around a little bit, he walked in a casual stride. Martel couldn't help but look at the clothes he was wearing. She noticed how tight his shirt was, she could see the outlines of his well toned body.

"See somthing you like?" He asked slyly

"...I...just never noticed how tight your shirt was." Martel replied. Talking as if it was no big deal he just caught her staring at his chest.

The night continued while they walked around, just talking about the lab and other things that happened in each other's days.

"so that's why you should never let Dorochet near your shoes." Martel laughed.

"oh gosh. I'm never trusting him near my leather boots!" Greed laughed.

There was an awkward silence between the two of them as they stared into each other's eyes. They both quickly looked away, blushing.

"Hey Martel.."

"Yes?"

"Its just...why are you so stubborn around me? I know you like me."

"I...I do not! We're just...good friends!" She yelled. But a little voice in the back of her head was telling her yes, she did like him.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I just don't ever want to get into a relationship ever again.."

"why?"

"the last man I was in a relationship loved me a lot. His name was David and he was one of the nicest people I had ever met...just after the war...he called me a freak... he said I should just die looking like I am now." Martel sobbed. She had never cried in a long, long, time. And she was finally letting it all out.

"Martel...shhh...I would never, ever hurt you." Greed said as he wrapped his strong arms around her. He kissed the top of her head as he held her tightly. Martel stopped crying and looked up at him.

"How do I know? How do I know you're lying to me?...I know you never lie...but I'm scared. I'm scared you'll turn out like him."

Martel slipped out of his arms and ran back to the Devils Nest.