Imagine your OTP the morning after their first time making love. Person A wakes up before Person B and admires their naked body cuddled up next to them. Person A gently runs their fingers over Person B's back and down over their backside, trying carefully not to wake them.

Edward Elric stretched his body, being in a happy state between light sleep and awakedness. He glanced at the clock; 8.38 AM. No need to get up yet, but with the Amestrian State Military you never knew when you would be called in again. That damn war with Aerugo had cost him 11 years he should've spent with Rose.

Wait. Rose.

Ed quickly sat up and frantically turned his head around the bedroom while squeezing the life out of his blankets to make sure he was truly back at Risembul. That the gently decorated room wasn't just another half-dream illusion.

Where was Rose? Rose was never present in those hallucinations, and he prayed to whatever greater being that his beloved wife insisted was real that she was there.

He had never ceased to worry about her unless she was in plain sight, ever since she had been raped at the tender age of fourteen. If he was still back in his tent at the front line and this was an illusion after all, he hoped she was alright.

He realized that he was overreacting. How stupid of him to assume that he was still back there.

- You idiot, he muttered to himself. You're not at the Aerugian border anymore. That war is over since months.

Ed inhaled deeply, successfully calming himself down. He lied back down and turned over to his left only to be stunned and - though he would never admit it - slightly aroused; Rose was lying beside him, with her torso exposed save for her arms that were sticking out before her, covering her chest to a small degree. Edward felt his cheeks heat up; what had she been doing last night?

Edward's cheeks heated even more at the thought of what he could have been doing last night.

- Hhunhh...

The sleepy groan that spilled from the woman's soft lips took her husband in for a gentle awakening of last night's activites. Sudden pictures - hazy, blurred pictures, but still pictures - slipped through Edward's mind. Each picture stayed long enough for the thirty year old to soak up what had been taking place in what happened to be his and Rose's bedroom. His blush disappeared and the slightly shocked and embarassed expression turned into a gentle smile.

- Oh Rosie, he chuckled, careful not to wake her. My sweet, delicate Rosie.

He looked at her, drinking her body with his gaze. Rose's naked body was truly one of the most admirable sights he had experienced.

Edward felt the need to touch her, so he moved closer and reached over to her back. He started stroking it, somewhat amazed over how soft and smooth her skin felt to the touch of his left hand.

This woman wasn't just visual appeal. She was kind, smart, strong, upbeat and able to take care of herself and others.

Rose wasn't perfect; she was better.

He started wondering if he truly deserved something so alike an angel. Hopefully, he did, since she was laying beside him so peacefully.

Edward Elric kissed Rose Thomas-Elric's forehead and said with smile,

- Good morning, sweetheart.

So, uh yeah. I did the thing as best I could.

Edward was very out of character, but I guess sometimes people have to do these kinds of things. XD

First story, please leave a review (but only if you want).

Oh yeah, random headcanon coming up:

When Ed and Rose's first night happened, they did it six times. Edward made sure to pleasure Rose a lot.

Yep, totally unecessary.