Spoot: I have a bad feeling about this...
Ed: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Spoot: you know who you sound like...That demon off that game...
In The Night
The house was dark, other than the random lightning flashing. It was late in the night, and the two occupants of the house were fast asleep, peaceful in dreams. The first occupant was Roy Mustang, next to him, lay Riza Hawkeye. She wore his big tee, on the front a picture of a man holding a gun. He was shirtless, and bottomless. He told her from the beginning he slept in the buff.
This didn't bother her one bit, she enjoyed feeling his warm skin on her legs, and arms. His entire body was one big heater, including his breath. The bed was cool in the night, Her skin thanked her. His body was hot, and the bed was cool. She reached over in her sleep, and rested her arm across his body. This action made him move, awaking him a bit.
He was groggy, but he focused on her face. Her eyes shut tight, and her mouth open a bit, as she breathed, letting out a soft snore. Mustang twitched his mouth. He focused more on hers. "mmh..." He mumbled. Something about her lips...made him exited. An idea crossed his mind. the question was, could he get away with it?
Her mouth was warm, and damp. He sat up a bit, but she did not wake. He let out a relived sigh. That's when he decided to pull the covers off his warm body. Indeed he was exited. He looked at her mouth, once more, then back to his member. Could he get away with this... He sat up on his knees, she did not wake, He leaned over her, She did not wake, He touched himself to her lips, she did not wake.
Her warm breath on his excitement, made it worse. He had to try. He placed a hand on her chin, making her open her mouth more. She did not wake. He bit his lip, could he really get away with this? He opened her mouth wider, she did not wake. He inserted the excitement into her mouth. She did not wake. He bit his lip harder. This was working! He pulled it out, She did not wake, put it back in, she did not wake. He was getting away with it!
He looked on at her face as he did what he did. If she was to wake up at this point, he would lose more than just the love of a women, he would lose his little man. He knew that, yet here he was, receiving an oral exam without her knowing. She slept soundly as he preformed his task.
This was it, moment of truth. He was feeling the snow on the mountain top, The lava from the volcano, wanting to erupt. could he get away with this one? he had to figure out what to do fast, or it was all over. He looked at her face, she was still asleep. he looked across the room, could he get to the bathroom before eruption? and what would she say? All this thinking was a bad idea, to late.
He grabbed up a pair of his boxers on the floor and wiped off her mouth, as carefully as he could. She did not wake. Mustang had won! He laid down, and covered up, feeling victorious. She reached out for him, draping her arm across his chest. He became stiff, even stopped breathing. "I love you..." She mumbled. "I love you too." He said softly, a hint of 'oh god help me' in his voice. "I really do," She said. Mustang put his arm around her. She looked him right in the eye. "That was fast."
Spoot: Ed...I love you!
Ed: I know!