A/N: You know, I thought my first fic for this impeccable manga would be either screwy Royai, Hughes being derp, or Edward and Alphonse having moronic family fun time, but instead you have the Funny Foreigners being dead sexy...(in a MINISKIRT wait nope)
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The sheets in the Imperial Bedchamber are made of pure silk, a water-like caress against her scarred skin. Lin is perched above her, eyes open for once, pressing desperate lips to hers. Lan Fan is mentally freaking out and physically too, except Ling has her pinned down like she's in a too-comfortable strait jacket, so she can't do much more than curl her toes.
The first though that enter her mind are:
I want these sheets.
Imperial Bedchamber sounds stupid.
I think my automail's tearing the sheets.
And then, finally, comes:
LING'S KISSING ME.
Due to a combination of the last two, she makes a strangled sound of surprise, and her knee jerks up. Ling springs away from her with a muffled grunt.
"What's wrong?" she asks, dazedly, because she was just about keeping it together, but now Ling's gone she is almost certain that something in her mind is going to snap.
"I thought you...wanted me to stop...?" He runs a hand backwards through his hair, looking very much worried. "I have no clue what I just did..."
Lan Fan stares at him in surprise. "Is that what you thought, sir?"
"Uh, yeah." He looks thoroughly confused know.
"Um...I didn't want you to stop." She admits in a small voice.
His face falls in relief.
"I... I was worried I was going to tear your bedsheets." Now that she's said it, it sounds ridiculous.
Ling looks at her, his jaw hanging open slightly, before his head collapses onto her shoulder. He starts to shake with laughter, and Lan Fan blushes indignantly.
"You...!" he manages to say. Lan Fan knows he's crying a little bit. Besides the fact that there is liquid seeping into her shirt, Ling always cries while he's laughing when he finds something especially funny.
She bats his shoulder lightly. "Stop laughing, sir. I think it actually did.
His hand runs down the length of her metal arm, probing it to eventually discover some delicate threads snagged on the elbow joint. He lifts up his head and smirks at her, eyes still slightly wet. "Only you would tear silk sheets in the midst of a tryst."
They stay like this for another few hours, Ling fiddling with her automail and Lan Fan trying to slow her heart rate.
