A/N: This drabble contains gender-switch. Don't like it? Don't read it.
One of the many female!Edward pieces to come.
Precious
It takes her a while to convince him that he's doing it right, that he's not hurting her and that (for the last goddamn time) she's feeling just fine. It's shocking, Edward thinks, that Mustang could be so worried about his performance when they've done this so many times before. Admittedly, things are different now, but for Edward it doesn't really matter which entrance the man uses as long as she can feel him inside of her. She rolls her eyes as his protests go through one ear and out the other, all-too serious arguments for a moment like this. The man insists that no, this isn't like all the women he'd bedded before, and that there's a systematic way of breaking Edward's new shell in. Suddenly, it's not just her male body in itself she misses, but the bruises his fingers would leave on his hips and the fleeting red and white marks he'd dig into her skin. Yes, she misses the way he'd handle her back when she was male, and now his gentleness is almost suffocating.
She heaves a sigh as he whispers sweet nothings into her ear, and she wonders how long it'll take before he starts treating her like Edward again, and not 'Little Miss Elric'.