A/N Chapter two came a bit earlier just because I want my updating day to be Saturday not Tuesday. The next chapter will be posted in exactly one week from now, on Saturday. :) I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, maybe a little too much fun, but I hope you have fun reading it. xD

This whole fic is written for fun, so don't take too seriously, but it's NOT crack. Just thought I'd say that. XD

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, kissing, slight touching, OOC-ness on Roy's part, and a sexy outfit. You have been warned. xP


Chapter 2: Sexy Outfit

From the moment he had seen her sitting on his bed, he just knew it was a once in a life time opportunity.

Ed was never one to offer a lot of affection, but he just knew that she would have a soft spot for him acting all cutely – or so Alphonse had once told him. And apparently, he had been right.

He had been contemplating and planning for a few months now just how exactly he could act like he currently was without Ed being suspicious. And the moment he saw her worried face hovering over him it clicked; he was sick – and sick people tended to whine. She couldn't possibly say no when he was sick and in pain.

It had surprised him at first; he honestly hadn't thought it would actually work. But when he got Ed to stay, let alone to let him snuggle up to her, he had realised that this actually worked.

He owed Alphonse big time for this.

He was having so much fun; never before in his life had he been suppressing a smirk every five minutes while sick with a fever. Every time Ed blushed he wanted to chuckle but managed to stifle it, sometimes barely. While like this, he realised he could make her do whatever he wanted as long as it wasn't harmful.

An impeccable idea ensued after that realisation.

A few months back, while he was shopping, he had come across an outfit which, upon further scrutiny, he came to realise would hug Edeline's body perfectly. Of course, Roy cherished his balls, so he never brought the subject up. That resulted in the sexy outfit being stuffed away – far away from Ed – in the closet where it would wait for an opportunity like this.

Roy had been rather surprised and proud he had managed to come up with something so freakishly ingenious in his current state, since when sick he was usually completely brain-dead.

He was slightly miffed that Edeline had decided to sleep in the guest room so as to avoid his 'germs' as she so pleasantly put it, but he left it alone when the pouty look that had come to be so useful didn't work. He got over it pretty fast though and he couldn't wait until Ed came to check on him so he could oh-so-cutely make the proposition.

As if hearing his thoughts, there was a soft knock on the door before his blonde lover entered wearing a comfy tank top and pajama pants. Her sock-covered feet padded on the floor as she walked over to him, the automail one making a heavier sound.

Roy had to physically restrain himself from grinning.

"Hey," she greeted calmly, as if she hadn't just spoken to him a couple of hours ago.

Roy opened his eyes – he had been pretending to be asleep when she walked in – and blinked in a way that made it seem as if he had just woken up. Turning to lie on his back, he snuggled further into the covers – damn, he really was cold. "Hey."

"Do you need anything?" she inquired, probably having food and medicine in mind. Roy nearly scoffed. The only thing he needed right now was to see her in that miniskirt…

Shaking his head slightly he decided to approach the subject carefully. "No, I'm fine. Thank you," he added with the most amicable smile he could muster – dimples and all. He had succeeded, if Ed's blush was anything to go by.

"Whatever," he heard her mumble.

Readying himself for an adorable pout, he said, "I'm bored though." He sank further into the mattress and stuck out his bottom lip, his eyebrows knitting together in mild distress.

Edeline frowned. Then, after a moment of silence, "Well, what do you want to do?"

Roy looked at her for a moment before opening his mouth. He closed it then though and murmured, "No, forget it," before snapping his pouting face to the side petulantly.

From the corner of his eye he saw Ed fidget slightly and then she leaned over him, touching his shoulder. "Tell me."

Roy shook his head, making sure his frown deepened and his lip stuck out even more. "You won't want to do it and you'll call me a bastard." Damn, he was a freaking pro at this.

Ed's frown deepened and she sat down on the bed. "Well, I won't know if I want to do it or not if you don't tell me what it is."

Voice of reason; Roy nearly snorted.

"Well..." He looked at her with wide eyes, his lips curling cutely. He nearly smirked at her blush. "I might've bought this outfit for you…" He trailed off again and she raised a curious eyebrow, prompting him. "But I was too scared to tell you about it because you'd kill me." He honestly felt like a child explaining himself to his parents about something bad he had done. His 'I'm innocent' voice actually came naturally.

The blonde's eyebrow rose higher and she studied him for a moment before sighing. "What outfit?" she questioned firmly and Roy nearly jumped out of bed to run over to the closet to bring it out for her. He forced the giddy part of him to settle down and turned the evil smirk that was threatening to show itself into a gentle smile of gratitude.

He blinked cutely. "It's in the closet." He offered a small giggle for effect. He supposed her shell-shocked look was understandable; Roy Mustang did not giggle. Period. Except when he wanted to see his lover in a super sexy miniskirt outfit. Hell yeah.

He watched as Ed walked over to the closet and rummaged through it, when she paused and emerged a second later with what Roy quickly identified as the outfit, wrapped up in transparent plastic to protect it.

"Is that it…?" Ed's voice was soft and calm it was almost scary – it was hesitant, probably because she didn't know what she should be feeling right now other than anger. But he was sick, so she couldn't show anger now, could she?

Heh, of course not.

Roy basked in the glory of sickness for a moment, glad that his ears were spared from the verbal assault, when he decided it was time for more cuteness in order to convince her to put it on. Right now. In front of him. Roy couldn't help but lick his lips. Ed saw it as an innocent act due to sickness and dry lip-ness but Roy knew better. Much better.

He buried himself further into the covers until his eyes were the only thing that was visible. He made himself sound scared, hopeful, cute and undeniably sick at the same time as he asked, "Are you…Are you going to put it on?" Once their eyes locked, he offered a big, wide-eyed blink.

Ed looked appalled as she looked at the garment in her arms but then looked at Roy with an almost guilty look and then back at the outfit.

"For me…?" His voice was muffled from the covers but that enhanced the adorableness of it all. It seemed that was all Ed needed, as she sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose and mumbled something about perverts and cute looks.

"Fine," she stated, louder this time. Roy grinned brightly, but he made sure it was concealed by the covers first. Then, he gave Ed a wide-eyed look, overflowing with childlike happiness. "Really?" he asked excitedly but shut up immediately when Ed narrowed her eyes at him. He didn't want to go overboard.

The blonde eyed the outfit one last time before starting to head for the bathroom door. Roy panicked. "W-Wait!" he shouted, his voice cracking due to his sore throat – at least he wasn't faking that.

Ed spun around, startled.

"D-Don't leave!" He stuck out his bottom lip and narrowed his eyes as if about to burst into tears. He must've looked absolutely ridiculous but at this point he'd do anything to get Ed to practically striptease in front of him. A-NY-THING.

Ed huffed, her cheeks flaming. "Well, you idiot, how am I supposed to put this on if you don't want me to…leave…" Her voice slowed at the end as it hit her and her cheeks flushed bright red. Then, her eyes narrowed in typical annoyance and she shouted, "I am not changing in front of you, bastard!"

Roy winced; he had a headache, damn it.

Thinking fast, he abruptly brought the covers over his head, making it seem as if it was an instinctive reaction, and made small, whimpering noises.

He heard Ed's incredulous 'What the hell?' loud and clear but chose to ignore it. Pathetic or not, seeing her strip in front of him was worth it. Very worth it. He was sure Alphonse didn't go this far…but then again, he was her brother; he didn't want to see her stripping! But he did, and he would.

"…Please…?" he asked hesitantly, peaking from the end of the covers.

Ed stared at him blankly for exactly four seconds before flushing a cherry red and hesitantly walking over, as if going to her death. She tentatively rested the revealing garment on the bed and gripped the end of her tank top, pausing only to look at him unsurely. Roy stared hard, trying not to seem too eager. He nearly got up and ripped her clothes off her; she was too slow!

Eventually, she sighed and finally, finally lifted the tank top over her head, giving Roy an indeed very appealing view of her bra-covered breasts.

She flushed as she threw the tank top on the floor and hesitated a moment longer before pulling her pants down. Now clad only in her underwear, the blush unbearable and with Roy staring and unblinking, she hastily tore the plastic off the outfit, anxious to get herself out of this situation.

Roy took every part of her in, even though he had seen her like this before– in no clothing even, but her curves and imperfections always fascinated him.

It took her some time to figure out how to put some things on, determine what some things were but Roy watched on, her struggles only turning him on even more. His throat was itching and he desperately had to cough, but he was afraid he'd startle her and bring her back to reality and make remember that he was there watching her so he held it in as much as possible.

It was hot watching her struggle but once she finally got everything on, it wasn't even funny anymore.

The upper part of the garment consisted of a single, almost transparent, save for the lace, top which was tight enough to hug her body in all the right places. It was short enough to expose her belly button and transparent enough to allow her black bra to show from underneath.

The lower part of the garment was made up of a black miniskirt and garter belts attached to thigh high stockings. The high heels that went with the outfit were a great contrast to the clothing, since they were a bright red. Edeline seemed to have problems staying upright.

Her face was crimson red and she wobbled precariously on the high heels; she really wasn't used to wearing them. She looked at him expectantly but blushed even more at the expression on Roy's face.

Sickness and fake cuteness be damned; he wanted to jump her right then and there. His pants had become ridiculously tight and he couldn't help the twitching of his hands, which wanted to touch her, to feel her in those clothes.

His headache was almost nonexistent now; only a dull throbbing he didn't even give attention to. His dark eyes were stuck solely on her body as Ed squirmed under his approving gaze. He stared at her hungrily for a few more moments before the blonde, having had enough, snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Are you, like, going to stare all fucking day?"

Roy's eyes glanced at her face for a moment before meeting her gaze. They stared at each other for a long while before Roy sat up in the bed with seemingly no effort. "Come here."

Ed blushed at the husky way his voice came out and wobbled over to him, noticing how lustful his gaze was. Roy worried his lower lip as he watched her come closer, his erection throbbing in anticipation.

Once she was exactly in front of him, he grabbed her hips, which were eye-level to him, and promptly made her lose balance and threw her on the bed. She yelped as she fell, arms flailing in a futile attempt to stop the fall, but Roy had a good grip on her and he swore she wasn't going anywhere.

He was so aroused it wasn't even funny.

He studied her for a moment as she lay on his bed in those clothes and observed how her hair framed her face and sprawled around her head in a way that made him hot in seconds, how her breasts always seemed bigger in his eyes when she was lying underneath him like that, and how the miniskirt had proven to indeed be too short and was now giving him a decent view of everything underneath, including the garter belts going up her thighs.

Overwhelmed by the sheer hotness of it all, Roy was smothering her lips with his own in mere seconds, ignoring Ed's protesting grunts.

Letting go of her hips, Roy pinned her wrists at the sides of her face and pushed his tongue in her mouth making her emit an intoxicating moan that made him feel tipsy. He explored her mouth with the same alacrity as he had when they shared their first kiss, doing everything he knew made her breath hitch.

He ground against her faintly and she responded with a hum, sucking on his tongue almost teasingly. Wiggling her way out of his grip, the blonde's hands, now free, pulled him by the shirt closer, one hand then making its way to his hair, where she promptly fisted it. She pulled roughly at his hair and scratched at the skin visible on his chest from where a few buttons on his shirt had come undone, making him groan against her mouth.

He used one hand to prop himself up while the other hovered over her body. Fingers trailed down her neck, over the curve of her breast and down to her waist and hips. Then, they went back up again, lingering on the bare skin at her waist, making Edeline shiver. Moving upwards, he groped her breast, already knowing her reaction but not being less thrilled by it. She moaned in a way that always made him hard in seconds and he couldn't help but thrust roughly with a groan.

Lifting her feet up from where they were touching the floor, she didn't bother kicking off the high heels as she rubbed her knees against his sides, making his hand fly back to grope the back of her thigh. He fiddled with the garter belt teasingly before his hand went under the miniskirt to tease her. She gasped in surprise but emitted another sweet moan which made him feel incredibly lightheaded.

"R-Roy..."

Once desperate for oxygen, he managed to pull himself together and regain control of himself and pulled away from her face, a trail of saliva still connecting their mouths. Roy licked his lips as he gazed at Ed's flushed and panting form beneath him with renewed lust. He watched as she tried to catch her breath enough to speak and stared at her swollen and bruised lips in satisfaction.

"Bastard," she panted, brows knitting together. "You'll...You'll get me sick now..." After a moment, she gently pushed his panting body to the side with little effort, since Roy was suddenly too tired and dizzy to object, and sat up, placing a hand over her rapidly beating heart. She looked over at Roy, who was still staring at her with lust-clouded eyes, in annoyance. "You and your germs..."

Standing up, Roy's gaze followed her until he seemingly snapped out of his trance and leaped up, regretting it immediately when pain shot through his head, headache returning with a vengeance. Taken aback by the sudden pain, he flopped back down on the bed, head in his hand, groaning.

He blinked and after a few seconds the pain had subsided enough for him to raise his head to look at his blonde lover, who was currently staring at him in vexation and slight worry, arms crossed under her bust.

"You...We're not...?" Uh, even words were failing him now – he really was sick, damn it.

Thankfully, Ed caught on to what he wanted to say and rolled her eyes. "No, stupid. One; I don't want whatever sickness you've got, even though you've most likely given the germs to me already," she shot him a look of annoyance, "And two; you're too sick for that."

Roy looked pained and crestfallen, to which look Ed rolled her eyes, and gazed at his erection with a look of regret. Then, knowing Ed had seen, he looked back at her expectantly.

"Sleep it off," was her horrible, oh-so-horrible response, before she started walking, or more like wobbling, away.


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