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Note: I forgot to mention this in the first chapter; there will be 5 parts to this fanfiction including an epilogue, making this chapter 2/5.

Sorry this chapter isn't a RoyEd… Don't kill me just yet I'm saving RoyEd for other categories of love, you won't have to wait long. I promise!

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For this chapter the rating is: M (censored to meet the rating limit)

An 'Objective' Case Study:

Part I: Romantic Love

Q) What is 'Love'?

A) Love is composed of these three elements:

1) Stimulation and passion be it physical or emotional.

2) Commitment to love.

3) Intimacy of love.

Romantic Love: There is passion and intimacy but an absence of commitment. (The couple does not have strong future plans together.)

He opened the windows and breathed in the crisp night air. The smell of sex seemed to have clogged itself into every fiber of his bedroom. His clothes, blankets, pillows, everything. Even the curtains.

They should have sex in the kitchen next time, he was sure he could convince her to go along with it. Yes, he thought. There were good possibilities.

After clean sheets were put on, he lay on his bed with his eyes closed. Yes. This was right. All that reading yesterday must have given him a headache. A really bad one. Him fancy Fullmetal? Him? Roy Mustang? Nonsense. Utter nonsense. Utterly silly. Impossible. He loved girls, women, ladies, sex on hips. Sexy curvy and feminine hips.

With that cleared up he fell into a dreamless slumber.

o0o

The next day returning from the office, he quickly donned a plain blue shirt and a black vest. Tonight his was scheduled for dinner with Veronica at a pretty uptown restaurant and for the wonderful night yesterday he knew he definitely needed to treat her to something. Yesterday had definitely been one of the best he'd had this year. Her hazel eyes peering through thick lashes while on her knees before him were already enough to get him aroused. She had proceeded to undo his belt ever so slowly, taking her time. Their lips had met gently. Again and again their tongues danced together and she had kissed a hot trail down his chest and abdominal muscles, licking his burns and scars on the way.

Even though the fan was carefully angled to target the bed at full blast, they were both slick with sweat. He was on top, and was definitely feeling the chill of the fan's breeze through the back of his soaked shirt. The lower half of his body was burning though as the bed rocked gently and Veronica's hot breath urged him further to the edge of control.

She was as quiet normally as when having sex, he noted. Her hair was tied back in an elegant twist and was nothing like the wild tendrils they were yesterday when they sent ticklish shivers down his spine whenever they touched his skin.

He had been with many women, but this babe definitely had him wrapped tighter around her finger than any other. He knew it himself. Havoc would never believe him if he said he had seriously fallen for someone, like the rest of the office, they'll just laugh it off and nudge him hard in the ribs teasingly. He himself knew that he had seriously "fallen" for Veronica though. And it was a hard fall at that. What would the others say he they heard his thoughts just then? He chuckled to himself at the thought.

"What's so funny darling?" Veronica asked.

"Nothing, I was just thinking how jealous Havoc would be if he knew where and whom I was with right now," Roy replied smoothly with a smile.

"Havoc's… a coworker of yours?"

"Yes. An excellent one at that."

A waitress came with the wine he asked for. Veronica accepted the glass with a quiet "Thankyou" and sipped it. Roy appreciated the elegance she carried herself with and out of curiosity, wondered what lipstick she was using, it didn't come off on the glass.

"What are you staring at?"

"Just your breathtaking beauty, beautiful."

"Stop it. It's embarrassing," she said, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her left ear in a shy gesture.

Their meal playful just like their sex. They stole bites off the other's plate, ate off the others fork, feed each other with suggestive glances and wicked grins. It was clear their parfaits wouldn't suffice as a complete dessert. Tonight would be long and hot.

o0o

"Dammit! I can't stand you!"

"What's wrong, Havoc?"

"You got some again yesterday didn't you?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You've got another girl to fool with."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

"Argh! Forget it. Just tell me if this girlfriend of yours lasts the current record of 3 months."

"Veronica isn't like the others."

The silence that filled the office was loud enough to wake the dead. Havoc seemed to have fainted while still standing.

"… What?" Farman asked, fixing his glasses to confirm that this wasn't an illusion.

"Get back to work!" Roy barked.

"My god! He's blushing! The Colonel's BLUSHING!" Breda said.

Within the confinements of the office, the sky had fallen. Havoc remained unconscious for the remainder of the day, Fury tended to a trembling Black Hayate, Hawkeye spent her time trying to keep Breda and Farman sane while Roy for possibly the first time in his career, plunged through his paperwork without a complaint or a single attempt to procrastinate.

It was a day to be recorded in history.

o0o

The telephone was more frequently used these days. Previously it had only been an efficient form of communication between him and the office, his uppers and his parents. Now though, it was occupied every evening for many hours as Roy listened to Veronica talk about her day at the company. Sometimes they played games, phone sex mainly, where she would tease him with descriptive images like, "I've just stepped out of the shower. I'm still dripping wet and naked but I couldn't help but think of you. I just HAD to call you, darling."

He was tired tonight though, more so than usual (perhaps it was because he actually worked efficiently today) and wasn't up for games. Luckily, Veronica also seemed to be in a similar mood.

"Roy, could you meet me tomorrow after work?"

"Of course, Ron. Where do you want to go?"

"Um… Somewhere different. I've heard there's a lovely Asian restaurant named Fuseiki somewhere on Oxford street."

"It's agreed then? This… um... Fu-say-key restaurant?"

"Heehee… yes, let's meet at Fuseiki. Usual time."

He had arrived early, worried that he wouldn't find the place. Surprisingly it was quite noticeable. The place definitely deserved its reputation in looks. The stairs leading up to the restaurant were made of sandstone and the individual tables were divided by bamboo strips tied together with straw. In one corner it even had a built-in mini waterfall.

"Can I help you sir?" he was asked.

"I'm waiting for someone."

With a bow and "Yes sir," the waitress left.

When she finally arrived he sensed something was wrong.

Her hair slightly ruffled and her breath heavy and cheeks red from running. "Sorry I'm late. Something came up."

"It's alright. I just got here myself."

Their dinner passed quietly like usual but the playfulness was lacking. Veronica wouldn't meet his eyes and at the end of the meal he found out why.

"I'm being offered a promotion"

"That's great!"

"The thing is… I have to from central. They're making me the manager of a branch company of theirs at Kansavas."

"I see… Have you accepted the offer?"

"This is an amazing opportunity for me. When I settle things there I'll be free to come back to central on the weekends. On the other days I'll call you. Everything will work out."

"Yeah, I know."

That's what they had said. Thinking back, Roy couldn't pinpoint what or when they didn't call each other anymore. At first it had been daily. Then weekly. Then she had become too busy to visit him. Later she complained that why should she be the only one doing the traveling. He had said something about her not even considering him when accepting the offer for the transfer. She had calling him a selfish bastard or the likes and that had been it.

It was over.

He never really mentioned their breakup to the others at the office. They never asked about Veronica. Maybe they had filed the whole thing as a joke Roy pulled on them because this was the Colonel they were talking about. How could THE Roy Mustang have been dumped?

Next up: Infatuation.

Sorry if 'Romantic Love' wasn't as romantic as you expected… I'm saving RoyEd for later. This next pairing is Ed-centric. I had fun writing the sexy stuff but had to hold back due to the rating limit. I won't be holding back when it comes to RoyEd though, so I hope you guys are willing to follow a few links for the full uncensored chapters.

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