Tiny Miniskirts
A Series of Fullmetal Alchemist Short Stories
Author: Kurama-Sweethart (Moe)
Rating: Changed to teen: For Ed's mouth and sexual references
Pairings: Various – My favorites being featured most often. :3 Yeah, I'm biased. Sue me.
Author's Note: Its getting very hard to think up titles for each drabble V.v So bear with me if they're cheesy or don't fit well. I use the word that describes my original intentions more as oppose to how the fic actually ended up. So sorry if they're misleading.

Protection
Words: 133

Roy had always felt like he needed to protect the Elrics. He had been good friends with Hohenhiem, heard stories from him of when Ed and Al were only toddlers. In a way he felt like they were his own children, and after Trisha's death he had taken them under his wing as such. And now with Ed gone and memories forsaken to the void, Al needed the protection his brother had offered. The normally happy, cheerful child became cold and distant, devastated at the loss of his beloved sibling on his behalf. Roy made it his new ambition to get the last remaining Elric to smile. To laugh. To act like the normal child he was with nothing to loose and everything to gain.

Even if it took a simple kiss to do so.

More Than Willing
Words: 175

There was little comfort in knowing your husband had been killed at the hands of a very powerful group of individuals, in which the chances of being caught were next to zero. Gracia even would have been able to sleep better if she knew it had ended for him quickly- but no, they told her he had probably been shot in the chest to lay alive on the pavement until he bled to death. Painfully and slowly. And then they had the nerve to tell her they understood her loss and were sorry. They understood, they said, the liars. No one understood.

Except him. Maes had meant as much to Roy Mustang as he had to her. She could see the despair and abandon in his eyes. They comforted each other, long nights awake talking about nothing and everything all at once. She reasoned that it helped them both, knowing there was someone who felt the same rip of loss.

Then why, Gracia wondered numbly, did she feel so dirty when she told Elysia to expect a baby sister from she and Roy?

Uncharacteristic
Words: 123

He would have found it amusing, the way she was curled into the curve of his chest, if it hadn't been so foreign. It was odd to see this side of Riza Hawkeye- vulnerable and panting in his ear. Roy had expected sex with his lieutenant to be a reflection of her personality: stiff, controlled and over far too quickly.

But to his pleasure, it hadn't been anything like her at all. She was swift in her foreplay, taking her time when needed, bringing out tricks he could only wonder where she learned. He had, perhaps, relearned an important lesson from his childhood, long since lost to his memory. To never judge a book by its cover or Lieutenant Hawkeye by her fronts.

To be continued.