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Chapter 8 The Prankstress IV – The Prankstress Gets It

Roy unlocked the door to his mega-big apartment and dragged himself in. Not to mention he had been dragging himself from the office meeting, the car and now home. He still had one thing to drag through – that 'something' was now sitting on his sofa, sipping a cup of coffee from his coffee cabinet (as in, his coffee powder) with her eyes closed and face holding that haughty look. As she heard the door close, she turned up and smirked at the half-dead Fuhrer as if what happened earlier was only round one.

…Which would be quite true: Roy needed his daily dose of coffee.

Now.

"…You… sitting there, you…" Roy dragged himself again to his kitchen to make his own mug of coffee.

"What? You want me to do something for you? Again?" she asked. The yell would be coming anytime now…

"…You… Completely—wrecked—my-" Roy paused.

He was staring at his favourite, most precious cupboard. The one which kept his beloved, most priced coffee powder, in the porcelain jar, safe from other people's reach. Except…

The brown jar wasn't there.

It took him a moment for him to realise that he won't be getting any coffee for the next… oh, I dunno: 3 or 4 days? And that's when he pounced on Edward, who gave a small yelp (she was still expecting a yell, not a pounce) and spilt out a bit of the coffee onto the rug.

"Where's my coffee powder jar? What did you do with it?" he was actually pleading now, with both hands on her shoulders, and shaking her back and forth. Hard.

Alarmed, Edward set the now empty cup (shaking never keeps anything in one place) onto the coffee table and shook off Roy's hands while scrambling out of reach and replied, "It…. It broke… while I was… while I was making this cup…" She pointed to her right.

Roy let his arms dropped, seized the empty cup, and then stared at the coffee-stained rug. Realising that he just ruined his last chance of drinking coffee, he finally broke down ((not in crying, but in howling, sheesh. There are NO tears.)) Edward stared at him, still slightly shocked at what a coffee-deprived Roy is (mentally making note that this is a major weakness) and gingerly crawled back towards him and patted him on the back.

"Gee… sorry, I guess I went overboard this time… is that a sentimental item of yours? Or is it because you seriously need coffee?" Roy stopped his howling as he smelt the breath (Ed's) of coffee. He looked up at Ed's face, and suddenly noted the coffee stains (very slight) around Ed's mouth.

Though he knew it was disgraceful ((in a sense anyway…)) and that as a gentleman, he shouldn't be doing this, but he was damn, DAMN desperate. Seriously.

Edward only managed to catch the look on Roy's face a little too late. Next thing she knew was Roy's arms around her, and that their lips were sealed together. She opened her mouth to gasp, and Roy took that chance. Edward's eyes widened to full capacity as Roy tasted her… she felt his tongue twine around hers…

The funny thing? She didn't want to pull away!

Although her mind was yelling away, "Let go of me!" her body was not paying heed at all…

When Roy finally pulled away, feeling better than before, both were blushing (Ed's extremely so) and were gasping for breathe. Roy simply licked his lips.

"That," he said as he gave Edward a glare, "was for EVERYTHING."

Edward couldn't reply. She was too stunned at what had just happened. Her mental yelling hadn't ceased, and this time it was yelling for her to strike back (as in, with fists) and yell. She couldn't move though. Dimly she noted that… hey, not a bad kisser after all… And her whole body gave an involuntary twitch.

Roy noticed that; with a bit of caffeine in his blood (even that tiny amount) he really perked up, and he moved closer to Ed (whose body gave another twitch) until their faces were an inch apart before saying, "…You want more?"

Edward didn't make a sound, but Roy felt her body twitch again. Taking that as a yes, he had her all over again. This time, he also let his hands roam; and was pleased when Ed gave another twitch at the first touch. What made him happier was that, he felt her hands roaming his body later.

They almost got to the stage where it involved the removal of clothes, when Edward finally gasped and pushed Roy away. Looking utterly confused, she at least managed to stammer out "…Ba….Baka Taisa…" before leaping from the sofa and bolting into the guest room where she locked her door (normally).

Roy, too, for one, was a little surprised himself; he thought that the initial attraction to the alchemist was temporary, but clearly his actions earlier (coffee-dosed too) were stating otherwise.

As he walked past her room, he stopped and wanted to knock, but thought against it, and instead faced the wooden feature and mumbled, "It's 'Fuhrer', not 'Taisa'; YOU are MY little Taisa now…" then turned to walk into his room where he got ready for bed.

Ed on the other hand… well, she didn't even bother about the coffee stains on the pyjamas (which is actually Riza's, meaning that she SHOULD get it cleaned…) and was now lying down on her bed.

Not sleeping though. The scene that happened a moment ago constantly floated across her mind… It turned to minutes… then hours…

Finally, before her lids banged shut, she concluded in defeat that, yes, she is slightly attracted to that damned Fuhrer… and that… was bad. Very bad.

Well, not so bad… at least it made to 3 pages, haha. More 'exciting' stuff coming up (hopefully, provided my brain is working) and I sincerely apologise to all for the long, long wait. I really have no time at all. I've been doing CG (computer graphics) for a certain picture and it's giving me a headache; drawn a couple more things that I posted on my deviantart account, and I've been working too! So, yar. A big fat sorry. GOMEN DESU DESU!