A/N I'm gone for the break and I won't have my computer; however, I may still be able to get on the internet at some point and if so I'll update. Happy American Thanksgiving!

Title: Loss of Control
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Paninya/Lust
Word Count: 572
Idea given by: The Totally Promiscuous FMA Pairing Machine! (Paninya/Lust, PG or PG-13, including: food, kids, underwear)

Lust held Paninya up against the wall, two of her nails on the either side of the girl's neck. When she stepped closer, she was annoyed. The girl should have been shaking with fear or at least sweating, but she had this damn cocky smile on her face.

She was surely going to make this pickpocket quake in a moment, Lust told herself, placing her free hand on her hip as she stood right in front of Paninya.

Before, however, she could open her mouth to say anything, Paninya's grin got wider, and she abruptly said, "Do you wear underwear?"

Lust stared. "Underwear?" she asked dumbly.

"Yeah," Paninya said, rolling her eyes, shifting lightly.

"Why?" Lust asked incredulously.

"You just look like the kind of chick who wouldn't wear underwear," Paninya snickered, shifting lightly, unperturbed by the situation she was in.

Lust, still surprised by this sudden change of topics, said, "How would you know about that?"

"I'm a pickpocket," Paninya told her, rolling her eyes again. "When you're fishing for wallets, sometimes you fish for something i else /i accidentally."

Lust didn't know what to say. Whenever she had someone in this situation, they weren't so flippant, so irreverent.

"Speaking of your abilities," Lust began.

"Do you really think you have me cornered here?" Paninya said, interrupting Lust.

"Can't you let me speak?" Lust snapped, surprised at her loss of control.

"I'm really kind of hungry. If you want to talk, why don't we just get some food?" Paninya said, grinning. "If you buy me a piece of chicken, I'll listen to whatever you have to say. I'm just not too happy with your idea you can pin me up against this wall and think you've got me cornered. I could have blown your legs off by now."

Lust pulled back, not afraid of the girl's flippant threat, but certainly wanting to make her comfortable, get her to do what she wanted.

They walked to a food stand, one of the few not flocked by tourists. Lust, annoyed, bought Paninya some chicken.

Paninya took if from her, thanking her with a wink. "So, what do you want me to do?" she asked, chewing on the food happily.

"A State Alchemist is coming," Lust said simply. "I want you to steal his watch."

Paninya snorted, almost choking on her food. "You mean the Fullmetal Alchemist? I knew he was coming."

"How'd you know?" Lust asked, shocked not for the first time with the girl.

"Because," Paninya told her, as if talking to a kindergartner, "his reputation precedes him. He's just a kid, but he's got more money than most of the adult tourists. There's no way I'm going to not pick his pocket."

"You'd pick a kid's pocket," Lust said, grinning. "I think I like you."

Paninya grinned. "I'd do more than pick a kid's pocket."

"What do you mean by that?" Lust asked, blinking, losing her calm control over the situation.

Paninya shrugged, leaning in, kissing Lust soundly.

Lust, apparently, had completely misjudged the situation. In her shock, Paninya got an opening to grope the homunculus' ass.

"You don't," Paninya said, pulling away, again with that shit-eating grin.

"I don't what?" Lust snapped unnerved.

"Wear underwear," Paninya answered, winking at Lust and saunter away. "Don't worry though, his pocket'll get picked almost as soon as he gets here."

Lust somehow knew she could trust that promise, but wondered what the hell just happened.