Edward's Point of View

I was tired of being the sub in this relationship. Hadn't I been the one that proposed all this stuff? Yeah, I had. Roy was probably shivering in his boots about being caught with a guy. Ah, whatever. I love being with him, but it was time for me to take control again.

We reached my apartment and as he began to tell me goodnight, I asked, "How about some coffee?"

Yeah, we both knew what that meant.

He was so not ready for this. He was jittery. Well, who wouldn't be? It was practically his first time, but I hadn't actually suggested anything yet.

Yet.

I poured him a cup and he looked stunned around my kitchen.

"So, Edward, you actually use this stuff?" He was pointing out pots and pans and other various appliances.

"Um, dur…" I rolled my eyes at him as he picked up his cup.

"Why?"

"Um, so I can eat." I said it in matter-of-factly way and he just looked through all my cupboards.

"What do you eat, Taisa? Ramen?" I teased, sure that he cooked something.

"Uh, Yeah." He was looking through my fridge and pulling out all sorts of things.

"Well, then I'll have to make you breakfast sometime."

There it was. Another suggestion. He obviously caught it and said, "Yeah…sure."

"Be right back, I have to get this crap off my face."

I shuffled into my bathroom and scrubbed at my face, making all the gross make-up slide off my face. Why in the hell did I ever let Winry convince me to put on? Well, I suppose it worked and that's all that matters. I opened the towel closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I needed to get this skirt off. I stripped them off and slipped into the more familiar clothes.

I came back into the room and took my hair down, walking to my precious cigar box and throwing the hair tie in there. I ran my hands through the hair to make it flatter.

"I think I like these highlights. I'm gonna keep 'em."

He smiled and said, "Back to normal, eh?"

"Ugh, please, never make me wear a skirt again."

"Never say never, Fullmetal." He wagged a finger at me, making chills run down my spine.

"Heh heh," I laughed sarcastically.

There was a long pause. Neither of us knew what to say next. A wrong move could totally screw the night up and guarantee an awkward office moment on the next meeting.

"Hey, Edo, why don't you show me your room?"

My heart jumped; my hero. "Sure," I said, trying not to sound too eager.

He followed me to the door of my bedroom and walked in before me.

"Nice," he looked through my things and I followed him. What next? I grabbed him arm, causing him to whip around. "What?"

"Oh…" I trailed off, trying to think of something, "Nothing."

He kissed my forehead and that's when I decided. That's it, no more messing around. His back was facing my bed and I pushed him down on it.

"Wha-what are you doing!"

"Shut up." I pulled the T-shirt off and laid on top of him, unbuttoning his polo. As I did so, I realized. This was gonna be one helluva night.