Roy pulled down his pants then his boxers. He pulled the peice of lingere out of the bag and closed his eyes. He slowly slid it on. Roy forced him self to open his eyes and look. To his surprize, it fit! and it looked pretty good on him too. He scanned himself up and down then turned around to check out his backside.Damn this looks good. He thought to himself as he was interupted by a loud knock at the door.
Knock
Knock
Knock
Roy panicke. He didn't know who it was and he surly didn't want anyone to see him like this. He quickly picked up a towel and put it around his waist. Then he opend the door. It was Ed.Before Roy could say anything, Ed shoved a stack of papers at him and let himself in.
"Happy know? You got your fucking reports ontime!" Ed sat on the couch.
Roy didn't know what to say.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Roy said trying to hold the towel up.
"Nope." Roy said quickly, then he noticed the victorias secret bag by the mirror. "why do you have that bag?"
Roy could feel his face turn red.
"wha-what bag?"Roy studderd.
"that bag". Ed got up and walked toward the mirror.
"oh! that bag!". Roy laughed nervously. "thats for Riza."
Ed picked up the bag and opend it, trying to find the peice of lingere. ""oh really? then where is it?".
Roy shruged.
"Mustang, what are you hiding from me?" Ed quirked and eyebrow at Roy.
"Nothing Ed. You ask tomany questions for someone as short as you."
Ed exploded. " WHO ARE YOU CALLING SOMEONE SMALLER THAN A FLEA, THAT EVEN A FLEA COULDN'T STEP ON AND SQUISH!"
Roysmirked at Ed and then turned around, crossing his arms across his chest.
Ed growled and cirlcled around Roy trying to figure out what Roy was hiding.
"you're checking me out?" Roy said with a smirk.
"EWWWW! no!". Ed yelled.
"The why are you looking at me?" Roy asked trying not to smile.
There was a long pause of awkward silence then Ed finaly said. "I'm not leaving till I find out what your hiding". The Ed sat back down on the couch and flipped on the TV.
Well this is Chapter 2.
Thanks for reading. Oh and sorry for the bad grammer.
