Behold! The rating, she has risen to M! Beware of sexual references. I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
# 11 – Rhythm
Tonight's tempo was slower than their usual lovemaking.
He had returned after two years and at first, she hadn't been sure whether to slap him across the face or kiss him. She had gone with the latter and they had fallen together in her apartment and regained the rhythm of what once was; she would step over the threshold and Roy would kiss her neck, and they would fall upon the bed and make love until they felt one another claim release. She brushed his hair away from his eye and begged for their lives to fall back into pace.