Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is not mine. (That was so uncreative)

Well, it's been quite a while since I updated, for those of you following along. During all this time, I've had time to think of many new ideas. Some that even I don't approve of.

This chapter was originally titled "The Fullmetal Hangover" because, well, we both have massive hangovers. But while I had some thinking time, this chapter gained some new things, and I had to change the title.

This chapter is for Amanda the Stampede, who gave me the idea for the title.

I hope you like it, even though it is a bit dirty.

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Sweet Dreams

"NOW GO!"

Izumi was, I guess you could say, a bit mad. Or disappointed. Or a combination of both. Either way, it sucked for two people suffering from a sake hangover.

"Teacher…" Ed whined, shielding his eyes from the bright ceiling light that Izumi had purposely turned on. "Please… don't scream."

"I'M NOT SCREAMING!"

"Yes, you are." I tentatively reminded her. She turned to me, with a piercing devil's stare.

"Yeah…"

Ed was barely conscious, weighing me down as I tried to hold him up. Izumi sighed rather loudly, then pointed to the spare bedroom that Ed and I shared.

"Go." She said. "You two need your rest."

Ed smiled briefly, before we hobbled off together to the room. I slammed the door without meaning to, and apologized to a now wincing Ed. We both collapsed on the bed, not caring, and fell into a heavy sleep.

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I blinked. The room was a little fuzzy, and I realized that I was waking up. If there's one thing I hate, it's being groggy and disoriented. Because I say and do stupid things.

I looked at Ed, who was sprawled across the foot of the bed, his legs hanging off the side, still out cold. I stood up, and when the room didn't sway, I knew I was no longer hung over. Drunk people don't negotiate well, as I knew, so there hadn't been much time to do any of that with Izumi before. I tiptoed out of the room, leaving an adorable Ed behind, and sought to find his teacher.

Instead, I found Mason.

"Hey," he said slowly, as though I had a mental illness. "I'm… Mason…"

"And I'm Rachel!" I yelled at him.

He shrunk back.

"Geez… I heard what happened, and I thought you were still out of it."

"I had a hangover, not a concussion!"

Mason frowned at me. Then he smiled.

"A whole bottle, huh?"

"Move it!" I threw a table lamp at him.

"Mason, move."

I froze. That calm voice belonged to Izumi. The muscular man did as she said, stepping out of the firing range. I shivered where I stood, but Izumi didn't look mad. She was smiling as brightly as Mason.

"Sit." She gestured to the table to my side.

"Edward really has taken an interest in you, you know." She said.

"Yes."

"Go back to him."

I looked up at her, but her black eyes stared pointedly at the door of our room. I got up slowly, and without a backward glance, walked into the room. Ed was standing in the small bathroom, and the door was open. His face was dripping wet, and he reached to turn off the water faucet. Shaking his head like a dog, he saw me standing in the doorway.

It was the first time we'd got to look at each other since the island incident.

Well, at least, the first time we could concentrate.

Ed walked back to the bed, and sat down.

"I'm sorry," he said sadly. "I was a fool to get you drunk like that."

"You didn't force the sake down my throat."

"But I shouldn't have brought it at all."

"You just wanted to have some fun."

That was the wrong thing to say.

"I'm still tired," Ed changed the subject. "And now I can sleep without sleeping like a drunken rock."

I laughed, and took my spot next to him.

"Do you mind?"

"No," he responded. "Just go to sleep."

I did as he said.

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I opened my eyes slowly, unwillingly. A sub-conscious part of me knew that I hadn't been asleep for too long, so it was completely ridiculous that I should be awake. I turned over out of habit, and saw Ed. He was lying on his side, gazing at me, looking so insanely beautiful it should be against the law. I blushed involuntarily, and he ran his smooth palm across my cheeks, which only served to redden them more.

"Hey, sleepy head."

He bit his lower lip, not in a nervous way, but in a way that someone does when they are deliberating something important. He never took his eyes from mine, and my fangirl wouldn't let me look away. The look in his eyes was something different, something that had never been there before, and anxiety spread like poison through my body.

"Close your eyes."

He didn't give me a choice. His soft, flesh hand covered my eyes, as I held my breath. In one swift movement, he was sitting on top of me. I gasped into his hand that now blocked my entire face.

"You can look now."

He took his hand away, and I saw that he was nearly naked, clad in nothing but his blue boxer shorts. But why? He normally slept without a shirt on, but he always had pants at the very least. Why was he like that?

"I suppose you're wondering," he said, reading my mind. "Why I'm doing this."

"Uh… the, uh… the thought crossed my mind." I managed to squeak out.

"You seem surprised," he said. "I thought you would have realized after the sake that I wanted you."

He bent forward and kissed me. The breath caught in my throat. Any other time, I would have accepted, and my fangirl was urging me on, but I didn't want to kiss him if it would lead to something… more.

"What's wrong?" he asked, bending close to me again. He seemed weightless compared to the heavy shock.

"…"

My voice didn't want to betray me.

He flashed a smirk of pleasure and forced himself on me again. I took the treatment for a moment, giving back lightly. He noticed, of course, and smiled through a kiss. But as something touched my arm, the kiss faded.

"Rachel?"

"Edward…" I whispered, the lust in my voice audible.

"What?"

He sounded confused. I snapped out of my reverie immediately, and looked around. Ed was lying by my side, fully clothed, and was in no way on top of me.

A dream.

It had been a dream.

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Sorry to cut the chapter short like that, but I have to save something, don't I?

The title for this chapter came, like I said, from Amanda the Stampede, after I actually had a rather dirty dream about Ed. Now, when I tick her off, she says "Sweet dreams", then sticks her tongue out.

Um… not wanting to give away too much… but let's just say that xxdarknessxfallsxx will like the next chapter.

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