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I do not own FMA, nor do I wish to.

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Childish.

That's what Ed was being, childish.

Well at least that's how everyone else saw it. Everyone that didn't know her secret. Like Mustang. Mustang knew that 'he' was a 'she' and that she was being a jerk because she didn't know how to deal with emotions.

How could she? Parents gone by age 8, raising a little brother with an abusive "teacher". God he'd needed a drink after meeting that piece of work. Sure she was great at alchemy, but parenting? Big nope.

So now he was stuck with this 22 year old picking fights with him because she didn't know how to communicate that she liked him. It was so easy to tell and he couldn't believe she was so clever and smart with everything else but so dumb about this.

Mustang leaned over to pick up his pen a fourth time from where Ed had flicked it off his desk.

"Ed, knock it off. This really needs to be done in an hour."

"I did knock it off. You saw it."

Mustang rolled his eyes, opting to ignore that and continue reviewing the file he was working on.

Until his pen flew out of his hand again.

Ed smirked at him.

He met her look. She wanted trouble? Fine, wish granted.

He stood up, moving in front of her as she sat on his desk. He'd need to be closer for this to work, so placing a hand on each of her thighs he moved them apart and stood in the space created between them.

Ed finally shut up.

He watched her expression as his hands traveled up the top of her thighs and over her hips before slipping under her shirt on each side, just high enough to hook each thumb under the wrap beneath her shirt.

Ed was frozen as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "I know who you are Miss Elric. I know your real name and your real age, I know you have a crush on me and I know you don't know how to communicate affection other than by being a brat. So as a compromise, if you leave me alone to finish this report in time for Friday then I will reward you."

He felt her start to protest before he saw it.

"I might be a military dog Mustang, but I'm not your dog. Rewards are-"

He cut off her speech with his own. "If i can finish this report by Friday then i will have time this weekend to… make it up to you. And I very much promise it will be better than your expectations."

Ed was not having it, "You're so full of yourself Musta-"

He kissed her. Slow and strong and full of promise. Not pulling away until they were both out of breath, "You'll be full of me too."

And before she could comment he moved away and leaned over to open a drawer. "Take this and practice. I'll see you Friday after work."

"What-"

"Out! I have work to do!" He picked her up and dropped her on the floor away from his desk.

Ed looked at the box in her hands. Mustang had already shifted his focus back to his paperwork, though it did look like he was sitting awkwardly.

She started to open the box.

"Not here Ed. That's a personal item, to warm you up. You should probably hide it on your way out."

Ed blushed and hid the box up her coat sleeve as instructed before heading out the door. She couldn't find anything else to say anyway.

Hawkeye looked up as FullMetal left Mustang's office, a bright blush on the girl's face. She could just make out the shape of a box up her sleeve and raised an eyebrow.

Mustang and his toys.

She sighed, at least the relationship wouldn't make things weird at the office, Ed's last day was Friday so they could "fight" all they wanted at his house.