Chapter 26: Listen To Your Heart

Comments: This chapter is mostly a teaser, probably just to annoy all you readers. Haha. No, but is extremely important to the plot so go with it.

Mood Song: Wheel in the Sky by Journey

Disclaimer: In a bout of weird luck, I won FMA in a card game. In the same bout of luck, I was escorted to a padded room by really nice doctors in white.

He stiffened at the contact immediately, like I expected. I pull back slowly, waiting for his brilliant amber orbs to blink open.

But to my surprise, they don't. His breathing is harsh and erratic and for a moment I fear that I may have jostled his ribs. Suddenly, before I had time to react, he grips the front of my shirt and pulls his body up, very lightly moving his lips over mine.

He then smoothly slides from under my arm and escapes out the bedroom door. I lie there, too stunned to move. Okay, let's recap. First he kisses me, his first time of his own free will, then he runs from me.

This was quickly becoming a game of cat and mouse. And somehow, I was beginning to think I was the mouse.

Rising unsteadily to my feet, I pad silently through my apartment in search of my little blonde alchemist sporting automail. No use denying it anymore. He is mine. Whether he realized it or not.

I find him in the kitchen, gripping the countertop so hard his knuckles have turned white from the effort. A glass of water sits untouched before him.

"Shit," he mutters, to himself, nervously tapping his knee against the cabinet door.

I don't think he's realized I'm standing in the doorway yet. Damn, I've spoken too soon. His head turns and he locks eyes with me. I watch, in suppressed amusement, as his face turns a bright, tomato red.

He reaches out to his glass, misses, and knocks it off onto the rug, its contents seeping into the fabric. His face goes a darker hue in the spectrum of red and he averts his eyes.

I bend to retrieve the glass only to realize he is trying to do the same. He emits an yelp of surprise when we knock heads, both falling back on our butts. He growls, frustrated. "You make me feel so weird!"

"Believe me, the feeling is more than mutual," I reply weakly, gingerly touching my forehead. Am I bleeding? No, okay. "Elaborate on that last part, please," I continue.

He raises an eyebrow at me. "Come again?"

"How do I make you feel weird?" I explain.

Hm, is that shade of crimson humanly possible? It is on Edward, I guess. "Um..uh?" he fidgets nervously.

"Aren't we past shy," I smirk at him.

He looks puzzled at first but quickly recovers. "You make me feel like a teenage girl."

Wait. What?

I didn't know I had that effect on people? He must have seen the confused glint in my eyes cause he sighs dramatically.

"Hot and bothered, Roy, you make me feel fucking hot and bothered!"

"Really?" Gah, that came out sounding more cocky than I intended.

"Yes, really," he replies sarcastically, suddenly reaching out and gripping the back of my neck and pulling me to him in a heated kiss.

Inner Roy is doing his trademark Roy-dance and Outer Roy is quickly becoming a pile of goo.

Nice, sloppy, stupid goo.

Somewhere between his warm mouth on mine and his fingers knotting in my hair, I lost my coordination along with my reflexes.

Not bothering to judge the distance between the table and myself, I pushed him on his back.

Managing to knock my head rather soundly on the table leg. Ooh, I see pretty stars. Yep, only I can turn a potential make-out scene into a concussion.

And you're asking what Edward is doing? He's laughing his ass off, of course.

Authors Note: And you thought that they were finally going to get it on like rabbits.

Mask of Mirage