A/N: Heya fellow readers! Heh! Okay, so I really apologize for the long wait. I promise this won't happen again, well, that is if I don't break my new computer I'll be more careful next time.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter since it's the longest I've written.
Warnings: Nothing explicit but mentions of adult content. Not a lot though. Language, of course. And some craziness.
Pairings: I'm adding this one 'cause there is Russell/Ed but only for a few moments. But as always…Roy/Ed.
ENJOY AND REVIEW!
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I remembered everything that happened last night. I mean, how could I not remember that terrible dream and then Roy taking me in his arms to sleep dreamlessly the rest of the night. What I really don't want to remember is the rest being there seeing me all weak and vulnerable. I really don't care if Roy saw me like that. We both know we can't help it and that we will always have those kinds of dreams, haunting us.
Well, since I remember everything from last night, how come I can't remember when he left?! I think that waking up alone after you saw your prince lying next to you last night sucks more than said prince is going out with someone you consider as your friend. Well, if I'm waking up alone, I might at least go back to sleep so maybe when I wake up next time I will really do find my prince next to me. Sighs. Why do I even keep my hopes up? I know that is never going to happen.
I sat up and started looking around, just to see if indeed Roy has left or if he is just in the bathroom. I like better the second option. Just when I was about to give up for waiting the man that, according to me, was supposed to be in the bathroom, the bedroom door opened. I looked up as I noticed that the person behind that door was opening it slowly, thinking that I might still be asleep. How annoying.
"Colonel bastard! You should have at least told me you were going…somewhere!" I yelled as I threw my pillow to the door as it closed again. A few second later, Russell's head peaked over.
"Hehe, sorry to disappoint you Ed, but I'm not your little lover who is actually down stair enjoying his breakfast." Damn bastard.
"Oh…hey! He is not my lover! I have nothing to do with that bastard!" I yelled again, and also noticing how my face flushed. Russell started laughing as he entered the room and sat next to me.
"You really look cute with those ears." Haa?! Is he…is he freaking hitting on me!? Jeez…
"Hey, remember you have a girlfriend." I reminded him. Seriously…these people are damn crazy. First Roy trying to cheat on Hawkeye, then Russell trying to cheat on his girlfriend? Have they noticed that I'm not a girl? Or do they have that idea in mind? I will kill myself if that's it.
"Yeah…too bad, 'cause you are really worth everything." He said as he kissed my cheek, and of course, I blushed crazily. I turned to look at him with a, well, a very terrified look on my face, and as I was about to speak he suddenly kissed me. And I just find that wrong. I mean, he is handsome and all that, but he has a freaking girlfriend! Oh, and please don't forget that said girlfriend is the Fuhrer's daughter!
I was about to pull away from the kiss and tell him to stop it when all of a sudden he brought his hands up to my head as he deepened the kiss. I must admit that he is a good kisser too, but nothing compared to Roy. Roy, well let's say Roy is more of a passionate but lustful kisser, while Russell is the kind of greedy and vicious. But still an acceptable kisser.
I was so engrossed by the kiss that I couldn't believe myself either, but found myself kissing back. Damn cats for being all needy for love. Mental note: Kill All Cats. Well, once I figure out how to remove the cat transmutated with me first.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?" We both heard as I parted away and looked over at the intruder. That smug bastard always ruining the good parts.
I blushed furiously as I looked down to stare at my interesting hands as Russell stood up and left the room.
"You do realize that you just made him cheat on the Fuhrer's daughter and that if she finds out he will get executed and you will be out of the military." I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out, like a kid, but I'm no kid!
"How childish Edward."
"Haaa, do I see a hint of jealousy in your eyes? Are you jealous that I kissed Russell? Uu-la-la, Roy is jealous. Who would have thought that Mighty-Old-Roy could get jealous by seeing moi (1) kissing Russell." Obviously not true, but it was the prefect timing to tease Roy.
"What! I'm not jealous! And I'm certainly not old!" He left the room making it obvious that I got him angry since he closed the door a little bit harsh. And here I thought he was going to say some of his stupid remarks like "How could I be jealous when you had to look up just to reach at least his chin!" or "Don't worry Fullmetal, I know you would still die for me, but you know what? I have Riza so you could just fly away exactly like the small bee you are." Okay…the last remark wasn't exactly how Roy would say it, but hey! He has said so many remarks about my stature that he could have said that. Who knows? We are talking about Roy Mustang anyways so his remarks are pretty much stupid. Just like he is. Heh! Sweatdrop. Who am I kidding?
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"Ed! Can't you wake up a little bit earlier?! It's already ten thirty!" Is she kidding me? Does she want me to wake up at five in the morning?! Crazy people.
"Yeah, yeah…so what's for breakfast?" I asked changing the subject. I don't really want Winry asking me about what happened to me last night or if I had a bad dream or if it was Roy's fault, which could be half-true.
"Well, since you didn't wake up early…the Colonel ate it all."
"You did WHAT?! You ate MY breakfast?! How dare you eat my breakfast!" My holy breakfast! I started yelling at Hughes as he started to back away.
"Not me Colonel, him Colonel." Hughes answered as fast as he could so maybe I wouldn't stab him. Like I would…yeah, probably I would. Hughes then pointed to a very relaxed Colonel bastard drinking his coffee.
"Wha-?" He barely said before I screamed and launched at him.
"DIE YOU BASTARD!" I landed on top of his legs making him (and me since I'm literally on top of him) fall back. This is so…déjà vu, some how.
"You ate my food! It was my food! Mine!" I was still yelling at him while I tried to punch him in the face…or anywhere! But he started to push my hands away so I wouldn't get what I wanted so desperately.
"I didn't eat your food, Fullmetal!" He yelled back but not like I cared really. I just wanted to beat the sh……out of him!
"Liar! I know it was you!!!" He lies to me all the time so why should I believe him this time? Seriously, he is just some smug bastard who thinks that he can get away with everything just because of his good looks. Well not this time!
"I'm serious Ed! Now get off of me!" Oh-uh, he used my name, which it's now bad omen! Just because he said it. Oh no! I'm cursed! And he also sounded serious! No! Wait-
"What? You didn't eat my food?" I stopped and stared down at Roy. We are in a really awkward position…like last time…but don't ask! He rolled his eyes and sighed deeply.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you! Now get off!" he started to push me again but I stopped him.
"Prove it." He stopped and stared at me confused.
"Prove it that it wasn't you." I said again. He thought for second and then smirked. Not good.
"I don't think you will like my 'prove'." He said while his smirk turned into a grin and I blushed. I sighed trying to think about how he wanted to show me that it wasn't him who ate my breakfast but couldn't think of anything. I sighed again and nodded while his grin grew even more and I blushed into a very dark shade of red.
"You've been warned." He said one last time as I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I know! So are you going to sho-" I was cut off in mid sentence as Roy pulled me by the collar and pressed his lips against mine a little bit rough. I was surprised at first but as he started to slightly touch my lower lip with his tongue I got the message that he wanted an entrance so I gave him one as I opened my mouth slowly. He started to explore the inside of my mouth, but I wanted to take over the kiss and started fighting his tongue to get an entrance. I was so focused on my kiss that I didn't want to get bothered when Hughes said, "I'll wait for you guys outside until you are done…" or Winry saying "Too much information for me." I don't blame them; actually I would say the same thing if I suddenly found Al and Winry fighting then making out on the floor. The only difference here is that Roy is my superior, half my age and a man while in Winry's case…yeah.
I was the first one to break the kiss in need for air. I kept my eyes closed as I started to think the big mistake I just made, but didn't want to ruin the good moment I just had. Yeah sure, the man is dating Hawkeye right now and all that, but that doesn't mean that they are actually together, or are they? Are they already a couple? Nah, I don't thinks so. Even Hawkeye told me that they were both 'going out' meaning it is just dating, which gives me a right to still kiss the man under me, right? (No perverted thoughts! Heh!) Do I have the right to kiss him anyways? This is so confusing! Why does he have to be such a good kisser?!
"So?"
"You taste like bad-made coffee." I made a disgusted face, to really not show that I enjoyed the kiss. When he started smirking I rolled my eyes, got up and headed outside. God, I already kissed too many people today! Well, just two, but still! Urgh! I still think Roy kisses way better than Russell.
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"Are you guys done? We don't have all day ya know?" How unnerving. Hughes grinned at me and then looked past me and winked. I looked behind me and saw Roy standing behind me.
"We weren't doing anything perverted Hughes." I growled at him but his grin just got wider.
"That's what you want to make us think." Ew, no.
"Okay, so now that we found the Fuhrer's daughter we can leave." Roy announced as he walked past me. I stared at him for a while before I decided to follow.
"Hold on!" I looked back and saw Winry with suitcase in her hands. What the hell does she want now?
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going with you, stupid." Have I told you that I hate her? More than I hate Mustang? ...I think I'm exaggerating, I hate Mustang the most.
"What?! You are so NOT going with us."
"She is Fullmetal, so stop being a wimp." Before I started to make my remark, Winry interrupted me.
"I'm going back home. You know, the house I bought with Al? Yeah, there." I really don't understand how my brother was stupid enough to marry her! That's suicidal. But it's his funeral and not mine, except if I don't shut up right now.
"Fine, do whatever you want. I really don't care."
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"Why does she have a room for herself and I have to share it with you again?!" Yeah, maybe I'm turning out to be whiny but I won't quit it until I get what I want. Both Winry and Armstrong were getting rooms for one. I understand why Armstrong, but Winry?
"Because I'm a girl-"
"There is nothing girly 'bout you." I muttered under my breath and sighed.
"Well, compared to you I'm not!" What does that mean anyways? Is that some woman language? 'Well, compared to you I'm not!' Blah, blah. Wait…
"Who re you calling so short that can be mistaken by an ant and not just any ant but a female ant!" I feel so much better. Who does she think she is going around telling me I'm much more girly than her!
"I said no such thing." Oh so now she is Winry-All-Mighty who knows everything? Now that's why I'm gay. Women are always the same old thing: boring! They just keep talking and talking about non-sense and we are just stupid enough for not telling them to shut up. But I'm not that stupid. Of course I would tell Winry to shut up, but I don't want to get hit by her wrench again. Where does she even take that thing out from? Talking about a black hole in your pants.
"Yeah, whatever. That's not the point."
"Then what's the point?" Hughes interrupted me, but instead I glared at Mustang like if he was the one who had spoken.
"The point is that I don't want to share the room with that bastard. You are his best friend so why don't you stay with him?" I looked from Hughes to Roy once before glaring at Roy again as he just smirked. One of the things why I don't want to share the room with him.
"Well you see, I snore at night and he hates it when I snore."
"So what? Like he deserves anything better." Hughes snores? Eek, how annoying. Another of the things I found perfect from Mustang is that he is not like every other guy: he does not snore.
"Just quit your whining Ed! You seriously need to get laid." Winry said before she moved on and entered her room. I stared at her gaping and then frowned.
"I refuse to stay with that bastard." I pouted and crossed my arms like a little child. But I'm no child! Urgh…how many times do I have to say it?
"You look more like a lion than a cat you are supposed to be," I glared at Roy again and noticed his famous smirk forming.
"But you are to small to be a lion, so maybe a cub could be better for you." His smirk turned into a grin as I clenched my teeth and was about to respond to his remark when Havoc came from behind me and put his hand on my mouth to shut me up.
"I have an idea, what about if Hughes stays with the Fuhrer's daughter, Roy with the boy and I stay with Edward?" I bit him then. I was not going to but when he said that Russell could stay with Mustang, well let's say I got bit jealous. Okay, I have to admit that all this about 'not wanting to stay with Mustang' is an act, and a pretty good one since everyone is buying it. But it's just for the best so people won't think that I'm dying to be at his side, which I'm not. But knowing Russell and Mustang, they will do something…funny. Not like I'm worried! But Russell has a girlfriend!
"Why can't I stay with Sky? After all, she is my girlfriend." We all but glared at Russell who immediately blushed.
"We don't want to explain to the Fuhrer why she suddenly got pregnant." Hughes answered sincerely. I coughed and looked away as Sky, the Fuhrer's daughter, blushed lightly but frowned.
"I can take care of myself. I don't need my pap's bodyguards to protect me from my boyfriend." I sighed and shook my head. Girls, they really don't care about the consequences (2).
"Even if you think that way it won't change the fact that your boyfriend won't be staying with you." Roy answered out of irritation. I would have answered the same thing.
"If Sky wants me to stay with her I will. She is the Fuhrer's daughter after all. Anything she says should be obeyed." And then another bastard spoke up again. He is so full of-aargh! Whatever. Their life's, not mine. Everyone else seemed not to have an answer for that; they knew that Russell was right. If Sky wanted to be left alone with her boyfriend while going to Central then there was no arguing…except…
"Fine, he will stay with you, but I will be there too." Answered Hughes after a long pause.
"What!" Both of them yelled in unison and so did I.
"But if you stay with them then I have to stay with that bastard again! And he will be bothering me the whole ride with catnip! Do you know how annoying that is!" I pouted.
"Don't complain Fullmetal, I know you like it." I glared at the older man as I received the famous smirk once again.
"Not just that! If he stays with us it will be…well, plain awkward!"
"Oh! So you were planning on doing something." Russell blushed and denied such thing.
"Well, Hughes you stay with those kids-"
"Are you calling me a kid, kitty?" Russell interrupted me. I twitched before I smacked his head.
"As I was saying, Hughes you stay with them, I'll stay with Havoc and you Mustang can stay by yourself." I said with a tone that said don't-you-even-think-about-arguing-with-me-right-now-or-I'll-kill-you. They all nodded getting the message, not even Russell and Sky complained as everyone moved to their compartments.
Havoc and me got a room next to, surprise-surprise, Mustang. Beside the bastard was Hughes, little bastard and the Fuhrer's daughter. And beside them were Winry, all alone, and then Armstrong.
"Okay boss, let's see. So there is only one bed-"
"Which I refuse to share with you." I interrupted before he could finish.
"-So I will be sleeping on the couch I guess." I nodded before I settled my stuff around the big-enough-for-five-guests compartment. How could it be big enough for five when there is only one freaking bed?
"Well, at least you are not complaining like the bastard. And I hope you don't attack me with…catnip or whatever you have. I'm still human and I don't want to be treated like a cat." I waited for response but when I got none I looked around just to find myself alone.
"Damn it Havoc! I was speaking to you!" I yelled which soon followed by a loud thud coming from the other side. Oh, so the bastard was trying to shut me up. Ha! He wants to fight!
I jumped on the bed and started to crawl towards the wall separating my and Havoc's compartment with Mustang. Once I reached the wall I started hitting it as hard as I could, which soon enough Mustang returned by hitting the wall as well.
"That bastard is not going to win." I started hitting the wall harder and harder each time the bastard would hit it back.
"Jeez! Give up!" I yelled at him loud enough for him to hear it, which I certainly did not doubt when he yelled back.
"I'll stop when you stop!" Childish.
"Fine! Urgh! Bastard! Just stop it!" I soon stopped when I felt a headache coming. I lie down and put my hand on top of my face, blocking the light.
Why can't he be nice? Why does he have to be such a jerk! I hate him when he is like that. Not that I like him when he is nice-oh who am I kidding.
My cat ears twitched as I heard someone approach the door. Then, before the person knocked I told him to come in. I noticed that he hesitated a little bit before he opened the door and stepped in. The smell of cologne reached my noses trills and soon, by just smelling him I recognized who it was.
"What do you want bastard." I growled before I heard him chuckle. The smell was getting stronger and stronger and I realized that he was approaching. While he moved he started to make a lot of noise. I should remind him not to walk with his feet glued to the floor and instead raise them a little higher; damn bastard doesn't know how to walk. I tried not to laugh at the thought when all the noise stopped. I frowned and waited, but nothing. I removed my hand away from my face and was soon met by someone lips against mine. My eyes widened as I noticed blond hair. What. The. Hell. I thought it was Mustang!
I pushed him away as I sat up.
"What the hell are you doing!" I screamed.
"Guess I missed you." Russell answered while getting up from the floor since I pushed him little bit too hard that he fell. I blushed furiously as he spoke but I just growled at him.
"You have a freaking girlfriend idiot! And why aren't you with her?!" He grinned down at me before he sat beside me a leaned.
"There was a change." I could feel his breath on my face as he started to lean closer and closer and I started to back away only to be met with the wall behind me. Great, that's just great.
"What kind of change?" I blushed even more when our noses where almost touching.
"The other blonde moved with the one who stayed by himself while the one staying with Sky told me to move in with you, which I gladly accepted." He grinned when tried to move my head to the side.
"I think I prefer being with Mustang than you." I replied while I pushed him and got up from the bed.
"Oh really? You are his boyfriend or what?" I laughed and shook my head.
"I wish." I answered but only loud enough for even me to hear.
"Well then, since you are not taken I guess I could make a move on you." I looked up and stared at him in horror.
"I'm not taken, but you are." I moved past him but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I turned around to face him or shove him but quickly regretted it. He put an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. He was ready to kiss me again when I reacted and slapped him across the face.
"Idiot, don't try anything funny with me or you'll be sleeping outside." I warned him before I left to get some food.
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"So how's your new roommate?" Hughes asked me but I just glared at him.
"I guess not well?" Havoc ventured saying which I smacked him on the head.
"You traitor. You prefer staying with that bastard than with me?" He nodded and I smacked him again.
"Don't get so worked up Fullmetal just because Jean finally made a good choice in his life." I frowned and glared at Mustang, then smirked.
"But you are the one who loves being with me." Mustang was taken aback a little when I noticed his eyes widen a little but then he smirked.
"Well, of course Fullmetal. That's what boyfriends are supposed to feel." I blushed and looked down at my plate to hide it.
"I'd love to chat more but I'm tired." Mustang said as he stood up and left.
"He is such a liar, he doesn't look tired at all." I mumbled to myself but everyone heard me.
"Believe me or not, but he is." Hughes replied.
"Why is he tired? Didn't get enough sleep? Stupid bastard."
"He actually didn't get any. He stayed up all night just to watch over you." I snickered. That was not possible. Mustang watching over me? Yeah right. That will happen when there's a cold day in Hell.
"I knew you wouldn't believe me."
"Sorry, but it really is hard to imagine Mustang get all worried about me. It's like saying that I believe in God, which is ridiculous." Hughes shrugged, got up and left.
It was not late, but also not early either. But I guess little nap wouldn't hurt. I stood up as well and left to rest a little bit more.
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I woke up by the feeling of something heavy on my stomach. I opened my eyes slowly and looked down just to see Russell cuddled next to me with his hand across my stomach. Not again! I pushed him and he woke up startled.
"Oh, hey. Um, sorry if I woke you up…?" He was blushing and was getting nervous; I could tell by the way he rubbed his hands.
"Yeah, whatever." I said to make him relax. I don't even know why I want that. I reached for my silver watch and looked at the hour. Nine thirty. Wow, what a nap.
"Great, it's 9:30 and there is nothing entertaining to do." I heard Russell complain.
"Just read or something." I told him while I grabbed my journal and started writing. While I was writing I tried to ignore Russell, but he was just making a lot of noise and he wouldn't stop moving.
"I'll be right back." He announced before he left the room. Then I got the chance to write as fast as I could before he came back.
And what seemed like forever, I finished writing and Russell still wasn't back yet. I put my journal away and stood up to go find him when the door opened and Russell stepped in.
"Where were you?" I asked a little annoyed. He just grinned and pulled two bottles of Vodka from behind him.
"Where did you get those?" I pointed at the bottles and his grin just got wider.
"I took them from the food compartment. I was going to bring beer, but vodka is so much better." I raised an eyebrow as I crossed my arms.
"In other words, you stole those bottles." It wasn't a question, but a statement. He nodded as he put one bottle of vodka on the bed and tried to open the other one.
"Here, let's drink some." He said before taking a sip from the bottle and then passing it to me. I shook my head and went to sit on the couch.
"You are no fun! Why won't you drink little bit? It'll make you relax." I glared at him but didn't say anything.
"Look, don't worry. I'll make sure you don't get drunk and make something stupid, okay? You can trust me."
"Ha! Right, trust you…what a great joke." I replied sarcastically but not at all humorous.
"I'm serious. If you get drunk I give you permission to castrate me." I looked at him with amusement.
"Okay, prepare yourself to get castrated tomorrow morning." I replied with grin.
"Hey! But is not my fault if you are the one drinking just to make that happen." I just laughed at him while I took the bottle of vodka and took a big swing. I started choking as I felt my throat burn.
"You are not supposed to drink it like if it were water! Just little by little." Russell was laughing at me as he took the bottle back. Once the pain in my throat was gone I stood up to go find some glasses. I actually found four but only took two of them.
"I think it will be easier if he have some glasses." I gave one to Russell and he poured himself some vodka in his glass. I did the same and then we put the bottle side. We were both sitting next to each other on the couch while we drank. We were quiet for some time but then we started speaking and laughing at random things. I don't know if it was the effect of the alcohol but I was starting to feel dizzy, or more like lightheaded. When I looked at Russell he was starting to act much like myself, but I noticed that he at least had a little bit more of control.
"So, let me see if I get this straight. You are afraid of heights even when you are so short?" Russell asked me. It was so random our conversation, really.
"Yees, aand noo, I aam noot shhoort." I tried to say every word slowly so Russell wouldn't notice that I was starting to get drunk already. He started laughing, actually he laughed every time I spoke.
"Dude, you are so fucked up." He said while he laughed more. I tried to stand up and hit him but I only ended on the floor.
"And you are so drunk!" We were both laughing like crazy, like if we were old friends.
"I haave aan ideeea." I tried to stand up again but this time Russell helped me even when we were both swaying.
"Youu, waait foor meee over thereee." I pointed to the bed as I walked over to switch the lights off.
"What are you doing?" He asked me when I turned the lights off.
"Shhhh." I went back to sit next to him on the bed with a flashlight in hand. I grabbed the bed's sheet and put it on top of Russell and me.
"Ruuusseeell, youu scaaared of the daaaark?" I started cracking up and he joined.
"You are going to tell spooky story?" I nodded and grinned.
"Okay, then wait up. Let me go for more vodka."
"Briing me someee." Moments later and Russell came back with both of our glasses and the almost empty bottle.
"Start."
"Okay, soo, it's a story thaat anyone who hears it…dies!" Maybe being drunk makes me all dramatic, but Russell didn't think so when he started laughing.
"What's the story about?"
"Wait, waaait. Do you reaaally want to hear it?"
"Yes, I wanna know."
"But…you will dieee!" He laughed and just shook his head.
"Are you worried about me?" I stared at him for a moment before I grinned.
"Of course I am." I practically purred as I leaned forward. I didn't even know what I was doing so please no blaming!
"Sooo, you won't tell me 'cause you don't want me to die?" I may be too drunk to notice things, but I did notice that Russell was also leaning forward.
"No, I will stiiill tell you the stooory." I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned over so my lips were touching his ear.
"It's 'bout a rubber-duck in a tub." He chuckled and so did I. The story was so stupid and random.
"And what happened to the rubber-duck?" I was about to answer when we heard lighting all of a sudden and scared the hell out of me. I jumped on Russell putting my hands around his neck. Russell laughed as he looked up at me. Apparently, while I jumped, Russell fell on his back and me on top of him.
"Whoa." Was the only thing I said before I looked at Russell laughing at me.
"You look so cute." He cupped my cheek and I blushed. He, then, rolled me over so I would be under him, and him on top.
"I prefer being on top." He had a huge grin on his face before he reach down and captured my lips on his. At first I was surprised, but being in a drunk state and not really thinking over at things I could only return the kiss and put my arms around his neck again.
I moved my head to the side to try to deepen the kiss, and started playing with his hair with my fingers; it felt good. After a moment, Russell started moving and gasping for air at the same time I did, but instead of kissing me again on the lips he moved to my jaw and my neck.
"Tickles." I moaned but he didn't stop. He sat up for a moment and took of my read coat and the black jacket then went back to my neck and collarbone. He was still on top of me but I didn't mind. I agree with him that it would be kind of awkward for me to be on the top.
He moved his hand again and pulled over the black tank top. He grinned once more before kissing me on the lips again, but not for long. He reached down as he started kissing his way down to my stomach, which made me laugh a little. He then stopped when he reached the buckle of my pants. I looked up at him as he tried to unbuckle them.
"Hey, whaat are you dooing?" I asked him as I pushed away his hand.
"Don't you want this?" I shook my head as he frowned.
"No, not from you." I said as I lay back again and curled up bringing my knees close to my chest. As soon as I felt comfortable like this I felt myself drift into sleep again. I think I could do that and trust Russell not to rape me. At least I hope so. If he did try something funny then I will castrate him.
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(1)-'Moi' means 'me' in French, heh!
(2)-I know this is not true since I'm a girl myself thank you very much, but remember that this is Ed's point of view. Keep in mind that he is gay and a guy. No offence to you guys.
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Okay, so first of all I want to thank all of you who gave their opinion about making this fic an MPreg. For those who did not want this fic to turn into an MPreg, be glad it won't be. I might write another EdNeko story but as an MPreg for those who agreed to it.
Also, there will be no lemons, I know, I'm sorry but I'm doing this for Spottedstar106 who asked me not to. I want her to keep her innocence, so please don't get mad at her and understand the situation. Well, I guess that's it.
Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! No worries! The next chapter is almost finished and will certainly be posted on Saturday, so wait up! XD!
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