A/N: So, I know that it's been a very long time since i've posted anything. I decided to experience a little bit more life, love, and to actually have better than great sex before I started writing about it. Forgive me – it was all in an effort to make it good for you too.

This is purely fan made. These lovely characters aren't really mine...I just like to play with them from time to time. If you are under 18, please... don't scar yourself for life.

True, I talk of dreams,

Which are the children of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,

Which is as thin of substance as the air

And more inconstant than the wind

-Mercutio

Thanks for reading!!!

-Small Favors-

The scenery flowed by like an impressionist painting as the steam engine carried Ed and Alphonse across the countryside. Alphonse was leaning carefully against the seat back, occasionally looking down. Edward, seeming slightly more preoccupied, sat gazing absently out the window. The train ride had been fairly quiet, the most disturbance being the whistle and rocking that naturally accompany a train. A small meow escaped from Alphonse as he gingerly shifted in his seat.

Ed leaned back against the seat, stretching out his legs and putting his hands beneath his head. He would pretend that he hadn't heard it for now. There was no reason in denying him a kitten for the time being. Ed closed his eyes. The train rocked, and Al slipped out of the compartment to care for his adopted stray.

Ed smiled. He knew this was a dream, he loved this dream, this was what he had been hoping his nap would bring. He looked up at Winry with her red bandana, coveralls tied around her waist, black bra accentuating her breasts through her white undershirt. He quietly walked behind her, surprising her with a hug, pressing her against himself. She turned around to greet him with a kiss.

As they broke away from the kiss, Winry opened her eyes to find them staring into Ed's. He pushed her back against the work bench, hands sliding beneath her shirt, and forcefully kissed her. He could feel her body react, how the muscles in her abdomen tightened when his fingers brushed against them, he could feel her breath catch as he pressed his thumb into her nipple, moving it in slow circles. She let the breath out in something close to a shiver. Ed grinned. The frantic scramble leaving a trail of clothes flashed quickly through his dream. Ed looked down again, this time to Winry lying beneath him, porcelain skinned and like a goddess. Lamplight made her hair golden, illuminated her breasts in that mysterious way that drove him crazy. Ed ran his hands along her collar bones, across the curve of her breasts and hips, stopping at her thighs. Winry caught her breath, holding it until Ed slowly slid his fingers to the bend of her hips, his automail fingers giving her goose-pimples. Teasingly, he brought his lips ever close to her clit and …

FWUMP! He looked around sleepily at the unfamiliar scenery around him. This wasn't a part of the train he had remembered. A quick look down, however, showed him the window in which he had been watching scenery not long before and alerted him of his now present headache. With the realization that his head had slipped from the seat arm it had been resting on, Edward's attention was now focused on the increasingly uncomfortable bulge in his pants.

"That woman! She's going to be the end of me, I swear!" thought Ed as he quickly shut the compartment door and closed the curtains over the windows.