((Well, when life gives you lemons, take them and write YAOI! Don't worry. For all you lemon-lovers out there, there will be plenty of that, or, as much as I can post on here without crossing the rating limit. God, I love scenes like this… Details, details, details! I wuv them so! 3 And it's so CUTE:3))

"Yeah, yeah," Ed chuckled, and shut the bathroom door. Well, at the very least Roy was able to make him smile when all things had gone wrong, and that in itself was rewarding. To think that he had doubted the strength of their relationship once. He'd never do that again. He knew now that he did, in fact, love Ed, more than he had ever remembered loving a partner before, and that was all that mattered. He smiled, and sat back down on the couch, careful to miss the spot where Ed had made it wet. His coffee had chilled a little bit, but it hardly mattered to him; he'd drink it anyway.

After nearly half an hour, he heard quite a bit of commotion from inside the bathroom, coupled with a few curses from, the Fullmetal as he did who knew what. Mustang raised a brow, and rapped on the door with the back of his knuckles,

"Edward, are you all right?"

"Yeah, fine. You're--urgh--This damn shirt's too big!"

"I can get you another one if you'd like. I might be able to find a smaller one." Ed thought about it for a moment, and then answered,

"You know what... Fuck it. Nah, I'm fine." He pulled the door open and stepped out. He was completely shirtless, the sweatpants cinched around his slender waist. Roy's brows raised in astonishment. "What?"

"I thought you--"

"I decided that it really wasn't a big deal... I've been spending so much time with you anyway..." he shrugged, but his arms were folded across his chest in such a nervous manner, his left hand clutching his metallic upper arm.

"Is it the automail?"

"Well, I... Yeah. It's the automail." He glanced at the floor, looking up when the Colonel chuckled,

"You think a few metal limbs are going to bother me? Hold out your arm." Slowly, Ed dropped them to his sides and extended his right, finally exposing himself entirely. He'd colored a bit and closed his eyes, trying to keep nervous breath steady, but Roy knew he wanted to get over this self-consciousness as much as Roy wanted him to. The Flame Alchemist took Fullmetal's hand between his own, stroking and caressing the cool metal surface, watching Ed reaction as he inched his hand up to his wrist. Ed opened his eyes a crack to watch, as he couldn't feel those fingers at all, and still did not move as his lover familiarized himself with every surface of his lower arm. Then, to his elbow, where he felt between the joints, and he slowly moved up to Ed's upper arm. Still, there was nothing. So far, so good.

Then, he started to massage Ed's shoulder, which he knew Ed would be able to sense in some manner, as there was still living tissue beneath the metal. All of the muscles of Ed's chest and stomach clenched, his left hand balling into a fist. Well, his mechanic had touched his automail before, but never in such an intimate manner, and Ed had known her far longer than he had known Roy. Still, Mustang pressed on without hesitation, moving from his shoulder to the metal plate that covered more than half of his right pectoral muscle. Ed's breathing quickened slightly, but he didn't say that he wanted Roy to stop, so he didn't. At least, not until he reached the edge of the metal plate, where soft skin met cool steel.

"Am I allowed?" Ed said nothing. Just nodded. This was something Roy had been dying to do for quite some time since Ed's body was so positively irresistible and begged to be touched. Ed's right arm dropped, and he gasped audibly when Roy's hand settled on his left pectoral, but he didn't pull away, nor did he resist when Roy set his other hand on the boy's back and pulled him closer, so they were nearly touching, to give Ed the full effect. He leaned his forehead against Roy as those hands wandered freely across him, stroking the ridges of his abdominal muscles, tracing up his sides and around to his back. It was absolutely intoxicating to do such a thing, and the reaction he was getting from Ed made him purr softly with delight. Finally, to finish off his exploration, he carded his fingers through Ed's blond bangs, smiling down at the boy as he embraced him tightly. That automail was a bit chilly, but that didn't matter. All Roy knew was that when he was allowed to strip Ed entirely, it was going to be worth every second.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it Ed?"

"Hell no..." he hugged Roy tightly, "It felt good, and I'm glad I let you... I'll even sleep in your room with you if you'll let me," he looked up at the Colonel, a smile on his face. Roy could never say no to those eyes, those gorgeous, shimmering eyes.

"Of course."