CHAPTER 4 – HER PECULIAR DREAM

Note: I've been making Al call Ed 'nii-san' instead of 'brother' for the mere fact that I think that's cute. I used to watch the Japanese-version anime and Al sounded adorable whenever he squealed 'nii-san!' so yeah… :)

Disclaimer: I forgot the disclaimer last time, did I not? Well, then: I don't own FMA. If I did, I'd probably have made Roy propose to Riza ***MANGA SPOILER SPOILER*** right after that "Lust incident". She cried for him, for Pete's sake! Show some romanticism, man… *rants* xD

Note: I didn't bother to reread so don't mind eventual typos please...


She could feel it was warm in there… but she couldn't see; so she removed the blindfold around her eyes.

Slowly, everything around her came into focus.

She was sitting in a dimly lit room. When she looked around, she realized there wasn't an electrical light on; there were quite a few candles lit all over the room. Five of them were white, big and square ones. She got herself up and, leaning over, inhaled the scent of vanilla that emanated from one them. She turned around to look at the other, much smaller candles in the room. These were either maroon or deep red, and their shape was round. Around each white candle sat five of the smaller candles, and these smelled of cinnamon and raspberries.

Which meant the room was not only candle-lit, but also smelled conspicuously nice. Sweet…

Then she noticed the bed. It was huge and round; and she'd never seen a round bed before. The sheets were red, under a thin pearl-colored cover, embroidered with fine, intricate designs. It was very pretty indeed, but she'd never expect to find a bed with red sheets pretty at all. Go figure.

Over and around part of the bed was a white, semi-transparent veil with something embroidered in it. So she walked over the fluffy black rug that partially covered the dark wooden floor and leaned closer to the curtain to inspect the images. But since there was little light, the details faded and she could only see there were many curves and random lines, forming what seemed like flowers and grass-like patterns… Roses in a garden, maybe.

"Nice, isn't it?" came an oddly familiar male voice from somewhere behind her. She gasped, and turned around; it felt like Edward's voice, but it was deeper than what she'd been used to.

However, when she turned to look, she was staring at a spot where she thought his face would be, and instead ended up looking at his neck.

So she looked just a few more centimeters up, to stare at his eyes. He was tall, taller than she could ever remember him, taller than she'd ever thought he'd become. She gawked at him sheepishly. He must've grown like 10 cm since last time she remembered…

And suddenly, her knowing that they were childhood friends, and who he was – the FullMetal Alchemist – was not a surprise for her. As if she hadn't had any memory loss at all.

She felt oddly disconcerted at the whole scenery.

"What is it?" he asked, curious about her bewilderment. "Do I look extra-good today? I did work out extra hard yesterday, since Al was leaving on his trip to Xing and all. Last-minute practice."

He grinned and waited for her face to return to normal as he pointed at his (now she noticed) naked chest. But she didn't; instead, she gawked even more, reddened, and then swallowed dry and her eyes were as large as two dinner plates. He assumed she was just in the mood or something, which was fine by him.

She felt something warm tingle between her thighs, and it was an odd sensation she'd had before, but could not remember when…

"Well, what do you think of this place?" He was hoping that she liked it. (To be honest, it had been Al's idea to have a romantic escapade in the little hut, hidden well inside the wood of one of Amestris' most beautiful mountains, near Risembool.)

Of course, he had blindfolded her during the final end of the almost one-hour trip, to make things more exciting. He only uncovered her eyes when they were inside the room.

She didn't know how, but she found the courage to speak hidden somewhere inside her throat, and decided to pull it out and make it talk.

"Ummm… Whe- why am I here?" She unglued her eyes from him and tried focusing on something else, afraid that they might fall off if she kept staring at him. He was so… muscled.

"Silly! What are you talking about? I swear you'll forget your own underwear if… oh wait, that already happened before. He heh." And he flashed her a boyishly handsome crooked smile that made her skin crawl and her legs shake. Her heart jumped as the meaning of the phrase sank into her head.

Embarrassed, she watched him as he walked over to the bed. Behind it, he picked up something from the floor and shook it at her. It was a small box, colorful, and with a ribbon tied around it. A gift!

"This," he said as he jiggled the box lightly and then put it down quickly, "is part two of your 21st birthday present." His smile widened and he leaned his head sideways, studying her face, amused at her expression.

"Wait… 21st birthday? How's that possible?" she thought. But what came out instead, much to her surprise and in a much more secure voice than she'd ever thought possible in that sort of situation, was, "…Oh? And what's part one of the present, then?"

She was no longer in control of her actions; maybe she'd never been. She felt her lips curl in a smile and her tongue licked her lips right before she bit them… her body moved on its own accord, walking over to him and leaning to one of the posts that supported the veil that partially hid the bed away. Her voice sounded husky, provocative.

Suddenly, she noticed she was wearing a very short, semi-transparent black night dress, the kind you see in some particular kind of stores. It was really pretty to be honest, since it had this nice white lacing around the edges of it, and she also noticed that the cleavage was a bit too revealing; she was practically naked, but she didn't feel the urge to cover her body – quite the opposite actually.

He flashed another tempting smile and brushed her nude thigh with his hand as he passed, throwing goosebumps all over her body. He collected a couple of glasses that sat on top of a desk in the other side of the small room and quickly went back to her side. Handing her a glass, he toasted and they chugged the drink down - Champaign. When it hit her, she sensed a renewed wave of heat go through her body and felt the urge to inhale deeply.

They put the glasses away and stared at each other longingly.

Suddenly, he grabbed her neck and gently pulled her body towards him, groping her bottom with his free hand. "This," he whispered into her ear, "is the second part of your gift…"

And he kissed her neck. It wasn't just a small peck, like the one's she once remembered giving him, and it wasn't on her cheek either. It was a long deep kiss on her neck, and what she felt can't easily be described in words.

First, her heart lifted and felt so light inside her chest that it might as well have evaporated. Then it started thumping really heard as he planted butterfly kisses all over her neckline, taking each precious moment to breathe on her skin, goosebumps still covering it. His hands moved around to places she wasn't quite sure he should be touching – and then all of a sudden, that idea faded away when he kissed her full in the lips.

The pressure between her thighs was growing bigger, stronger, and it thumped at the same rhythm as her heart. When his lips parted from hers she had to gasp for extra breath, and then he kissed her again quickly near her lips. She noticed that they were now lying down on the bed, and the veil around it gave her the impression that they were inside their own little world.

She felt something else: his weight on top of her, and something hard against her thigh. He was kissing her again, and now it wasn't just their lips; there was tongue action, and for a fraction of a second she wondered when the heck had they ever learned to french kiss. The thought was quickly forgotten though, since the whole situation seemed so natural and they moved as if they'd done that a hundred times over.

Things became sort of blurry; she didn't know what she was doing anymore, and all she knew was that neither of them had any garments on anymore, and they were very, very close together. All she knew was that she felt her body quiver and spasm every now and then, and that neither of them was embarrassed at all about their situation.

It was all so natural, like they knew each other's body by heart already. And it was so... romantic!

Their hands flew everywhere: to each other's hair, to each other's bottom… his back, her thighs; his strong arms, her hips; his abs, her breasts; his chest…

Okay: not their first time, definitely. That thought was scratched out of her mind in about two minutes.

The temperature was rising and she could feel him rubbing more and more against her. Sweat was pouring down their skins and it burned, it burned and it lit their fire. The aphrodisiac smell of the candles around them only made things more exciting, and his hands and fingers were absolutely tantalizing…

She could feel his muscles flex and bend beneath his warm, moist skin, and she loved the feeling of his body weight covering her and warming her up… they breathed almost in sync, faint and eager sighs.

She moaned and gasped when his fingers began exploring her, sending a whole new wave of shivers down her spine and her entire body. He was soooo good at it… and their faces were so close together that their lips touched, and their mouths were open gasping for air and tasting each other's breaths, and their bodies were almost glued together…

His fingers kept making her whole body shake over and over again; she was getting impatient now, and couldn't wait for him to take her right there. She grabbed his bulge with her hand and rubbed and pulled at it, arching her back in anticipation. In response, it flicked and pulsed playfully, as if it had a heart of its own.

"Nhh… Ed!…" She groaned and moaned harder and harder, calling his name and grabbing his hair. She just couldn't wait anymore… and he couldn't either.

Suddenly, a quick thrust from him; and she gasped like she'd never gasped before.

Yes, I know it's short! But that's how it came out to be. I didn't want to make this long anyways... Well, review and tell me what you think! :)

Next: Chapter 5 - THE ART OF TEASING, part 1: how is Winry going to react to this dream of hers? (mufufufufu)

Edit: err, I only noticed now that the final part of this chapter is way more graphic than I had intended it to; I mistakenly posted this chapter without checking the end of it before posting...

Well, I'll leave it like this now. But initially I had not planned to make this so graphic really! ^.^"