Ready for a different AU? I was listening to my iPod when this song came on and this one-shot was conceived. It might strike you as strange but that's exactly what I'm going for.

Before we start –

Angel: n. [[Gr angelos, messenger]] 1. Theol. a) a messenger of God b) a supernatural being with greater than human power, etc, 2. An image of a human figure with wings and a halo. 3. a person regarded as beautiful, good, innocent, etc. 4. [Inf] a financial backer, as for a play

I don't know which meaning the band was using but I'm going for the third in this story.

Pairings: Male!Winry/Fem!Ed

Past Roy/Fem!Ed (and the desire to renew it)

Soundtrack: Wish I Had an Angel – Nightwish

Roy Mustang took the chance to glance around the room. He spotted a familiar blonde couple at a table with a brown haired couple. One of the women gave him a look that said she knew where he lived. He felt desire well up inside him because she actually did. It had been so long since he had her in his bed. Actually, he had been in hers more often. Now he had to be careful. Edwarda Elric now belonged to Winston Rockbell and Winston was not a man you stole from no mater how great your envy or lust was. He sighed. "I wish I had an angel for one moment of love. I wish I had your angel tonight."

Ed smiled and excused herself from the table, going over to the bar and positioned herself near Roy and ordering vodka. She knew what was on his mind. Frankly, she was feeling the desire herself. "Deep into a dying day, I took a step outside an innocent heart. Prepare to hate me. Fall when I may. This night will hurt you like never before." She sat down, so close to him, and continued. "Old loves, they die hard. Old lies, they die harder."

Winston was looking over there but Roy ignored him. "Scotch, please," he said to the bartender.

"Scotch was invented by a little old lady from Resembool," said Ed, although she knew that wasn't so.

He sighed. "Never mind the Scotch. Give me what the lady's having there."

"You always knew how to flatter me."

He sipped the drink he was handed. "Cran Vodka. I should have known. You always loved the stuff."

"First loves never die," she replied.

He didn't miss the implication. "Duly noted."

"EDWARDA!" yelled Winston.

Roy watched her amble off. "I wish I had an angel for one moment of love. I wish I had your angel. Your Virgin Mary undone."

She smirked, knowing exactly what came next. "I'm in love with my lust, burning angel wings to dust. I wish I had your angel tonight." She summoned a waiter for another vodka. "I'm going down, so frail 'n' cruel. Drunken disguise changes all the rules. Old loves, they die hard. Old lies, they die harder."

He sighed, turning back to his drink. "I wish I had an angel for one moment of love. I wish I had your angel. Your Virgin Mary undone."

She sat back down but turned to look at him. "I'm in love with my lust, burning angel wings to dust. I wish I had your angel tonight."

"Let's go," said Winston. "Put it on Mustang's bill," he told the waiter. Ed laughed as the confused waiter brought Roy their check. He looked at them as she was dragged out the door and she winked.

Roy smirked, paying both tabs and left. He knew what that meant. "Greatest thrill, not to kill but to have the prize of the night." Then he remembered how they fell apart to begin with. "Hypocrite. Wannabe friend. 13th disciple who betrayed me for nothing."

Ed was waiting for him on his doorstep. The sight of her made him forgive her. "Last dance. First kiss. Your touch. My bliss. Beauty always comes with dark thoughts."

He unlocked the door. "I wish I had an angel for one moment of love. I wish I had your angel. Your Virgin Mary undone. I'm in love with my lust, burning angel wings to dust. I wish I had your angel tonight."

She smiled at the ceiling some time later. We could have resurrected Lust if that was possible. "I wish I had an angel. I wish I had an angel. I wish I had an angel. I wish I had angel." She got up and picked up her clothes. "I'd almost forgotten how you made me feel, Colonel Mustard."

"Then maybe you should come back," he replied.

"Maybe I should." She left once she was dressed.