Disclaimer: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist, nor am I making money from writing this drabble...
Warnings/Notes/Rating: Em…I'd say there are warnings for creepy!Roy…probably sexual harassment since Winry never exactly notices what Roy ends up doing. The drabble might be considered a little funny. Or not. I dunno. Rating's mature. No specific FMA timeline really present in this drabble so probably AU-ish? I dunno. Enjoy I guess.
Drabble summary: Roy's inner voice sounds like Fullmetal, and it's telling him what a nice ass Winry has…and he ends up doing something creepy and she never notices.
Based on Saku's drabble wars prompt: Roy/Winry- Ed wasn't lying about how that outfit really showed off her butt when she worked at her table. He was really going to be fired one day; as if the miniskirt army idea wasn't bad enough this was a thousand times worse
FMA Chocolate Box Drabble Series
"Drabble 8: Roy 3"
By Yo's Subordinate; Written 3/11/16; About 365 words; & Posted to ffdotnet 3/21/16
She's got a fine, shapely ass bent over her work station like that, doesn't she, Colonel? Fullmetal's voice bounced around the walls of Mustang's head.
He can't remember if Fullmetal ever said anything to him about Miss Rockbell's "shapely" behind before, and if the boy hadn't, he had to wonder why the hell his inner voice sounded like the brat's…
The blonde automail mechanic was currently bent over her desk, banging and clanging on a tricky piece of automail with a wrench, her rear sticking out away from the table, her feet comfortably positioned a shoulder's length apart, her arms and hands straining with her work. She was clad in skimpy attire…in tight, holey blue jeans that clung to her rear in a very distracting manner. Her shirt couldn't even be called a shirt…it was more like lady's lingerie for their breasts. It was black and one of the garment's thin straps kept falling off her shoulder. The skin on her back was very soft…it looked like…not like he'd ever had the chance to brush against her skin before or anything. Miss Rockbell had very fair skin and her hair…oh that glorious head of hair. She had the blonde tresses bound in a high pony tail, and he couldn't help but be entranced by how it kept bouncing back and forth across her neck as she worked… oh how he'd love to run his bare hands through that mess of blonde hair and tug on it while she was beneath him as he thrust…
Mustang shook his thoughts free from going down that perverted pathway, but instead realized that he had somehow managed place himself right behind Miss Rockbell with his hands gripping her waist.
She didn't even seem to notice that Mustang was practically grinding himself against her behind. She was that concentrated on the automail piece in front of her.
Mustang quickly removed himself from Miss Rockbell's person before she could start screaming at him for being a pervert…
He shot out of the room where she'd been working and made a beeline for his office.
She's hard to resist, huh, Colonel? Fullmetal's mocking voice rang through his head again, and Mustang growled in response.
Owari