Al is all grown up and he's got himself a girlfriend, but what would happen if he founds out she's a homunculus. Read, enjoy, and please review. I accept all reviews, positive and also constructive criticism, but no flames.

I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist…but I do wish I own Al.

Torn Between Two

Chapter 1: Al and Me

The clock has yet to strike six a.m. as I awoke to the sensation of another's body next to mine. Light kisses tickled my neck as a hand caressed my stomach.

"Come on, baby, please…" a sweet voice whispers in my ear as his hand moves slowly down to the top of my pajama pants. "…the only thing that can start this day right is you," the hand is now in my pants; giving me a sample of my want, but what I want now must be delayed for a need. My need for him not to find out must be put first, before anything. Taking his hand out, I turn around to face him.

"Look, Al, I told you before; I'm not ready."

"But…but why?" he looks at me with those hazel brown eyes in a way that would even break the toughest of hearts. I just had to kiss him between the eyebrows, not one, but two times. I try and struggle to answer his question.

"Because, I'm…just not ready…" was all I could offer up. Those sweet brown eyes suddenly turn to hurt and disappointment. He glares at me for a few seconds, and then angrily gets out of bed.

"Where are you going? It's only six."

"Where do you think," he mutters as he heads into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I sigh, staring up at the ceiling, not wanting to know his business within the bathroom; the business that could have stemmed from the fact that I'm not giving him what he wants…what we both want…I let out another sigh, one of relief when I hear the shower being turned on.

A few moments later, Alphonse comes out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His exposed body glistens with water, while his wet long hair, usually in a pony tail, hangs toward his mid back. Seeing him like this has a slight…or shall I say, major effect on me. I stare intently at him, wanting so badly to lick every drop of his handsome young body…he notices my stare and quickly turn his back to me, but I kept on staring, not wanting to give up my view of this hot young man. I watch him as he uses my blow dryer to dry his hair.

"Hey, hun, don't break that dryer. It's the only one I got," I giggle, playfully at him.

"Don't count on it," he mumbles to rather himself, not even glancing at me

"Hmph, someone's not in the best of moods this morning," I get up to walk towards him, meaning to cheer him up. Taking the blow dryer from him, I motion Al to sit on the bed while I continue the blow drying.

"Look, I can do this myself."

"But I always did your hair," I responded as I got on the bed behind him to finish drying the hair. Drying his hair, I notice the change in color; from a wet dark brown to a pretty dirty blond. After drying, I brushed Al's hair until it shown as a pretty bronze like color, then wrapped his hair up in its usual ponytail. Like that Destiny Child song went, "Let me cater to you, boy." After that, I kissed him on his cheek and made sure this boy was tackled into a hug.

"You are so adorable. I love you."

He responded to this by gently pushing me away, the nerve of him. I had to look at him questionly, receiving not an answer, but instead, the saddest and quite cutest brown eyes I have ever seen.

"Please don't look at me like that, Al. You know I don't like it."

"Look, Janey, it has been over a year," he continues that sad…sad look. "For over one whole year we been together, so why can't we take this relationship to the next level…you don't understand, but I love you, with all my heart, I would drop everything just to sacrifice my life for you…so why can't you…" he looks down, unable to finish his sentence. A single tear falls down his face, which I kiss away.