Disclaimer: YES ME FUCKING OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST. *looks at FBI standing next to me* WHAT? But, seriously, if I owned FMA, scenes like this below will be there in the show…and the ratings would rise from a Rated 16 to a Rated 18. Tee-hee :

AN: Hey everyone! Just wanted to give you a little treat in the wake of the New Year. :D

Warning: Implied sexual interaction.

Roy Mustang hated cold showers.

No, he didn't hate it because it had water in it. No, he could take the dreadful liquid substance. Water was important…even if it was wet. If it weren't for said liquid, Roy would be a walking garbage dump, stinking anything and everything.

What he hated about cold showers was that it was cold.

Roy used to do things like collecting the cold water first, add hot water courtesy of his alchemy and mix them together to produce a perfect bathing substance. However, that usually took a lot of time. Which meant that he'd be late for his shift. Which meant a gun to his head courtesy of his 1st Lieutenant.

So, Roy was stuck with gritting his teeth and braving cold, icy death by shower.

But now, he no longer hated cold showers.

Why?

Holding a blonde-haired, trigger-happy, 1st Lieutenant Hawkeye in his arms while standing quite awkwardly, albeit cozily, in his shower room, made the cold disappear.

Not surprisingly, Roy looked forward to his early morning showers.

AN: Somehow, I was disappointed by this. Perhaps I don't feel as fluffy as the characters above. Better write angst now.