Finally. After enough persistence and badgering, the bastard had let me come with him and the others to one of their after-work escapades. Mostly I just wanted to see if I could catch him doing something idiotic, so I could fight back with it if he threw anymore of those damned short jokes at me. Bastard. We sat at a booth in one of the local pubs.

"Lovely," I muttered.

"Well, you insisted on coming Fullmetal." The Colonel retorted next to me. My face flushed as the waitress came with our drinks, and she uneasily set the golden liquid in front of me.

"Are you sure you're eighteen?"

The Colonel cut in as my eyes darkened and my mouth curved into an unwanted scowl,
"Absolutely positive, miss."

She blushed and walked away, and I relaxed slightly, though frustration still pulsed through me. I knew I was only 15, but dammit… I wished I looked older them my age instead of younger. Of course, my height didn't help at all.

"Fullmetal, you need to learn to relax; loosen up a little. You look tense."

Roy chuckled as I growled, and uncertainly took a sip of the alcohol. It flowed easily down my throat. I took a larger sip and finished the beverage in a few gulps, quickly ordering another.

"Look out Colonel; we might have a future alcoholic on our hands." Havoc laughed.

The waitress came with my sixth beer and a tray of food. I sniffed as the aroma of seafood filled my nose and looked up at the Colonel questioningly.

"What's that?" The words formed with difficulty in my mouth.

"Shrimp," the Colonel smirked, "I love shrimp."

I shot out of my seat, "Bastard!" I spat as I stumbled to the door.

The cold air stung at my face and I lowered myself onto the bar steps. Why was I so embarrassed? I remembered the Colonel's smug face… I blushed. I should be angry, shouldn't I? Wait, did I just blush? What the hell! Obviously the only points to those words were to upset me. It worked too. But he said… I, I just got worked up over nothing. Yeah. Right.

Light flooded out into the night and a rush of warm air came upon me as someone opened the bar door.

"Ed?"

That voice.

It infatuated me.

And I had no idea why.

The Colonel plopped down next to me.

"You seem a little tipsy Edward, you okay?" he seemed genuinely… concerned.

"I'm fine, leave me alone!" I snapped, perhaps a bit too harshly.

"Hmm, feisty, are we?" A smile spread across Mustang's face. His infamous smirk.

"Bastard." I stood up and wobbled a bit. The alcohol was getting to me.

"Ed, you can't go home in this state, Al'll yell at me…" Mustang said sheepishly, "Let me help you." He grabbed my arm.

I pulled away, "I'm not one of your fucking dates! Gettoff me!" My voice slurred as my vision started to get hazy.

"Ed!"

I heard a sudden screech, a yelling horn, and saw blinding white light flash at me as I stumbled into the road.

"Damnit Fullmetal!" the Colonel yelled.

I blinked and gazed up at him.

The alcohol had fully taken over my body, and I felt a smile curl upon my lips.

"Yo, Colonel! When'd you get here?" I hiccupped.

"Fullmetal, you're stoned." The Colonel sighed.

He picked me up and gasped.

"God Ed, you're heavy for a-"

"I GOT TWO METAL LIMBS, WHAT'DYA EXPECT?!"

Obviously I still had enough in me for a comeback or two.

Mustang gently set me down in his car; seating himself in the driver's position. He must've let the driver off early… My mind was cloudy and heated as I climbed up the seat and pawed at Mustang.

"Quit it, I'm driving."

I kept at it, "But Rooooooooooooy." I whined.

"What?" He turned and glared at me with his dark, gleaming eyes.

"I... uhh.." I blushed, squirming in his bottomless eyes, forgetting all else as I fell into the deep, never-ending pits.

"Fullmetal, you're blushing!" Mustang chuckled, "What, you have a crush on me or something?"

At that, I turned towards the window, only so he wouldn't see my blush deepen.

"Shuddup Colonel Bastard..." I muttered, mustering up enough venom to lace the words with.

My face grew hot as my mind wandered off to tender dreams. I faded in and out of hearing and suddenly started giggling as we pulled up to Colonel Mustang's house.

"Edward, what are you giggling about?"

He opened the door and I sprawled out on the ground, deep in a fit of laughter.

"Ed, come on, get up."

He picked me up, and I clung onto his neck. My head swam with thoughts and vivid fantasies as I gradually stopped my giggling. The Colonel expertly held onto me with one hand and fumbled with his key with the other. I groaned, and clutched tighter around his neck. I think my body was starting to catch up to the alcohol by now.

As we entered the room, fuzzy hues of red, dark brown, gold and hints of blue met my eyes. Once more, blinding white light forced into my unwilling eyes.

"Turn it off-!" I screeched, voice cracking.

"Sorry, sorry, maybe a little fire would be better..." He soothed, cracking one of his smirks.

With a snap of his fingers, a gallant fire sprang to life in the rather big (and rather obnoxious) fireplace. A little too fitting for our smug Colonel. He set me gently down on the smoky leather couch.

"Showoff." I muttered, only causing his smirk to grow a little wider, as he disappeared through a doorway, only to return carrying two steaming mugs.

The smell of mint wafted around me. He held it towards me, implying for me to take it. I stuck my tongue out. Just the smell unsettled my stomach.

"Mmph!" My eyelids snapped open as Mustang closed his own lips around mine.

I sat there, dazed, as we kissed, lighting a fire inside me, burning my desire for this, this feeling ... this wonderful feeling ricocheting inside of me. He broke the kiss, leaving my lips still half-open. He then pursued to guide the drink somehow still encased in my hands to my mouth, pouring the liquid down my throat, and possibly burning my mouth in the process.

Damn that Colonel and his devious methods.

As the drinks were finished, I laid myself in his lap, and he tenderly stroked my hair. (He always did seem to have a thing for my hair...) I leaned into his touch. Damnit, I really just was a dog, wasn't I? I felt his hands start to roam, caressing my body, and I climbed up him, like a monkey would a tree, and pressed my lips into his. He parted his lips, prodding at mine, getting entry into my mouth. I loved his taste. It was just so... masculine. He had a faint tinge of scotch, but he was so smooth, so... delicious. It made me bubble up inside. My hands combed through his silky black hair, and my hips rubbed gently against his abs, sending friction to surge throughout my body. My mind was fading... He picked me up... I couldn't think straight... I felt a softer, more delicate and comfy surface beneath me... My clothes were stripped off... heated kisses traced down my neck... the room filled with my moans and cries... waves of pleasure subdued my body... I gently rocked to sleep, feeling warmth wrap itself around me, everlasting heat that would never cool down. An eternal Flame. I heard my own voice as my mouth formed unfamiliar words.

"I love you Roy Mustang."