Genre: Romance, Smut(!), Some Humor, Some Drama
Words: A lot
Disclaimer: I don’t own Full Metal Alchemist or any of the characters. I’m just borrowing them to play with. I’ll return them later after, promise.
Warnings: Did I mention smut? If you’re under 18, leave now before your virgin eyes are scarred forever; if you’re over 18, enjoy! There is also aggressive teasing, rough foreplay, and creative use of office and library type settings in this fic, including elevators. Yes, I said elevators. If those hentai thoughts alone aren’t enough to ward you off, hang on for the ride.
Notes: Most people have probably read this already on the many archives I post to. Here is the definitive version broken up into chunks, baring any more grammar fudge ups. It’s set in the anime-verse before episode 25, and alludes to Overhaul, my prior story. No prior readings of that story are needed to enjoy this one. No tubular pieces of fabric called skirts were harmed in the production of this dirty piece of smut . . . well . . .
X-Posted all over creation:
(Fake Cut to the Smut-err, Fic!)