Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or it's characters and all that jazz
Summary: Sorry guys. I've not written anything postable lately, because I've been eaten by NaNoWriMo. Actually, this is part of my NaNo fic... theoretically. I've not decided if it'll actually make it into the story or not, though. Anyway, until I finish Dirge of the Fallen, here, have some shameless smut. There's no editing on it because I am honoring the OMG PRODUCTIVITY theory of NaNo. XD Also because I am too tired to reread it right now.
Smooth, flat palms were traded for nails against his bare back, scratching gently, sending the first stirrings of sparks through his body.