By Maggie's Revenge

It was the way he kissed her, now that they were older.

In the beginning, the kisses had come suddenly, passionately, and always left his heart beating fast. They had led to fingers tangled in hair, nips on the neck, and dizziness so intense he would forget his body's orientation in space and time.

Now the kisses came as brief recesses from life and all its obligations: automail, fixing the house, traveling, preparing a meal, and children running every which way.

They weren't so passionate that she would lose her breath, but he knew his kisses still made her heart skip a beat. She would bite the very edge of her lip, as if she wanted more. And he would wink, promising her that he wasn't nearly done loving her.


Word count: 130

A/N: I whipped this up for my friend VicTheButcher, as promised. Congratulations on your prolific fanfiction debut! And as always, thanks for reading!

Also: I tend to get pretty talkative down here, and I try to avoid that, so I've made a tumblr account where I can direct all my excess energy. If you also use tumblr, feel free to follow me! I'm .com.