FMA Fic, Roy/Ed theme drabbles, G-PG

[dragonimp]

No inspiration since I posted the last batch, and then these came boom boom boom boom boom all in two days. ::Shrug:: Go figure. #32 really needed to be longer; I couldn't convey everything I wanted to in 100 words ::sigh::. So if that one reads a little off, that's why.

Author:dragonimp
Rating: Individually rated, G-PG
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: End of series spoilers if you squint, some swearing, mentions of sex.

12) A Real Summer Night

It was hot, humid, sticky, and late, and Roy could think of a dozen things he would rather be doing than be dragged around a crowded carnival by a pair of over-exuberant adolescents. (To be fair, Edward was nearing twenty, but one wouldn't know it by the way he was acting.) He wasn't interested in the rides, the midway games were all rigged, the food was over priced, and the vendors were selling nothing worthwhile.

But then Edward would turn to him with silly grin, and Roy would think that maybe it was worth putting up with it after all.

20) Overtime Work

"How long is this going to take?"

"Another hour; maybe two."

Edward threw himself down on one of the couches. "Fuck. Couldn't you have finished your work during the day?"

Roy frowned. "I can't always control when work comes in nor when it's due."

"You procrastinated."

"It'll take longer if you keep distracting me."

"Lazy fucking bastard." Ed pulled his legs up and glared at him over his knees.

Roy sighed, then gave his lover a small smile. "If you wait patiently, I'll let you top tonight."

Edward's expression brightened, then he stretched out on the couch to wait. "Okay."

22) Back

Roy dismissed it the first few times, but it'd become a definite pattern. Whenever they walked anywhere, Edward inevitably positioned himself on Roy's left.

"Why do you do that?" he finally snapped. "I can't see you when you're on that side."

Edward blinked at him. "That's your vulnerable side," he answered finally. Roy stared at the young man. "I'm sorry. I didn't really think about it. I'll stop, if. . . ."

"No . . . no." Roy kissed his lover's forehead and took his right hand in his own. "Thank you for guarding my back."

"Well . . . someone has to," Edward said with a small smile.

32) Is It Love?

"Winry? I should probably tell you . . . me and Mustang, we. . . . I know you don't like him, but he and I, we—"

Winry finally smacked the back of his head. "Will you just say it? You and Mustang are getting intimate. Right?"

Ed sputtered. "B-but—that's—um . . . yeah. I know you're probably not too happy about this. . . ."

"Do you love him?"

"Ah??" His reflexive response was to deny—but Winry needed honesty. And didn't Roy deserve it as well? "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"If you love him, then . . . that's enough for me." She smiled. Somewhat bittersweet, but genuine.

"Winry . . . thank you."

33) Body Temperature

Edward shifts closer to the warm body at this back, and the arms around him tighten. He's still getting used to sleeping with Mustang. He and Al used to sleep next to each other for warmth, or to calm childhood fears, but this is different. This is the feel of bare skin touching another person's. This is soft kisses and sleepy caresses. This is feeling at once vulnerable and protected. This is someone taking comfort in the closeness of his own scarred, maimed and third-metal body.

And this is guilt, because a warm body is something his brother cannot enjoy.

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