FMA Fic, Roy/Ed theme drabbles, G-PG-13

[dragonimp]

Woo, five more! Goddam heat wave isn't letting me have the computer on in the middle of the day, and it ate my internet connection earlier this week, but I finally have five more themes done.

Author:dragonimp
Rating: Individually rated, G-PG-13
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: End of series spoilers if you squint, some swearing, mentions of sex.

1) Good Morning

Roy sipped his coffee, savoring the taste, then headed for the study.

Edward was sitting at his desk, books and notebooks spread out in front of him. Roy leaned over and kissed the top of his head. "Good morning."

"Roy? What are you doing up?"

"It's seven in the morning, Love. Now go to bed."

"In a bit. I've almost got this cracked. See, he used the cards to mean—no, that was something else. Hold on, I've got it written down."

Roy put his hand over the notebook. "Edward? Go to bed."

Ed stared at the hand blearily. ". . . Okay."

2) I'm Leaving Now (I'm Off)

"Fine, I'm going."

"Try to leave everything standing this time." Take care.

"It's not like I set out to destroy things." Shit happens that I can't control.

"Every time you level a building it creates paperwork for me, so keep it to a minimum." Don't take unnecessary risks.

"Yeah, whatever. I'll try not to bury your desk in paperwork." I'll do what I can.

"And try to remember to report in once in a while." I worry about you.

"As if you don't have people spying on me." Thank you for worrying.

"Dismissed."

"Whatever. I'm going now."

I'll miss you.

24) Alone/One Person / 37) Distance

Col.;

It's when I can't sleep like this that I really start to doubt myself. I had thought I knew what it was like to be on my own, but now I'm well and truly alone. Before, no matter how far I traveled, I knew I could come back. But this time, the distance can't be traveled by train. What if I never make it home? I can't let Al know I have these doubts, even in these stupid fucking letters that will probably never reach either of you. Just like I couldn't let him know when I had doubts that we'd get his body back.

I used to find any excuse not to return to East City, just so I didn't have to face you. But you probably already knew that; your fucking spy network must have stretched across the entire fucking country. But it can't reach me here, can it? And I find that I wish it could. It would be comforting to know someone's keeping track of me. I want to report to you and have you smirk at me and call me short (which I'm not) and tell me where to go next.

Ironic, isn't it?

33) Instinct

His fighter's instinct, the one that's kept him alive for the last three years, is telling him that he's putting himself in danger, making himself vulnerable, that he shouldn't show his back, shouldn't let those arms restrict him, shouldn't let himself be pinned—

But another part of him is pulling the other man down on top of him, throwing his head back and delighting in the teeth on his neck, closing his eyes and letting himself be controlled, dominated, restrained, and the fear makes it all the more delicious, because deep down, he knows he's safe in this man's arms.

Comments

[dragonimp.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I bet those two talk in "code" like that even when other people aren't around ^_^.

[flamemetal89.livejournal.com]

lol, I'm sure - that'd be so like them. Have you ever read Circe67 "Merciless Torture"? Its incredibly funny and all about talking in code xD

[dragonimp.livejournal.com]

That's the one where they were stuck in a meeting, right? Yeah, I have read that one :D.