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

[dragonimp]

And here's the last five! I need a new theme list! The lot of 'em can be found in this post.


Author:dragonimp
Rating: Individually rated, G-PG-13
Genre: Fluff with a touch angst
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: End of series spoilers if you squint, some swearing.

15) Sigh

His pillow was warm, and just the right height, and not hard, exactly, but not soft, a sort of just-right firmness, and Roy sighed and nuzzled into it. He'd been so tired lately. . . .

His pillow shifted, and a paper rustled, and Roy woke a fraction more. He smiled and snuggled into his "pillow" again.

"All right, bastard, I know you're awake."

Roy shifted onto his back and smirked. "Bored, are you?"

Ed snorted and stretched over for another book, still carefully not disturbing his now-awake lover. "You could at least have fallen asleep a little closer to the book shelf."

23) Wait a Minute

Roy picked up his keys, not bothering to call out "goodbye" like he usually did; Edward was probably still off sulking somewhere after their last fight.

"Wait a minute." A rough tug on his arm. "Pick up something on your way home, would you? I'm working late."

"All right."

A pause, and then they had their arms around each other, and Edward's head was against his chest and his face was in Ed's hair. Not an apology or forgiveness, they were both still mad, just an affirmation that such trifles wouldn't change things between them.

"I'll see you tonight, then."

35) Address

Rizenbool didn't have addresses; mail came to the post office, and houses were found by landmarks. Then he'd been in the military, with no permanent home and no desire for one. After that he'd been in that other world, with absolutely no desire to stay.

Perhaps that was why. He felt like a fool and he dreaded having to explain if his lover saw him, but he couldn't help staring at the neat row of numbers on the front of the house and grinning. An address. Almost twenty, and for the first time in his life he had an address.

39) Ten

"I believe I'm due some money."

Havoc stared at his superior officer's smirk and tried to remember if he'd made any bets lately. Mustang snapped open a piece of paper and handed it to him.

"Tomorrow is my anniversary. That means you owe me ten thousand cenz—plus ten years interest."

Dammit, he'd forgotten about this—but there was his signature, all right, and the terms of the bet, all spelled out. He sighed. "I'm, um, gonna have to get back to you after payday." Under his breath, he added, "Really thought you would have killed each other by now."

43) Hey

Some mornings Roy would go out onto the porch with his coffee and lean against the railing. The air was crisp and quiet and hazy, and he would think that maybe this was worth the insomnia, because the world seemed almost perfect like this.

This morning there were uneven footsteps behind him and a forehead thumped against his back. "Hey. Bastard. What the fuck're you doing up so early?"

Roy reached back and patted his arm as Ed sighed and settled heavily against him, as if planning to doze off again, and he thought that now the world was perfect.

Cross posted at fma_yaoi and steelandsparks.

Comments

[ladyshadowphyre.livejournal.com]

Serious adoration, here. Really. I think 23 and 39 are my favourites of this set, although 15 is right up there on the "Awww Factor". ^_^

[dragonimp.livejournal.com]

Hee hee, "Aww factor" ^_^.

Thanks!