Genre: Fluff, humour
Notes: Theme #2 of the Roy/Ed 45 themes
Roy Mustang was slouching at his desk. His eyes were glazed with boredom and a pile of paperwork was still sitting in front of him. He started when his door was slammed open and his blond temperamental lover stomped in, kicking the door behind him. No matter what age Edward became, he still added scuff marks. Inwardly, he smiled. Edward was Edward, no matter what maturity threw his way.
“I’m here!” He announced, sounding
completely grumpy. Made sense,
Edward snorted and tossed his braid over
his shoulder. “What a surprise.” He commented dryly, sarcasm dripping from each
“You will need to travel to Youswell for an update. They don’t like anyone else to do it. It’s your own fault for being so…spectacular.”
The blond rolled his eyes and shifted in
“Fine.” Edward threw himself into a
standing position and stalked out of
* * * * *
Finally his blond vixen let air pass through
his lips instead of his tongue.
Edward pulled back and finally let go of
his lover, and gently guided
He reached up and pulled
“I have to go.” Edward whispered, and let go of his lover and walked out the door.
Edward was glad for the chill of the night
to take the heat away from his cheeks and distract him from the sexual thoughts
still trailing through his mind. Thankfully, his red coat was long enough to
hide the evidence of his manipulation of
That pleasant thought accompanied him as he
disappeared into the night.
Title: One Year Anniversary
Genre: Fluff, Humour, Kink...almost dare I say...Crack?
Notes: Theme #3 of Roy/Ed 45 themes.
One Year Anniversary
Edward shifted his weight from foot to
foot. It wasn’t that he was nervous. He was never
nervous. No, he was just…excited. It had been a full year since he’d
He eyed the clock again. . Only ten more minutes, he told himself. In ten minutes
Edward could barely contain his excitement.
Dinner was ready and he was dressed up. It had to work. He felt his stomach
flutter. Screw excited, now he was nervous. What if
He ran his fingers along the cloth of his
clothes. He didn’t know how
The sight that awaited Roy Mustang when he entered the house left him in awe. He stood there, gaping for a whole minute, door wide open, keys clattering to the floor along with his coat, which he had removed just outside the house. He stared at Edward, closed his mouth and stared some more. He was…breathtaking.
His boyfriend, Roy Mustang’s boyfriend, was lying on the couch. His shoulders were level with the arm of the piece, his head tilted back with a lusty look in his eyes. Long blond tendrils of hair draped over the armrest and snaked over Edward’s shoulders. A uniform jacket, one that belonged to Roy, was draped over his torso, done up only half way, revealing his bare chest underneath. Gaze moving lower, he could see that Edward’s feet were bare, and his legs were missing the leather pants the young man preferred. No, in its place was a royal blue pleated skirt. Not just any skirt – a miniskirt. If he angled his head slightly –just like he was doing now–he could see that Edward had even procured female undergarments. Pink, silk female undergarments.
Roy Mustang’s jaw hit the floor. It was a shame that such a fine dinner that Edward had slaved over had to go to waste.