“I tell them to look me in the eyes real hard and tell me what they see. There are a lot of things I’m too young to be doing, but I’ve done them all and then some. I’ve killed men, seen murder, been hurt, lost limbs, chained myself to the state. Roy is one of the few people who understands how dark the world is, and that comforts me, even if he’s acted as that darkness himself.
“All things considered, I think a relationship with a man that I love, a man who loves me just as much, is the last thing you should try to ‘save’ me from. I’m not a child and we’ve both committed enough taboos between us that this is mind-bogglingly inconsequential.”
“My bed, in the dead of night, when his hair is messy from a hard day and his muscles are tense from fatigue. Usually there’s a bottle of wine involved, the scent of his skin in my sheets, the fall of moonlight on his body…”
“Anywhere. I don’t give a fuck. Table, couch, against a wall, under his desk, I have no qualms. We did it in the bathtub once. Neither of us were bathing.”
“He’s technically a colonel now, though he doesn’t have quite so many responsibilities. Mostly his and Colonel Hawkeye’s job is to keep me from getting shot. They both have their own offices, of course, though only Hawkeye has any responsibility for direct subordinates.”
“I’m pretty much just a glorified bodyguard, yeah,” Edward said. “But the perks are great. I’ve got a secretary, I’m allowed to bring the cat with me, I’ve got the office stocked with junk food and books. I mean, sure, I’ve got to do work (
most of it Roy’s), but none of it involves killing people so it’s not a bad setup.”
“The majors did have private offices, in fact, though they were made to accommodate lower-ranking officials obviously. A small room with a desk and some decor, nothing more.”
((Thank you so much, but don’t you dare stop writing! This is seriously just for fun, and lord knows the FMA fandom needs more Roy/Ed drabbles. ;D ))
"I can do some things," Roy said, thinking about the hobby he had recently undertaken despite Edward’s annoyance. "Cooking is not altogether different from alchemy, in a way, and I’ve started to try it out. At the moment my talent lies in anything involving fire, naturally."
"He’s pretty good, though he’s almost burned the house down more than once." Edward sighed. "And I’m getting sick of stir-fry. Still. It’s nice to not have to order take-out every damn night…."
"As often as I can persuade him, of course."
"The bastard seems to think he has the stamina of a seventeen-year-old. Most of the time we go at it before bed, but he has a thing for waking me up in the morning with this look on his face.”
"Exactly that look…"
"But in all seriousness, I do quite appreciate the way this anon worded it. Making love. I’ve never ‘fucked’ you, Edward, and I never will. You’re worth far more than that."