Snowflake

Summary: It's snowing today... [Elricest

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist (c) Hiromu Arakawa

Rate: G

Warnings: Elricest drabble

Author's comments: I think I'll submit this to S-a-G for Christmas you see, Cyan and I were talking about the weather (literally xDDD) and she was sad that there might not be any snow this year up in Norway and we started talking about snow cuz you see, I dislike the cold greatly but we both find snow beautiful. Then she emphasized by saying that snow is beautiful enough to be romantic, and I went and squealed about how great it'd be to be there with your lover and you try to catch a snowflake but then he/she gets in the way and becomes the snowflake on your mouth -oDo-

So she asked me to turn it into a fic XD Here you go even though it's super early XD gah, who cares...Christmas is almost here!!! OwO 2 months!! yayyy!!! xDD

I'm so glad I didn't like extend the fic or anything while I was writing it so it became a long One-Shot just like my "I Can Wait" One Shot (COUGH) -D-

PS: This is kinda random, but I added 'automail' and 'Elricest' to the dictionary in the Microsoft Word program XD

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Versión Español en la profile FFNet de MonElisa

It's snowing today, Brother, do you like it?

I think you do, Brother, though you growled this morning that you hate the cold because the moisture that freezes on the automail keeps you from getting warm. I see the way your head is tilted towards the clouds tonight and I know that your mind is blank, as white and clear as the ice crystals falling on your nose.

You keep on blinking at the flakes that fall on your eyelashes but I know you're not bothered by them. What are you thinking about? What is going through your mind right now? You look at me and you smile, asking me if I remember how when we were kids we used to stay for hours just looking up at the great black sky and trying to catch all the snow with our mouths?

I smile and I tell you yes, I do. You chuckle and before long, you're looking up again; only, with your eyes closed.

You open your mouth, slowly and timidly at first, and allow your tongue to peek out over your lips and stay there. You wait and I watch, mesmerized, by how stunning you look though you're blushing with embarrassment. But with the rest of the world hiding in their cosy houses, you and I are the only ones outside.

I approach you, taking small steps so as to not disturb the scene with my crunching footsteps on the snow. You don't notice, and I stand right before you, looking down at you and blocking any snowflakes from touching your lips.

I think you're realizing though, because you pull your tongue back inside and you start to open your eyes again. But I'm already there, my lips over your own and my tongue grazing gently over yours. I feel our steamy breaths mingling and smoking and twirling out over our lips and into thin air, consumed by the cold. But you're incredibly warm, perhaps because you're flushed at the face and your heart is beating so fast. I let go, and I smile down at your timid form.

"How about it, Brother?" I ask, turning so that my arm is linked with yours. "Aren't I better than a snowflake?"

You say nothing, and I can almost see the heat radiating off your face. And I know exactly what you're thinking:

Damn you, Al, for being so tall.