Life Sucks, Then You get Kissed by a Blond

Roy Mustangs day was horrific, dreadful, draining Roy of anything close to energy. To put into simple words, Roy Mustangs day sucked like holy hell.

Roy was exhausted. Worn out from the long days marching about the parade grounds, and the endless hours sitting at a desk skimming through countless papers which required his signature. What was so great about his autograph anyway? So by the time he made it back to his claustrophobic, messy apartment, he was mentally and physically deflated.

First, he tried to take a shower. He nearly danced out of his clothes into the water closet, throwing aside the curtains with renewed enthusiasm. He turned on the water and yelped. The water was freezing cold! He threw himself backwards and hit his head on the wall, slipping in the water into the tub, sliding down to were his face was under the shower hose, water dripping down his chin as he growled under his breath.

He got up, rubbing the back of his head angrily as he muttered profound things under his breath. Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, defeated by a shower. Hah! Like hell he'd let that happen. Reaching out blindly, he grabbed a container of shampoo and tried to squirt a glob into his hand. Nothing came out. He unscrewed the lid and looked into the bottle. Empty! Nearly snapping (literally and metaphorically) he moved aside the curtains and threw the bottle out onto the counter angrily, knocking things off.

Then, when he got out of his failed attempt at cleanliness, he went down stairs to find himself a late lunch. But when he got into the kitchen every single dish was piled into the sink, dirty and utterly unhealthy. He opened the fridge and realized there was nothing in there but an apple core (1) and a thing of expired milk, which he quickly disposed of. So off he went to the store, in search of something to fill his empty stomach and soul.

Of course he went along putting many a things in his cart, got in a huge line with people who had more than twice what he had, and when he got to the counter and reached towards his back pocket to pull out his wallet, he realized he had forgotten it! So, with enough patience as he could muster, he asked to women to watch his cart and that he'd pay he once he got back, hoping she would comply as he raced towards the car. He pulled on the door and let out a scream of frustration (2) when he realized he had left his keys in the car, flirting with a redheaded girl.

Roy, fed up with his luck kicked out the window and grabbed his wallet which was in the passengers, cutting himself of the jagged edges of the window in the process before running back down towards the store. He had to go to the end of the line which was twice the size it was when he left, and when he finally got out to his car, and to his house, he became conscious of the fact that his car was owned by the military and he would be paying for the expenses out of his paycheck.

He fumbled with the lock to his door, cursing as he dropped a grocery bag onto the ground right onto his foot. He opened the door, pulling in the groceries after him, and collapsed on the floor. After he put all of the food away he put on his pajamas (3) walked into the living room, tripped over his cat, and promptly fell onto a small blond headed form, sending them both to the carpeted floor, legs tangled together.

"If you were so excited to see, you could have just said, Roy." Edward said reaching up to run his hands through Mustangs messy hair.

"Now wheres the fun in that?" He retorted reaching down to give his lover a kiss on the lips, pulling both of them up as he traced a line from Edward's lips to his ear, biting it gently, to get a small moan in response. Roy started to lead them towards the bedroom, closing it softly behind them. He pushed Ed to the desk and lifted him up onto it, shivering as Edward wrapped his legs around Roy's waist. Roy went back to Ed's lips, nipping so that Ed would open his mouth to Roy.

Maybe his day wasn't as bad as he thought it was.

(1) Why would there be an apple core in his fridge? Was he really to lazy to just throw it away? Apparently so...

(2)Startling a young girl into dropping her ice cream cone, making her cry, and the mother of the child glare venomously at him.

(3) A pair of soft, sweats, but only the bottoms, Roy liked being bare chested :D

Hope you liked it! I'm not that good at kissing scenes, this is only my second time writing one, so if you want to give me advice, please do, just be nice about it! Reviews are love! (Guess how much the brocken window costed? You'll never guess! :3)