Click, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap Ed recognized Roy's black, perfectly
polished boots on the stone floor. "Mmhmf, Roy go away," the teen grumbled.
Ed sleepily glanced at the clock: 11:58. Roy reached out to Ed's shoulder.
At the slightest touch to the bare skin, he jerked his hand up and grabbed
Roy's, who chuckled in amusement.
"Go away. It's frickin' 12...some of us want to sleep."
"No, really?"
"Bastard."
Roy smirked a bit at the boy's vocabulary, and sat on the edge of his bed. He started to rub Ed's shoulders, still smirking. "Mmmm..." Ed sighed, "Go away...hmmmf..." Ed arched his back as Roy rubbed his lower back, laughing. "Oh come on...you know you like it," he said softly.
"You can't-hmm...-prove that..."
"You make the weirdest noises when you're contented."
"Shut u-sigh mmmf..." Ed relaxed more.
Roy suddenly toyed with an idea, "You know...I could do anything in the world with you right now...I could murder you, and you wouldn't even be able to lift a finger." "Do anything and you die," growled Ed. Roy smiled slightly, "Oh, but I have the upper hand right now...Ed."
"Edward"
"I think I know you better than the need for formalities suggests," sang Roy, tilting Ed's face up to his and teasing him with a brush of noses, so close to a kiss that Ed longed for the warm touch.
"Was that just a nudge towards me?" Roy teased him. Ed's face pinked a bit, "Maybe..."
"Don't flirt with me, boy."
"Hypocrite." Ed rolled over to face him. "Hey, I can assign you to a mission for 5 years...I have one ready..."
"'Eah, but you won't..."
"Don't be so sure, Ed."
"Roy," Ed backfired. At this time, Ed took the golden oppurtunity to knee Roy in the butt. What Ed didn't figure was where Roy would fall afterwards: right next to him. His face fell only mere inches away from Ed's.
"You try to hard, chibi," was the first thing anybody said after a while. Ed stole a rough, forced kiss. "Don't call me chibi," he growled angrily. "Gee," Roy said, pretending to be scared, "I'm scared now...Ed's gonna snog me to death! Oh woe is me-"he was cute off by a painful poke in the ribs. He landed on his butt on the floor.
"My bed, my rules," snickered Ed as Roy shot him a Death Stare TM.
"Go away. It's frickin' 12...some of us want to sleep."
"No, really?"
"Bastard."
Roy smirked a bit at the boy's vocabulary, and sat on the edge of his bed. He started to rub Ed's shoulders, still smirking. "Mmmm..." Ed sighed, "Go away...hmmmf..." Ed arched his back as Roy rubbed his lower back, laughing. "Oh come on...you know you like it," he said softly.
"You can't-hmm...-prove that..."
"You make the weirdest noises when you're contented."
"Shut u-sigh mmmf..." Ed relaxed more.
Roy suddenly toyed with an idea, "You know...I could do anything in the world with you right now...I could murder you, and you wouldn't even be able to lift a finger." "Do anything and you die," growled Ed. Roy smiled slightly, "Oh, but I have the upper hand right now...Ed."
"Edward"
"I think I know you better than the need for formalities suggests," sang Roy, tilting Ed's face up to his and teasing him with a brush of noses, so close to a kiss that Ed longed for the warm touch.
"Was that just a nudge towards me?" Roy teased him. Ed's face pinked a bit, "Maybe..."
"Don't flirt with me, boy."
"Hypocrite." Ed rolled over to face him. "Hey, I can assign you to a mission for 5 years...I have one ready..."
"'Eah, but you won't..."
"Don't be so sure, Ed."
"Roy," Ed backfired. At this time, Ed took the golden oppurtunity to knee Roy in the butt. What Ed didn't figure was where Roy would fall afterwards: right next to him. His face fell only mere inches away from Ed's.
"You try to hard, chibi," was the first thing anybody said after a while. Ed stole a rough, forced kiss. "Don't call me chibi," he growled angrily. "Gee," Roy said, pretending to be scared, "I'm scared now...Ed's gonna snog me to death! Oh woe is me-"he was cute off by a painful poke in the ribs. He landed on his butt on the floor.
"My bed, my rules," snickered Ed as Roy shot him a Death Stare TM.