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No more coffee fics. Too hard. They don't help inspire me anymore- that was their original intent.
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own FMA.
Dedication: I dedicate this borderline lemon to all those who enjoy the cold.
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Blood Temperature
The air was irritable and fidgety, and Edward was irritable and lethargic.
Roy was no such. He primped in front of a mirror, in full uniform, unaffected.
Looking pleased with himself to an unholy degree, Roy began to sing-song in a voice like molasses in consistency, "Is it hot in here... or is it just-"
A voice more similar to vinegar rose thinly from the pool of gold that was Edward's head. "Is it vain in here, or is it just Roy?"
"Can't it be both?"
"Aggh... shut up..."
Roy changed gears without using the clutch. "We could have kinky sex in the woods by my house. Whaddya say?"
Ed was far too tired to yell. "Too hot..."
"Hot- and sultry!"
Roy was being irritatingly happy. "I hate the heat, dearest one. Just leave me to me misery."
Roy pouted. "What's wrong with heat?"
"I like the cold."
"Why?"
Ed's mind sank into the earth. A faint memory stirred- movement, a feeling of ice- "Hell if I know."
Ed shifted, looking uncomfortable- the way he always did when he was hiding something. Roy frowned, concerned, but Ed continued. Still in vinegar tones. "What's so great about the heat?"
"As you may have noticed, I like the heat. In all aspects of life. Heat... I don't know. It energizes me."
"You're cold-blooded, Roy. You're a lizard, Roy."
"A dragon!"
"Shut up."
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Roy ran errands all over town that day. Ed relaxed in Roy's indoor pool.
Train tickets, three-day passes, equipment...
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It was hotter, if possible, the next day- and much more humid. It was Thursday, and Roy was glowing. His hair gleamed in the light, and Ed had to admit- after much prodding- that the heat was capable of producing erotic effects.
"But that's more... that's more, like..." Ed's brain had already melted.
"More...?"
"Shut up. More like water."
"I like water, too."
Edward shifted. "Have you ever had sex in the cold?"
The hairs on Roy's arms stood on end. "No..."
"Don't diss it."
"Have-"
"Shut up, Roy."
Roy complied.
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Ed was back in the pool. Roy made arrangements.
Days off... that was really the only big thing. That and next-day deliveries. And keeping a secret from Ed. But Ed wasn't as perceptive as he liked to think.
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"Special mission, Edward. Wake up, Ed. Up with you. Special mission. Edward?"
Ed didn't move... then he opened one eye. "I hate you."
"...I know you do," said Roy, casually adjusting his collar and showing off a few love-bites that had turned out looking like birthmarks. Ed, however, didn't get the joke.
"What is this special mission of yours?"
"It's hardly mine. And I don't know. I have the train tickets, and that's all."
Ed got up, and paused. "Get out of the room."
Roy cocked an eyebrow, and then laughed. "But, Edward, how else will I keep you on... track?"
"Not now, not right before an assignment, and I'm not that irresponsible."
But Roy stayed. Edward sighed, and got out of bed to get dressed. Roy watched every move of the hips, the gleam of the metal, intently.
"Look, but don't touch. We have work to do."
"I know."
Ed got dressed, and found that Roy'd already packed for him. "How late were you up?"
"It's noon, Edward."
Ed flinched, and changed topics. "Too goddamn hot."
"Don't worry."
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The train dropped them off near the top of a mountain. Edward looked about him with increasing interest. "Roy- do we have a contact or some-"
"Shh." Roy took off at a run.
Edward ran after him, relishing in the cold blowing past. "Hey- wait up-"
They arrived at a large, friendly-looking stone building.
Roy said, in an intentionally unconvincing near-monotone, "Oh, look. A ski resort. How nice."
Edward gasped. "You- arranged all-"
"Shh."
They got to their rooms, Edward's breath fogging in bursts.
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Roy could feel the hairs on his arms standing up- like fear, but not quite. The cold flesh there, and on his feet- he shivered.
Cradling Ed in his arms, he smiled. "Good advice."
"Thanks, Roy-"
"No, thank you."
And they drew the covers over themselves and slept.
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