Boredom is Sexy
By Clawdia
A/N: Hey, again. It seems that it's time for me to contribute to the...wonderful world that is Fan-fiction.(That's a joke. Mostly.) I typed this up in about...ten minutes? Some friends and I were playing Truth or Dare--Over IM no less!--and I picked dare, and yeah.
The rating is K plus, and the pairing is RoyEd. Let me also just point out that I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. Sue me and you'll have one very pissed off Clawdsy on your back. Maybe some broken bones, too--who knows.
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Edward Elric, the world's youngest and quite possibly best Alchemist to gain the State's coveted silver watch, was bored. Completely, absolutely and outrageously bored. He'd been listening to Colonel Mustang rant about how difficult it was to keep his "slacker subordinates" in line. The hardships were beginning to take it's toll, he said. He didn't know how much longer he could deal with the pressure of having to constantly look out for those too lazy to fend for themselves. In Roy Mustang's opinion, Edward should be grateful he'd done as much as he already had for the poor boy. And lose the attitude for God's sake!
It was nearing three PM, and the bastard hadn't so much as paused for air. Ed couldn't take it. Any more of this and the blonde was afraid he'd break down sobbing, out of sheer boredom. So he did the only thing he could do under the circumstances. The only thing that was sure to make his superior shut up.
Edward leaned across the desk that separated them, grabbed the collar of Mustang's shirt, and kissed the damn bastard. For at least five minutes. When they separated, each found the other to be red in the face and--fortunately--speechless. Seconds ticked by. They seemed like hours. Finally:
"I knew it! Boredom is sexy!"