Woo! My first Roy/Ed ficlet! Ph33r my n3wf0und p0w3rz.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Me no own,
You no sue.
"Ah-ah-ah. No." Roy glared as Edward pulled back the covers to climb into the king-sized bed.
"What? Why!" Ed demanded, grossing his arms. Roy had to bite back a chuckle, the young man looked like a petulant child, his lower lip was even stuck out in a pout! He regained his wits and raised an eyebrow.
"I finally figured that those bruises all over my shins are from YOUR leg kicking me all night long!"
"What! I don't kick you!" Ed protested, throwing his arms in the air and placing them on his hips. Roy was reminded strongly of a housewife. He brushed away the mental image of Ed in a muumuu and hair curlers and sprawled himself out so that he covered most of the bed.
"You do too. Couch."
"Hmph. Bastard." Ed muttered, spinning on his metal heel, purposely scratching the colonel's hardwood floor, and stomped toward the couch. "You're a blanket hog anyway!" He muttered. Roy say up, eyes narrowed.
"What did you say?"
"BLANKET HOG." Ed accused, drawling it out. Roy sat up. "One would think, being the Flame Alchemist, you would be warm enough already." Roy stood. "But no, of course not. THAT'S why I must be kicking you, I have to get too close because YOU have all the covers!"
Ed's only warning was a snap. In the moment he was engulfed in flames, Roy snatched Ed's blankets and dragged them back to the bed.
"I'll show you a blanket hog… pipsqueak."
"MUSTANG!"