Okay, might be lots of OOC'ness in these storys but there's enough hate in this world already, so if you don't like simply don't read -MJ

"But why nooot," Roy whined, crossing his arms.

"Because," Ed answered impatiently. "It would only get stuck in my automail."

"You don't know unless you try?" The man tried, earning a look from the younger.

"I actually made my statement from experience. The answer is no." Ed then turned back around to the dinner he was preparing, feeling Roy's eyes on him. Well, rather on his hair.

"So you don't care about me being attracted to you or not?"

The blonde sighed, imagining the puppy eyes Roy certainly had on by now… No, not caving in. Edward Elric never caved in, but at the same time he would probably do anything for the raven haired male. So he reached back with his regular hand and pulled out the thin rubber band holding his braid together, feeling the long strands quickly parting over his back.

"Much better," Roy confirmed on the verge to dreamily. It sounded slurred enough that Ed wondered if he was drooling all over the kitchen floor.

A "Mh-hm," was the only response the colonel received as his subordinate continued to cut the carrots. Mentioned subordinate was nowhere near surprised when he suddenly felt gentle hands playing with his hair, nor the soft kiss on the top of his head. What he was surprised of however, was the sudden lump pressing against his lower back. "Seriously?" he asked, turning around. "That easily?"

Roy just smiled sheepishly before diving in for a kiss. That soon escalated though, both getting lost in it until Roy suddenly pulled away. Ed felt a tug at his hair just as the man did, realizing that the other must have gotten some of it in his mouth. He didn't have time to say anything though as Roy was suddenly at it again. Only seconds later they had to pull apart again though, the ravenhead spitting out a clump of gold with an exasperated expression.

"Looks like automail isn't the only thing hair get stuck in then," Ed said, picking up a towel and quickly removing remaining saliva from his hair.

Roy glared at the open air before stating, without looking at his partner: "Well, at least have it out while we aren't doing anything."

"Sure," he responded, turning back to making dinner. Though he knew full well that it was going to be very seldom seeing as a certain other blonde would crush him if strands messed up with the complicated mechanics of his prosthetic arm. But a few times couldn't hurt, right?