Roy came home to his lover's head bent intently over his spare uniform, the tip of a pink tongue sticking out the corner of a perfectly kissable mouth.
"Ed? What are you up to?" His question was met with silence, so he moved around the couch to get a better view of what had his partner so engrossed. Between his fingers, a needle caught the lamplight and flashed as it tied off a knot. Catches and buttons littered the the couch and coffee table. Finally, golden eyes widened in satisfaction behind their square, wired glasses. "There!"
Pale hands plucked the jacket from Ed's hands. "What did you do to my uniform, Edward?"
"Stop your bitchin'. I didn't do anything bad to your precious uniform. Look, I took out all those stupid buttons and catches and put snaps in instead." He grinned smugly up at Roy and stood, pulling the jacket out of the older man's hands and dropping it back on the couch.
"Ed-"
Mismatched arms slid around his neck and golden eyes mellowed with a lusty hunger. "I was tired of havin' to always sew buttons back on every time I wanted to ride a Mustang."
Roy smirked at the bad joke, even as he felt that familiar heat spreading in his lower belly and leaned down to catch Ed's mouth, soft and warm, with his own.
A/N: XD Only way I could think of to get Ed to sew! Please review!