Morning Coffee
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings: Roy Mustang/ Edward Elric
Warnings: Coffee and hints of sexual themes
The coffee was good.
The blond haired young man by the kitchen window, hadn't given this morning any positive thoughts before now. The coffee was a lot better than the one he used to get in the mornings at Central Headquarters. Yes, this was much better. Edward took another sip and slightly tried to uphold a glance at his black haired kitchen companion.
Roy Mustang, the blond's kitchen companion, had not been able to look in Edward's direction all morning. He had had his face turned away from the younger man, and had a very unhealthy relationship to his coffee cup, which he held between his hands.
Edward knew that it hadn't been long since the coffee had been brewed.
Ed also knew that this situation must have been strange, maybe even hard for the man.
Roy Mustang had been blind for nearly eight long years now.
Ed put down his coffee cup neatly on the table. He wasn't exactly sure where to begin.
" I'm twenty-five. And you're not a colonel anymore, Mustang… We didn't do anything wrong."
Roy nodded. And took a sip of his coffee. Somehow he still felt guilty in every way.
" I wasn't forced. This was my own decision." Ed then said, as if he knew what Roy felt like.
There was a long silence.
Roy was quiet. The coffee in front of him had stopped sending up steam to cover his pale face, and he suddenly felt more open and vulnerable. He shifted on the chair, and took a quivering hand through his hair. " I'm just a little shocked."
Ed couldn't help but draw forth a little smile. He knew exactly what Roy meant by being shocked. And still, he didn't know whether or not to cry or laugh about it. He hadn't exactly thought that sooner or later some of his his fantasies and genuine attraction to the man had led to this.
Edward took a few steps over to the man in front of him by the table. He could see Mustang following him with his other senses, and how his head turned when he was coming over by his side.
"What will happen if I lay my hand on yours." Ed asked. " Will you draw it back?"
" I don't know." Roy said, and suddenly fisted his hand around the coffee cup. Ed could see the white knuckles. The older man was very tense.
The young blond placed his own hand it on top of his former superior's, and waited to feel the cold table plate within seconds. He dared not hope for any miracles now. Roy was in his full right to reject him, or throw him out. After all, it had been the alcohol last night that had made them take their relationship a step further. And it had been Ed who had said yes to the first drink. And the other.
A larger hand with long slim pale fingers began to sooth the hand that had been placed on top of it.
Ed breathed heavily and felt so comfortable all of the sudden. He sat down next to the twelve years older man. He then felt when Roy's other hand came to join the first in touching and caressing Ed's own.
"We have a lot to talk about, Fullmetal. A lot to make up for…." Roy said.
Ed nodded. "Yes. I know."