:WARNING: ED VERY OOC, and YAOI WARNING!!!:

Faye: I know! I know! Christmas is over, but I had to write a story! A short little fluff!

Sheeka: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!

Faye: First FMA story don't kill me if it sucks P And again YAOI WARNING!

My Most Merry Christmas

It was Christmas, yeah, that's about it. I guess I was in a cheery mood, but I didn't even flinch when some people called me 'cute and short.' I walked right into Roy's office and glared playfully at him. Funny thing, I wasn't mad at him at all, he tried annoying me, I didn't get annoyed.

"Hey shortie." He said it, I didn't flinch. I suppose it annoyed him because he glared at me, not too good-naturedly either.

"What chya gonna do about it?" I said smiling, seeing a spark of annoyance flash over his features.

"Well, I'm about to squish you like the tiny little bug you are."

"That sounds like fun." I smiled at him mockingly and licked my lips.

He sighed, seeing he could not anger me, not today. "What are you here for?"

"It's Christmas!"

"Yeah, so?" He looked at me like it was unbelievable that I cared about Christmas so much.

My jaw must have dropped, I was amazed he didn't care about Christmas! I mean, who didn't?! "I wanted to say Merry Christmas, is that a crime."

"Well, I suppose a baby like you wants a present then?" He sighed. "Well, I don't have anything for you, no go away, and get back to work."

"Aw, you're no fun, but actually, no, I didn't want a present."

"So you just came to bug me?" Mustang quirked his eyebrow, I knew he was annoyed now. Yes! My job was completed. I could leave now, but something told me if I stayed here something good would happen. So I stayed.

"Nah, I wanted to share my joy. Plus, I did have a present for you, but you don't seem like you want it." I smirked. I knew exactly what that present was going to be, but Roy did not, and if he did, I doubt he'd even want it. But I did so it didn't matter what he wanted. It was all selfish me, in my short little body, and I wasn't afraid to admit it.

Now, Roy Mustang must have been very interested. Okay, I liked, slightly interested. "What is it?" He said cautiously.

"I don't think you deserve it, maybe you were on Santa's 'naughty list.'" I winked at him.

"Oh yes, because I've been so naughty." Roy rolled his eyes.

"Aw, why not with me?" I pouted at him. This must have shocked my dear Mustang. Er, I mean, my Colonel. What the hell was I doing anyway? What I was about to do with my boss! How crazy was my thinking today? Anyway, beyond those thoughts Roy's eyes widened like you wouldn't believe to what I said. Wait, I didn't even realize I said it! And how did I get so close to him all of the sudden? Between my moments of thought I had stumbled toward him and said three very deadly words, and now, with my knowing I repeated them as I walked closer to the colonel.

"I love you, Colonel Roy Mustang. Merry Christmas." And with that I leaned into him and gave him a kiss. It was my very first and when I backed away, he was wide-eyed and speechless as was I. I thought he would be mad at me and toss me out into the cold snow, but instead he surprised me. He put one hand in my long, braided, blonde hair and the other on my back, pulled me toward him, and gave me another, sweeter kiss. Only this time his tongue licked my lips seeking entrance and I, all blushing like mad, accepted him inside as the battle of the tongues took place. I swear, I saw fireworks, it was incredible.

And as that sweet kiss ended, and the fireworks faded, Roy put his lips to my ear and whispered, "Merry Christmas Edward Elric. I love you too."

To this I responded, mumbling, "Don't use your bedroom voice with me, sir," and smiled up at him.

He looked down at me, rolled his eyes, and said something I did not quite catch until I had it all registered. "I'll use my bedroom voice with you whether we're in the bedroom or here in my office."

I think I fainted, no, scratch that, I was in pure bliss, and we went home early from work that day, but I didn't go home, I went to Roy's and, 'spent the night.'

I returned home the next morning smiling like crazy with a story to tell, and Al was already prepared to listen.

"What happened, brother?"

"I got two words for you brother, no make that three, Colonel Roy Mustang." After saying that I went into a smiling fit that I could not break out of.

That night my brother made me tell him the whole story and he was speechless when it was over.

That was definitely the most merry Christmas I have ever had...