Hello together ^^ Since I seem to drabble with Original!Greed/Ed and Original!Greed/Ed/Roy quite a lot lately, I've decided to make this my 'drabble' post. Whenever I'll have any more drabbles/ficlets below 1.000 words I'll post them simply here^^ Just so you know where to find them^^
Paintings
Rating: T
Pairing: Original!Greed/Ed
Word Count: 312
Warnings: mention of some kinky stuff, but nothing else XD
Summary: Really, Greed had never cared for paintings.
Author's Note: This is one of two drabbles that came to be because of an incredible slow day at work XD I've had waaaay too much time and because Greedy has given me so very nice compliments this morning (that nearly made me combust XDDD) I thought I would do her a favor and write some more ^___^
Paintings
Greed had to say, if only to himself, that finding that edible paint was one of the best findings he had ever had. It wasn't like he cared much for paintings in itself. They were quiet, old things that simply used up space. His greed demanded that he got some that were valuable, but all in all, he didn't care for them.
He never would have thought that the mere thought of paint would excite him in any way, less make him want to jump his lover even more than he usually did. But ever since he and Ed discovered the joys of edible paint, their lovemaking had turned into a whole new direction. The blond wasn't much of a painter - everyone who has ever seen his simplistic doodles could confirm that - but when it came to alchemy, it was as if a switch was being turned. His arrays always have an artistic touch to them that even Major Armstrong could only dream about. They have depth and were beautiful in a way only science that turned artistic could be. Greed never could get enough just watching his lover draw one of these amazing arrays.
After they had found that paint, however, the whole 'watching' part had turned into a way for him to participate in Edward's studies. A way that left him panting for more most of the time.
Because it wasn't the paint itself, or even the resulting images, that turned him on. It was the whole teasing game of the soft brush of the paintbrush against his skin, the cool feeling of the paint as it was applied and then Ed's hot mouth afterwards as he licks it off again.
Really, Greed had never cared for paintings. But ever since he became the canvas, the fascination the art held has gotten a whole new meaning for him.
End