Kimblee sat on the couch bored out of his mind. Archer wouldn't be home for another hour or so. What was he supposed to do until then? He's read ever book in the flat, and movies were out of the question- Archer never had anything worth looking at, mostly documentaries.
The Stereo?
Of course, the radio- there had to be something on the radio for him to listen to. So, Kimblee began to scan through the static in search for entertainment. Kimblee's search was looking grim, until he heard something that caught his ear.
Dance,
Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And
these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way
they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Not bad, it's catchy and it has a beat you can dance to. So there he was, the infamous Crimson Alchemist, Zolf J. Kimblee, dancing in nothing but his ponytail and favorite wine silk boxers Archer gave him for his last birthday. What made the seen even more priceless was the fact that Kimblee was singing along, not that he couldn't sing, but he was singing in to dildo. Why a dildo was even in the living room in brood daylight, the world shall never know.
I'm two
quarters and a heart down Why don't you show me the little
bit of spine
And I don't want to forget how your
voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So
you need them just to get by
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Now Kimblee thought Archer wouldn't be home for another hour or so, then why did Archer come home to a half naked State Alchemist dancing on his coffee table and singing along to the radio. Archer was flabbergasted, not because the said Alchemist was supposed to be home sick and was now quite well and dancing on the coffee table, but because of how sexy the man looked making a complete and utter fool of him self- and sing into a dildo.
If they
knew how misery loved me Why don't you show me the little bit
of spine Dance, Dance
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress,
mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into
bed with me
We're falling apart to half- ugh
That 'ugh', was caused by Kimblee losing his footing on the coffee table, and falling face forward into the couch, and Archer could not stop from busting out laughing at his idiotic lover. Kimblee quickly rolled off the couch to face who ever dare mock the great Crimson Alchemist. But when he saw the mocker, instead of yelling and cussing like he should, Kimblee merely blushed.
"How long have you been standing there", Kimblee asked standing up. Archer was still laughing, which really wasn't very Archer like, but dancing on the table and singing into a dildo really wasn't Kimblee like either. "Since right before you fell", Archer wheezed as he tried to regain his breathe. Kimblee said, "Oh", as Archer turned off the radio. He plopped down on the couch and patted the spot beside him for Kimblee to sit down.
"You have been very bored today haven't you?"
Kimblee nodding as he snuggled up against Archer.
"I'm sorry I laughed at you, but you got to admit- that was pretty damn funny. I think that made my day too." Kimblee grinned and kissed Archer. "You're welcome, but a simple sorry isn't going to be enough to make up for laughing at me." Archer's frown soon turned into a "cherisher cat" style grin as Kimblee straddled his hips.
"Why don't you show me the little bit of spine you've been saving for this mattress. I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me."
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The song is "Dance, Dance" by Fall Out Boy. I don't own the show or the song. Review please.