Five More Minutes
At 5 a.m. sharp, a shrill beeping ran through our apartment. My eyes immediately flew open and landed on the face of my brother, who was still asleep by some small miracle. Smiling, I reached over and turned off the alarm. I swung my legs off the side of our shared bed, preparing to exit it, when a tired voice made me freeze.
"Ed…"
"Yeah?" I replied, my mouth dry.
"Come back to bed." I felt a hand on my back, tracing my spine. It made me shiver.
"Can't, today's a busy day."
"Just for five more minutes?" Alphonse sat up behind me, leaving heavily on my shoulder.
"I dunno, Al…"
"Please? I can't sleep when I'm cold." He was kneeling now, pressing into my back and wrapping his arms around me. "Besides, you look so tired lately." The last statement came out more like a purr. When he pressed a kiss to my neck, I knew what he was after.
"Yeah, but your libido won't help that."
"…How do you know?"
I smiled. "I don't."
"So come back to bed." I most likely had a nice red bruise by now…
"Give me two good reasons why I should."
"Well, because you love me. And because I love you. There are your reasons."
I couldn't really argue with that, so I let Al pull me onto the bed once again.
True to his word, his libido did help me sleep better.
A/N: Wow. This is probably the shortest thing I've ever written. I counted and it's only 241 words, not including the title and this author's note.
Should I add more? I was originally going to write out a lemon, but I got lazy. Sorry!