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Morning After
"What time is it?"
At least, that's what Roy tried to say. It came out quite garbled, as he had to spit out a mouthful of blond braid to do it. He squirmed under the small body sprawled over him, trying to ignore the tickle of golden hair fluttering over his cheek and neck and the cold metal hand resting on his bare abdomen as well as the metal foot sending goose bumps up his leg. Roy was pretty sure there was a bit of drool on his shoulder, and his leg was going numb.
"Damn it, Fullmetal, you're heavy."
A crackly moan from above him. "G'back t'sleep," was the answering mumble.
"Edward, please. It's probably late, and I have work this morning." Roy attempted to push the younger alchemist off of him, but to no avail.
"'S'too early f'r this."
"Not for anyone else in the military. Get up, you lazy ass, or Hawkeye's going to burst in here with her gun waving."
"Y'don't really want t'get up," Ed informed him, a little more awake now that he was being pushed off his warm pillow. Rolling onto his side, he propped himself up with his elbow, his eyes still unfocused and bleary.
"Who says?" snorted Roy, sitting up and combing his fingers through his tangled dark hair.
"'Cause you'd've set the alarm if you wanted to. You fell asleep after me and I know you always think about things like that."
Roy flushed, ignoring the astute observation. "Really, Fullmetal, Lt. Hawkeye is going to—"
"Don't call me that."
"Don't call you what—your military name?" Roy raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"Yeah. Not now. Don't call me that when we're in bed."
"Okay, Ed. But you're going to have to let go of my leg."
Ed just clung tighter with his free hand. "Figures you're a morning person, not tired at all. But don't get up. Even if you go to work, it's not like you're gonna do work anyway."
For a long moment, they just stare at each other—Roy with one foot on the floor and his pants half on and Edward crouched on the bed with a foot clasped tightly in his automail hand.
Five minutes later, Roy was spitting out blond hair once more. And damn it, Ed snored. Loudly.
And Roy had not had such a good night's sleep for as long as he could remember.
If anyone in these drabbles is dramatically out of character, please let me know. It's not an easy pairing to write while still keeping their personalities, so I would really appreciate some constructive criticism.