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Apple Cider
"Damn, your feet are cold, Fullmetal!"
Ed smirked into his neck. "Really? I guess I'll have to warm you up, then."
Roy laughed. "I think I'm perverted enough for the both of us. You should leave the random propositioning to me."
"Hmph," Ed grumbled, sliding his cold foot further up Roy's bare leg into the crook of his knee. "Well, if I won't do, maybe this will warm you up?"
Roy started when a circle of heat pressed against his bare shoulder and steam curled in his peripheral vision. He tilted his head a bit to the side and waited. Edward, realizing what he was waiting for, sighed and tipped the cup forward at his lips. Roy took a cautious sip and gave a slow smile with half-lidded eyes. "Delicious. Thank you, Edward."
"Yeah, yeah." Ed's cheeks were slightly flushed, although Roy was sure he'd say it was from the steam, if the blush was remarked upon. "There's some shortbread Winry made, too."
Once again, Roy simply opened his mouth slightly, an expectant (if teasing) look in his eye, and waited. With another louder sigh, Ed took and cookie from the plate on the table and laid it on the extended tongue. Roy chewed, swallowed, and then, as if it were all part of his digestive routine, pulled Edward's face down to his for a long, languid kiss.
"You're so lazy," Ed griped when he pulled away, shaking his head. "Won't even feed yourself."
"With you there to feed me? Never."