One Year Anniversary
Edward shifted his weight from foot to foot. It wasn't that he was nervous. He was never nervous. No, he was just…excited. It had been a full year since he'd invaded Roy's personal space and made it clear he wasn't leaving unless he died, or Roy did.
He eyed the clock again. Five fifteen. Only ten more minutes, he told himself. In ten minutes Roy would be home and he could put forth his plan. It was simple: feed Roy, fuck Roy and cuddle with Roy, in that order. And then maybe they'd get around to sleep and possibly even more sex.
Edward could barely contain his excitement. Dinner was ready and he was dressed up. It had to work. He felt his stomach flutter. Screw excited, now he was nervous. What if Roy didn't like this? What if…no, it would work, he decided.
He ran his fingers along the cloth of his clothes. He didn't know how Roy wore this military jacket day in and day out. The cotton was so uncomfortable. Hearing the key in the door, he blushed and moved to the couch to situate himself.
The sight that awaited Roy Mustang when he entered the house left him in awe. He stood there, gaping for a whole minute, door wide open, keys clattering to the floor along with his coat, which he had removed just outside the house. He stared at Edward, closed his mouth and stared some more. He was…breathtaking.
His boyfriend, Roy Mustang's boyfriend, was lying on the couch. His shoulders were level with the arm of the piece, his head tilted back with a lusty look in his eyes. Long blond tendrils of hair draped over the armrest and snaked over Edward's shoulders. A uniform jacket, one that belonged to Roy, was draped over his torso, done up only half way, revealing his bare chest underneath. Gaze moving lower, he could see that Edward's feet were bare, and his legs were missing the leather pants the young man preferred. No, in its place was a royal blue pleated skirt. Not just any skirt – a miniskirt. If he angled his head slightly –just like he was doing now–he could see that Edward had even procured female undergarments. Pink, silk female undergarments.
Roy Mustang's jaw hit the floor. It was a shame that such a fine dinner that Edward had slaved over had to go to waste.