Chapter Three: Quinque (Five)
Five things about him you should hate, but for some reason they just make you love him more.
Roy has habits, many, many habits. And some of them should have driven Ed to the brink of insanity but for some reason or another they were just endearing. Especially Ed's favourite; humming.
Ed flipped to the next page in his book with a bored sigh; he'd read it before, he'd read it all before. This was nothing new, just the repetition of the last sixty-two and a half books he'd read. Another sigh and he tossed the volume onto the coffee table before him, deciding that was enough for now. Standing, he stretched leisurely, popping his neck and rolling his shoulders to relieve the soreness from sitting curled on the couch for much too long. For a few moments he stood there, wondering what to do next, oh and where had Roy gone off to?
With no great hurry he padded across the living room sure he'd find Roy somewhere in the house, the bedroom or maybe study. He checked the bedroom first to no avail, but, oh well. The study was the next place to check but his first stop would be the kitchen. The kitchen was always important
. Although it had one feature that could be annoying at times, Ed couldn't seem to go into Roy's kitchen without thinking about them. His and Roy's relationship was something he more often than not tried to steer clear from, because it confused and frustrated him.
As he plodded across the black-and-white tile, he found that today was no exception. It was something about searching through Roy's refrigerator for something to eat. He only did that at home or back in Risembool with Granny Pinako and Winry. He hadn't ever felt comfortable enough to raid someone else's fridge. But he did now, open the refrigerator and shuffle through old take-out boxes and bottled condiments. Unfortunately that's all there was, take-out and sauces. He would have to remind Roy to do some shopping before they completely ran out of food. They? Ed just about choked on the swig of juice he'd taken straight from the bottle. When had it become they? It was just Roy Mustang and Edward Elric, right? Not they. Rather suddenly, he didn't feel like eating anything at all. Matter of fact all he felt like doing was getting the hell out of there and going somewhere to think. Maybe going to talk to Al.
Out of the kitchen and back into the hallway he found himself heading for the study. Sure that he was going to tell Roy he was leaving for the day. When he neared the study's partially open door a question creased his brow at the noise he heard. Was Roy listening to music? No, that didn't sound quite right. Pausing he listened a little harder and it hit him. Roy was humming, rather tunelessly even. That was probably the most annoying thing anyone could do, he remembered Winry used to do that and he about bit her head off every time.
But, for some reason this didn't spark that response…matter of fact it was kind of…cute. Something about Roy being so very human was rather endearing. Ed edged toward the door quietly listening to the flat, deep sound and slipped inside. Roy was bent over his desk, still wearing his pajama shirt and scribbling away obliviously. Folding his arm across his chest Edward watched for a while, no longer feeling like leaving for the day. Actually he felt like doing exactly what he did.
Ed snuck up almost silently on his unaware lover and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "Hey," he whispered kissing the sensitive hollow beneath Roy's ear.
"Hey, Ed," he replied tilting his head slightly. For a second he almost looked embarrassed. "You heard that didn't you?"
Laughing, Ed answered: "Yes, I did. But that's alright." Still chuckling, he tipped Roy's face the rest of the way back and caught his lips. "It was cute."
Roy raised an eyebrow, "Cute?"
"Very."
A/N: I had something to say here but now I can't remember what it was, anyway, many thanks for reading people! Sorry that took so long.