A/N: So, it's been a while! Hello everyone. So this is a little more "to the chase" if you will haha. Please continue your wonderful support, it really makes me smile. It's been a rough two weeks for me, so I apologize for the wait.
Desert Before Dinner.
Sweet smells of home cooking filled the small area of living space into every nook and cranny it could find. Mustang didn't really have the opportunity to cook that often so when he did, he went all out. He stirred a pot on the stove with a stoic expression, taking in the deep aroma that lifted from the contents inside. The spoon stopped in his hand as a pair of strong arms snaked around his small waist and a head rested heavily on his left shoulder.
"You still have a few more hours until dinner." Roy said plainly to the man who was now encircling him.
"You've been cooking all day!" Hughes whined into his rather bony shoulder with a groan.
"A watched pot never boils, you know the saying." Attempting to get the larger man off him, he shrugged his shoulder. "Go eat something. Dinner will be ready later."
"Well, I don't want to spoil my appetite, maybe I'll just settle for you." Hughes said heavily before giving the Colonel's neck a light kiss. At this point, Mustang pulled away from him in annoyance.
"There'll be nothing to spoil if you don't cut that crap, Hughes." Sighing and untwisting his arms from the other's middle, the taller of the two men pouted.
"You're no fun…"
"Damn straight." He said with a satisfied tone as he tapped the wooden spoon against the side of the pot and turned around with satisfaction. A plain white apron covered the front of him, several stains from uses past brought a splash of color to the fabric with patches of different reds, most likely due to wine spills or sauce.
"Too bad this thing isn't pink; it'd go perfect with your little house wife persona." The Lieutenant Colonel smirked while the other glared and crossed his arms over his chest. "Out of things to make yourself look busy yet?"
"Will you just shut up?" Roy spat. Taking it as a definite yes, Maes opened his arms, earning an eye roll from the other man as he was pushed against Hughes' larger chest. Not expecting anything else to transpire, Roy's eyes opened wide as he felt a small tug on the back of his apron and the strings fell silently to his sides. "What do you think you're doing?"
"What do you think? After all these years, I would think you'd catch onto my advances by now, Colonel." The title held nothing but pure lust as the apron string around Roy's neck was lifted and the garment fell to the floor in a pool of material around their feet. The smaller man chuckled lightly while closing his eyes momentarily.
"And I think that you, after all these years, would catch on that I don't allow desert before dinner." The alchemist leaned up and gave the lightest shadow of a peck onto Maes' lips before turning back to the stove and picking up his spoon.
