In which there is an Irresistible Romantic Atmosphere.
It had really gone about as well as could be expected. The second "counseling session" with the Lieutenant, that is.
Edward had been smug, under a thin veneer of blasé. Roy wondered when exactly it had been ordained that the punishment for his many sins would come in the form of attraction (and maybe affection, maybe, maybe) towards the biggest brat he had ever had the misfortune to know. What's more, Riza had seemed quite smug, like everything was going according to some secret genius plan, and also like she knew exactly how nice that goodnight kiss had been. It felt like a damn conspiracy.
The upshot was another mandated dinner with Ed for the following evening, to include a cozy bistro and a stop for an ice cream and stroll in a nearby park. Oh, and another list. Yes, Lieutenant. We will, Lieutenant.
Funnily enough, what they actually ended up talking about for most of dinner was what it was like to have your life dominated by scary, crazy, [amazing] women, and how one day Ed and Roy were going to rise up and have no more of it. There was also speculation over exactly what sort of hallucinogen had appeared in the Lieutenant's morning coffee to produce a list of conversational topics that included "mutant fly cinema". (Totally awesome! Those compound eyes were amazing! You know, I saw this fly once, I swear it had three eyes…)
So here they were in a twilit park, Ed with distracting chocolate smudged around his mouth. Fortunately Roy had forgone alcohol with dinner. He had learnt his lesson. Edward Elric, Unscrupulous Kisser of Drunken Colonels, was not going to take advantage of a vulnerable man tonight, no sir. Not even with alluring chocolate in the corners of his mouth.
Fireflies were coming out, and that slightly soft smile on Ed's face was just not fair. Appealing brat. Roy turned abruptly away, looking for anything to fix his attention other than Ed. Ah. A fountain. Lovely. Must take closer look.
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Ok, Ed had to admit it. The Colonel was so. Cute. The conversation during dinner had been fluent, but every now and again Roy seemed to realize anew that he was on A Date with Ed, and his eyes would suddenly get wide and shifty, darting around as if to check for an escape route. It was adorable. And apparently something similar had just happened; Roy had suddenly stiffened and wheeled towards a fountain off to the side. Ed grinned and followed.
Fine. Ed was smitten. It was all Roy's own damn fault, not to mention that diabolical Lieutenant. She was a menace, no mistakes there. And between Babbling Roy being hysterically funny, and ok really hot, and nice-smelling, and Lieutenant Hawkeye getting them to have real conversation… Damn.
Hee. It was time to kick this date up a notch. He unbuttoned his jacket.
"You can really see more stars in here, huh?" he said, tipping his head waaaaaay back to look at the sky. Upon further demonic thought, he turned it into a full-out, arm-extended, arched-back stretch.
Teasing him? What? Please. You'd have to have some sort of weakness for clavicles for this to affect you… heh heh heh…
Success. Roy's sound of assent turned into a weird strangled cross between a whimper and a groan as he turned and confronted the topography of Ed's sternum.
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"…stars in here, huh?"
Roy's pulse throbbed merrily in his ears.
oh I hate you Ed oh I do
It wasn't possible that Ed was unaware of the tempting view he was providing. He kept his head tipped back as he prattled on about stars in the countryside or some other complete irrelevancy as compared to… clavicles… suprasternal… notch…
*drool*
Roy's baser nature had really been complicating his life lately.
Oh, look at that. It's my hand. Why is my hand moving towards Ed's throat? I'm not telling it to. In fact, I'm going to tell it not to. Stop it, Hand. Cease. Desist. This is Roy speaking. Roy's Hand, halt. Left Hand! You stop right there you fucker don't you dare touch that clavi—oh, fuck you, Hand. Fuck you.
Well, here they were. A date, a kiss, another date, and now the touchy feely finger tracing along Ed's right clavicle, Roy completely unable to take his eyes off it. Until, that is, he caught sight of the grin on Ed's face, and hey, those mandibles were actually quite sexy, how had Roy not noticed before? Maybe he should touch one of those, too, oh look, he already was, in fact he was touching both, and maybe a couple of zygomatic bones too, oh hell, you might even say he was cupping Ed's face in his hands.
Roy's eyes had gone goofy and unfocused as soon as they fastened onto Ed's collarbone, and Ed grinned. It was nice to have found a side of the Colonel that was one hundred and ten percent predictable. But his grin faded as Roy's gaze slowly traveled past Ed's throat and jaw line and sharpened as he met Ed's eyes.
Oh, whoa, uh, he has really dark eyes, uh, oh, he's actually kind of really sexy…
Ed took an involuntary step closer at the same time Roy's hands on his face shifted just a little, tipping it up to the perfect angle for a kiss, and oh holy hell kissing Non-Drunk Roy was a very different experience and the top of Ed's head might possibly be about to come off. One of Roy's hands dropped away from Ed's face as he wrapped an arm around his waist.
Mmmm. He really does smell good.
"Come home with me."
"Yes."