A/N: Had to have seen this one coming. The upcoming holiday season, of course you did...you did, didn't you? (Eyes audience warily.) You didn't, did you? oO'
Disclaimer: It's the most wonderful time of the year! SANTA! (Chases after.) COME BACK! RUDOLPH, SLOW DOWN!
Mistletoe
Ed stared at the green foliage that hung above their heads unblinkingly. Okay, so he was blinking—but just barely. He was in shock, mind you, from the little conversation that he had with his commanding officer.
"Edward," first, it was scary that he was using his first name and not his issued name, "we're standing under mistletoe."
Second, it was scary that Mustang would actually allow something like that be put in his office. This is Roy Mustang, people!
"Yeah, so?"
This is what got Ed the most.
"It's only tradition to kiss under mistletoe." Roy smirked, yet there was a glint to his eye that suggested 'oh yeah, so looking forward to meeting those lips'.
Edward's brain suddenly stopped functioning, and did its last 'kaput' as his jaw almost slammed into the floor. Instead of backing off and running down the hallway screaming obscenities, he stood stock-still.
Roy took this to his advantage and slowly leaned in.
The other officers in the room inhaled sharply and got into sprinting position.
Roy's lips pressed a chaste kiss and was about to break it when he felt arms wrap around his neck and pull him forward, preventing him from running away.
So what if he was in shock two minutes ago. So what if they are kissing. So what if they making the other officers in the room pass out in shock. Edward decided he liked Roy's lips and didn't want them to leave his anytime soon, thank you very much.
A/N: Yeah...candy canes do that to you.
-Mint Pizza Queen
