Welcome to my first fic, enjoy and please don't spork.
Roy woke to find himself sharing the bed with another, blonder, alchemist. The alchemist in question was fast asleep, back turned to him, breathing slowly and rhythmically, long hair out of the confines of its usual braid and streaked out over the pillow. It glistened in the sunlight like strands of gold, contrasting strongly with the white sheets.
Unable to help himself, Roy reached out to stroke the silky strands.
"Mustang, you're touching my hair."
Roy jumped and pulled his hand away.
Edward turned his head slightly to look at him, sending him a sleepy glare. "Don't touch my hair unless I say you can, got it?"
"Got it," Roy said, temporarily unable to come back with a witty remark due to lack of coffee.
"Good," Edward turned back round, closing his eyes again, "Now stop and I will kill you."