Review responses:
lazerducky27: sorry this took so long
Gozilla: Sorry, this one's short as well
Chibi Haku: Nope these can be found no where but fanfiction. net and my LJ, except this one is also in a roy/ed LJ community. so's chapter 4, but I tweaked it so it was more RoyEd-ish,
Duchess of Darkness: This almost became a Roy angsting/remembering/dreaming and Ed dead drabble TT yes I unfortunatly have a fix on that sorta thing.
A/N One last thing, if you visit my LJ, I don't mind but please sign with you pen name, it's kinda odd getting an anonymous comment without knowing how they found my LJ, thanks! Also, chapter 4 was edited, so there is also a RoyEd version of it, if you want me to load it into FF. net, just say the word.
Ah yes, another thing :
WARNING: IF YOU DISLIKE YAOI LEAVE AT ONCE! I DO NOT TOLERATE FLAMES FOR PEOPLE WHO DO NOT READ WARNINGS!
Ahem, now onto Tired
Roy slowly unlocks the door, his hands fumbling on the ring of keys. Which one was it again? He peers at it, his eyes are fogged and blurry with exhaustion, his hands numb and shaking. Finally he gets his door open, though not without some difficulty. He steps into the cool darkness of the room, he's to tired to care about neatness and pulls off his jacket, throwing it onto who knows what, he'd have difficulty finding it in the morning, but he doesn't care. He slips off his military issued boots as he walks softly down the hallway, he's stripping down to his undergarments as he walks to the bedroom. He pushes the door gently, it's already open. The large bed in the middle has a lump on it, and he feels vaguely irritated at how comfortable Edward looks. He sits on the bed and pulls off his socks, he slides beneath the covers, melting into the warmth of the sheets. He begins to shiver slightly. He feels a warm arm drape over him, pulling him closer to the bed's other occupant.
"Hm, Taisa you're cold." Edward mumbles
Roy doesn't say anything, he's too tired to think, he lets Edward pull him closer. Edward curls his small body around Roy's, his arms and legs wrapped around the taller body sharing his heat, using Roy's chest as his pillow. Roy distantly realizes that the automail is warmer than he is, but he's warm now, so he doesn't really care. His tired eyes look at the soft golden strands that are spread out on his chest where Edward's head rested. He checks to make sure that Edward is really asleep before raising one hand to his lovers hair, gently playing with the bright gold locks, feeling the run through his fingers, as silken as water. His arm drops down onto the bed with a soft thump. As he slowly drifted off to sleep, the soft contours of golden hair following him into his dreams.
-Owari-
