Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Notes: For 15minuteficlets word 115. I was mean to Roy in some of my other ficlets, so I thought I'd make up for it by writing something a little more fluffy for him, although in retrospect I'm not sure how fluffy this is. I accidentally went over 15 minutes, so I just cut some out from the end. Hopefully that makes up for it. ; Although now it doesn't make as much sense. And if you don't know the word, Roy might seem to be acting kind of weird... this Roy just sort of jumped out at me as soon as I read the word.
Warnings: Slight spoilers for the end of the series.
Roy Mustang takes the silver watch out of his pocket with a sigh, caressing it slightly with his fingers. He carefully opens the top, and fingers the words that are scratched inside. They must have been scratched in quickly, because when he runs his fingers over the words they scratch his gloves. But that doesn't matter to him, and so he gently kisses the inside of the watch.
He loves this watch, more than his own, more than anyone else's watch. He loves this watch because of who used to own it, a teenaged boy named Edward Elric. Roy kisses the actual watch this time, which is cold to his lips. He wishes he could do this to the watch's former owner, but he knows that he would get the same response, coldness. The watch ticks beneath him steadily in response. It never stopped to consider his kiss. It almost scares Roy how much this watch reminds him of Edward.
You're such a short little watch. Why am I kissing you? Roy says with a smirk.
He might be imagining it, but the watch seems to tick extra loud.
Besides, Edward Elric disappeared two years ago, presumed dead. Roy should have kissed him before he left, but for some unfathomable reason he went for a handshake instead. He's such an idiot.
He kisses the watch again and closes it. Even though it's been so long the watch still smells like him, and Roy thinks that if Edward really is dead and this is all that's left of him, the watch might actually be Edward.
He smiles, because the watch doesn't seem to resist his kisses.
The door to his office opens suddenly, slamming against the wall with a deafening crash.
Roy looks up and blinks, trying to shake the hallucination from his eyes.
Give me back my watch. The young alchemist says, angrily, stepping up to his desk.
Without stopping to think, Roy kisses him.
The watch isn't that much like Edward, after all.