Chapter 13: Killing Loneliness With You
Comments: Surprise…I have nothing to say!
Mood Song: How about Killing Loneliness by H.I.M.
Disclaimer: You would know if I owned FMA…you would know.
Alphonse and Winry are here, visiting from Resembool. Let's just say, telling them Edward and I were 'dating' didn't go as planned. Not that we actually had a plan to begin with.
Alphonse actually fainted and Winry whacked me upside the head with a wrench. Damn, she was one violent chick.
I was lying on my office couch, nursing the bump on my cranium and idly wondering if Winry and Hawkeye were somehow related, when Alphonse suggested we go see a movie.
Going to the cinema was fairly expensive, seeing as they were just recently invented, but I am Colonel Roy Mustang. I have resources.
-evil laughter-
Little did I realize that this was a bad idea.
And hour into the movie. An altogether horrible idea.
Because Edward is so close to me, still dressed in my shirt and pants. And he smells so good. Peppermint and motor oil. Normally, this would be a weird combination but it seems to suit him.
And his hand is resting on the armrest between us. His automail hand.
Cautiously, slowly, I ease my hand under his and the intertwine our fingers.
Metal against flesh.
He glances over at me, eyes shining dimly in the light from the projector.
With a clink of metal joints, he grips my hand tighter.
I smile and turn back to the movie. His hand is surprisingly warm.
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