Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: T
Prompt: Chocolate
Chocolate
words: 463
Edward idly ran his tongue up the side of his hand before shoving his pointer finger into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around his finger he removed all of the sweet and sticky mess that was liberally coating it. The chocolate was thick and smooth; it flowed over his palate like some sort of nectar of the gods. Well, if Ed had believed in gods anyway.
Humming in pleasure Ed sauntered toward the nearby stove. His automail arm was wrapped securely around the large metal mixing bowl that he carried, the wooden spoon caught in the other fingers of the hand he was lapping at. The apron he wore to protect his cloths was smeared liberally with the chocolatey mixture as well, and dabs of it decorated his cheeks and nose.
No one could say Edward Elric was a clean cook.
A soft noise from behind him had Ed turning, finger still in mouth, to stare with surprised eyes at Roy. The dark haired man was standing in the doorway watching with wide, dark eyes and parted lips. His uniform collar was already loosened and hanging open.
A slow grin stretched across Ed's lips and he pulled his finger free with a wet pop.
Hooding his eyes lazily Edward drawled, "What's the matter, Mustang? See something you like?"
Roy gave a choked laugh, his own smirk matching Ed's tit for tat. "You could say that," The man's eyes flicked to the chocolate mixture. "When will the cookies be ready?"
Before Roy could even laugh a large glob of the batter hit him square in the face, and he reeled backwards a few steps. The laughter escaped at last as he caught sight of Ed's scowl between his fingers while he tried to get the mess off.
Stepping forward he reached out, grinning as the precocious blond backed out of range. Roy followed, backing Ed into the counters and stealing the mixing bowl from his grip. Planting his hands either side of the young man he leaned down to press a kiss on Ed's nose, conveniently stealing away the smudge of chocolate there. Next he moved to his cheek, a hand coming up, and a finger crooking beneath Ed's chin, to tilt his head back.
Ed growled as Roy's tongue slid delicately along the ridge of his cheek bone.
Once he'd cleaned every taste with nibbles and kisses Roy rested his forehead against Ed's, admiring the flushed and glassy look that had stolen over the blond.
"I think I like this much better than any baked good," he purred.
"You damn well better," Ed grumbled and, snagging the lapels of Roy's partially undone uniform, he pulled him down for a languid kiss. "Welcome home, Bastard."
Roy laughed softly.