A/N Oooh, fluff chapter :D

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Roy started wrapping a bandage around Edward's middle, trying to cover the wounds on his chest and back.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you by doing this." He told the younger alchemist. "Do you want to call Winry and ask her to come down here? You can't be seen in public and you're definitely in no condition to travel..."

Edward winced before slowly nodding in agreement. "She's going to kill me, but that'd be very much appreciated. I do need her to come down and see me."

"Alright, I'll call her tomorrow." Roy assured him, ripping the end of the bandages and gently tucking in the end so it would stay on tight."

I think the floor is what caused my wounds to re-open so I'm most likely moving back to the couch..." He said quietly.

"Hell no, you are not sleeping on the couch. I'm sleeping on the floor and you're on the bed. That's an order, and I don't want you arguing about it. Are the bandages hurting you too much?" Roy asked, picking up his shirt that was laying on the bed behind Edward and throwing it on the floor. He walked over to his closet and got out a new shirt which he quickly slipped over his head.

Edward raised an eyebrow slowly. "It's fine. Don't worry about it..."

He said, slipping off of the bed stubbornly and curling up under it. Sadly that seemed to be the cleanest section of the entire bedroom. "You can have the bed..." He said simply, refusing the order. All right, so that could get him into trouble but he wasn't about to make the colonel sleep on the floor instead of his bed.

"Edward." He said quietly. "Get your ass back on that bed. You are not going to sleep on the floor. Just get in the damn bed so we can both go to sleep!" Roy yelled, temper flaring. How could he even think of sleeping on the floor in his condition? "You are sleeping on the bed, and since you said that you didn't like sleeping somewhere alone, I'm going to sleep on the floor right here. End of story."

I absolutely refuse to let you sleep on the god damned floor, Mustang!" Ed snapped back, eyes flashing dangerously as he crawled back out. "So get your ass back on the bed yourself!" He added, his own temper flaring dangerously. Why couldn't Roy understand that no meant no?

"No." Roy said simply, laying down on the floor. "Fine, sleep where you want but I'm staying right here. I refuse to take the bed when you need it more than me." To prove his point, Roy rolled on his back and closed his eyes.

Edward frowned, chewing his lip lightly before sighing and shaking his head slowly. He'd regret this later. "Why can't we just share the bed then? It's large enough for us both..." He pointed out, crawling from his hiding spot.

Roy lazily opened one eye from his spot on the floor. "If that's what it takes to get you into the bed, then fine. He got up and laid back down on his side of the bed, facing the window. Oh God, he was probably going to regret this. But if this was what it took...

A soft sigh escaped from Edward's lips as he shut his eyes lightly. He had a small tendency to move towards the closest source of heat in his sleep. This time it just so happened his closest heat source was in fact his superior officer, which meant there was a ninety-five percent chance that in his sleep, the chimera would start to cuddle.

Hopefully though, on Ed's part, he would be in the five percent chance of staying still in his sleep. As a small, barely noticeable shiver ran down his spine, Edward /knew/ that it would be an interesting morning to wake up to before he fell asleep.

Roy fell asleep almost instantly, tired from his past nights of incomplete sleep. As the heater cut off in the room, Roy subconsciously began to inch nearer to the center of the bed, seeking warmth. He scooted over until he was back to back with the adorable chimera in his bed.

Edward woke up the next morning, feeling extremely warm and comfortable A soft sigh escaped from his lips as he cracked his eyes open, only to see that his 'pillow' was actually the colonel's chest. Blushing lightly, the chimera moved to leave, only to realize that Roy had his arm around Edward's waist.

Well...Damn. This was an awkward way to wake up. Laying on your superior officer's chest...

Roy shifted a bit, noticing that his warmth was moving away. He snuggled closer, pulling Edward neared to him. His eyes opened a bit, looking straight into Edward's eyes. "Ah..!" He exclaimed slowly. All of a sudden, Roy jumped up quickly, letting go of Edward and sitting up in his bed.

"...S-sorry about that, Fullmetal."

Ed shook his head, still blushing lightly, as his eyes looked anywhere but at Roy.

"No. It was my own fault really. I can guarantee that I was the one to move towards you first. I tend to move closer to people or things that'll keep me warm while sleeping. A bad habit really..." He explained, shaking his head.

"I'll go make you something to eat so that you can get to work on time." The chimera added, motioning to the clock as he got up shakily.

"Yeah...' Roy said, chuckling uneasily and also averting Edward's eyes. "I sometimes do that too..." Roy glanced over at the clock and groaned. "I don't think I'm going to work today..." he told Edward. "Um... I'll help you make breakfast."

Riza was definitely going to kill him for skipping work so much. But it wasn't like he could leave Edward there by himself. What if he ran off again?

Edward smiled and shook his head. "Call Riza, tell her you're sick. I'll go get your breakfast done." He stated, leaving to do so. He felt like making French toast...And he felt like fruit for himself.

No. It was bad enough that he'd eaten all the leaves off of Roy's bamboo plant, he didn't need to go around making things worse by eating the colonel's actual food. That would be a bad idea.

Roy whimpered a bit when he heard Riza's name aloud. As much as he didn't want to, he knew he had to call her. He dialed her number and the phone rang a few times before a woman's voice came over the phone.

"Hey Hawkeye, it's me. I'm not going to be at work again today, all right? Bye then." He hung up before she could protest. Roy walked into the kitchen and looked over Edward's shoulder. "Need help?" he asked.

Edward sighed, shaking his head slowly. "Nah. I think I have this thing pretty much taken care of." He said calmly, smiling in a bright fashion as he started to actually cook the food now joyfully. He rather enjoyed cooking for people.

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