A/N: Not that it has anything to do with anything, but I LOVE my dorm. Seriously. I was in the lounge on Sat reading my new manga, which was -ahem- explicit yaoi, and the guy sitting next to me grabbed it and started reading it out loud to everyone, and since when is porn a family activity? Honestly! But everyone seemed to take it so much in stride and find it actually kind of funny - which, wow. COOL. Yay for open-minded dormmates! And for drabbles. I wrote this one awhile ago on a plane flying to..gods, somewhere, and I'm still not sure if I got it to say what I wanted to say. Oh well. Hope you like it at least.
Disclaimer: If we were a Platonic society, I totally would own FMA, since we would share everything communally. But..uh...we don't. And I do not.
Name
They lay entwined on the floor of Roy's office, and Roy whispered his name, tenderly, reverentially, and for a few seconds, Ed was terrified. No one had ever spoken to him like that. His name had never sounded the way it did when Roy said it. And it suddenly seemed too much – too much passion, too much need, too much love – and it seemed dangerous, when he realized how quickly the sound of that voice had come to mean everything to him.
He found it frightening that something could seem so vital and also so fragile at the same time.
A/N: reviews please? They make me happy...