A/N: Hehe, I know you guys are waiting patiently for the "M" portions of these drabbles. In due time...dear readers...in due time.
Enjoy the next prompt - Gluttony!
GLUTTONY
A sharp, clinical smell invaded the rooms and hallways of the recovery ward, where Roy Mustang leaned uncomfortably against the stiff mattress of his hospital bed.
Under normal circumstances, the unexpected hospital stay would have left the Colonel in an impossibly dour mood.
Today, however, Mustang was positively beaming with an almost gleeful happiness, as he delightedly chewed the sweet, crisp flavor of the apple slice that Hawkeye had just fed him, as she sat watchfully at his bedside.
He opened his mouth, beckoning for more.
The Lieutenant arched an eyebrow with mild surprise.
"Colonel, you've already had three."
Roy ostensibly kept his mouth open and waited, leaving no room for argument.
Riza shook her head and smiled. Wordlessly, she plucked another apple from the basket at her side, and patiently cut another slice.
Mustang would never admit that he was beyond full, but the warmth of her attention made him idly wish that he could do this forever.
Hawkeye leaned forward, her fingers held the edge of the slice, pushing it against his lips. He took a bite that claimed half of the proffered fruit.
In a bold move, befitting Roy Mustang, he took hold of her hand, allowing his lips to overtake both the remaining apple and the tips of her fingers, his tongue deliberately swept against them.
The Lieutenant jerked her hand back abruptly, flushed, and looking scandalized.
The Colonel would have laughed, but under Hawkeye's sharp, dubious glare, it was enough for him to settle for a cheeky grin instead.
He chewed, swallowed, and opened his mouth again, patiently waiting for another slice.