Fullmetal Alchemist || Roy/Ed || Aveo

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Title: Aveo

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Verse: Not sure... may just be a one shot

Characters: Roy/Ed

Author: Little ole me ^_^

Genre: Romance/Angst

Words: 597

Rating: T - Hard T  lol

Summary: A night spent researching turns into something else altogether...

Warnings: None

We were seated in the floor trying to crack the code on some alchemical journals Hughes and his team had found last week. It was the fourth night in a row that week that we had spent knee deep in reference books and elbow deep in questions. You got up on your knees, reached over my shoulder for a book. It slipped through your fingers and when you lost your balance you landed on me. We chuckled but the sound died in both our throats the moment our eyes met and the world stopped spinning.

I’m not sure which one of us made the first move and I don’t care.

The very air seemed to ignite between us and before anything remotely resembling my senses came back to me we were kissing like long lost lovers. The only concern I had was enjoying the way your tongue was dueling with mine as we let whatever had sparked between us carry us away. Every nerve in my body flared to life when I sucked on your bottom lip and you moaned my name. I wrapped my arms around you and your body conformed to mine as we lay molded together like two pieces of a whole in front of my fireplace.

My hands found their way under your shirt and down your back causing your hips to rock forward. White hot desire like nothing else I’ve ever felt in my life coursed through my veins. I didn’t know my own damn name in that moment. Time ceased to have meaning and the only thing I knew for certain was that I wanted you and I wasn’t going to be content until I had you.

I rolled us over and kissed my way down your neck causing your back to arch as your fingers wound in my hair. The sounds you were making was undoing something in my brain, awakening something primal within me that I didn’t know existed. I wanted to draw every wanton sound out of you that you could make. I wanted to taste you. I wanted to feel every inch of your skin. I wanted to make you quiver at my touch.

I wanted to claim you.

I was unbuttoning the shirt you had on and the rush of air across your exposed flesh must have pulled you back to reality. You were calling my name and it took me a while to realize your hands were pushing weakly against my chest. I looked down into your flushed, panting face and it took more willpower than I thought I had at my disposal to stop what I was doing.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows and when I extended a hand to pull you into a seated position I’m surprised the sparks weren’t visible when we touched. You jerked your hand back from mine and were on your feet before I could blink.

“Ed…”

Your body was trembling, your chest was heaving and the moment those golden eyes met mine your face flushed crimson. Turning away and moving toward the door you swallowed hard and said, “I… it’s… it’s late I… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You bolted out of my house like a man chased. Leaving me sitting in the floor, hard as steel and feeling more lost than I have in years. Roy Mustang did not get flustered and confused in these matters, but there I was, staring after you like a moron without a clue.

“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath. “What the hell was that? What just happened between us, Edward?”