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"You know what I have a craving for today?" Edward Elric asked, brazenly barging into his superior's office without knocking. He strode to Mustang's desk and shrugged his red coat off his shoulders so that the fabric crumpled atop the paperwork that Roy had finally started working on. The teen shook his head as a few sheets of paper fluttered to the floor before he walked behind the desk, yanked Roy's chair back, and plopped himself with a smirk into his lover's lap.
Roy merely raised an eyebrow in response.
"Watermelon," the Fullmetal Alchemist continued on, as if the Colonel was acting like he cared. "It's the perfect day for a watermelon." He leaned back against Roy's chest, nonchalant.
The black-haired man sighed, more for appearance's sake than because of actual annoyance. Really, he wondered at Ed's line of thought sometimes. "This is a military facility, Fullmetal, not a fruit stand," he responded dryly.
Ed shrugged and shifted his position so that he was more comfortably situated in Roy's lap. "Couldn't we get a watermelon on the way home? You need to go grocery shopping anyways…"
"Yes, we are running out of milk, aren't we?" Roy asked, calmly ignoring the blonde's imminent frown. He wrapped one arm around the teen's middle, effectively trapping Ed's arms to his sides. "I wonder," he continued speculatively, "if watermelons have special nutrients needed for growth spurts." Waiting now for the explosion, the Colonel tightened his arm around Ed, his other raising so that his gloved fingers waved threateningly in the blonde's line of vision.
It was a good thing Mustang took the precaution to (attempt to) restrain the height-sensitive chibi alchemist. "WHO'RE YOU CALLING A WATERMELON SEED SO TINY IT COULD BE EATEN AND NOT CAUSE YOU TO CHOKE BECAUSE IT'S SO MINIATURE YOU WOULDN'T EVEN REALIZE YOU'D EATEN A WATERMELON SEED!" Ed seethed and thrashed against Roy's arm, daring his lover to snap.
Roy shook his head. This was another of those times when he questioned Edward Elric's sanity. But one good thing could be said: Nothing was ever boring when the Fullmetal Alchemist was involved.
"If you have a watermelon craving that badly, I might have something that can hold you until we go shopping," the Flame Alchemist interrupted Ed's rant. He slowly lowered his raised hand as Ed calmed down. Opening his desk drawer, Roy pulled out a small clear tube with flowery lettering imprinted on it. "Here you go," he remarked. "It's a rather small tube, so be sure you don't fall in when you're applying it."
Cue Ed rant.
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SMALL HE'D DROWN IN A TUBE OF WATERMELON-FLAVORED LIPGLOSS and—you BASTARD! You expect me to smear this girl muck on my lips! …Idiot! Stop sniggering! And DON'T INSULT MY HEIGHT!" Ed mustered up one of his most ferocious glares, reserved only for Mustang.
Roy smirked. "I didn't insult your height, Edward." A pause. "I insulted your lack of height."
"ARGH! DIE, MUSTANG!"
"If I died, who'd give you great— "
Ed hurriedly slapped a gloved hand over the Colonel's mouth, glancing at the closed door to be sure nobody was listening in.
Roy shrugged, thoroughly amused at Ed's self-consciousness. It was Fullmetal who chose to sit on his lap, in his public office, in the first place. If that gesture wasn't an indication of their involvement, Roy didn't know what was.
The tube of watermelon lip-gloss sat innocently on Roy's desk.
"I'm not putting that gunk on my lips," Ed reiterated firmly, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. A small pout adorned his features to finish the image. Only Edward could pout and pull it off as both terrifyingly determined and…cute.
The Colonel picked up the lip-gloss and examined it thoughtfully. "Well…alright then, Fullmetal." He smirked again as he unscrewed the top and began to apply the lip-gloss to his own lips.
Ed shrank back when Roy opened the tube, but soon found himself fascinated as his attention was brought to Roy's lips and fingers. "I don't even wanna know where you got that watermelon-flavored lip-gloss…" he mumbled under his breath.
But with Roy's reputation with women (before Ed), was it really that much of a surprise?
All thought abandoned both alchemists at the first touch of lips on lips. Ed leaned into the touch, his tongue tentatively slipping out to poke at his lover's lips as he sought to taste the unique combination of watermelon mixed with Roy Mustang. He had been craving watermelon for a while…and he always yearned for Roy, whether or not he acknowledged that need.
Roy grinned against Ed's mouth, pushing in a little closer. He really ought to be doing paperwork now, but hands that should be signing signatures were so much better at doing more practical things. Like untangling Ed's braid and brushing fingers through blonde strands of hair. And eyes that should be reading documents were better off closed in bliss, so he could fully enjoy the sensations brought on by kissing one Edward Elric.
All of a sudden, Ed pulled back from the kiss, lips slightly sticky from the gloss. "More watermelon," he demanded raggedly. His hands fisted in Roy's uniform desperately as he stared his superior officer and lover down, almost begging. But this was Edward Elric, and Edward Elric never begged. He insisted.
Roy simply reached for the tube of lip-gloss. He could argue, but he could think of more fun and useful ways to use his tongue in the next few minutes (or hours).
The gloss was barely applied before Ed leaned in once more, pinning Roy's head to the back of his chair. Roy relaxed this once, letting Ed dominate the kiss.
And this time, even when the initial flavor of watermelon disappeared, neither pulled back for a good, long while.