I need to stop now... jeebus
Both of these were written verah fast so do be forgiving.
Title: Musings Over ice Cream
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Word count: 973
Rating: PG? (it really isn't naughty it just... could be)
Summary:
It had been Gracia’s idea. Roy still wasn’t sure why he’d agreed but the enthusiasm with which the Elric brothers had greeted the idea was contagious. Thusly, most of his team was tromping into the local ice cream parlor after the woman and the pigtailed girl beside her. Gracia had taken it upon herself to start mothering the boys, even though they were both too old for it now.
Still it was a welcome respite from the dreary paperwork and it really was a beautiful day. The doors to the store stood open and welcoming, small tables situated both inside and out. Most of them took seats inside, happily escaping the heat of the bright afternoon sunshine, hiding in the cool fanned shadows of the store. Roy sat at one of the small wrought iron tables just outside the door, the faintest trace of a smile on his face. There was something comfortingly nostalgic about it. Sitting there, watching the world rush by and listening to the cheerful laughter from inside.
It had not been long ago that he’d doubted a day such as this could ever happen again. The only thing missing was Maes sitting across the table from him, prodding him out of his reminiscing with a few well placed words, one eye cast back on his family inside.
“Oi! People will think you’re sulking if you keep that up.” Roy blinked in surprise, lifting his gaze from his intense contemplation of a spoonful of butter pecan ice cream that was nearly completely melted now. Edward stepped out of the doorway, closing the distance between the door and Roy’s table with a grin on his face. The younger man sat sideways on the chair, leaning back against the wall and resting his right forearm on the back of the chair.
“And people will wonder if you’ve lost your mind if they see you willingly in my presence.” Ed snorted and shook his head but did not rise to the challenge. Roy smirked, finally taking that melted bite of ice cream and musing to himself just how much the years had changed Ed. He raised an eyebrow receiving a grin in return, both of them too content with the day and their ice cream to ruin it with more than light-hearted bickering.
Ed returned his attention to his ice cream, leaving Roy to his musings. The blonde attacked his ice cream with all of the fervor of an excited five-year-old despite his being almost twenty now. Some things would never change. Roy did his best to ignore the other man, focusing his attention on his own ice cream but the somewhat melancholy nature of his own thoughts made him wary of drifting off again.
It was a sad day when he welcomed the distraction and chaos Edward brought into his life. It wasn’t as though he could completely ignore the blonde anyway, with the positively obscene noises he was making. Roy glanced up, glaring at the blonde for interrupting the peace of the moment with his uncivilized eating habits. The sight he was greeted with however once again firmly reminded him why he had taken to sending Edward away on missions. It was selfish but the teen had become a devastatingly handsome young man and it was a distraction Roy refused to indulge. Since his own self control seemed lax in the area the easiest thing to do was to get rid of the man as frequently as possible.
The blonde, of course, was oblivious. Both to the admiring looks from the people he encountered, like the flirtatious red head working the counter at the ice cream shop, and to the dark eyes now appraising him. For a brief moment Roy let himself indulge his guilty pleasure, watching Edward attack his ice cream with same enthusiasm he showed towards life.
Full lips, reddened from cold and smeared with the chocolate fudge swirling through the vanilla base, closed over the top of the three scoop monstrosity, sucking a thick clump into his mouth. The heat of his lips melted ridges into the soft ice cream, leaving rivulets dripping down the length of the cone. Edward dipped his head and raised his hand catching the drops as just as they slid from cone to skin. Once the offending bits had been captured he swirled his tongue around the base, lapping up the excess threatening the edges of the cone. The blonde flattened his tongue against the side of the tower, twirling it easily and gradually moving up the length.
Then he started the process all over again. Roy watched that nimble tongue work over the ice cream for another pass, guilt gnawing at him but he could not bring himself to look away. Edward paused in his methodical destruction f his ice cream, stabbing at the side of the cone with his tongue, digging into the soft vanilla and unconsciously making small noises in his throat as he fought a large chunk of fudge free. Finally he grasped the edge delicately between his teeth, tugging the thick lump of chocolate free and tipping his head back quickly to coax it into his mouth without breaking.
Vanilla ice cream smeared over his chin and one cheek, lips stained heavily with chocolate, the blonde flashed him a triumphant grin. Gold eyes flicked down to the table then he scowled at Roy.
“You don’t have any napkins?” He glowered at the table then back up at Roy, finally standing and stalking back into the store to wipe his face off. Roy watched him go, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He didn’t know if he should be thanking or cursing the blonde for his ignorance.
Roy looked down at his ice cream and scowled. It was now little more than soup in his bowl.
Title: Iambic Pentameter
Pairing: Havoc/Sheska
Word count: 636 (not even 'cause there's quotes)
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
Iambic pentameter was the most deplorable thing ever invented, she thought dejectedly. Even so she clenched her eyes closed, envisioning the page in her mind and continuing the recitation.
“What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence:
I have forsworn his bed and company.”
Oh if only that were true. It was a sweet kind of torture he inflicted upon her, hands and lips dragging pleasure from her body but only on the condition that she keep speaking. The gentle rhythm of the words flowing from her lips with some difficulty.
“Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord?”
Her voice low, exaggeratedly so, for Oberon’s part. She could barely control her inflection with those mischievous blue eyes boring down on her, his hands a heat upon her flesh. She bit her lip to stifle a moan when he parted her moist folds with one hand. Those fingers stilled in the faintest of touches as he waited for her to continue.
“Then I must be thy lady:” her voice was soft and breathy, barely audible. “but I know
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest Steppe of India?”
The final word became a moan his fingers pressed against her clit, flicking lightly over the sensitive bud. She gasped, arching off the bed and he withdrew once again, waiting until her mind and voice returned before continuing the torture.
“But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded, and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.”
One slightly callused finger pressed into her depths, forcing a moan out of her instead of the next line. Her lips wordlessly formed his name, refusing to put voice to it. Any words not of the script would be cause for him to stop their fun and make her begin again from the beginning. It had taken the entirety of the first act to get her clothes off and now just that little bit of him inside her. She tensed herself around his finger, desperately wishing for something more satisfying to fill her but she could not even ask for it.
“How canst thou thus for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigenia, whom he ravished?
And make him with fair Aegle break his faith,
With Ariadne and Antiopa?”
The rhythm of her words grew choppy as he gently thrust his finger into her. Gasps and moans punctuating the poetry.
“These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.”
Every other word was bit out over a moan and she writhed beneath the onslaught of his hands, every line, every word drawing her closer to completion.
“Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land”
She grit her teeth, body arching into his hands as an orgasm rippled through her, pausing her speech. He withdrew from her depths, bringing two fingers to press back against her, waiting for her to deliver the next line.
”Have every pelting river made so proud”
He slid into her, pressing deeply and she threw her head back, sweat-dampened curls clinging to her face. In that moment he decided that iambic pentameter was the most beautiful thing ever invented.
Title: Musings Over ice Cream
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Word count: 973
Rating: PG? (it really isn't naughty it just... could be)
Summary:
It had been Gracia’s idea. Roy still wasn’t sure why he’d agreed but the enthusiasm with which the Elric brothers had greeted the idea was contagious. Thusly, most of his team was tromping into the local ice cream parlor after the woman and the pigtailed girl beside her. Gracia had taken it upon herself to start mothering the boys, even though they were both too old for it now.
Still it was a welcome respite from the dreary paperwork and it really was a beautiful day. The doors to the store stood open and welcoming, small tables situated both inside and out. Most of them took seats inside, happily escaping the heat of the bright afternoon sunshine, hiding in the cool fanned shadows of the store. Roy sat at one of the small wrought iron tables just outside the door, the faintest trace of a smile on his face. There was something comfortingly nostalgic about it. Sitting there, watching the world rush by and listening to the cheerful laughter from inside.
It had not been long ago that he’d doubted a day such as this could ever happen again. The only thing missing was Maes sitting across the table from him, prodding him out of his reminiscing with a few well placed words, one eye cast back on his family inside.
“Oi! People will think you’re sulking if you keep that up.” Roy blinked in surprise, lifting his gaze from his intense contemplation of a spoonful of butter pecan ice cream that was nearly completely melted now. Edward stepped out of the doorway, closing the distance between the door and Roy’s table with a grin on his face. The younger man sat sideways on the chair, leaning back against the wall and resting his right forearm on the back of the chair.
“And people will wonder if you’ve lost your mind if they see you willingly in my presence.” Ed snorted and shook his head but did not rise to the challenge. Roy smirked, finally taking that melted bite of ice cream and musing to himself just how much the years had changed Ed. He raised an eyebrow receiving a grin in return, both of them too content with the day and their ice cream to ruin it with more than light-hearted bickering.
Ed returned his attention to his ice cream, leaving Roy to his musings. The blonde attacked his ice cream with all of the fervor of an excited five-year-old despite his being almost twenty now. Some things would never change. Roy did his best to ignore the other man, focusing his attention on his own ice cream but the somewhat melancholy nature of his own thoughts made him wary of drifting off again.
It was a sad day when he welcomed the distraction and chaos Edward brought into his life. It wasn’t as though he could completely ignore the blonde anyway, with the positively obscene noises he was making. Roy glanced up, glaring at the blonde for interrupting the peace of the moment with his uncivilized eating habits. The sight he was greeted with however once again firmly reminded him why he had taken to sending Edward away on missions. It was selfish but the teen had become a devastatingly handsome young man and it was a distraction Roy refused to indulge. Since his own self control seemed lax in the area the easiest thing to do was to get rid of the man as frequently as possible.
The blonde, of course, was oblivious. Both to the admiring looks from the people he encountered, like the flirtatious red head working the counter at the ice cream shop, and to the dark eyes now appraising him. For a brief moment Roy let himself indulge his guilty pleasure, watching Edward attack his ice cream with same enthusiasm he showed towards life.
Full lips, reddened from cold and smeared with the chocolate fudge swirling through the vanilla base, closed over the top of the three scoop monstrosity, sucking a thick clump into his mouth. The heat of his lips melted ridges into the soft ice cream, leaving rivulets dripping down the length of the cone. Edward dipped his head and raised his hand catching the drops as just as they slid from cone to skin. Once the offending bits had been captured he swirled his tongue around the base, lapping up the excess threatening the edges of the cone. The blonde flattened his tongue against the side of the tower, twirling it easily and gradually moving up the length.
Then he started the process all over again. Roy watched that nimble tongue work over the ice cream for another pass, guilt gnawing at him but he could not bring himself to look away. Edward paused in his methodical destruction f his ice cream, stabbing at the side of the cone with his tongue, digging into the soft vanilla and unconsciously making small noises in his throat as he fought a large chunk of fudge free. Finally he grasped the edge delicately between his teeth, tugging the thick lump of chocolate free and tipping his head back quickly to coax it into his mouth without breaking.
Vanilla ice cream smeared over his chin and one cheek, lips stained heavily with chocolate, the blonde flashed him a triumphant grin. Gold eyes flicked down to the table then he scowled at Roy.
“You don’t have any napkins?” He glowered at the table then back up at Roy, finally standing and stalking back into the store to wipe his face off. Roy watched him go, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He didn’t know if he should be thanking or cursing the blonde for his ignorance.
Roy looked down at his ice cream and scowled. It was now little more than soup in his bowl.
Title: Iambic Pentameter
Pairing: Havoc/Sheska
Word count: 636 (not even 'cause there's quotes)
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
Iambic pentameter was the most deplorable thing ever invented, she thought dejectedly. Even so she clenched her eyes closed, envisioning the page in her mind and continuing the recitation.
“What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence:
I have forsworn his bed and company.”
Oh if only that were true. It was a sweet kind of torture he inflicted upon her, hands and lips dragging pleasure from her body but only on the condition that she keep speaking. The gentle rhythm of the words flowing from her lips with some difficulty.
“Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord?”
Her voice low, exaggeratedly so, for Oberon’s part. She could barely control her inflection with those mischievous blue eyes boring down on her, his hands a heat upon her flesh. She bit her lip to stifle a moan when he parted her moist folds with one hand. Those fingers stilled in the faintest of touches as he waited for her to continue.
“Then I must be thy lady:” her voice was soft and breathy, barely audible. “but I know
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest Steppe of India?”
The final word became a moan his fingers pressed against her clit, flicking lightly over the sensitive bud. She gasped, arching off the bed and he withdrew once again, waiting until her mind and voice returned before continuing the torture.
“But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded, and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.”
One slightly callused finger pressed into her depths, forcing a moan out of her instead of the next line. Her lips wordlessly formed his name, refusing to put voice to it. Any words not of the script would be cause for him to stop their fun and make her begin again from the beginning. It had taken the entirety of the first act to get her clothes off and now just that little bit of him inside her. She tensed herself around his finger, desperately wishing for something more satisfying to fill her but she could not even ask for it.
“How canst thou thus for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigenia, whom he ravished?
And make him with fair Aegle break his faith,
With Ariadne and Antiopa?”
The rhythm of her words grew choppy as he gently thrust his finger into her. Gasps and moans punctuating the poetry.
“These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.”
Every other word was bit out over a moan and she writhed beneath the onslaught of his hands, every line, every word drawing her closer to completion.
“Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land”
She grit her teeth, body arching into his hands as an orgasm rippled through her, pausing her speech. He withdrew from her depths, bringing two fingers to press back against her, waiting for her to deliver the next line.
”Have every pelting river made so proud”
He slid into her, pressing deeply and she threw her head back, sweat-dampened curls clinging to her face. In that moment he decided that iambic pentameter was the most beautiful thing ever invented.