Cold Feet, Warm Heart (Roy x Hughes)
This was done for the 30_romances community. So far I have 3 of the 30 stories done.
Go to The Ring to read the first one.
Go to Mind Games to read the second one.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Cold Feet, Warm Heart
Author/Artist: SeaweedOttter
Theme(s): #1 Cold hands ; Cold feet
Pairing/Characters: Roy Mustang x Maes Hughes
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer/claimer: Set a little before the anime. I dont own these characters, of course.
Summary: Maes was his anchor, his rock. And right now, about his only reason for even being.
It was cold outside. The wind was howling, sweeping up all the fallen leaves and turning them into freezing, multi-angled shrapnel. It was the kind of cold that slunk into your bones and chilled you all the way thru. No wonder Maes had suggested they shirk thier state duties and call in sick for the party the night before. It had been a tough descision for Mustang, who needed every opportunity he could get to schmooze and kiss the asses of the higher ups in hopes of making Furher one day. It wasn't easy, but the chance to spend any time with Maes was usually enough to convince him that he really didn't want to get out in that bone chilling cold.
It had been a rough time, after the Ishbal rebellion. So much death, so much blood. There were times he had wished that he had the testicular fortitude to pull the trigger the multiple times he had that gun in his mouth. But if he had, then he wouldn't have spent all those wonderful nights afterwards with Maes. Those nights had been pure bliss, the only thing that had been able to get his mind off those horrors that were never so far away. Maes was his anchor, his rock. And right now, about his only reason for even being.
Last night had been no exception. As usual, Maes came over after work. As usual, they made and ate a nice dinner together. And as usual, they hardly had finished dinner before they had found thier way to the bedroom, flesh exploring flesh, tongue exploring tongue. Two bodies, two minds becoming one, even if just for one brief night.
Last night had been wonderful. And the next morning, Mustang was sleeping soundly. His mind was drifing to the night before and what had been happening in that very bed. He had a smile on his face, thinking about the intertwining bodies, the kissing, the licking, the heat and the love.
Then there was cold. Cold like the wind that had been whipping the night before outside thier window. It startled Mustang awake, the sudden cold. His eyes snapped open, faster than his fingers snap to create fire. 'What was this cold?' His mind raced. It took a few brief moments for his eyes to focus, to shift from night to day. The light in the room was low, the window curtains flitering the little light that was coming in from the early morn.
Another flash of cold, more intense this time. This time his body was able to register where it was coming from. His leg. That damn goofball had wrapped his legs around him, and his cold feet were rubbing all over his bare legs.
"Maes, you idiot!" Roy shouted, now fully away. He attempted to shove the larger man off of him, but being well outweighed he only partally succeeded. Fortunatly for him, Maes at least half heartedly woke up long enough to roll over to his side, freeing Roy from his freezing prison.
Throwing the covers off of him, he headed towards the bathroom, a sour look on his face from being woken up so early. "Oh, I will get you back for this, Hughes. You can count on that." he muttered. But as expected, there was no responce from the now snoring man.
Go to The Ring to read the first one.
Go to Mind Games to read the second one.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Cold Feet, Warm Heart
Author/Artist: SeaweedOttter
Theme(s): #1 Cold hands ; Cold feet
Pairing/Characters: Roy Mustang x Maes Hughes
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer/claimer: Set a little before the anime. I dont own these characters, of course.
Summary: Maes was his anchor, his rock. And right now, about his only reason for even being.
It was cold outside. The wind was howling, sweeping up all the fallen leaves and turning them into freezing, multi-angled shrapnel. It was the kind of cold that slunk into your bones and chilled you all the way thru. No wonder Maes had suggested they shirk thier state duties and call in sick for the party the night before. It had been a tough descision for Mustang, who needed every opportunity he could get to schmooze and kiss the asses of the higher ups in hopes of making Furher one day. It wasn't easy, but the chance to spend any time with Maes was usually enough to convince him that he really didn't want to get out in that bone chilling cold.
It had been a rough time, after the Ishbal rebellion. So much death, so much blood. There were times he had wished that he had the testicular fortitude to pull the trigger the multiple times he had that gun in his mouth. But if he had, then he wouldn't have spent all those wonderful nights afterwards with Maes. Those nights had been pure bliss, the only thing that had been able to get his mind off those horrors that were never so far away. Maes was his anchor, his rock. And right now, about his only reason for even being.
Last night had been no exception. As usual, Maes came over after work. As usual, they made and ate a nice dinner together. And as usual, they hardly had finished dinner before they had found thier way to the bedroom, flesh exploring flesh, tongue exploring tongue. Two bodies, two minds becoming one, even if just for one brief night.
Last night had been wonderful. And the next morning, Mustang was sleeping soundly. His mind was drifing to the night before and what had been happening in that very bed. He had a smile on his face, thinking about the intertwining bodies, the kissing, the licking, the heat and the love.
Then there was cold. Cold like the wind that had been whipping the night before outside thier window. It startled Mustang awake, the sudden cold. His eyes snapped open, faster than his fingers snap to create fire. 'What was this cold?' His mind raced. It took a few brief moments for his eyes to focus, to shift from night to day. The light in the room was low, the window curtains flitering the little light that was coming in from the early morn.
Another flash of cold, more intense this time. This time his body was able to register where it was coming from. His leg. That damn goofball had wrapped his legs around him, and his cold feet were rubbing all over his bare legs.
"Maes, you idiot!" Roy shouted, now fully away. He attempted to shove the larger man off of him, but being well outweighed he only partally succeeded. Fortunatly for him, Maes at least half heartedly woke up long enough to roll over to his side, freeing Roy from his freezing prison.
Throwing the covers off of him, he headed towards the bathroom, a sour look on his face from being woken up so early. "Oh, I will get you back for this, Hughes. You can count on that." he muttered. But as expected, there was no responce from the now snoring man.