fluffy snuggly fic
Title: Waste All My Time
Rating: PG
Genre: I fluff you between the eyes.
Pairing: Hei/Ed
Warnings/Notes: How Edward first discovered Alfons's capacities as a comfy chair. Fluffy, fluffy, short and snuggly. Thank you UO for bein' the bestest beta ever. ♥ I finished this forever ago but finally fixed it up the last few days.
Word Count: 751
"Shouldn’t it be that easy
To just be happy for awhile
Get lost in a moment
Wasting time trading smiles
Shouldn’t it be that easy
To just be happy for awhile
Come on won’t you waste my time
Baby waste my time
Won’t you waste all my time"
- "Smoke," Tristan Prettyman
Life has developed its own new rhythms since they've gone from being roommates to together, but as much as some things have changed, others have stayed irritatingly the same. Edward is still a creature of mercurial temperament and frustrating habits, often incomprehensible from one moment to the other.
Lord knows Alfons tries to get along with the man, despite the way Edward’s fitful wandering through the apartment is about to send him up the wall and crawling down Edward’s throat.
Not that Alfons will voice any of his complaints, because no matter how justified he is in snapping, Edward will be hurt by it- and for all Edward’s madness, Alfons suspects he’s silly in love with the beast, and then who’s the mad one? Clearly he is, falling for someone as annoying, upsetting, incorrigible…
And then the next moment, sweet, soft, worrying, caring- it’s so very hard to stay angry at someone whose shoulders slump like Atlas’s own must have when he carried the world, whose golden eyes tend to go dull when they look at anything for too long, whose hands are gentle and comforting when Alfons is caught by a coughing fit.
Still. Endearing as Edward can sometimes be, right now he’s being a pain. A dangerous plan starts to form in Alfons’s mind as he watches Edward coming back for another sweep of the room. It’s risky, and as likely to cause a thunderstorm as anything else, but damn the risks: desperate times require desperate measures and all that nonsense.
Edward passes him, restless feet carrying him like a caged animal, but Alfons uses that to his advantage; Edward has proven himself stronger, but he’s off-balance and unsuspecting when Alfons grabs his arm. A rough tug (possibly rougher than needed, but he is annoyed), followed by a confused yelp from Edward, and the next moment, Edward’s tripping back and falling into Alfons’s lap with all the dignity of a cat someone has just dumped a bucket of water on. He looks about as infuriated as one as well, but Alfons remains unfazed. He’s beyond being frightened of Edward’s anger.
Before Edward can open his mouth and start hissing his displeasure, Alfons adheres his lips to Edward’s firmly. It has the doubly helpful effect of melting Edward’s protesting squirming and shutting him up for a minute- besides, it’s nice to kiss him. It’s only recently Alfons has discovered with a little effort, he can kiss much of the fight out of Edward, but he’s already taken to abusing the ability.
“Relax,” Alfons murmurs against Edward’s mouth. “It’s not like I’m going to hurt you.”
Edward appears ready to storm at him anyway, too moody to settle from kisses he’s being forced into, when Alfons pulls him closer, one arm snaking around his waist, the other rising to entwine in his ponytail, pulling Edward into his lap more firmly. Edward’s mouth shuts, his face confused, unfamiliar with this territory. It’s snuggling, practically, no, it is; something that’s been only briefly allowed to Alfons when Edward’s in a sleepy, pleasantly hazy post-coital state. Any other time, he fervently resists this sort of closeness.
But Alfons persists; he won’t let Edward go without making an effort. He loosens Edward’s hair, running a hand tentatively through it- resists a smug smile when the motion draws a shiver from Edward. Alfons is gentle, soothing, everything he can be that won’t send the skittish man in his lap running back to his frustration.
For what it’s worth, it seems to be working. Edward's whole posture slowly dissolves in surrender, face mirroring the relaxation of his body. Despite his earlier physical protests, he hasn’t voiced a complaint yet- in fact, he looks (and feels) calm, even content.
Almost happy?
Near enough.
Alfons holds Edward close, the stressful thunderclouds in the apartment scattering on a softer wind, forgotten for the moment. Alfons knows they’ll be back, but for now, this is all the two of them need.
When Edward gets off of Alfons’s rather numb legs (but they’re happy numb legs) later, Alfons is almost afraid to speak and disturb the peace they’ve temporarily built. Edward seems to share the same mindset, slipping to his room with only a faint smile over his shoulder at Alfons.
That smile. It’s enough to leave Alfons sitting with a little grin on his face for another good hour.
He wastes so much time over that man.
Rating: PG
Genre: I fluff you between the eyes.
Pairing: Hei/Ed
Warnings/Notes: How Edward first discovered Alfons's capacities as a comfy chair. Fluffy, fluffy, short and snuggly. Thank you UO for bein' the bestest beta ever. ♥ I finished this forever ago but finally fixed it up the last few days.
Word Count: 751
"Shouldn’t it be that easy
To just be happy for awhile
Get lost in a moment
Wasting time trading smiles
Shouldn’t it be that easy
To just be happy for awhile
Come on won’t you waste my time
Baby waste my time
Won’t you waste all my time"
- "Smoke," Tristan Prettyman
Life has developed its own new rhythms since they've gone from being roommates to together, but as much as some things have changed, others have stayed irritatingly the same. Edward is still a creature of mercurial temperament and frustrating habits, often incomprehensible from one moment to the other.
Lord knows Alfons tries to get along with the man, despite the way Edward’s fitful wandering through the apartment is about to send him up the wall and crawling down Edward’s throat.
Not that Alfons will voice any of his complaints, because no matter how justified he is in snapping, Edward will be hurt by it- and for all Edward’s madness, Alfons suspects he’s silly in love with the beast, and then who’s the mad one? Clearly he is, falling for someone as annoying, upsetting, incorrigible…
And then the next moment, sweet, soft, worrying, caring- it’s so very hard to stay angry at someone whose shoulders slump like Atlas’s own must have when he carried the world, whose golden eyes tend to go dull when they look at anything for too long, whose hands are gentle and comforting when Alfons is caught by a coughing fit.
Still. Endearing as Edward can sometimes be, right now he’s being a pain. A dangerous plan starts to form in Alfons’s mind as he watches Edward coming back for another sweep of the room. It’s risky, and as likely to cause a thunderstorm as anything else, but damn the risks: desperate times require desperate measures and all that nonsense.
Edward passes him, restless feet carrying him like a caged animal, but Alfons uses that to his advantage; Edward has proven himself stronger, but he’s off-balance and unsuspecting when Alfons grabs his arm. A rough tug (possibly rougher than needed, but he is annoyed), followed by a confused yelp from Edward, and the next moment, Edward’s tripping back and falling into Alfons’s lap with all the dignity of a cat someone has just dumped a bucket of water on. He looks about as infuriated as one as well, but Alfons remains unfazed. He’s beyond being frightened of Edward’s anger.
Before Edward can open his mouth and start hissing his displeasure, Alfons adheres his lips to Edward’s firmly. It has the doubly helpful effect of melting Edward’s protesting squirming and shutting him up for a minute- besides, it’s nice to kiss him. It’s only recently Alfons has discovered with a little effort, he can kiss much of the fight out of Edward, but he’s already taken to abusing the ability.
“Relax,” Alfons murmurs against Edward’s mouth. “It’s not like I’m going to hurt you.”
Edward appears ready to storm at him anyway, too moody to settle from kisses he’s being forced into, when Alfons pulls him closer, one arm snaking around his waist, the other rising to entwine in his ponytail, pulling Edward into his lap more firmly. Edward’s mouth shuts, his face confused, unfamiliar with this territory. It’s snuggling, practically, no, it is; something that’s been only briefly allowed to Alfons when Edward’s in a sleepy, pleasantly hazy post-coital state. Any other time, he fervently resists this sort of closeness.
But Alfons persists; he won’t let Edward go without making an effort. He loosens Edward’s hair, running a hand tentatively through it- resists a smug smile when the motion draws a shiver from Edward. Alfons is gentle, soothing, everything he can be that won’t send the skittish man in his lap running back to his frustration.
For what it’s worth, it seems to be working. Edward's whole posture slowly dissolves in surrender, face mirroring the relaxation of his body. Despite his earlier physical protests, he hasn’t voiced a complaint yet- in fact, he looks (and feels) calm, even content.
Almost happy?
Near enough.
Alfons holds Edward close, the stressful thunderclouds in the apartment scattering on a softer wind, forgotten for the moment. Alfons knows they’ll be back, but for now, this is all the two of them need.
When Edward gets off of Alfons’s rather numb legs (but they’re happy numb legs) later, Alfons is almost afraid to speak and disturb the peace they’ve temporarily built. Edward seems to share the same mindset, slipping to his room with only a faint smile over his shoulder at Alfons.
That smile. It’s enough to leave Alfons sitting with a little grin on his face for another good hour.
He wastes so much time over that man.