Fic:Dancing, Roy/Ed
Title: Dancing
Author: sparkyqueen
Word Count: 1,352
Rating: PG13+
Characters: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric, Breda, Fuery, Havoc, Hawkeye, Falman
Prompt: 12 Slow dancing RoyEd
Summary: Fuery had brought the little radio in that morning, claiming there were a few loose wires or something had burnt out and it was easier to bring the radio to his gear then his gear to the radio. By mid morning he had pulled it apart, spread resistors, wires and other electronics across his desk, and put it back together again.
Warnings: nothing too bad, slightly suggestive themes, kiddy name calling
Notes:Sorry this is late, I was dead to the world yesterday and alot of today. plus my computer decided to update... but you don't want excusses so I'll shut up now. Also attempt number 3 to upload...
sorry about lack of cutting, i can't seem to make the bloody thing work
Notes2:This takes place in a semi AU that I am slowly putting together, set after Brotherhood, Ed has his alchemy and automail and is still part of the millitary.
Fuery had brought the little radio in that morning, claiming there were a few loose wires or something had burnt out and it was easier to bring the radio to his gear then his gear to the radio. By mid morning he had pulled it apart, spread resistors, wires and other electronics across his desk, and put it back together again.
What really amazed Roy was that he had managed this all while still doing his job with the same efficiency and accuracy he managed every other day.
Shortly after putting being put back together the radio soft music started drifting through the room. Upbeat jazz gave the office a beat and rhythm. Breda, Havoc and even Roy himself, found themselves working to the time of bubbling trumpets, clinking cymbals and buzzing saxophones.
To Hawkeyes amazement, the day’s paperwork was done by early afternoon. Now the unit were sitting back and chatting, filling out papers as they came through the office and catching up on each other’s social lives. All the while music floated around the room.
The tranquillity lasted until a particularly lively tune started up.
Havoc got up from behind his desk and made his way to Hawkeye.
As he reached her side, he held out a hand and in the most formal tone he could muster said, “Miss Hawkeye, would you do me the honour of this dance?” barely holding a straight face as he did so.
Hawkeye straightened, put on her most haughty expression, placed her hand in his and said, “It would be a pleasure, I’m sure, Mr. Havoc.”
Roy chuckled and watched the pair as they danced around the room, laughter bubbled happily about them. He almost fell out of his chair when Breda and Falman joined Havoc and Hawkeye on the impromptu dance floor.
Roy was so distracted by his friends’ antics that he almost missed the familiar sound of his lover’s uneven gait making his way to the office door. When he did, he sat back and smirked as he waited the few moments it took for Edward to reach the door and kick it in.
“Hello Fullmetal, I wasn’t expecting you back in Central until tomorrow morning.”
“I caught an earlier train. It turns out those tremors in Metso were just some archaeologists digging in the area, I fixed their stabiliser arrays and they all lived happily ever after.” Edward replied and chucked the battered manila folder he had been carrying under his arm on Roy’s desk. “My report, Oh Great One.” He added with a small flourish of arms and cheeky grin.
“Thank you Fullmetal, I’m sure it will make for a riveting read. I trust you are well, as I see no obvious gushing wounds, nor are you leaving a trail of bolts and washers, nothing went wrong? No violence? That’s not like you? You are well, are you not?” Roy said as he made a visual assessment of the man’s physical well being.
“I’m fine Bastard. ‘Sides which I stopped by Rush Valley on my way back.” Which was code for; ‘I busted my automail again and Winry kicked my ass, again. But all’s good.’
Roy smirked, relieved there had been no major damage done, but mentally planed to go over Edward later. In detail. Naked.
Ed smiled softly in response. They were quiet a moment, just taking in each other’s presence for a little bit, the Ed’s face shifted. Still looking at Roy, Ed leaned forward over the desk and asked, with absolutely no emotion colouring his voice, “Was that Breda and Falman dirty dancing?”
“Yes.” Roy grinned.
“Good.” Roy lifted an eyebrow, “I’m not hallucinating.”
“No.”
“Good. And that is Havoc and Hawkeye twirling around?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Hey Boss, care to dance?” Havoc asked, twirling Hawkeye back to her desk with a smile. Then without giving him a chance to refuse, came and scooped Edward up and started twirling him instead.
“No. No. No, put me down! I don’t want to dance! Let go!”
Roy kept silent for all of two seconds before he did fall out of his chair laughing.
“Lt. Havoc. Put me down. Now.” Ed ordered, trying to pull rank, and struggled as best he could with his arms trapped at his sides and his feet off the ground. “Oi! HELP ME YOU BASSTARD GENRAL!! GET OFF YOUR ASS AND CALL YOUR FLUNKY OFF!!” this of course did nothing but encourage the laughter from said bastard as well as giggles from the others in the room.
After a little bit Roy managed to control his laughter and got up off the floor. He came up behind the struggling pair and tapped Havoc on the shoulder, “Alright. Alright, Lieutenant,” He paused and smirked at Ed, “May I cut in?”
“Sure Chief. But watch out this one bites.” Havoc grinned. Ed glared daggers, then gnashed his teeth at Roy.
“I don’t wanna dance.” Ed pouted, coming dangerously close to a whine.
“Sure you do.” Roy beamed, taking Ed’s hands in his as Havoc let the man go.
“I really don’t, I don’t even know how to.” Ed grumbled, but let Roy take his hands and looked down at their feet.
“I’ll have to show you then,”
It only took a minute or two, to get Ed doing a simple box step in time to the music. Though he had his eyes fixed to his feet and still managed to step on Roy’s toes. Roy sniggered to himself, “You know, for someone so graceful on the battlefield, I would never have guessed how utterly ungainly you are when dancing.”
“Shut up. I’m trying.”
“Don’t.”
“Huh? What do you mean, ‘don’t’?” Ed asked, glancing up at Roy. Liquid gold flashed in curiosity, before darting back to his feet.
“Look at me.”
“But then I might step on your feet.”
“You do anyway. Look at me.” When Ed did look up at him, Roy smiled softly, released Ed’s hands and placed one of his hands on Ed’s shoulder blade, the other on his hip and pulled him almost flush against his body. “Feel the movement.”
Ed froze, hands held out, hovering well above Roy’s shoulders and a blush made its way across his cheeks.
Roy didn’t let this discourage him. He just continued on dancing, dragging the younger man with him. Eventually Ed thawed, placed his hands on Roy’s shoulders and was led around the room instead of being dragged.
Roy chuckled softly and smiled, “There you are, see you can dance.”
“Hmmf, Bastard.”
As they danced, the music shifted and the bubbling rhythms calmed. The crooning of a voice soaked in gin and smoke, drifted over them.
Edward leaned his head against Roy’s shoulder and just let the bastard move him in time to the music. Their feet slowed from the wide, one two of the box step, to barely more than a shuffle, all the movement was done in a slow sway of their shoulders.
Roy lowered his face to rest his cheek to Ed’s hair and breathed in the scent of sweat, earth and the sharp tang of machine oil. How he missed that smell, the body pressed against his and the volatile nature that went with them, over the past fortnight.
“Missed you.” He whispered into Ed’s hair.
“’ssed you too, Roy.” Was mumbled into his shoulder.
They stayed like that for a time, not even noticing when they stopped swaying to the music and just enjoyed the other’s presence. Soaked up the warmth of having their lover in their arms and the steady beat of hearts reunited.
Roy smiled and felt as lips curled up against his neck, “’ove you, bastard.”
“Love you, too.”
“Awww. Aren’t they adorable?”
Their bubble cracked, Fullmetal and Flame Alchemists separated and turned as one towards Havoc. Fullmetal brought his hands together and Flame raised a gloved hand, fingers ready to snap.
“Run, man, Run!” Breda shouted and burst into laughter as Havoc shot out of the office and down the hall with two of the most powerful Alchemists Amestris has known, hot on his heels.
Author: sparkyqueen
Word Count: 1,352
Rating: PG13+
Characters: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric, Breda, Fuery, Havoc, Hawkeye, Falman
Prompt: 12 Slow dancing RoyEd
Summary: Fuery had brought the little radio in that morning, claiming there were a few loose wires or something had burnt out and it was easier to bring the radio to his gear then his gear to the radio. By mid morning he had pulled it apart, spread resistors, wires and other electronics across his desk, and put it back together again.
Warnings: nothing too bad, slightly suggestive themes, kiddy name calling
Notes:Sorry this is late, I was dead to the world yesterday and alot of today. plus my computer decided to update... but you don't want excusses so I'll shut up now. Also attempt number 3 to upload...
sorry about lack of cutting, i can't seem to make the bloody thing work
Notes2:This takes place in a semi AU that I am slowly putting together, set after Brotherhood, Ed has his alchemy and automail and is still part of the millitary.
Fuery had brought the little radio in that morning, claiming there were a few loose wires or something had burnt out and it was easier to bring the radio to his gear then his gear to the radio. By mid morning he had pulled it apart, spread resistors, wires and other electronics across his desk, and put it back together again.
What really amazed Roy was that he had managed this all while still doing his job with the same efficiency and accuracy he managed every other day.
Shortly after putting being put back together the radio soft music started drifting through the room. Upbeat jazz gave the office a beat and rhythm. Breda, Havoc and even Roy himself, found themselves working to the time of bubbling trumpets, clinking cymbals and buzzing saxophones.
To Hawkeyes amazement, the day’s paperwork was done by early afternoon. Now the unit were sitting back and chatting, filling out papers as they came through the office and catching up on each other’s social lives. All the while music floated around the room.
The tranquillity lasted until a particularly lively tune started up.
Havoc got up from behind his desk and made his way to Hawkeye.
As he reached her side, he held out a hand and in the most formal tone he could muster said, “Miss Hawkeye, would you do me the honour of this dance?” barely holding a straight face as he did so.
Hawkeye straightened, put on her most haughty expression, placed her hand in his and said, “It would be a pleasure, I’m sure, Mr. Havoc.”
Roy chuckled and watched the pair as they danced around the room, laughter bubbled happily about them. He almost fell out of his chair when Breda and Falman joined Havoc and Hawkeye on the impromptu dance floor.
Roy was so distracted by his friends’ antics that he almost missed the familiar sound of his lover’s uneven gait making his way to the office door. When he did, he sat back and smirked as he waited the few moments it took for Edward to reach the door and kick it in.
“Hello Fullmetal, I wasn’t expecting you back in Central until tomorrow morning.”
“I caught an earlier train. It turns out those tremors in Metso were just some archaeologists digging in the area, I fixed their stabiliser arrays and they all lived happily ever after.” Edward replied and chucked the battered manila folder he had been carrying under his arm on Roy’s desk. “My report, Oh Great One.” He added with a small flourish of arms and cheeky grin.
“Thank you Fullmetal, I’m sure it will make for a riveting read. I trust you are well, as I see no obvious gushing wounds, nor are you leaving a trail of bolts and washers, nothing went wrong? No violence? That’s not like you? You are well, are you not?” Roy said as he made a visual assessment of the man’s physical well being.
“I’m fine Bastard. ‘Sides which I stopped by Rush Valley on my way back.” Which was code for; ‘I busted my automail again and Winry kicked my ass, again. But all’s good.’
Roy smirked, relieved there had been no major damage done, but mentally planed to go over Edward later. In detail. Naked.
Ed smiled softly in response. They were quiet a moment, just taking in each other’s presence for a little bit, the Ed’s face shifted. Still looking at Roy, Ed leaned forward over the desk and asked, with absolutely no emotion colouring his voice, “Was that Breda and Falman dirty dancing?”
“Yes.” Roy grinned.
“Good.” Roy lifted an eyebrow, “I’m not hallucinating.”
“No.”
“Good. And that is Havoc and Hawkeye twirling around?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Hey Boss, care to dance?” Havoc asked, twirling Hawkeye back to her desk with a smile. Then without giving him a chance to refuse, came and scooped Edward up and started twirling him instead.
“No. No. No, put me down! I don’t want to dance! Let go!”
Roy kept silent for all of two seconds before he did fall out of his chair laughing.
“Lt. Havoc. Put me down. Now.” Ed ordered, trying to pull rank, and struggled as best he could with his arms trapped at his sides and his feet off the ground. “Oi! HELP ME YOU BASSTARD GENRAL!! GET OFF YOUR ASS AND CALL YOUR FLUNKY OFF!!” this of course did nothing but encourage the laughter from said bastard as well as giggles from the others in the room.
After a little bit Roy managed to control his laughter and got up off the floor. He came up behind the struggling pair and tapped Havoc on the shoulder, “Alright. Alright, Lieutenant,” He paused and smirked at Ed, “May I cut in?”
“Sure Chief. But watch out this one bites.” Havoc grinned. Ed glared daggers, then gnashed his teeth at Roy.
“I don’t wanna dance.” Ed pouted, coming dangerously close to a whine.
“Sure you do.” Roy beamed, taking Ed’s hands in his as Havoc let the man go.
“I really don’t, I don’t even know how to.” Ed grumbled, but let Roy take his hands and looked down at their feet.
“I’ll have to show you then,”
It only took a minute or two, to get Ed doing a simple box step in time to the music. Though he had his eyes fixed to his feet and still managed to step on Roy’s toes. Roy sniggered to himself, “You know, for someone so graceful on the battlefield, I would never have guessed how utterly ungainly you are when dancing.”
“Shut up. I’m trying.”
“Don’t.”
“Huh? What do you mean, ‘don’t’?” Ed asked, glancing up at Roy. Liquid gold flashed in curiosity, before darting back to his feet.
“Look at me.”
“But then I might step on your feet.”
“You do anyway. Look at me.” When Ed did look up at him, Roy smiled softly, released Ed’s hands and placed one of his hands on Ed’s shoulder blade, the other on his hip and pulled him almost flush against his body. “Feel the movement.”
Ed froze, hands held out, hovering well above Roy’s shoulders and a blush made its way across his cheeks.
Roy didn’t let this discourage him. He just continued on dancing, dragging the younger man with him. Eventually Ed thawed, placed his hands on Roy’s shoulders and was led around the room instead of being dragged.
Roy chuckled softly and smiled, “There you are, see you can dance.”
“Hmmf, Bastard.”
As they danced, the music shifted and the bubbling rhythms calmed. The crooning of a voice soaked in gin and smoke, drifted over them.
Edward leaned his head against Roy’s shoulder and just let the bastard move him in time to the music. Their feet slowed from the wide, one two of the box step, to barely more than a shuffle, all the movement was done in a slow sway of their shoulders.
Roy lowered his face to rest his cheek to Ed’s hair and breathed in the scent of sweat, earth and the sharp tang of machine oil. How he missed that smell, the body pressed against his and the volatile nature that went with them, over the past fortnight.
“Missed you.” He whispered into Ed’s hair.
“’ssed you too, Roy.” Was mumbled into his shoulder.
They stayed like that for a time, not even noticing when they stopped swaying to the music and just enjoyed the other’s presence. Soaked up the warmth of having their lover in their arms and the steady beat of hearts reunited.
Roy smiled and felt as lips curled up against his neck, “’ove you, bastard.”
“Love you, too.”
“Awww. Aren’t they adorable?”
Their bubble cracked, Fullmetal and Flame Alchemists separated and turned as one towards Havoc. Fullmetal brought his hands together and Flame raised a gloved hand, fingers ready to snap.
“Run, man, Run!” Breda shouted and burst into laughter as Havoc shot out of the office and down the hall with two of the most powerful Alchemists Amestris has known, hot on his heels.