|The Pen is Mightier! (penismightier) wrote in chaotic_library,|
@ 2011-05-03 00:56:00
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|Entry tags:||alfons heiderich, edward elric, flash fiction, fma, fma: anime, fma: post-anime, g-rated, heid x ed, post-series, slash, yuuo, yuuo: fma|
[Edward Elric/Alfons Heiderich; Guten Morgen]
Character/Series: Edward Elric, Alfons Heiderich; Fullmetal Alchemist (Original)
Notes: Random inspiration, go go go?
Title: Guten Morgen
Word Count: 308
Summary: Cold air hit Edward's skin and he burrowed deeper under the covers, pulling them up over his head until only a bit of gold hair peeked out from under them.
Cold air hit Edward's skin and he burrowed deeper under the covers, pulling them up over his head until only a bit of gold hair peeked out from under them. Sunlight tried to intrude on his early Sunday morning rest, and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.
Beside him, Alfons breathed steadily, although there was still a noticeable wet rattle to it, which concerned Edward. He'd been getting worse recently, and last night was his first peaceful night of rest, such as it was, in a long time.
Not wanting to disturb his partner's sleep, Edward pressed back only a little against Alfons's warmth, resting his arm over Alfons's that was draped lazily over Edward's waist. It was warm there, under the covers, against Alfons, with shared body heat making it too comfortable there to get up into the cold morning.
He dozed in and out for about another hours, long after he'd woken up from his own peaceful sleep, uninterrupted by Alfons's fits or nightmares. Finally, Alfons began to stir. Edward pressed back against him even more, giving his hand a light squeeze. "Mornin'," he whispered.
"Mm." The noise Alfons made might've been a reply, or it might've just been a noise of protest to interrupted sleep as he dozed back off. But finally, the younger man moved again and Edward felt a kiss placed at the back of his neck. "What're you doing under the covers?"
"It's cold," Edward replied, turning his head and emerging from the covers enough to look Alfons in the eye. Alfons smiled at him, and kissed his lips lightly. Edward practically purred, warm and, for the moment, happy. They'd face another day of Alfons's lingering illness in a few minutes, another day separated from Edward's little brother, another day abandoned to an unfamiliar city.
For the moment, however, everything was okay.