Scenes from a Happily Ever After

Destiny

<p>His coffee was good, his good-morning sex was even better, but sharing the bathroom with Edward was terrible. He tended to used up all the hot water, then leave clutter all over the the sink when he shaved and brushed his teeth. But it wasn't completely terrible: Roy liked to take his time brushing Edward's hair (would the gentleman prefer ponytail or braid?) but only got the chance when they were not running late, which they were. </p>

<p>"That's my shirt."</p>

<p>"Don't put it on my side if you don't want me to wear it." Edward passed it over. "You gonna come by my office this morning?"</p>

<p>"Maybe." Roy finished buttoning Edward's shirt as soon as he was done with his in a last ditch effort to make time while Ed tied his hair back. "Depends on what you have in mind."</p>

<p>Edward pulled out two jackets. "Oh, the usual. Deep throating, snowballing, reviving Ishval's economy." They stepped out of the walk in closet to shrug them on. "You in?"</p>

<p>"I just might consider it, Colonel." Roy tipped up his chin, then kissed him gently with a smile. "When are you going to clean up after yourself? That sink was a mess."</p>

<p>Edward kissed him back. "Bite me, loser."</p>

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<p>Edward liked to move. He bobbed and weaved from the desk to the chalkboard to cabinets to bookshelves, while data was verbally crunched and reworked in constant litanies. General Mustang never made him come upstairs. No, he loved coming to Colonel Elric's office; Edward in his element was something else. </p>

<p>"So, I finally got the last of the pre-war data this morning." Edward began tapping out another data set on the crude map he drew on his board. "It corroborates the current findings. See, this area isn't dry. Neither are the surrounding ones. But, from what I saw for myself in the field, and the historical evidence, there is even be more-" he dotted "- in the west."</p>

<p>"Are you sure?"</p>

<p>Edward beamed. "Positive. Ishval is sitting in a fucking sea of oil. They're not just going to be self sufficient, they're going to be one of the richest countries in history."</p>

<p>"Amazing."</p>

<p>"Now the Fürher <i>has</i> to approve your aid proposal. It's not charity. It's a diplomatic investment." Edward caught the chalk he tossed in the air and beamed like a million watt bulb. </p>

<p>This was exactly, <i>exactly</i> what they needed. Ishval would be able to support her people, independently. What a relief! Roy wanted to kiss Edward, right then, and right there. </p>

<p>Roy took the chalk out of his hand and rubbed his thumb against the his palm. "Say, Colonel, you ravishing creature, you're even more ravishing when you're revitalizing a nation."</p>

<p>Edward smirked when Roy began fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve. "Is this the part where you give me head and fuck me into the floor for doing such a crackerjack job?"</p>

<p>"I think so." Roy titled his head as his finger lightly traced Edward's wrist. "Isn't that what we did the last time you saved the Ishvalan economy?"</p>

<p>Edward nodded. "You always suck and fuck me after I save economies, which I do every Thursday morning. Don't you even notice this shit?"</p>

<p>"I hate when I forget that." Roy shook his head and sighed, oh-so-deeply. </p>

<p>Fulman walked in on them, laughing together. </p>