FMA: Alphabet Challenge: Soul and Skin
Title: Soul and Skin
Rating: T
Characters: Roy/Ed
Summary: This is an old game.
A/N: Written as part of my Alphabet Drabbles challenge, as requested by pandoraculpa, with the prompt "touch". I rarely write slash. Be nice.
touch
-verb
1. to come into contact with and perceive (something), as the hand or the like does.
It’s late at night, and they’re playing one of their favorite games in the dark heat of Roy’s bedroom. The window’s thrown open to allow fresh air and moonlight into the room and they’re both stripped down.
Roy is stretched out on his back, his eyes closed and Ed is lying on his side, palm flat against Roy’s flank as he slowly strokes down his side. They’ve done this before; Ed knows the skin under his hand as well as his own and is therefore not surprised when Roy’s eyebrows crease ever so slightly and he murmurs, “There.”
“Here?” Ed asks, the tips of his fingers brushing upwards. Roy shakes his head, and Ed moves his hand down again. “Here.”
Here is where the skin turns rough and mottled - even in the moonlight, Ed can see it’s discolored. Here is where Roy burned himself in order to stay alive. Here is where Roy can no longer feel Ed’s touch.
Ed rolls over, cranes his head, and presses a kiss to the skin. Roy doesn’t even flinch, and Ed shifts his ministrations higher, just to make sure he gets the message.
Rating: T
Characters: Roy/Ed
Summary: This is an old game.
A/N: Written as part of my Alphabet Drabbles challenge, as requested by pandoraculpa, with the prompt "touch". I rarely write slash. Be nice.
touch
-verb
1. to come into contact with and perceive (something), as the hand or the like does.
It’s late at night, and they’re playing one of their favorite games in the dark heat of Roy’s bedroom. The window’s thrown open to allow fresh air and moonlight into the room and they’re both stripped down.
Roy is stretched out on his back, his eyes closed and Ed is lying on his side, palm flat against Roy’s flank as he slowly strokes down his side. They’ve done this before; Ed knows the skin under his hand as well as his own and is therefore not surprised when Roy’s eyebrows crease ever so slightly and he murmurs, “There.”
“Here?” Ed asks, the tips of his fingers brushing upwards. Roy shakes his head, and Ed moves his hand down again. “Here.”
Here is where the skin turns rough and mottled - even in the moonlight, Ed can see it’s discolored. Here is where Roy burned himself in order to stay alive. Here is where Roy can no longer feel Ed’s touch.
Ed rolls over, cranes his head, and presses a kiss to the skin. Roy doesn’t even flinch, and Ed shifts his ministrations higher, just to make sure he gets the message.