Sleeping (Havoc x Mustang) For "Havoc Appreciation Week"
Title: "Sleeping"
Author: SeaweedOtter
Series: Full Metal Alchemist
Pairings: Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some end of the anime spoilers.
Summary: Does watching someone sleep count as spying on them?
Comments: Written for "Spying on Havoc Day", for "Jean Havoc Appreciation Week".
Whomever came up with this, *I LOVE YOU!*
As was usual for Roy Mustang, he was up first. Jean was such a heavy sleeper, that even with his shifting weight (as slight as he was) and the creaking of the old mattress that Roy always procrastinated about replacing, he never woke the blond haired man up.
He started his normal routine of a shower and shave, then he headed down to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. He went outside and grabbed the morning paper that had been left on his doorstep some hours before.
He smiled and sighed happily as he closed the front door behind him, the smell of brewing coffee already starting to hit his nostrils. Ah, domesticated bliss. These lazy Sunday mornings were the kinds of days that he lived for, when he didn't have to be ROY MUSTANG, DEFENDER OF THE PEOPLE. He could be Roy Mustang, lazy ass.
For some reason, though he could never figure out why, he deviated from his normal routine. Usually he would stay in the kitchen and read the paper while the coffee finished brewing- just enough for 2 cups, and when it was done, he would pour his glass and leave the rest warm in the pot for when his sleepy headed lover awoke while he finished reading about the day's news.
But that morning, Roy left the two cups of coffee in the pot and went back into the bedroom. He opened the door slowly, only a tiny creak giving away his movements. Though he knew it would still be a couple of hours before Jean awoke, so one door squeak was not dangerous.
Roy walked over to a chair and sat, staring at the form that occasionally stirred under the thick covers, trying to keep away the chill of Central City in the depths of winter. A smile wafted over his face. He felt calm, content. Happy.
Happy.
That was something that had been fleeting for so long. Just when it seemed that his nightmares would end and he could finally be happy, there was something else that came along and threw his world into turmoil. And now, finally, he seemed to have the peace that he had been wanting for so long. Sure, it came at the expense of his eye, but that was a small price to pay, he guessed, for finally having peace in Amestris.
And as long as Jean Havoc still loved him, then all was right with the world.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there. His rear had gone past the sleep stage to totally numb, but he didn't care. He didn't care that the coffee was probably cold, and that when Jean awoke we would be grumpy and complain until a new, fresh cup was ready for him. He didn't care that if Jean had woke up and saw the alchemist staring at him, he would get the third degree about 'what the hell was he doing?'. All he cared about was right now, watching his lover sleep so peacefully.
It didn't really feel like spying on him, since he had no idea, and who knows? Maybe Jean had done the same to him sometime when Roy was still recovering from his injuries and spending most of his time convalescing in the same bed that the much taller man inhabited now. Perhaps it was just turnabout.
Or perhaps it just didn't matter.
He loved to watch the man sleep. He rolled around gently, his long legs kicking at the covers and making them gather at the foot of the bed. By the time the night was over, he would usually have shed most of the covers, except on cold nights light the last few had been. Somehow, subconsciously, he knew not to throw the covers off, and there he was, wrapped up tight, the only thing showing through the dark blanket was a shock of wild, spiky blond hair.
So Roy continued to sit, and watch. Maybe he was guarding the man who meant more than his own life to him. Maybe he felt like he needed to make sure that the man who was almost too long for his bed didn't lose his covers and get cold in the frigid winter air.
Or maybe, just maybe, he loved nothing more than to be close to his lover, even if it meant spying on him while he slept.
A/N: For anyone who is interested (HINT HINT!!) Here is the schedule:
24 April -- Strip Havoc Naked Day
25 April -- Spying on Havoc Day
26 April -- Lunchtime Havoc Day
27 April -- Spank Havoc Day
28 April -- Havoc Gets Lucky Day
29 April -- Molest Sleeping Havoc Day
30 April -- Sexy Outfit Havoc Day
Come on people, get to Havoc molesting writing!!
Author: SeaweedOtter
Series: Full Metal Alchemist
Pairings: Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some end of the anime spoilers.
Summary: Does watching someone sleep count as spying on them?
Comments: Written for "Spying on Havoc Day", for "Jean Havoc Appreciation Week".
Whomever came up with this, *I LOVE YOU!*
As was usual for Roy Mustang, he was up first. Jean was such a heavy sleeper, that even with his shifting weight (as slight as he was) and the creaking of the old mattress that Roy always procrastinated about replacing, he never woke the blond haired man up.
He started his normal routine of a shower and shave, then he headed down to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. He went outside and grabbed the morning paper that had been left on his doorstep some hours before.
He smiled and sighed happily as he closed the front door behind him, the smell of brewing coffee already starting to hit his nostrils. Ah, domesticated bliss. These lazy Sunday mornings were the kinds of days that he lived for, when he didn't have to be ROY MUSTANG, DEFENDER OF THE PEOPLE. He could be Roy Mustang, lazy ass.
For some reason, though he could never figure out why, he deviated from his normal routine. Usually he would stay in the kitchen and read the paper while the coffee finished brewing- just enough for 2 cups, and when it was done, he would pour his glass and leave the rest warm in the pot for when his sleepy headed lover awoke while he finished reading about the day's news.
But that morning, Roy left the two cups of coffee in the pot and went back into the bedroom. He opened the door slowly, only a tiny creak giving away his movements. Though he knew it would still be a couple of hours before Jean awoke, so one door squeak was not dangerous.
Roy walked over to a chair and sat, staring at the form that occasionally stirred under the thick covers, trying to keep away the chill of Central City in the depths of winter. A smile wafted over his face. He felt calm, content. Happy.
Happy.
That was something that had been fleeting for so long. Just when it seemed that his nightmares would end and he could finally be happy, there was something else that came along and threw his world into turmoil. And now, finally, he seemed to have the peace that he had been wanting for so long. Sure, it came at the expense of his eye, but that was a small price to pay, he guessed, for finally having peace in Amestris.
And as long as Jean Havoc still loved him, then all was right with the world.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there. His rear had gone past the sleep stage to totally numb, but he didn't care. He didn't care that the coffee was probably cold, and that when Jean awoke we would be grumpy and complain until a new, fresh cup was ready for him. He didn't care that if Jean had woke up and saw the alchemist staring at him, he would get the third degree about 'what the hell was he doing?'. All he cared about was right now, watching his lover sleep so peacefully.
It didn't really feel like spying on him, since he had no idea, and who knows? Maybe Jean had done the same to him sometime when Roy was still recovering from his injuries and spending most of his time convalescing in the same bed that the much taller man inhabited now. Perhaps it was just turnabout.
Or perhaps it just didn't matter.
He loved to watch the man sleep. He rolled around gently, his long legs kicking at the covers and making them gather at the foot of the bed. By the time the night was over, he would usually have shed most of the covers, except on cold nights light the last few had been. Somehow, subconsciously, he knew not to throw the covers off, and there he was, wrapped up tight, the only thing showing through the dark blanket was a shock of wild, spiky blond hair.
So Roy continued to sit, and watch. Maybe he was guarding the man who meant more than his own life to him. Maybe he felt like he needed to make sure that the man who was almost too long for his bed didn't lose his covers and get cold in the frigid winter air.
Or maybe, just maybe, he loved nothing more than to be close to his lover, even if it meant spying on him while he slept.
A/N: For anyone who is interested (HINT HINT!!) Here is the schedule:
24 April -- Strip Havoc Naked Day
25 April -- Spying on Havoc Day
26 April -- Lunchtime Havoc Day
27 April -- Spank Havoc Day
28 April -- Havoc Gets Lucky Day
29 April -- Molest Sleeping Havoc Day
30 April -- Sexy Outfit Havoc Day
Come on people, get to Havoc molesting writing!!