I wrote a drabbles!
Three Drabbles, rated G, PG and R. Each under 100 words. Whoo hoo!
OBSESSION (word count 100 you elitist scum)
First it was a whim, then a joke, then a challenge, and now a complete obsession. Roy had to steal Havoc's dates.
Havoc was it making difficult. Sneaking around. Hiding his feelings. But the smile on his face told Roy he was getting some, somewhere. Roy couldn't rest until he knew who.
Roy found the car at last, parked far off the road. Holding the binoculars steady, he focused inside. Oh, my.
Havoc heard the bushes thrash a bit and then smiled down at Ed. He had finally found someone the Colonel wouldn't steal away.
He was, of course, wrong.
OK, just for the threesome shippers, two follow ups:
Warning the ratings are sneaking up. Last one was G, this one is PG, the last... er... R?
OBJECTION (word count 100)
"I like women, Colonal," said Ed. It was true, platonically. That he jerked off thinking of men was unnecessary information.
Mustang should have backed off then, but instead he slipped his hands under Ed's armpits, pressed him further into the wall, and then swooped down for a kiss. Ed jerked with surprise at the sheer heat of the others lips. And the way that mouth moved, possessively, teasing, parting his lips, a stelthful tongue slipping past his teeth. Ed shuddered, his knees trembled and he melted. Only Mustang's hands kept him from falling.
"I like women, too," Mustang breathed back.
POSSESSION (word count 100)
Dating an alchemist has its downside, Havoc ruefully decided.
When Havoc parked in their customary make out spot, the car had NOT been stocked with rope. Or a gag. But with one clap of his hands, Ed had changed all that.
Havoc had been surprised to find himself helpless and naked on the back seat. He'd been horrified when the door opened and Roy climbed in. Then confused when the older man positioned his body over Ed's and pressed him in.
"Let's share this time," Roy purred.
Then Havoc felt a weight on his back and it all made sense.
OBSESSION (word count 100 you elitist scum)
First it was a whim, then a joke, then a challenge, and now a complete obsession. Roy had to steal Havoc's dates.
Havoc was it making difficult. Sneaking around. Hiding his feelings. But the smile on his face told Roy he was getting some, somewhere. Roy couldn't rest until he knew who.
Roy found the car at last, parked far off the road. Holding the binoculars steady, he focused inside. Oh, my.
Havoc heard the bushes thrash a bit and then smiled down at Ed. He had finally found someone the Colonel wouldn't steal away.
He was, of course, wrong.
OK, just for the threesome shippers, two follow ups:
Warning the ratings are sneaking up. Last one was G, this one is PG, the last... er... R?
OBJECTION (word count 100)
"I like women, Colonal," said Ed. It was true, platonically. That he jerked off thinking of men was unnecessary information.
Mustang should have backed off then, but instead he slipped his hands under Ed's armpits, pressed him further into the wall, and then swooped down for a kiss. Ed jerked with surprise at the sheer heat of the others lips. And the way that mouth moved, possessively, teasing, parting his lips, a stelthful tongue slipping past his teeth. Ed shuddered, his knees trembled and he melted. Only Mustang's hands kept him from falling.
"I like women, too," Mustang breathed back.
POSSESSION (word count 100)
Dating an alchemist has its downside, Havoc ruefully decided.
When Havoc parked in their customary make out spot, the car had NOT been stocked with rope. Or a gag. But with one clap of his hands, Ed had changed all that.
Havoc had been surprised to find himself helpless and naked on the back seat. He'd been horrified when the door opened and Roy climbed in. Then confused when the older man positioned his body over Ed's and pressed him in.
"Let's share this time," Roy purred.
Then Havoc felt a weight on his back and it all made sense.