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Can't go to the usual spots...
Too many eyes.
Outside a tea-shop, Roy impatiently waits for 'his date' to reappear—one of Madam Christmas's girls. A pretty young thing with golden curls and a look of self-assurance. A trusted informant. She made it look real enough. Her lips brushed Roy's cheek, but nothing.
Hmm...
Roy grips a note, needing to pass it along...
"Damn it! Mustang, I'm talkin' to you!" Edward barks, dropping into the chair across from Roy, as if he owned it. "You ignorin' me or—MMMFN!"
Edward's voice stifles with Roy's empty hand.
"Just shut up," Roy orders softly, looking to the side.
"MM, MMMFFFFHHHH! MMMFN!"
One of the Führer's spies quickly darts up.
"You idiot, now you've done it—" he grumbles, using the same hand to fist Edward's jacket and tug him away.
Edward swears, but catches on. Gotta give it the kid, Roy frantically thinks.
They flee into an alleyway.
(Damn it all—nowhere else to go?)
Roy knows it's only a matter of time.
He pretends pleasantly to smile, but hisses..."Kiss me, Fullmetal, or we're both heading to prison—"...
And not truly expecting Edward to listen, Roy's lips opening to the pressure of a hot kiss. On instinct. Edward goes about it roughly, yanking, shoving Roy's entire back to alley-wall. Their breathes, panting. Out of the corner of Roy's eye, the Führer's spy seems startled.
He keeps discretely checking, until they've vanished, sucking harsh kisses down Edward's neck and feeling him occasionally quivering.
"That feels..."
"Hmm?" Roy mumbles, finally noticing 'his date' pointedly staring between them.
While Roy notices the similar gold hue of her curls and Edward's hair...
Edward scowls, covering up the bruised-red mark on his neck, as Roy's face turns thoughtful.
"I swear, Mustang—if you ever tell Al—MMMMMFMM—!"
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