Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Type: Fluff, gift fic, oneshot
Warnings: 13 year old Ed. (should that be warned for? XD)
Word Count: 989
Summary: Ed comes to Mustang's office wanting attention.
I actually wrote this up for THIS picture done by hikaru_9. I made Ed a little younger in this fic than what he looks in her picture, because I wanted to add credence to his hesitancy and naiveness in this little ficlet. I was also in the mood to write something cute, and this is what resulted XD
The Right Time
Ed knocked softly on the door, then opened it and poked his head inside. Mustang glanced up, then looked at the clock before beckoning to him. Opening the door a little wider, Ed slipped inside and shut it behind him, then walked quickly to Mustang’s desk.
“It’s late,” Mustang said.
“Yeah I know, but the light was on in your office, so I figured you were still here.”
Mustang nodded. “You needed something?”
“No... not really...” Ed said slowly, not really sure how to put what he wanted into words.
“Not really?” Mustang asked.
Ed shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable. He and Mustang had just barely started what could possibly be called ‘dating’, but Ed was unsure how to go about this whole ‘dating’ thing. All he knew was that he liked being with Mustang and wanted more time with him. But Roy Mustang was as close to a workaholic as he’d ever known, and getting him to find time away from his career path wasn’t always easy.
The two ‘real’ dates they’d been on had been fun, and there had been excitement for Ed as he’d realized that someone was interested in him on that level, and that the person who wanted him was also a brilliant alchemist. He wanted more time to be with Mustang, and talk, and do things with, but the man was focused on work a lot and it was sometimes hard to get more time out of him.
“It’s Friday night,” Ed said, not sure how to go about saying he wanted to spend time together. This was his first relationship, however new and mild it might be right now, and he wanted to do it right. He’d even read some books on relationships to give him some better insight.
“Yes,” Mustang said, seeming clearly perplexed.
“Are you going to work all night?”
“No, I mean, it’s already... what?” Mustang looked at the clock again. “About ten. I might be here for a couple more hours, but I’ll probably need to come in tomorrow to get things finished up.”
“Oh...” Ed murmured, not pleased.
Mustang looked back at Ed curiously, but didn’t say anything, and Ed squirmed a little under his gaze. At thirteen, Ed was only three years away from being considered an adult by age, and usually Ed felt very adult, but in this type of a situation, he couldn’t help feeling young and childlike.
And then Mustang smiled and set his pen down, leaned forward, and said, “What are you doing here so late? I thought you had things to take care of with your brother this week.”
“I did,” Ed said. “But everything’s done for now.”
“Come here, let me show you what I’m working on,” Mustang said. Ed moved around the other side of the desk and stood next to Mustang who proceeded to point out different reports and explain what they were for. What requests and concerns needed to be addressed and why, and what documents were important for meetings come Monday.
As Mustang explained, he wrapped an arm around Ed and gently pulled him closer, closing the distance between them, and when he was finished, Mustang looked up at Ed, smiled, and slid a hand up and around Ed’s neck. Ed glanced down at Mustang, who was smiling softly up at him, then looked over at all the work on Mustang’s desk. He hadn’t really realized how much Mustang did for his job, or how tedious but important it all was.
“I’m glad you came,” Mustang said softly. “You mean a lot to me. You know that, don’t you?”
Ed looked back down at Mustang and frowned. “You haven’t called me at all this week.” How could Mustang say that if he hadn’t even tried to contact him at all.
“You haven’t called me either.”
“I... oh...” Ed mumbled. He’d been spending all this time waiting for Mustang to take the initiative to call him, to ask him out, to make the moves, that he’d completely ignored the fact that he could also do those things. “Sorry...”
Pulling his hand away, Mustang turned his chair and faced Ed, then said, “You’ll learn.” Ed flushed, embarrassed to have his obvious lack of knowledge and experience in this area pointed out to him.
Mustang smiled. “I do have a lot to finish, but I suppose I could put it off until tomorrow. Would you like dinner?”
“I already ate dinner,” Ed said without thinking, and regretted it instantly. It had been several hours since he’d eaten and he was starting to get hungry again.
Smiling knowingly, Mustang asked, “Second dinner? Late night snack?”
“Okay!” Ed said with a grin.
Mustang smiled back. “Good.” He slid his hand up Ed’s face, and behind his head as if he’d pull Ed’s head forward. He’d done it before, looking like he wanted to do something, but was holding himself back. There was a look in Mustang’s eyes that said he wanted more, that he wanted to do more, but his eyes also said this wasn’t the right time and that he’d wait until it was.
The small moment of silence passed, then Mustang moved his hand away, stood, and squeezed Ed’s shoulder. “Alright, let’s go,” he said, putting his hand on Ed’s back pushing him toward the door.
Ed let himself be guided, then glanced up at Mustang as he closed the door and locked it. From the books Ed had read, he knew that what he and Mustang had was extremely mild. Hell, the man hadn’t even kissed him yet, but Ed wasn’t too worried about that. He was just enjoying the attention and the time he had. There would be time later for all of that kissing and other stuff later. For now, Ed was thrilled to be getting food and talking alchemy with someone he liked and who liked him back.