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Title: Valentine's Card
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG
Summary:Of course, it wasn’t like his lover would care. Valentine’s Day was no more than a commercialized holiday meant for whipped lovers. His lover had said that no less than three times yesterday.
Except his lover had an odd, vulnerable, sentimental streak.

Valentine’s Card

Fullmetal

Scribblescribblescribble

Fullmetal Edward

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Fullmetal Edward

The pen bled onto the paper for several long minutes.

Fullmetal Edward Edward

Yes. He knew his subordinate’s name. Now what?

Scribblescribblescribble

…New page.

His back was beginning to hurt from being hunched over for so long. His eyes were crossing after spending the past several hours staring at his own doodles in the dim light. It didn’t matter, though. He had written countless letters to women in his time. This was no different.

Edward

He was not going to be beaten by a damned letter!

Edward Dear Edward

Two words. Record.

The clock beside him clicked like a small, motorized death knoll. If he didn’t . . . respect Hawkeye so, he’d fry that thing.

Edward Dear Edward, I

Scribblescribblescribble crumble toss miss

Curse.

A lot.

New page.

Dear Edward: Hope

Scribble

Dear Edward: May

Scribble

Don’t

Scribble

Hope

Scribblescribble toss miss cursecursecurse

Of course the previous letters were easy. The girls accepted—even liked—his sweet nothings. They felt privileged to receive his sweet nothings. If he tried sweet nothings with this particular recipient, he’d he lucky if he still had a mouth to voice them.

So what could he say? What could he write that wouldn’t unleash a rabid hellcat at his throat?

Dear Edward: I

Dear Edward: We

His pen was beginning to run out of ink. His paper supply was getting low. He would have to send a memo for more supplies.

It took him a moment to realize that he was idly scribbling a stick figure with a braid, antenna, and a scowl in the corner. He smirked fondly to himself. The little figure glared back.

Scribblescribblescribble toss miss

Edward: Have a Happy Valentine’s Day. Don’t get lost under the Valentine’s candy.

Perfect. Perfect. Except it might ruin his chances for Valentine’s sex.

Fuck.

Scribblescribblescribble toss sink! One out of nine! Record!

Edw

He paused and shook the pen.

Ed

Shook it again.

E

Shakeshakeshake toss miss

Dammit!

He hastily checked his drawers. Nothing. Nothing there, nothing here. He knew he should not have done that paperwork earlier!

Of course, it wasn’t like his lover would care. Valentine’s Day was no more than a commercialized holiday meant for whipped lovers. His lover had said that no less than three times yesterday.

Except his lover had an odd, vulnerable, sentimental streak.

Ah! Pen! …In red ink.

Oh well.

Edward:

Edward:

It took a moment to realize he was gnawing on his pen. He forced himself to stop.

Edward: Happy Valentine’s Day.

He smiled slowly and began writing quickly.

If you’re right about it being a commercialized holiday, what does that make me? Show me tonight. Love, Roy.

If he was lucky, not only would he get sex for this, he’d get cuddling from his prickly lover, too.