A/N: OK, not quite sure where this one came from. It was going to be yet another RoyxEd piece to add to my growing repertoire, but this just seemed to work better. Hope you like it!

Pillow Talk

Well, it was kind of hard to explain. It wasn't something he thought about much. Not something he dwelled on really. But, push come to shove, he suppose he preferred them firm. But not too firm, no. He liked them firm at first, then he liked them to yield to his will. He liked them to mold around his needs. In fact, now that you mention it, he liked them a lot. He liked them in the morning. He especially liked them at night. Yes indeed.

Yes, yes. Pillows were a marvelous invention. Nothing quite like them. You know, people liked to talk up the invention of the wheel, and maybe they're right, but the pillow must come in a very close second..

And sitting on this train, slowly drifting off to sleep, his head bouncing off the window occasionally and tousling his dark hair, Roy Mustang longed for nothing more than a pillow. He grimaced and stared at Edward sitting across from him in the closed of cubicle. His eyebrows lowered and met in the middle. That spoiled brat was stretched out asleep on his seat, his tangled blonde hair spread out luxuriously on a...pillow.

Roy grumbled under his breath. He could just ask Ed for the pillow, considering that he was the superior officer and all. He gave a soft chuckle. Pulling rank over a squishy pillow was definitely not something he could be proud of.

He could take the pillow by force, he was the bigger of the two men. But, Ed was definitely the stronger. Ed, the Fullmetal Alchemist seemed to rely heavily on his own strength and that of his automail on nearly a daily basis. And, having the luxury of flame alchemy at his disposal, Roy had never been on to depend on physical strength...

Ahh, yes. Flames. Alchemy. He could merely...wait, no...not such a good idea. He needed a pillow, not ashes, dammit.

Hm. He was running out of ideas. Puppy dog eyes? No. Begging? Certainly not. Guilt, bribery, threats, TRIPLE DOG DARE?

No, no. None of those would work.

Then he smiled, braced himself, leaned closer to Ed, his lips centimeters from the boys ear.

"I heard," he whispered softly, "that Fullmetal is so short that-"

Ed shot up in his seat. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT HE DISAPPEARS WHEN HE FALLS BETWEEN THE CRACKS OF THE SIDEWALK!"

Ed stopped his rant and glared at Mustang.

Roy was now leaning against the window with a firm, but not too firm pillow cradling his head.

Yes, Roy Mustang loved pillows.