#HUSBANDSSSSSSSSSSSS

[hecubus]

I now pronounce you married men!

[ysaefinn]

Does dash pray for my slow ans painful death when i promise the people a fic and then not follow through?

[thecrimsonmonster-a]

Greed woke at god knows what hour. While rubbing his dazy eyes, he realized he'd turned away from his lover and rolled back over. Noticing a chill on Kimbley's body, he pulled the covers over them both and nuzzled his shoulder with a smile. Perfect.

The alchemist had only been semi-aware of his surroundings—lost in that dark area of twilight between awakening and still sleeping—but he knew very well that he was cold, and curling up did little good to stave it. Movement too limited, he lay there until a slight shudder began to overcome him, gooseflesh rising to the surface.

However, he soon heard the gentle rustle, then felt the heat of clean cotton and soft skin against him, and his stiffened body relaxed into the sensation, a lazy smile alighting his features.

He could always count on his warm slab of meat and muscle to keep him warm.