At Ease

Martel/Dorochet. G. ~200 words. Fluff.
Her pride demanded she blame all laziness on the snake in her.

The walls rattled. Martel cracked open one eye just in time to see the half-full glass of water on her rickety nightstand dance a happy little jig and promptly commit suicide.

That crazy alchemist must be bored again.

She yawned hugely, sleepily scratching her hip. Her pride demanded she blame all laziness on the snake in her. Another half hour nap or so might be nice, though…as long as Greed tracked down his alchemist and did something about him.

Content with that, she rolled over to snuggle back down. And bumped noses with Dorochet, who responded with a drowsy growl and licked hers.

“Hey!” She shot back, scrubbing at her damp nose. “Dorochet,” she complained, punching him solidly in the arm. “Sleep in your own damn bed.”

He let out a lazy huff, slinging an arm around her hip and cuddled closer. “Can’t,” he murmured, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Why not?” Martel muttered, settling down again. He wouldn’t be going anywhere now, regardless. She started to drift off again, resurfacing long enough to poke him in the stomach when he didn’t reply.

Dorochet just snorted out a breath. Martel never noticed.

End

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