A/N: Hey, guys! I haven't been in the FMA fandom for a while now; not since I stopped writing Author Meets FMA. But I've been getting a lot of really sweet reviews on it about how you guys loved that fic and how much you miss it.
And I know I'm into some other things now (Homestuck cough cough), but I was in a huge Royai mood last night and this popped out. I'm thinking it's gonna turn into a small trilogy; three chapters. So yeah, watch for that! I love you guys ahhhh~
Unnecessary
She doesn't know why she's grown to be so fond of her colonel. Growing up in a house devoid of any motherly love or romanticized fantasies, it was hard to even imagine falling for anyone at the time (much less her superior.) Her father was crazed with a lust for alchemy; the kind that left one's skin boiling with a putrid, rotting scent. And being raised in a house with that kind of madness didn't leave much room for childish fantasies.
And yet, as Riza Hawkeye finishes the last of her paperwork and gazes over at him, snoring softly with his head resting on the hard wood surface of his desk, she can't help but smile gently. With a quick sweep of the office to ensure that it is, in fact, empty, the woman boldly but cautiously approaches his sleeping form, slowly brushing aside midnight black strands of hair that boast his Xingese heritage.
He shifts in his sleep, his head pushing up into the warmth of her calloused palm. Riza retracts her hand quickly and rests it on the edge of the polished desk, hardly even breathing, her heart stuttering out a rapid beat in her chest. She has to place her hand over her chest because her heart is beating so loud that she'd be shocked if it didn't wake him up.
It doesn't, of course, and the previously predicted shock is replace with silent relief.
She doesn't love him, she tells herself as she gently shakes him awake.
She can't.
