I should probably sit on
it, get a beta, edit it. Make it more... something. Better.
It's probably insane.
Hell, it's almost 2AM. I blame the M&Ms and Diet Coke.I'm making excuses for my
crappy writing. Hmm... Um... Stuff.I really shouldn't try to
write like this. It doesn't turn out well. But I try. And if I don't
show it to anyone, I doubt it'll get better. -.-;;
Feedback is most always appreciated. Even if it is cruel. And harsh. I can take harsh. Brutal. And all other synonyms.
Title: Unspoken
Fandom: Fullmetal
Alchemist
Pairing: Royai
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 173
He knows her. He knows her inside out and upside down. He knows the do's and do not's, the will's and will not's, the can's and the can not's. He knows the rough scars and smooth curves, the silky soft skin and rough calloused hands, the pleasure and the pain.
He reveled in it. He loved knowing, learning, touching, talking. He loved her.
Of course, neither of them would say it, even after they had learned and touched and talked. And that's why it worked.
Words tended to get in the way when it came time to express feelings. They were not necessary.
So when they both left the office after work and got to Riza's apartment, they dropped their work attitudes. Roy made his cocky, egotistical, but slightly tortured soul act disappear and Riza let her 'let's get down to business' attitude leave. They just were.
And they touched, and learned, and talked, and just loved, without the word.
Always, without the word.