I'd never let you go
"The moon's beautiful tonight," he smiled, reaching for her hand.
She looked at him in curiosity as she felt his hand on hers. Gently, he grasped it tight and reached for the other.
"Let's dance under the moon?" he asked with an inviting look, "it's been at least 3 months since we last did."
Past months had been busy, from the recruitment of new state alchemists, and the upgrading of Central Headquaters. There's been a lot of change in the past few months, some may say too fast to adapt. A new government in the past two years, the rebuilding and independence of Ishval, and much more, Amestris was now a thriving country. Much has changed, but the feelings don't, especially those of more than a decade, the love of a Colonel and his Lieutenant.
She let him take her other hand, and his body lead her steps, so synchronized in the night breeze on top of a hill, under the moonlight. To the two, it was like time had stopped just for them, the whole world silent for them.
She looked into his onyx eyes, reflecting the moonlight, giving them a sparkle, but never as strong as those from within them.
He pulled her closer, and whispered into her ears, words telling her how much he loved her, sealing them with a kiss on her cheek.
He ran his fingers through her hair, his lips reaching hers. Her hands held his shoulders tightly as she returned his gesture with passion. They just stood there, unwilling to let go of each other, too afraid to lose one another once more.
"Grandfather is posting you to Ishval again," Riza whispered, "he told me before I came."
"Will you come with me?" Roy asked.
"I would if I can-"
"Then you will," he grinned, slipping a band into her finger.
Their marriage had been held on for two years, both too busy with the rearrangement of the country.
"Now that the country has settled down, we should too," Roy said, "I'm not letting you leave my side again."
"Yes sir," she replied seriously, "now, sir, the parliament is waiting, meeting starts at 9, we have five minutes to return to HQ."
"It's reaching nine already?" He pouted, picking up his coat, "let's go."
"Yes sir."
A/N: Miss me?
