I usually don't ship Wrath/Riza, but this idea popped into my mind, so here it is. Read and review, please!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
They did not want to call it betrayal. They did not have any other word for it. It was betrayal, pure and simple.
Betrayal was a word they hated. But they loved their sweet betrayal.
She loved his body against hers. He loved her body against his.
His skin against hers. Her skin against his.
His lips against hers. Her lips against his.
Yes, they loved their sweet betrayal.
The others did not know. The others did not have to know. This was their secret. A secret they would take to the grave.
They were enemies by day. Yet, by night they were lovers.
When the lights when out, the world disappeared and they were the only two beings. Completely absorbed in each other.
Nothing else mattered at night.
They hid it during the day. They hid it well. No one had a clue. And that is how they liked it.
A forbidden love. But it was not love. It was more for pleasure, then for love.
He was lonely. She was lonely. They fit like pieces of a puzzle.
They fulfilled each other's needs. Each other's wants.
And they liked it that way. Simple. No complicating emotions. Just pure adrenaline.
Their hearts beating as one. Their bodies entwined.
No strings attached. They were just there for sex.
Their simple betrayal.
In the morning, she would just be his assistant. He would be her superior.
She would be Lieutenant. He would be Fürher.
They would be enemies.
In the night, she would just be his woman. He would be her man.
She would be Riza. He would be Wrath.
They would be lovers.
Lovers living their sweet betrayal.