Pale Morning

by Maaya

Riza blinks once, fastening the hairclip. 'Good morning', she says. Roy x Riza

Roy + Riza, Romance, PG

Pale Morning
by Maaya

Roy watches her dress through half-lidded eyes, for no real reason trying to fool both himself and her into believing that he is still asleep. It is early and he should by all means be, as Riza is the one who has to walk a dog before work. Roy has another half-an-hour before his own alarm goes off and he is usually dead to the world until then, not often disturbed by Riza's alarm clock and morning routines.

Watching her move over the floor, Roy notes that she is taking care to be quiet, movements swift but not quite as quick as they could be, her bare feet padding softly in the carpet. She steps into her uniform pants, tightens the belt, and brushes a hand at the tails.

Pale morning light is peeking through the slits between shades and windows. The room is dim rather than dark because their bedroom is facing east and the sun is starting to rise just barely. To be greeted by morning fog, probably, judging from the grey hues.

Riza faces him; he catches a glimpse of her nipples, startlingly brown against her pale skin, small and hard in the morning-chilled apartment. Suddenly a bra is covering and Riza is reaching for the t-shirt hanging over a chair.

She disappears behind a large hill in his bedcovers; Roy looses sight of her as she clatters with something, a hairclip on the bedside table.

Wide-awake now despite himself, Roy gives up all pretence and rolls over to face her. Riza blinks once, fastening the hairclip. "Good morning," she says.

He doesn't answer because he suddenly realizes that his throat is dry, he must have been snoring. He does manage to smile at her, a slight smile that probably speaks of approving admiration. Riza accepts it smoothly, almost smiles back.

It is the kind of moment they share, only because it is early morning and the world is still asleep to give them privacy.

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