War Wounds
" A wound is not always of the flesh. Some wounds run deeper, and when a wound is on the heart, soul, or mind, it will never heal, unless their source is blocked or obliterated."
That's how it started. They were in the same boat, dealing with wounds, both new and old, and they'd been up late. Meeting in the hall of house they were both staying in, they'd started talking, and ended up talking in Riza's room until the wee hours of the night. Soon, it was tradition, that whenever bad memories came up, or their wounds troubled them, they'd come to the other's room, and talk until they fell asleep. At first they fell asleep on separate articles of furniture, but that made no sense, so they soon began to sleep on the same bed, then and began to hold each other at night. It wasn't an erotic thing in any way, they were merely sleeping in the same bed, and holding each other for warmth. But soon, as they each got to know the other better, even than they had before, as comrades-in-arms, learning what scared one, and what made the other happy, they each began to develop feelings for the other. Roy found his gaze constantly traveling down Lieutenant Hawkeye's perfect figure, and Riza found her self looking at his muscles through his shirt. Both of them knew it was a taboo relationship, a superior officer and subordinate. Neither of them cared. It wasn't what you could call "true love". They both loved the other, but they knew that love didn't always last. But they knew that theirs would, because of what bonded them to each other. Those thick, hardened scars, in mind and body, the whole reason they'd first begun to meet at night. Both of them needed a companion to help to heal their war wounds.