The best part of Riza Hawkeye was the arch in her feet.
Roy first noticed it as a young soldier resting with his Master's daughter, now his hushed and timid lover, on the eve of Departure to Ishabl. They were slowly learning the physical history of each other's bodies and willing the axis of the earth to stop spinning while they did so. He had marked a trail of wet kisses and nips down the curve of her tattooed spine, the back of her thighs, her knees, and when he arrived at the feet he nearly let out a whimper of pleasure at how perfectly crescent and curved they were. So sexy. So perfect.
From then on, they were his clandestine obsession and he kept that secret to himself. He didn't even tell her how much he loved them on fear of her rolling her eyes and laughing at them. In reality, he wanted to suck on her toes and worship them with his hands – but he restrained himself from giving them much attention when they were able to be physical.
However, when he would enter her from below, he found his hands reaching out for them at his thighs. Leveraging the pressure, he would hold on to them like guiding rails. They fit perfect inside his own hands.
Many would argue that the best part of his Lieutenant was her loyalty, her courage, her direct wisdom and perceptive nature. Some said her best quality was her industriousness.
Others would even admit they found her eyes to be her best feature, the swell of her round breasts, or her sloping spine and back.
But Roy Mustang. Fuhrer of Amestris and Riza's only lover knew the truth.
The best part of Riza Hawkeye was the arch in her feet.
And they tread all over his sanity every damn second of the day.