ROYIA! Right?...
Disclaimer: Cry... I d-don't o-own fma...slits wrist in depression
Riza Hawkeye lay in bed smiling. He was still asleep. His head resting on her neck. His hot breathe warming her skin.
She did not want to move. If she did he would wake and it would be over. The warmth would disappear. And she would be cold once again.
His short onyx black hair tickled her nose and she couldn't help but sneeze. He woke with a start. He gave a peaceful smile and stood.
His physical warmth may have removed it's self from her body, but his smile was twice as effective.
He slowly walked into the kitchen. Not a word. Figures. He could be so ungrateful at times. But his affection compensated.
She sighed and stood up; the wood floor cold against her bare feet.
Riza ran her fingers through her knotted hair. He was the reason she didn't chop it all off again, for some reason the weirdo like to play with it, knotting it in the process.
She walked into the kitchen and stretched. Before pulling their breakfast out of the cabinet. She heated the food and put it on a plate for him. He smiled in gratitude before digging in.
He had absolutely no manners but it was ok. It was actually kind of cute.
While he finished his food, Riza went to in the bathroom and go dressed, not because she was embarrassed, simply because it was warmer on winter mornings.
When she emerged from the bathroom with her full uniform on and her hair up again in its ever present clip, her knew their time together would be over soon and frowned.
She sighed and scratched the top of Black Hyate's head.
"If I don't go who'll keep that bastard Colonel in check?"
And with that she left.
LOL! Sorry! But I had to do it, I was inspired by an almost Edwin I read a few months back. Well read and review!