I don't own FMAB or the avatar used in story.

Hey….i hope all of you are okay and well :)
A few months ago I finished watching FMAB with my twin (we are watching it again XD) and God I fell in love with it. It was amazing! And I think this alone word isn't enough to describe it. It's beyond that….. Everything was so perfect! The story line, the characters and their developments, background music and musical score…..like wow!
And how can i forget Romance?! :'D between Izumi and Sig and Edward and Winry. Some chemistry between Roy and Riza. God i love this Pairing: 3

And because of the latter couple I decided to write this. It's will be short series and as you figured out, they will stay within the bedroom ;) And no these are not lemons! Well more like moments infused with fluff and intimacy.

Please give it a read.

A warning to those who haven't watched FMAB; please don't read this because this contains spoilers and we wouldn't want that ^_^

Chapter 01
Those Endearments

Roy let out a yawn, hoping it would dissipate some of the drowsiness he was feeling. But on contrary it only increased in amounts. He then glanced warily towards the pile of papers that were waiting to be signed.
The weather outside was beautiful. It was summers with cool wind blowing occasionally in the streets of Central. He should be outside rather than sitting here and signing these goddamn papers. It's not fair!

Just then there was a brief knock on the door and Riza Hawkeye walked in, carrying yet another pile of papers. That's it! He can't take it anymore.

"Please lieutenant, tell me I have to do nothing with them" Roy pleaded, a puppy dog expression adoring his handsome face.

Riza betrayed no emotions, as she put those stack of files next to the one Roy was already working on.

"As much I wish to say that colonel, I really can't. You need to get them done latest by 9 o'clock tonight"
"Oh come on!" Mustang whined, throwing his hands in air in aggravation.

Hawkeye just blinked and went back to her desk. Typical, but what else can she do? It's not like she can comfort and coaxed him, at least not openly.

After the promised day, things somewhat got back to normal. Alphonse returned, very weak though and was taken under intensive care. The Xings' returned back to their homeland, finally solving their internal affairs. The Briggs army went back to North with Olivier Armstrong leading them again. Grumman was named the next Fuhrer of Artemis.
As for Mustang, he finally gained back his eyesight, with the help of philosophers' stone. He already knew what he has to do once the tribulation passes away; Restore Ishval.
And with this aim in his mind, he made his way towards southeast. Of course he didn't go alone. There was no way he can't, for his faithful lieutenant had made a promise with him that even if he asks her to follow to the hell with him, she would gladly accept his request. Ishval was no exception to this.
Of course after that horrific occurrence, where Riza was almost embraced by death, things just…changed.

They would pass glances at each other, thinking that the one on whom they were happen to be gazing at wasn't aware of it, when in truth, they both knew. And if their eyes would happen to lock at each other at the same time, they would freeze and find themselves sinking in each other's souls. He in her brown ones and she in his black hues. In those mere moments, no matter how small they were, they would say so much without uttering a single word.
Breathing in the same air, sharing a drink from the same glass, a simple brush of fingers, in the midst of these small happenings they got together. It's not like they weren't before. It just wasn't said out aloud. It wasn't noticeable but now it was.

Roy huffed irritably and looked down at the papers. He realized he had been staring at the same spot on the page for more than five minutes.

'At this rate I won't be able to complete this work…' the colonel thought miserably' Come on, Mustang…..motivate yourself…..you can pull this shit. You have been in worst scenarios before!'

At least they weren't boring, unlike this one.

'Just focus. After you finish this, you get to go home, have a fine dinner, and take a relaxing bath. A bubble bath, don't forget that. And you get to cuddle with Riza….maybe hear her mumbling as well'

The latter thought made him smile.
Last night, Roy made a discovery regarding his beloved. Riza used to sleep talk back when Bradley was still the king. That habit didn't stay long enough though. On the contrary, it only got improved.
Riza still mumbles, only this time she's conscious. Those sayings aren't just vague words. They are more like confessions.

Roy was rather fond of cuddling, Riza wasn't, but who the hell was listening to her?
With a sigh, she would wrap her arms around his sweat-covered back, as Roy would burrow his face in her neck and would wait for sleep to invade them.
It was late in night did he hear the whispers….

"You would think that people change…but they don't. Someone should shoot the person who said that….."

Roy stopped mid-snore; what was this?

"Because you certainly haven't…."

'Is she talking about me?' the colonel wondered.

For one moment, Roy suspected that she might be talking to someone on phone. But then he remembered that the phone was kept in the other room. The wire wasn't that long, making it unable to cross it to the other room. So that option was out of the window.

It was safe to presume that she was talking to herself then.

'Has she started sleep talking again?'
Roy cracked open his one eye, but it was of no use because all he could see was the neck and jawline of Riza; Drats.

Riza sighed and Roy waited.

"You won't do your work. You slack off as usual…"

At this, Mustang's heart sank. To say it rather plainly and obviously, Hawkeye was bitching about him to herself in the middle of night! How cruel.

"You come late to office. And look for ways to avoid your paperwork….."

A pause, another breath.

"But then, it won't be you…."Riza said, her voice now becoming soft. She was tracing circles on his skin, making him shiver inwardly.

"It won't be you if you don't laze off. It won't be you if you don't flaunt. It won't be you if you don't want anything fancy, it won't be you if you stop flirting with pretty woman on sidewalks…."

The hand stopped stroking his back. Roy listened tentatively for more.

"Even though it's just a ruse but they sure are lucky that they get to bask under your attention…."

'Was Hawkeye jealous?' That made Roy's insides melt. He has no idea that his precious was envious.

"But then, you smile at me, you wink at me knowing too well just how risky that is. You kiss me like there's no tomorrow. You cuddle with me like a baby and because of these very reasons…..i fell for you….. Damn you Colonel"
With that being said, Riza kissed the crown of her boyfriend's head. She then fluffed his black hair, flattening it against the nape of his neck.

The colonel was in awe. Riza has always been quiet. She never voiced her opinions or feelings, until asked. She mostly kept to herself, following the protocol expected from everyone serving in military.
Roy can't deny the fact that he himself found Riza a little blank when he was learning Flame Alchemy from her father. It was after some while, did he realize that the girl wasn't gloomy. She was an enigma, a puzzle whose secrets were waiting to be unraveled like ribbons from spools.
Most of them were out, with this now adding to the list that Riza rants about Roy to herself during nocturnal hours. It made him smile.

Just then there was a thud and Roy snapped out from his trance. He looked up and saw Riza was holding a closed book, disapproval shadowing her features. That was quite a loud shutting of a book.

"Hey Lieutenant" he addressed a little sheepishly.
"I was going to get myself a cup of coffee. You could take some too as well" The blonde lady began.
"Ah sure….."
"I shall get it sir"

Before Riza could leave the room, Roy called out; "Hey Lieutenant"
"Yes sir?"

Roy blew a kiss before adding" Don't forget the sugar"
Cheeks flaming, Riza muttered" It only happened once sir!"

Roy laughed while Riza left to fetch coffee, bristling all the while.

No way in hell was he going to confront his girlfriend about this habit of hers. Riza would never compliment him on his face, because she knows what it will do to his ego, so she settled for this. Quite a neat trick, but Mustang was ten steps ahead of her. Besides if looked closely, they are actually endearments for him and probably one of the ways of wheedling some truth out of her.

Strange it was but nevertheless it's contains fondness. And for now, that was enough for him.

Please leave a review so I shall know that whether I should continue this or not, thank you
~Noni.