Though I haven't watched the episodes in quite some time, I was just doting on the episode "Sacrifices" from FMA: Brotherhood and wrote a short drabble for Roy and Riza that follows the end of said episode. I do not own the characters, but please enjoy and feel free to review :)
It was like the first note struck in a song.
The woman gasped as though she had been drowning. The man scrabbled across the floor, falling to his knees and grabbing her shoulders as if to shake her awake. Her eyes swept open and she found herself in the arms of her commander.
He was muttering something under his breath and even at such a close distance she could not hear him. Her mind swam from the brink of death. Unconsciously her fingers dug into the front of his uniform. Her eyes were red but burned dry, she had no tears in the wake of her bodily shock.
"…I can't lose you," was the first thing she could truly hear. Then came the concerned murmurs, and someone was spitting viciously across the room.
She looked to him and nearly felt herself slip away again—the look on his face was enough to knock her down. Mustang looked ready to sob, but all he did was hold her tighter still. She clung to his blue robes and pulled closer, her lips ghosting his throat. Her eyes squeezed shut and she listened as his heart hammered against her side.
The first thing she opened her eyes to after that brush with death was Mustang. It seemed surreal. Thinking of it she drew another gasp, still with eyes closed, and considered that she was still cradled in his arms. She suddenly felt tears well in the corners of her eyes. She pressed her lips to his neck, the motion hidden by her shoulder. His fingers dug into her for a fraction of a second.
She winced as the man across the room continued to hiss in their direction. Though she could barely hear the man—she was listening to his heart even out, falling in sync with hers. Once more she kissed the skin of his throat, breathing Mustang's scent and the faint smell of fire that ribboned off his flesh. She felt him pull her closer, the way his muscles tensed, the way they both wished they could have locked lips instead. She would never let him in the face of the state marksmen as she would never let him jeopardize the job he loved.
Mustang's head fell and he buried his face in her hair. It was in that moment that a silent exchange occurred.
I will love you if you will have me. But know this: I cannot survive without you.