Hey. this is my story about Riza and Ed. no smut or anything. just pure cuteness. im pretty sure another author has come up with a story like this so i give whoever that is credit for the plot line or whatever.

i do not own FMA and you know it.

(Edwards POV)

Mine

It was a strange ritual we shared.

Every morning I would wake up, and head over to Riza's room so she could braid my hair. Al always used to do it, but I like it better when she does it.

Every morning I would wake up, and after she was done I would kiss her on the cheek.

It was a shared connection between us I guess. She knew I wasn't good with sharing my feelings. Or just talking about emotions in general. So I think it was my way of thanking her. And she knew that.

I woke up this morning, and went over Riza's room. She was waiting for me as always. But instead of walking to the chair by her desk I just stood in the doorway.

"Something wrong?" she asked me while taking a sip of her coffee.

I just stared at her for a moment before coming around to my thoughts.

"Errm..no sorry." I said taking my seat.

And she braided my hair.

I love it when she braids my hair. I wouldn't ever miss out on a chance. I love it how she ran her fingers over my scalp. Making sure my hair was knot free. I love how the sensation makes me feel so good. Like someone cares.

Like she cares.

And she did it so gently. Not like Al. He used to yank and pull. But she likes braiding my hair I think. And I love the way it looks when she is finished too. It doesn't come out when im going through the day, and I love that because my hair gets in my way a lot of the times.

She is finished but im still sitting.

"Edward?"

Oh, and that's another thing I love about her. She uses my first name. My whole first name. Not Ed, Edo, Shrimp, or any annoying nickname.

Just Edward.

I turn around and I don't know exactly what I want.

"Riza? Can I braid your hair?" I ask timidly fiddling with my thumbs a little. I can feel my cheeks heat up.

There is silence and I know what she is thinking. She is going to kick me out. What if she thinks im a freak now? Obsession with hair? Argh! I knew I should have never asked her! What have I done? I just ruined my relationship with her! What if I never see her again? Oh my god I cant handle that! I would die without her I need her! I-...

"Sure." she says breaking my neurotic train of thought. So simple. Just like that.

So she sits down, and im standing behind her my hands trembling. I start off a little nervous, but after a few minutes my hands take a mind of their own.

Im running my fingers down her scalp they way she does it. Her hair is so much longer than mine.

A light gold color all the way down to her hips. Neatly cut. Not a split end in sight,

my hands are working expertly. Weaving in and out. I know how to braid by heart. Mother taught me at the tender age of four.

I don't know how women just know things.

I finish up and view my handiwork.

"Beautiful." I whisper without thinking. I immediately turn a bright shade of pink.

"What was that?" Riza asks turning her head a little so she could see me out of the corner of her eye.

But I know she knows what I said because she is smiling.

I clear my throat nervously.

"Uuuargh...umm yeah well I should umm get umm going.." I sputter my words a little.

And I kiss her cheek.

Always the left one.

And I leave my lips pressed there longer than usual.

And I show myself out.

Finis