Cologne and cigarettes. That was what he always smelled like, but really she didn't mind. Well the cologne anyway, she thought the cigarettes we a nasty habit but the smoke complemented the cologne in some weird way. It was a smell that made her just want to stay cuddled next to him forever. Her head was resting on his chest, her arms wrapped around his middle, while he held her close. He watched her in the silent darkness thinking about how peaceful and happy she looked in her sleep. Was the happiness because she was with him or was she just having a good dream? Or was it false? Was she putting on an act just to lead him to believe she was happy when she was miserable? Was she planning to leave him just like all of the others? No. She wasn't like all of the others; Riza was different if she was unhappy she would have told him. Besides all of the others had left him for Mustang, but Riza had told him herself that Roy just wasn't her type. She had said that she wanted a relationship with meaning not just some one-night fling. And Jean made sure there was meaning, whether it was sending her flowers, or cards, or the numerous times everyday that he told her that he loved her. And if wasn't an empty I love you; she knew that he meant it with every ounce of his being. He was then thrown out of his thoughts when he felt her stir and mutter his name. "What is it?" he asked gently "I love you" was her sleepy sounding reply. He couldn't help but smile as he kissed the top of her head, "I love you too Riza"
Ok yeah I know that even by one-shot standards this is short but I really couldn't think of anything to add to if that wouldn't ruin it. This is just one of those pieces that is meant to be short.