I don't really like to start off with Author's Notes, but I want to explain a few things first. This is a set of drabbles I'm writing for my favorite pairings of FMA. There is a specific set, so I won't be doing requests for this. Sorry. The majority of these will be canon, but a couple of them are only hinted at. There is one that will be entirely crack though. They are written to songs I randomly chose that put me in the mood to write the couple. That said, these are not songfics and you don't have to be familiar with the song to enjoy the fic.

That's all for the precursor.

Hohenheim/Trisha

Angel – Sarah McLachlan

It hadn't been a whirlwind romance, not by any means. Especially when one considered how long it took from him to bring himself to talk to her without stuttering or getting flustered.

However, Trisha had been patient with him. It was more than he deserved. And yet, despite what he deserved, there he was lying in bed with this wonderful and gorgeous woman at his side. If he hadn't had his hand on her hip and felt her warmth, he would have thought this was all a dream.

He wasn't worth it. Trisha should have someone who she could grow old and die with. Not him. Not the monster.

In her sleep, Trisha mumbled something and moved in closer to Hohenheim's warmth.

She was so beautiful.

Caught in the whirlpool of memories, he sighed. His breath moved some strands of her chestnut hair. They fell back in her face.

"Hohenheim?" her sleepy voice called to him, "What are you still doing up?"

His eyes looked at the hand resting on Trisha's hip. "Just thinking," he told her.

Trisha gave an exasperated smile. Reaching up, she brushed a strand of golden hair out of his face. "You spend so much time 'just thinking'," she commented. "Most of the time, I can't even tell what you're thinking about." Her hand drifted to his cheek.

Before her hand could fall back to her side, Hohenheim caught it. He enjoyed the feel of her soft hand on his face. "This time," he found himself saying, "I was thinking of you."

The smile that graced her face was beautiful enough to make him swoon all over again. He sank down on the bed next to her. Still keeping a hold of her hand, he kissed her palm. Breathing her scent in, he closed his eyes. He opened them again. This time, his golden gaze matched hers. "I love you."

Smiling even wider and her cheeks flushing a light pink, Trisha leaned forward. She moved their hands out of the way and kissed him. "I love you more."

This is where I admit I feel completely ridiculous when writing romance and this is practice for me. Seriously, I get so embarrassed writing romance that doesn't devolve into comedic antics in some way that I had a hard time finishing it when I took a little break for whatever it was. Even now, I am almost regretting even thinking of putting this up to your eyes and hiding my face in my hands. Maybe writing these will relieve some of my embarrassment where this genre is involved.

Anyway, this is Elf and I hope you will enjoy these little drabbles of romance.