The room was dark, heavy. Spots of blurred white painted the black, seeping in from the half open window. The silence was broken by the rain; that and the sound of their breathing
Riza lay in Roy's arms, her skin sticking to his. His fingertips left little sensations of warmth along her hip, her chest rising and falling evenly, finally beginning to catch her breath.
The rain beat softly against the glass window, the rhythm sporadic and pure. Riza inhaled slowly, his smell intoxicating. She put her lips to his collar, unmoving, wanting him—but her body was coaxing her to sleep instead.
Roy smiled, his eyes closed, as he held her closer. He kissed the top of her head gently, nuzzling his nose into her hair. Riza placed her head into the crook of his neck, kissing lazily.
"I love you," Roy muttered without thought, half asleep. Riza felt herself smile against his skin, a feeling of warmth filling her. The rain kept cascading, hard and heavy.
"I love you, too."