;-; I'm crying right now(not literally but inside haha). I don't want this story to be over! I seriously loved writing this and it was awesome to see all the love and reviews and I really really appreciate everyone who followers this until the very end. Geez there's so much I could say right here, but I won't because ill just become an even bigger blubbering idiot...so I hope you've enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I would also like to inform you about another Royi story I'll be writing eighth the 100 prompts thingy. So yeah that'll be up soon. Gaaaah I'll stop rambling now and let you read!
Love your's truly,
twinkeypop21
He woke, his face against her neck, and the window darkened with night. Their bodies were bare upon each other, and he had almost forgotten their intimacy the night before. His face colored; it was not the fist time he had shared a night with a woman, but this was different. This was Riza. It was his first time laying with a woman he had truly loved, cherished. And that was an understatement, she was his everything.
Her body was warm, and he shivered when the heavy sheets fell from his shoulders as he pushed away from her. He regretted it. She was molded to him, as though their bodies were always meant to lie next to each other. As though God, if there was a God, had created her for him and him for her. And it was a miracle that she loved him.
She stirred, Roy assumed because of the absence of heat, and hoped it was because somehow she sensed an absence of him. Stretching over her, he plucked the silver pocket watch from off the nightstand and flicked it open. It was a little over three in the morning, and he inwardly cursed, knowing he only had two and a half hours at best to stay by her side. Riza shifted, turning her back to him. His fingers moved on their own accord, pressing against the terrible scar he burnt into her, and down over the thick lines that covered her back. They were not ugly to him. They couldn't be ugly to him. Otherwise he would have agreed it made her ruined, but there was not a single thought in his mind that she was anything less than perfection. No, it was this scar that had damaged her. It was he who made her less than the perfection she could have been.
She was his shadow. The strength behind his actions, and the promise of protection if and when he took over this nation. Many who knew the two would think that she was his support, and in a way they were right; she was the single source of his power and strength, always there to keep him together...but she was also his weakness- her loss would certainly come to his greatest downfall. And he knew he would gladly die before living without her. He shivered, his fingers traveling over her back before pausing on the small mole that separated her shoulders to her neck.
Roy almost flinched when she caught his hand, turning to far him. There was no embarrassment in her eyes, no shame in what she saw before her. But it was something much different, something that scared Roy. The look that she too would sacrifice everything. Brushing her hair behind her delicate face he studied her carmine eyes before swooping down to kiss her lightly. A brush of skin on skin and she had hooked her fingers in his hair, holding him to her, and he pressing her closer to him. This warmth was enough, enough to make him want to lie with her for the rest of his life. To never rise so as to not have to leave her. Because she was not his any longer. She was Bradley's.
Cold hands collided with hot skin, causing Roy to shudder. Riza had pressed her graceful fingers to his own burn, the burn that saved his life, that saved hers as well.
"We're both marked." She said, hovering over him, her chest and stomach pressed against his own chest and stomach. Her hair fell around Roy's face, curtaining their faces like a sunlit haze.
"You saved us both." She whispered before lowering her lips to his again. And he took her face in his hands as their teeth clashed in their passion. Her fingers left tingling trails where she touched his neck and jaw and chest.
"I hurt you," he whispered to her- her arms wrapped around his neck, and her eyes closed.
"Never." Riza pressed herself farther into his chest, the feeling almost overbearing, but perfect nonetheless.
"Never," she whispered once more before breathing deeply. Roy's fingers traced circles on her lower back, slowly working their way up to meet her hay-blonde hair.
"I love you," and her words made his heart skip a beat before he smiled to himself.
"I love you, too." He let himself soak in her presence as his own eyes closed again. Two hours would never be enough, not even on the days she was beside him. Not even on the days he knew he would hurt her. The days it hurt to look at her because it was she who would hurt him. He was sure of it. Sure that through all their pain, hardship and pent up feelings, she was the one he was meant to lie with; to die with. And letting his body go slack, he couldn't think of any other way of spending his life.
Maybe when I'm führer I'll be worthy enough to we'd this beautiful woman, and he couldn't help the smile on his face as he fell deeply into the sweet smell of lavender and Riza, letting those two hours take him back to sleep.
