Kisses
They weren't allowed to do this. They shouldn't do this. And in the back of her mind, she knew that. But her one solace was in this single moment (or several) each day. The way he tilted his head ever so slightly into hers, coupled by the fact that his lips were as soft as newborn skin was what brought Riza to cloud nine. On a good day, he would throw in a little playful nibble to her bottom lip to lighten the weight of the consequences of their actions. However, her favorite thing about being with Roy like this was the way he was so vulnerable under her slightest touch. Sometimes she would run her hand up to the base of his neck and play with the little hairs on the back, just tickling them a bit, and the pressure of his kiss would move into a lighter, more genuine atmosphere. She knew they shouldn't do this often, that it was dangerous to be openly flinging this kind of emotion around. But in the end his soft lips, gentle caresses, and onyx eyes couldn't stop the butterflies from returning anew within her all over again.