Title: Apples

Style: Drabble
Genre: Fluff, General
Rating: PG

Another one written for Crazy-FullMetal-Girl as a get better present.


"Thirty-nine. You're boiling up Roy"
Riza held the thermometer at an angle so she could inspect the level properly.
"Maybe a tad over as well." She looked over at him. "This means you are sick. It means," she pushed him back into a reclining position, "no work." She looked at him expectedly. "And you're not excited at that?"
"No, I'm burning up and I feel horrible. Trust me, work's better than this." He theatrically held a hand to his forehead.
"Maybe it's just as well, I'm going in to get some work for you to do while you're sitting in bed here."
She unfolded her legs from the bed and went to place the thermometer back in the bathroom, Roy watching her purple pyjamaed back.

He hadn't known she be like this after all the dates and the engagement ring that was waiting to be turned into a wedding ring.
He was almost as worried as she was at his illness about her caring side.
Sure, he had seen her coo over Black Hayate a few times, but nothing like rolling over in the middle of the night and waking him up JUST to take his temperature.
So, not only was he feverish and grouchy, he was tired and to top it all off, she hadn't even touched him (aside from taking his temperature) for fear of getting it herself.

He slumped back as she returned, throughly bedraggled and irritable.
He didn't even notice that she went out of the room again and came back.
He was feeling depressed at the thought of doing paperwork while he was sick, being sick and not having any contact with Riza for the next few days.

"Not even a lousy kiss!" He threw the heavy coverlet off his sweltering torso. The nightshirt that he wore would be enough to keep him warm.
He was feverish.

A cool hand pulled the coverlet back up.
"No, we've got to keep you warm." Riza's hand resisted against his attempt to pull it back down.
"We don't need you getting a chill on top of this fever." She sat down beside him, Roy vaguely noticing that she was wearing a shift instead of her usual black top and underwear; what she usually wore under her uniform.
"I'll be going in just to get some paperwork for us to do and to tell the reception that both of us are taking sick leave." She wiped at his face and neck with a freezingly cold flannel.
"So don't have any ideas of running away to escape it."
Despite being near freezing the flannel was almostly godly as it wiped away his sweat and cooled his skin.
"That why you're wearing a dress?"

She nodded and left the cold flannel in a bowl on the bedside.
"It's a day off, you know I wear dresses then." She kissed him lightly on his freshly mopped forehead before vacating the room.
Roy's mind was in a state of joy for the next few minutes as he relished the fact he was no longer starved of contact.

He was still elated when he heard a door creak, announcing the arrival of his fiancee.
Not quite so when he saw the tremendous pile in her arms, but a bit more when he saw she had a shopping bag as well. "Medicine?" he croaked.
"Sort of." She placed the stack on her table, which had plenty of space for it and took the bag out with her.
Roy looked sceptically at the pile. There was no way that was all meant for him.
Maybe some of it was meant for her, after all she was taking days off until he got better.
She was scary in the way she looked after him so much.
There were death threats at work, but yet, every time he kissed her, he could feel that she loved, cared, adored, admired him.

He was looking apprehensively at the pile when Riza walked in again holding a plate.
"Open up." She propped her back against the headboard, her dress tucked as neatly as it was possible in an unmade bed and pushed something wet and sticky and SWEET into his mouth.

It was an apple slice.
"To make you feel better." She pushed it further into his mouth, unlike the last time, not on the tip of a knife. Which Roy had to admit was better, it meant his tooth didn't chip. It was a bit too sweet though and he mentioned this as the plate got half empty.
Riza paused, her hand halfway to his mouth and diverted it to her own before reaching over for the flannel, pausing to wipe his face before wiping her fingers of apple juice.
She smiled before putting it back into the bowl and standing up.

"Well, you can start on your share of the paperwork. Since the appples seem to have done their work of making you feel happier." Roy's face paled as she put about half of the paperwork on his chest before sitting back down to finish the apples and writing with one hand.
"Can I have one more then? Please?" Roy whimpered before Riza kissed him and popped another apple slice into his mouth.
"Just do your work silly"