Lullabies
A/N: I felt the need to throw in a note here to apologize for being totally A-WOL for the past two weeks! I had intended to update this fic much more, but of course, school got in the way. But for now I should be back on track! :) Thanks for putting up with my hectic life!
If ever there was a time that Roy Mustang truly believed in gifts from a God, it was moments like these. Her voice was like an angel sent straight from the heaven he didn't believe in. It was soft, comforting, and warm, and it was as though her voice wrapped around him like a warm blanket, enveloping him completely. There he lay in her delicate, strong arms, as she softly sang him a traditional Xingese lullaby that his mother often sang to him as a child. Riza was warm and comforting, and for a moment he was able to lose himself in the moment. Their two exposed bodies intertwined under the blankets, and her smell of sweet honey and peaches encircled him, and for an instant he'd forgotten that his best friend, Maes Hughes, had been murdered in cold blood in a telephone booth, and that his funeral was tomorrow. She was exceptionally good at distracting him, and as she lightly fingered through his now messy hair, she softly sang him to sleep with only perfect images of her in his mind.