I feel like this is bordering on cheesy. Actually, it's not just bordering on cheese, it's dripping in cheesy fluff sauce. Read at your own risk. Disclaimer applies.
Life
They had finally been handed down something other than pain for once. Finally, they had been blessed by the mysterious force known as life, so blessed that neither of them dared to believe it was real. Riza looked down at the new gold band that adorned her finger, marveling at how someone like her had ever been allowed to adorn herself with a symbol of such happiness. Roy, she suspected, felt much the same, judging by the way he alternately looked at her and then to his hand, back and forth again until Riza could not contain her chuckles.
"What's so funny?" he asked, somewhat defensively.
"Oh, it's nothing, really," Riza smiled at her new husband (what a strange word—she had never thought she would have ever been privileged enough to use it during her lifetime). "I just never knew that gold held such a fascination for you."
Roy paused, a soft blush growing on his cheeks slowly. "Gold has always been a source of fascination for me." He reached over and ran his fingers through her hair once, then leaned over to kiss her gently. Riza smiled at him and caught his hand as it fell from her hair, entwining her fingers with his.
"Alchemists," she smirked at him before making her tone more business-like. "Well, we can't reminisce all night, Fuhrer. Eventually, we do need to get some business taken care of." She tugged him not-so-subtly toward the bedroom—there were traditions to keep, after all. Roy was only too happy to follow her lead.