Disclaimer: Don't own FMA.
Author's Note: Short and sweet. Not brilliant, but kinda cute, I think.
Theme 72 :: Drawing a Boundary Line
When they first confessed their feelings for one another, Roy and Riza had decided there must be boundaries, limits to their affection.
When it started, they had settled for the minimal amount of display. The occasional shared smile, eyes lingering longer than they once had. Fingers brushing just a tad longer and more deliberately when passing paperwork back and forth.
After some time, they decided to be a little lax in their rules. There was now time for secret hand-holdings, just a light grasp, barely a few seconds long. They'd often touch one another's hair, or press their feet or legs together under the table in the mess hall.
Eventually there were light kisses to each other's cheeks, foreheads and hair, always in private. Sometimes they would go to each other's apartments for dinner, and would spend the latter half of the evening simply curled up on the couch, hands clasped tightly between them.
It was on the one-year anniversary of their confession that they shared their first kiss. There were many that followed, but they were short and sweet, passion blocked by their self-imposed boundaries.
A few months later they finally gave in and were necking like hormone-riddled teenagers, finding every and any opportunity for a brief, heated make out session, anywhere from his office desk to her kitchen table, but it never proceeded any further.
When it had been a year and a half and one of these frantic explorations had managed to find itself on his bed, they finally decided to Hell with boundaries.
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