Author's Note: I do not own FMA or its characters.
Come In From the Rain
It was a dreary, rainy, grey day. Riza puttered around the kitchen in no hurry. Saturdays like these where she had little to do besides routine housework and grocery shopping were rare. She enjoyed their peace and quietness. Hayate was napping. The puppy had been worn out by their trip to the market and back. That left her alone with her thoughts which right now were centered on what to fix for dinner. Riza was by no means an incredibly talented cook, but she could manage the basics and enjoyed cooking when she actually had the time for it.
She had finally settled on making soup and one of her favorite bread dishes from her childhood. Both were best served warm and were good on a gloomy day like today. They were comfort food, and that sounded good to her. The kettle whistled, and Riza began fixing herself a pot of tea when there was a knock at the door. With a frown, she went to answer it. She wasn't expecting any visitors this evening.
On the other side of the door Riza found a dripping wet Roy Mustang. She sighed.
"Stay there. I'll get a towel.
Riza didn't know what had brought him here tonight. They had no plans to meet up this weekend. But whatever had brought him here, she wasn't going to let him go out in the rain again. Once she was sure he wouldn't drip all over the floor, Riza led him into the apartment. Roy was silent through out it call. He didn't need to speak though. She knew him well enough to hear him without words. Something had shaken Roy, and he had come to her for comfort.
She shooed him into the shower and fetched some clothes of his that she had for him to change into. Riza wasn't about risk him getting sick; she didn't even want to think of what the office would look like if that happened. Besides, Roy was not a good patient, and she would prefer to spend their time alone together in other ways than nursing him back to health. With Roy taken care of, Riza returned to the kitchen to check on dinner and to fix Roy a cup of tea as well.
He padded up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Something smells good." He pressed a kiss to her neck.
"Dinner won't be ready for another ten minutes." She handed him the cup of tea. "Go set the table."
Roy stole a kiss before collecting the dishes from her cabinets. They worked together in companionable silence. Riza truthfully loved moments like these. Simple, domestic, normality that they so seldom had a chance to share. Roy served them both soup while Riza pulled the bread from the oven. She smiled when she saw that the cheese on top had turned a golden brown color. Perfect. This had always been one of her favorite meals as a child. Of course, it had also been one of the few things she could cook herself perfectly well.
They discussed any number of random topics over dinner, all of them lighthearted. The food left Riza feeling warm and content. It was simple but filling, and its warmth banished the some of the gloom brought by the weather outside. Afterwards, she and Roy curled up together on her couch under an old quilt. Riza was content to simply rest in Roy's arms. He had not spoken of what had brought him here tonight at all, but in truth it really didn't matter much. Whatever the issue had been, in the time he'd been here in her apartment, Roy had relaxed and found whatever comfort he had needed. Riza let out a soft sigh, and Roy dropped a kiss on the top of her head. It continued to rain outside, but here they were warm, safe, and happy. It was the best way to spend a rainy night: together.
Theme: In the Rain; Disheveled
