Genre: Fluff
The Kiss between: Roy and Black Hayate (yes! The dog!)
Spoilers: Also minimal. Takes place after the end of the series, but the only hint at a spoiler is the fact that Al makes an appearence, and if you don't know what happens to him at the end of the series, you may be a bit confused (unless you aren't really paying attention)
A/N: Once or twice, I used the shortened version of Black Hayate's name: Braha (comming from Buraku hayate, would bepronounced Buraha, but I removed the u).
Theme 3: Even though I've kissed you
"Did you have to bring the dog?" Roy scowled at the black and white furball of energy as Black Hayate curiously sniffed at a butterfly before barking in delight, scaring off the colourful creature.
"He needs to be let out once in a while. It's not good to keep him cooped up in the office all day." Riza laid down a green cloth on the grass and placed the picnic basket on it. Roy sat against a tree trunk and sulked.
"I suppose it's alright, then, to keep me in that office?"
"I let you come, too, didn't I?" Riza handed her superior a sandwich and sat back to watch Havoc and Winry play Frisbee with Den. The countryside of Rizembul was rich in colour and the air was lean and fresh—a stark contrast to the stuffy office building in which she and Roy now worked.
Roy harrumphed and took an indignant bite out of his sandwich. Braha happily bounced up to Roy and pawed at his leg. "No." Braha barked in response and climbed onto Roy's lap so he could lick him in the face.
"He likes you, see?" Riza smiled at Roy as he wiped the dog slobber off his face. "Now, why don't you give the guy some food?"
"Hmph." Roy tore off a bit of sandwich and let the dog sniff it before using it to lead the young husky-mutt off of his lap. "Just because I've kissed you," Roy said, addressing the dog, "doesn't mean you can take advantage of me." Riza snorted and sipped her iced tea. "You, on the other hand, can do what you please whenever you'd like." Riza coughed as the cool liquid went down her windpipe. When she recovered, her face had become an interesting shade of pink.
"Ms. Hawkeye!" Alphonse bounded up to the two, drenched in sweat from the heat and activity. "I did it! I beat Mr Armstrong!"
"Oh, did you?" Riza did her best to suppress her embarrassment. "Well, that's cause for celebration!"
As everyone munched on the picnic lunch Sheizka and Winry had made, Roy's hand slipped around Riza's, and only Braha noticed.
