Frame

Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.
-Gilbert K. Chesterton

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA nor the quote at the top.

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Roy sat at his desk not doing his paper work, as usual, but instead he was gazing over at the most beautiful creation or masterpiece he had ever seen, Riza Hawkeye.

He was staring at his subordinate. Luckily, for him she had not yet felt his gaze burning her skin.

He loved her in every way. The way she would so diligently worked on her paper work with her tongue clenched tightly, slightly hanging out of her mouth in thought, seemed to arouse him ever so slightly. He wanted to taste that tongue for a long while, but there was no way she loved him the same way he loved her. She would think any attempt he made to hit on her would be an empty hearted request form a womanizer, right?

She had a pair of glasses on to read the small fine print on the documents. He kept staring at her until she finally spoke without looking up from her work, "Is there something wrong with me, Sir?"

In his trance he spoke a bit slurred, "Not…at…all."

She could sense the bit of lust that lingered in his voice, but she tried her best to ignore it. A small blush appeared on her face as she tried to cover it.

"Right," she cleared her throat, "then perhaps you should finish or begin your work."

He nodded his head slightly as he cleared his thoughts and began working.

'That's unusual; usually I have to point a gun at his head.' She thought as she too, began to finish the last document she had left.

He momentarily gazed up at her figure as she approached his desk. She was done with her paper work. She came very close to his face and came to eye level. He could feel her hot breath.

Through the glasses he could see her beautiful golden almost auburn eyes.

She took one hand and lifted the glasses off her face.

"Here, Sir, you wouldn't want your eyes going bad looking at the fine print." She slipped the glasses on him with a slight giggle.

He looked up slightly stunned, but this was his opportunity, He knows she cares he would take the plunge. On impulse of closeness, he kissed her.

She was now stunned as well.

"I'll kill myself if I never told you this, but I love you like no other woman." He kissed her again.

"Well I guess now's a good time to tell you, I feel the same way about you." She blushed a new 20 shades of red because of his confession and her own along with the kisses.

Later that night he stared at her form yet again and thought, 'Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.' He wiped a few golden strands of hair away from her angelic sleeping face.

The night was perfect and so was she. He lifted her hand from his side and kissed it before he too fell asleep.

A/N: TADA! What do you think? I thought the title was dumb, but what the hell! I am pleased with the fluff I added and I hope you liked it! Did the quote match? R&R please!

As Always,

Ciao 4 now!