Ack, I'm sorry for not updating guys, but my computer decidely to break down on me. I dunno, I kicked something under the desk and suddenly the Internet stopped working O.o Anyhow, eventually I just starting messing around with some of the wires and fixed it by sheer luck.
I'll post this now, sleep, post a one-shot I have written, write and hoepfully post more tomorrow, lol.
Useless
Wow, I've been writing lots of het recently. I feel proud XD
No warnings or spoilers really...Roy and Riza make such a great couple.
It was raining. It had been raining for the past week.
And it hadn't goddamn stopped.
His hands twitched sporadically as he raised his umbrella to fend off the relentless tirade of water.
Really, you'd think that eventually the moisture in the air would just…run out, or something. But it just. Wouldn't. Stop.
Incessant, unstoppable, invincible.
It made his weakness too clear, his vulnerability too open…
"Sir."
…his uselessness too real.
"First Lieutenant, I think I am perfectly capable of walking home unassisted," he snapped, not even looking at her, refusing to acknowledge her presence at his side.
"It's raining, sir."
He could have sworn he heard a smirk behind her words, but when he did turn to face her, her features were indifferent and unreadable as always.
"Yes, First Lieutenant, I am aware of that."
He then proceeded to lengthen his stride angrily.
She kept pace with him.
"Do you mind, First Lieute-" as he whirled on her again, his brain ground to a halt. Something about the way she was looking at him, eyes dark and…predatory…?
"-nant…?"
"Roy." She took a step towards him.
Suddenly his mouth felt dry.
"Lieutenant Hawke-"
She placed one slender finger on his lips, effectively cutting off all attempts at communication.
"…sometimes, Roy," the way she said his name was soft, unhurried, perfect.
He couldn't take his eyes off of her lips…too near, but far too far away…
"…sometimes, it's okay to show weakness in front of those you trust."
His soft gasp was unheard over the erratic beating of his heart and suddenly her lips were on his, electric and magnificent, and he dropped the umbrella to rest his hands at her waist.
They remain like that, the rain drenching them as it continued to pour. When Hawkeye finally pulled back, they remained embraced and she rested her head contentedly on his shoulder.
Her voice, when she spoke, was low and genuine and…affectionate…?
"…I could never think of you as useless, Roy."
His only response was to hold her closer, never wanting to let go.
--Owari--