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for Humor Queen Merc, who suggested a wedding night crack!drabble. this has crack and fluff. what more can a person want!
Somehow Riza Hawkeye thought that marriage would change things. At least a little. There should be some sort of glow, some warm fuzzy content feeling that she was supposed to bask in. There had to be something that made getting in and out of that god be damned dress worthwhile. She had refused to let him get married in his uniform, and in response he had informed her, in a very dry voice, that if he wasn't allowed in uniform then neither was she. He must have expected her to back down at that point, for he had been very surprised when she then demanded a color scheme for the wedding so she could pick out a dress.
She was out of the dress. She was married. She had had an excellent dinner, some fantastic cake, and had the pleasure of seeing Winry catch the bouquet at the reception, which had prompted a rather astounding blush from Alphonse. It had been, all in all, a fantastic evening. Even Riza liked to be fussed over every now and then…
There really was little else that changed. The marriage was a formal designator, nothing else really, no magical procedure that altered some essential facet of life. Some things would never change. She glanced over at a sleeping Roy, smiled a little at the peacefully happy expression on his relaxed face, at the way his hair was mussed and how his left arm was slung over his chest as he snored lightly. He really could be rather….adorable….
It was a damn shame he was a blanket hog. Even on her wedding night. Riza Hawkeye sighed, whistled Black Hayate over, and convinced him to settled down on the foot of the bed, then waited. That dog could never ignore the lure of feet…AHA! She watched Black Hayate paw his way underneath the blankets, watched Roy twitch a bit in his sleep…waited for the perfect moment…
Her strategy worked. She saw his hands unclench from their hold on the blankets, watched him start to roll over, and pulled. Blanket securely in hand she snapped, calling Black Hayate up away from the foot of the bed, patted him on the head and settled down to sleep. They were quirky males, Black Hayate and Roy Mustang, but they were hers. And maybe that was worth that dress.
Roy spooned against her with a sigh, and she smiled. Yeah, it was worth the dress. Even the lacey gloves Roy had talked her into as well. The shoes though…he would have to prove to her that those were worth it. Some other time though. Now, she was just too damn comfortable.