This isn't going to be a very long story, just a few chapters, I think. It's not yet completed, still being revised. Riza and Ed are slightly out of character, so be warned! Reviews welcome. I hope everyone enjoys the story (I'm still fairly new at this).
I do not own FullMetal Alchemist, any rights or characters, but if I did, I'd make Ed taller, at least 5'7"!
Velvety chocolate eyes cracked open, and slowly adjusted to the steadily increasing sunlight. As fuzzy vision gradually claimed clarity, a wave of nausea flushed through her stomach and over her body. "God", she mumbled as she attempted to raise her upper body. That notion quickly left her mind as her body felt oddly weighed down. A spinning sensation forced her head back against the captivating softness of her surroundings. Sighing, she realized where she was – laid out on her plush red sofa. 'Never even made it to bed' she mused to herself.
Riza couldn't remember the last time she'd been hung over, let alone this badly. What the hell was she drinking last night? Just thinking about it made her stomach churn. Taking a deep breath, she decided to let it be for the moment and figure it out later. Her body relaxed as she listened to the slight sounds of the world around her. There was a faint cooing of pigeons on the window ledge and the slight shuffling sound of feet scuffing the floor of the apartment above her. An occasional mild growl or whimper escaped the muzzle of a twitching, sleeping Hayate. These slight stirrings began to lull Riza back to sleep. It was still fairly early, couldn't be past 6 or 7, and a Saturday. No work to go to, just the rest of the weekend to sleep it off and plan how to pretend this never happened when she went back to the office on Monday.
Halfway asleep, she imagined she felt something warm and wet on her lower belly. "Hayate, stop it", she whispered, barely audible, and half-heartedly waved her arm away. That dog was notorious for doing things like this. A mild whimper came from the other side of the room. It took a moment for Riza's mind to start working. Hayate was sleeping on the floor, in the corner of the room. As she raised her head to glance down upon her lower body, her eyes widened from shock by what she saw.
A mass of tawny hair was splayed across the bare skin of her ribcage. In the midst of tangled hair was a face. His eyes were tightly closed and eyebrows furrowed as if he were contemplating something rather complex. Slightly parted lips emitted a steady stream of drool, creating a warm puddle on the skin of her pale belly.
'Oh Shit!' was her mental reply to the scene that lay before her eyes.