Author's note: I do not own FMA or its characters. I also do not own the song titles.

Price of Fire – Dancing Across Her Skin

It was another one of those damn military events, and this one was worse than the others because the invitation had specified that all women attending must wear appropriate evening attire. That meant no uniform for her, not even her dress uniform. So despite the fact that she was here to make sure no one killed her colonel, Riza was stuck with a silk evening gown which made concealing her weapons more than difficult. Of course, her dress was remarkably simple compared to the other woman here. She didn't care; she was here for a purpose that necessitated that she could run in her dress, which was why she was wearing a pair of dancing slippers concealed by her floor length hem instead of fashionable heels.

The colonel always danced with her once at these things which was why he was making a beeline for her now. As he led her onto the dance floor, she caught sight of a young woman setting music on the piano. She knew that girl, the musician from the summer before Ishvar. The one who had written that song for her during Ishvar. She had an uncanny perchance for lyrics that had been evident in the song she'd sent Riza before. Once again it proved to be true as she began to sing. Riza was suddenly aware of the lines that felt like fire against her back. She looked up at the colonel. This was their song, their unspoken promise. Even if the singer didn't know it, she had created something that described the two of them perfectly. After all, they both knew the price of fire.