There's a part in this story (very short, only a couple of lines) that might be a TW for people, because it kinda implies marital rape. Some people might not think so, but I'd rather be safe then sorry. So there you go.

Riza woke up the next morning at dawn, still in a bad mood.

She turned and glared at Roy. She didn't need or want his sympathy or pity, not when they were just friends and definitely not now that they were married. Even though they were only on day four of being married, they'd woken up the other with warm embraces and butterfly kisses against skin, which lead to some form of intimacy before breakfast, usually with Roy's head nestled between her parted thighs.

"Why are you so obsessed with- ohh!- having your head between my l-legs?"

"Because I love the way you taste."

But this morning Riza didn't want any of that. Didn't want him to hold her, and most certainly didn't want his mouth anywhere on her. Glaring at Roy, whose back was facing her, her Father's words rang out in her head.

As your wife, it's her job to be awake before you.

Shaking her head, she slowly and carefully climbed out of bed, having no desire to awaken her husband, grabbed the clothes she had laid out the night prior, dressed herself and left the bedroom to start coffee for Roy (tea for her and her Father) and breakfast.

Might as well start being a decent and orderly wife.

Grimacing, Riza turned to walk towards her Father's room, and quietly tapped on the door. She heard grumbling and shuffling, and she braced herself in case he was still in a fowl mood from yesterday.

"What is it, Riza?" He groaned, opening the door just a crack.

"Would you like me to make your morning tea now or later?" She asked softly, eyes on the ground.

"What time is it?" He grumbled, more to himself then to his daughter, glancing behind him at the clock on his wall.

"Later." Berthold yawned. "I'll inform you when I want you to start it."

"Yes Father." Riza quickly nodded, turning to leave and go down to the kitchen.

As soon as Roy woke up, twenty minutes later, he knew today wasn't going to be a good day.

All he had done the night before was compliment her. No- reassure her. Inform her that the only person who thought of her as useless was her jackass of a father. But she had snapped, and pushed him away, and he had essentially done the same thing to her.

Idiot!

He knew it was going to take him months, if not years, to get her out of the head space her childhood had put her in. To get it through to her that she was her own person, not an object for her Father to mold and sculpt and break to his liking.

We will not be giving our future children a childhood they have to spend their adulthood's recovering from.

Except that... Riza wasn't an adult yet. Hell Roy was barely an adult himself! But Riza wouldn't be one herself for years. She was still a teenager. Barely a teenager, and already legally wed. She had only been fourteen since mid May, and yet here she was, barely a week into September, as someone's- his- wife. And unless her fears of inheriting her Mother's fertility problems were correct, she would experience motherhood before adulthood.

Roy knew he didn't want to spend the morning being angry at Riza. He didn't want her to be angry at him. So, before he rolled over to face her, he decided that he would treat her the same way she treated him. If she was affectionate and loving, he would be too. If she ignored him, he would ignore her.

Equivalent exchange.

But when he rolled over, he was met with the sight of an empty bed. Huh, I wonder when she got up? Frowning, he got dressed and went to the kitchen, where he hoped was where she'd be.

Riza decided to ignore Roy when he walked into the kitchen. Didn't say a word to him as entered the room with a yawn, scratching the back of his neck. She instead focused on making scrambled eggs for breakfast while he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Riza?"

They both tensed up slightly at the sound of her Father's voice from the top of the stairs. She quickly removed the pan from the stove before rushing to the bottom of the steps.

"Yes Father?" Riza asked.

"Start my tea now. I'll be in my study." He said, turning around and leaving.

"Yes sir."

She went back to the kitchen and served Roy his breakfast, sliding it in front of him without so much as acknowledging him, before going to start her Father's tea. Black Tea with a teaspoon of honey, two teaspoons of sugar, and a splash of cream. Riza always thought how her Father took his tea was revolting, but it was how he had taken it her entire life, and she had been making it for him every morning since she was six years old.

Careful not to spill his tea or eggs, Riza carried the cup and plate up to her Father's study. When she came back, she stood by the stove, eating her now cold scrambled eggs at the counter, her back to Roy.

Frowning, he got up and walked silently walked towards her, turning her around and putting his hands flat on the counter, trapping her between himself and the cabinetry. He decided to ignore the way she tensed up, choosing instead to rest his forehead on her shoulder, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

A thousand thoughts raced through Riza's mind, as she remembered the words her Father had used growing up, before he had chosen Roy to be her husband- long before he even became her Father's apprentice- as he had prepared her for her future as a married woman.

As a wife, you are to always submit yourself to your husband. You are to give yourself to him, when he wants you, how he wants you, and where he wants you. It does not matter if you are in the mood. When it comes to martial relations, your husband is to never- ever- hear the words no or stop escape your lips .

So Riza prepared herself, prepared for Roy to take her then and there in the kitchen, even though she definitely was not in the mood. It wouldn't have been the first time they decided to have sex in the kitchen, they'd done so barely twenty four hours prior.

But Roy didn't initiate sex. He made zero effort to touch her sexually. The only physical contact she received from him was his forehead on her shoulder blade.

"I'm sorry for what I said last night." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I didn't mean for what I said to upset you."

"I'm sorry for how I reacted. I just... don't want your pity... " She sighed, hugging him back.

Roy quickly pulled away from her, opening his mouth to speak, before quickly closing it again. Think before you speak, don't make things worse.

"I didn't... I didn't mean to make it come out sounding like pity." He told her, resting their foreheads together.

Unsure of what to say, Riza simply tilted her chin up to peck him gently on lips.

"How about, in the future, if either of us says something to upset the other, we say something about it? No more going to sleep angry." He suggested.

"No more going to sleep angry." She agreed, smiling at him.

Roy was about to kiss her again, when Riza tensed up, and pushed him away from her. He was concerned, but before he could voice his worries, she was out of the kitchen in long strides, her footsteps racing up the stairs.

Perhaps she had heard her Father and he hadn't?

Riza quickly entered the bathroom, hiked up her skirt, and pulled her underwear down to her knees, trying not to cry out in relief at what she had saw.

Red.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! She screamed inside her head. She pulled her underwear up, fixed her skirt, and quickly walked down the hall to get herself her sanitary cloths and a new pair of underwear.

She returned to the kitchen, ten minutes later, with a wide smile on her face.

"Everything okay?" Roy asked. He was so worried about her. Scared he had done something wrong, that he had said something to upset her. It made Riza as happy as getting her period did. She walked up to him and through her arms around his neck.

"I'm not pregnant. " She whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek.

"Are… are you s-sure?" Roy stuttered.

"I am very sure."

Oh thank God.

Despite Riza's pain and moodiness caused by her period, they spent the rest of the week quite happy, making random conversations and jokes with each other while Roy studied and Riza did housework.

It was a bit strange at night for Riza, sleeping next to Roy fully clothed instead of nude like she had been. He didn't seem to mind, he still snuggled up to her every night, his arms wrapped around her waist as she scrunched up in pain.

"Do you not have any pain medicine?" Roy mumbled in her ear, as she let out a whimper of pain from her cramps.

"No. F-Father s-says I have n-no need for- ow - them." Riza whined.

"Bastard." He growled under his breath. "Do you have a hot water bottle?"

Riza shook her head no.

"Have I mentioned that I despise your old man?" He asked.

She couldn't help but let out a small laugh, as she fought back the tears her cramps caused her. "Nearly every day since he decided it was time for me to become a wife."

Roy sighed, kissing her temple. "You should be in school, not being a wife. Why is your Dad so against you continuing your education."

"It's not just him. Married women need permission from their Husband's to further their education. And- ow- since we still live here, even if you did give me permission to continue going to school, it wouldn't matter. He'd still stop me or he'd kick us both out. Or worse, he'd terminate- ah- our marriage." Riza explained through whimpers and hisses of pain.

If their marriage ever ended in divorce, it would ruin Riza's future. Because they had consummated their marriage, she was no longer considered pure. And even if they hadn't, future potential husbands would deem that something was wrong with her because she was divorced. Only widows were successful in marrying a second time.

"How do you not know these things?" She asked him curiously.

"Central City is clearly much more progressive then other parts of the country. Then again, you're technically the only married woman I know." Roy explained.

"But you know what, as soon as we have our own place, you are continuing your education. You don't have to go to university if you don't want to, but you deserve to have an education higher then what you have."

"B-But what if we have kids?" Riza stammered.

"We'll figure it out when we get there." He cooed, kissing her cheek as he pulled her closer to him.

The day they both dreaded had finally arrived. Roy was leaving early in the morning. They were sad, snuggling each other in bed, not wanting to say goodbye.

"It's going to be so strange, not seeing you here anymore. You've been here every day for four years." Riza pouted.

"It's gonna be weird waking up in a new place. I'm going to miss you so damn much." Roy sighed, pecking her lips with kisses. He rolled her over on to her back, kissing every inch of her neck.

"Oh." She moaned softly, as he moved further south, sucking on one of her nipples, while his fingers pinched the other one.

"Y-you're not gonna let me sleep tonight, are you?" She gasped.

"Nope." He smirked against her breast.

"But I'll be too tired to walk with you to the train station."

"I don't want you to walk with me there."

His statement made Riza frown, and she pushed him away from her breast to look at him with sad eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because my train leaves at five am. I don't want you walking home alone in the dark. Anything could happen to you. As much as I would love for you to come with me, I'd rather you stay here and be safe." Roy told her, kissing the valley between her breasts.

"I understand." She hummed, sighing in content as his mouth moved lower.

"Something tells me you're going to spend most of the night between my legs."

"Of course. I'm not going to be able to enjoy my favorite snack for a few years." He smirked, sucking on her thighs, leaving love bites all over her flesh.

"Do guys in Central normally spend their nights with their head between a girls legs?" Riza giggled softly, gasping as his lips kissed her womanhood.

"I suppose some do. I've never done it to anyone besides you before."

She let out a groan as two of his fingers dipped inside of her and his tongue circled her clit, her legs resting across his back, as her fingers clutched his hair.

"Hmmm!" She moaned, biting down on her free hand to keep quiet.

There's no way he's never done this before! It feels too good for him to be inexperienced!

Riza let out an unhappy whine when Roy pulled away from her.

"See if we have any condoms left." He requested, untangling her legs from his shoulders scooting back away from her.

Riza rolled over onto her stomach, and rummaged through the drawer, holding her breath as she searched.

"Last one." She told him, sighing with relief.

Riza rolled back over on to her back, only to find herself back on her stomach just as quickly.

"What are you-?"

"Shh, I wanna try something." He whispered in her ear.

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as Roy positioned her body how he wanted it. Her upper body rested flat against the mattress, while her legs were bent at the knees underneath her, forcing her rear end and womanhood to be slightly up in the air.

"May I have the condom, love?" He cooed, kissing her spine where it rested between her shoulder blades.

Riza handed the last preventative to him, exhaling slowly as she heard the foil tear open. She felt the tip of his member press against her opening, as he leaned down over her, his chest against her back.

"I've heard from my sisters that this position can cause pain and discomfort. If that happens, please let me know and I'll turn you back over. Okay?" He murmured, his breath against her cheek.

"Okay."

Roy gripped her hipbones with his hands before sinking into her. Riza bit down on to her pillow and let out a groan.

"Are you alright?" Roy asked, pulling halfway out of her, worried the noise was from pain.

"Y-Yes." She gasped.

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Please!"

Roy moved his hands to either side of Riza's torso, fisting the sheets as slid in and out of her. He placed his forehead between her shoulder blades, grunting and groaning as he thrust inside of her, each of his movements causing little moans and whines of pleasure to escape Riza's lips.

"So g-good." She moaned, folding her arms so she could rest her cheek against them.

The position Roy had her in allowed Riza to feel him deeper than normal. There was some slight pain with each of his thrusts, but it didn't hurt her anymore then losing her virginity had. If anything, the pain made her enjoy this position even more.

"More." She begged him, arching her back up in desperation.

He slid one of his hands to between her legs, rubbing and pinching her clit. Riza quickly grabbed her pillow, biting into it and moaning loudly.

"So c-close." Roy grunted in her ear, slamming into her.

Riza was practically screaming into the pillow as her orgasm hit her, letting out soft whines and whimpers of pleasure as her walls clenched him. Roy stilled his hips and let out a groan as his own orgasm came, and Riza could feel him twitching while he was inside of her.

"Roy?" Riza gasped, taking her pillow out of her mouth.

"Yes?" He asked, panting as he tried to catch his breath.

"My l-legs are starting to cramp up." She whined.

He pulled out of her, slowly so he wouldn't accidentally break the condom while still inside of her, and once he was completely out of her, quickly sat up to unbend her legs. Once Riza's legs were completely unbent, he climbed out of bed to dispose of the used rubber.

Riza rolled over on to her back, staring at Roy's backside as he threw away the condom.

She sat up on her elbows and stared at him, lust in her eyes. My husband has such a cute ass. And then, for the first time in a month, it actually hit her.

Roy was her husband.

He had been her husband for just a few days shy of a month. He was no longer just the smooth talking city boy that was desperate to learn Alchemy. He wasn't just her friend and long term house guest anymore. They were married, legally bound. She was going to spend the rest of her life with this ridiculously charming and handsome goofball.

And one day, years from then, she would become the mother of his children.

Holy shit.

"Whatcha thinking about?" His voice snapped her out of her trance.

"You have a nice butt." She said simply, causing him to groan in embarrassment, his face turning red.

"Yours is nicer." He snorted, climbing into bed as Riza turned off the lamp beside her.

"I'm gonna miss you." She yawned, snuggling up to his chest.

"I'm going to miss you more." He replied, kissing the top of her head.

When Roy woke up, Riza was laying on her stomach, no longer snuggled up to him.

He didn't want to say goodbye to her, didn't want to leave her behind. But he had to. He had a dream he wanted to fulfill, one he never got around to mentioning to Riza. And he knew that Riza would blame herself if Roy didn't join the Military.

Because while she didn't know the exact reason for why he had joined, she did know that he wanted to get the two of them the hell out of her small town. Being a solider guaranteed that- the Army would tell them where they were going to live. The closest military base to her hometown was a two and a half hour train ride, followed by an hour car ride away.

As soon as he came home, they would be free.

Getting out of bed, he quietly got dressed, and made sure he had everything he needed picked away in his duffel bag. He had to get going soon, but he couldn't help but watch Riza's sleeping form.

He walked over to her, pulling the covers up from her hips to her shoulders. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but part of him felt it was too early to tell her.

But at the same time, Roy didn't want to wait two years to say it, nor did he want to do it over a quick phone call or a letter.

Best to say it now while she's still asleep.

He leaned down over her, kissed her hair, and whispered "I love you." before standing back up and grabbing his duffel.

He was halfway out the bedroom, and almost didn't hear her mumbled response.

"I love you too."