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Chapter 7
"Damn, Riza." Rebecca muttered under her breath as she watched her best friend twirl in her ivory, modest yet alluring wedding dress.
With the sweetheart neckline that showed an appropriate amount of cleavage, lace half-sleeves adorning her arms and the lacey pattern covering her back, the A-line dress accented her elegance and class.
"I assume that means that I don't look bad?" Riza smiled nervously, her hands unconsciously clenching the silk chiffon skirt of her gown as her heart pounded rapidly against her chest, and she heaved a deep breath.
"What are you being so nervous for?" Rebecca laughed as she walked over to the blonde, fidgeting woman, and placed her hand on her shoulder, then her dark eyes narrowed as her lips curled up to a smirk. "Are you wearing the lingerie I gave you?"
Riza immediately let out a laugh as she replied. "Yes, yes I am."
"Are you sure?" The dark-haired woman raised a brow.
"Yes, Rebecca." Riza lightly swatted her arm in a playful manner, then let out a tiny shriek when she suddenly lifted her skirt up. "What the hell, Rebecca!?"
Rebecca merely blinked at her, before heaving a heavy sigh. "Good, you're wearing it. But two things; first, why did you get rid of the stockings? And two, why would you replace it with a gun holster!?"
Riza too sighed. "For your first question, I… I found it unnecessary—"
"Unnecessary?"
"They're in the way, and I still have to put my garter on." Riza answered, "And for your second question, I just feel more secure with a gun with me."
"Riza…" The dark-haired woman knitted her brows upon seeing her dearest friend's expression that had a hint of distress. Heaving another sigh, she replaced the light frown with a bright smile as she spoke, "Well, I guess I'm not one to judge since…"
She lifted the skirt of her own dress up, revealing two holsters firmly attached to her thighs, with her guns resting in them, and Riza let out a light-hearted laugh. "No worries, Riza. I won't let anything happen." She then pulled out the chair in front of the makeup table and said as she gestured the bride to come. "Well, what are you waiting for? C'mere, I'll do your hair and makeup."
Riza's eyes softened as her form relaxed, and she smiled brightly. "Thank you."
Grumman's eyes widened the instant he laid his eyes on his dear granddaughter. His heart leapt in euphoria as she beamed warmly and joyfully at him, but ached at the same time when her smile reminded him of her mother.
He turned away from her slightly as he removed his glasses, and took his handkerchief from his pocket when he felt his eyes sting and start to water, and he lightly wiped the tears before they can roll down his cheeks.
"Grandpa?" He heard Riza call softly, full of concern. "Is something wrong?"
"Oh no, it's nothing, sweetheart." He took a deep breath before replying with his usual cheery tone and turning back to her, just to see pearl-like tears in her glassy, honey hazel eyes. His eyes softened, and asked as he gently dabbed his handkerchief on her eyes. "Silly girl, why are you crying?"
"Ah, I… It saddens me to see you shed tears," Riza replied bashfully.
"These are happy tears, sweetie." He smiled widely at her, then teased. "Rebecca would get mad if you mess up your makeup."
She chuckled and nodded. "Wouldn't want that to happen."
He laughed back, before looking at her properly. "You look beautiful, Riza, and you look just like your mother. I'm sure she'd be very happy for you; knowing her, she'd most probably cry her eyes out if she was here, in happiness and pride, of course." He stepped closer to press his lips against her cheek, then said. "Let's go, that boy must be anxious to see you."
As the door opened, she placed her arm around his and stepped out of the room.
"Beautiful…" Riza couldn't help but sigh in awe at the tall cherry blossom trees, where the light petals would flutter down, and cover the ground with the pleasant, peaceful pink.
Her heart picked up its speed as she walked towards the raven-haired man. Riza could feel all eyes on her, enticing her to blush. She heaved a shallow breath, and finally looked up.
Her heart fluttered as her eyes met his onyx ones, and the blush on her cheeks darkened when his eyes softened in adoration the instant they locked gazes. She could feel the corners of her rosy red lips curl up as she stepped closer and closer to him, and she swallowed the urge to throw the damn bouquet out of her hands and run towards him to wrap her arms tightly around him.
She chuckled inwardly at how supposedly unlikely of her she had become after being engaged to that man as she gripped her bouquet tighter.
His smile widened, and her eyes twinkled in fondness, though she immediately knitted her brows when the image of blood dripping down from the corner of his lips flashed across her mind, and she gritted her teeth as she mentally cursed. No. Stop.
"Sweetheart?" She flinched ever so slightly when she heard her grandfather softly say.
She turned slightly to look at him and whispered. "Yes, grandpa?"
Grumman placed his warm, wrinkled palm over hers, and spoke. "Everything will be fine, Riza, I promise you."
She tightened the grip slightly on his arm and offered a grateful smile, and he returned it, then said. "Well, here we are."
The blonde-haired bride adverted her attention back to the front, just to be met with Roy's kind smile and affectionate gaze, and he extended a hand towards her. She turned back to her grandfather and planted a kiss on his forehead before accepting Roy's hand.
"You look beautiful." Roy murmured under his breath so only she could hear him, while taking her hands in his, and gave them a light squeeze.
"Thank you," She murmured back, "You don't look bad yourself."
The two exchanged vows, their voices and words filled with deep affection and sentiment, then exchanged rings, with hers a thin diamond-banded one, and his a thicker one with a single, tiny diamond.
"You may now kiss the bride."
The words Riza had been waiting for, yet deep down dreaded for was finally heard, and she glanced at Rebecca. She heaved a soft exhale when her dark-haired bodyguard gave her a nod and a grin, mouthing 'just kiss him!'
Riza couldn't help but let out a light chuckle, before turning back to her newly pronounced husband, and she caressed the platinum band on his left ring finger with her thumb. She blinked at him, before whispering, "I love you."
Roy's onyx eyes widened slowly, and she could feel her eyes starting to water when she noticed his eyes started to turn glassy. His lips curled up again as he gave her hands another squeeze, and replied, his voice trembling ever so slightly. "I love you too."
"Oh!" She let out a slightly startled gasp when he suddenly pulled her towards him, and she bumped into him lightly, then he wrapped an arm around her waist with his other gloved hand cupping her cheek, enticing an 'ooh' from the guests.
"Come here." He grinned boyishly at her before leaning down, and she placed her hands on his arms and closed her eyes, parting her rosy-red lips slightly, anticipating for the touch of his lips on hers.
She instantly returned the kiss the moment his soft lips were pressed against hers, and she could feel all her nerves were calmed as her heart fluttered in delight, while they moved their lips against each other's.
In just those few seconds, she felt as if there were no one around them, just her and her beloved husband, in their own world. She gripped his arm tighter to push down the urge to wrap her arms around his neck and intensify the kiss.
They ended the brief kiss as they unwillingly pulled away, and he lifted her left hand to his lips, and planted a kiss on her ring, then sent her a charming smile.
She returned the smile with a bashful yet bright one.
"Hey."
Roy and Riza turned around when they heard a familiar voice, just to see a golden-haired young adult grinning at them with his arms crossed. The raven-haired man's onyx eyes widened in mild surprise and amusement, before squinting them as a smirk spread across his lips. "Hmm, did you hear that, Riza? I thought I heard someone call us, but I don't see anyone."
Riza merely sighed as she watched anger and annoyance spark in the younger man's golden eyes as he gritted out the words in a nearly comical fashion, "Who… the hell… are ya calling—Ow!"
Her hazel eyes widened slightly in surprise when he was abruptly interrupted by his own wife, who gave him a swat on the back as she chided (with their daughter in her arm and their son next to her). "Ed! Language! And would it hurt to be a bit more mature?"
Edward gasped in an exaggerating manner. "Mature? He started it!"
Winry ignored her husband as she turned to face Riza. "Hello, Miss Riza! You look very pretty." She said with her usual bright and merry smile, then gently pulled her son towards the older woman and said. "C'mon, say hello, you two. You remember them, don't you?"
"Hello, Aunt Riza, Uncle Roy." The two golden-haired kids muttered and waved shyly, enticing a soft laugh from Riza as she bent down and picked the three-year-old boy up, and carried him in her arms.
"Ooh, you got heavier again." She said with a smile and moved her face closer to his to nuzzle their noses, making the boy let a light giggle. She then commented as she pulled away, "You look a lot like your father now, don't you?"
The little boy blinked at her a few times, before turning his head to face Ed, then turned back to Riza, and asked as he stared at her with his head tilted slightly to the side. "I do?"
She laughed lightly, before nodding her head. "Mmhmm."
Winry and Ed watched the older woman and their son with a smile hanging on their lips, and the blue-eyed young adult discreetly averted her attention to the raven-haired. Her smile widened to a jolly grin when she noticed the affectionate expression he wore (with no intention to hide it) as he gazed at his wife and the child with softened eyes.
She stifled a chuckle, before walking up to the man and offered a kind smile. "Mister Mustang, would you like to hold her?" She asked as she patted her daughter's head, who just stared at the man.
"M-Me?" Roy asked, flabbergasted and taken aback.
Edward snorted as he stuffed his hands in his slack's pockets. "Who else?"
"Ed!" Winry scolded with a glare, and immediately replaced the frown with a smile as she turned back to Roy. "Here."
Roy took and carried the girl, slightly flustered, enticing Riza to let out a light chuckle as she patted his back. "Why are you so nervous, Uncle Roy?"
"I-I'm not!" He bit back with a scowl, and his cheeks were tinted pink. His onyx eyes then widened a bit when he averted his attention back to the golden-haired girl in his arms, just to see her stare at him with her wide, blue eyes, and her lips spread to a toothy grin.
He blinked again at the girl, before grinning back at her.
The teasing glint in Riza's honey hazel eyes disappeared as they softened at the sight of her husband playing with the child, and she turned to Winry and Edward. "Enjoying yourselves?"
"Yes, very." Winry happily replied, and Edward nodded with the usual grin he wore as he commented. "The cake was really good."
Roy raised a brow at him and deadpanned, "Why do I have a feeling that you just came for the food?"
"Partly." Edward kidded, then moved towards him to carry his daughter, before reaching a hand down to his pocket. "But all jokes aside… I owe you something, don't I?"
He grabbed something and placed them on Roy's hand. The older man looked down at his hand, to see three coins resting on his palm, and he smirked. "You remembered."
"Of course I do." The blonde man stated proudly.
Riza watched the two with a confused expression displayed across her features and peered at her husband's hand. "520 Cens?"
"I lent him 520 Cens a few years ago, and he told me he'd give them back after I become the Führer," Roy explained, and the proud expression returned to his face as he grinned cockily at Edward. "You didn't expect that you'd be giving them back to me so soon, did you?"
The younger man merely rolled his eyes, "Yeah, good for you, old man."
"Old man!?"
"But for real, congrats, Führer Mustang." Edward grinned again and faced Riza. "Congrats to you too, Lieu—no, Col—uh, I mean, um…"
"Riza will do." She chuckled.
"Miss Riza." He said, with a hint of bashfulness in his voice.
"Thank you." Her eyes twinkled as she smiled brightly.
"Phew, I'm beat." Roy heaved a sigh as he shrugged his navy blue uniform off when they entered their hotel room. He cocked a brow up when he didn't hear a response from his wife, and he turned his head to see her sitting at the edge of the king-sized bed with her hair let down, and her fingers fidgeting slightly. "Riza?"
"Hmm?" She faced him, a slightly startled expression on her face. "Sorry, you were saying?"
"You must be tired too," Roy chuckled.
"Oh, no, I'm fine." She replied quietly, though she mentally pondered as she felt the soft pieces of lingerie against her skin. For the first time ever, I really need your help, Rebecca. Do I just strip in front of him? Or do I wait?
"Are you sure?" He asked, then offered a smile when she gave a meek nod. "Well, I'll go take a nice, hot bath."
She nearly gaped at him. "A bath?"
He nodded, then grinned in a jokingly manner. "Would you like to join me?"
"…A bath does sound nice." She mentally cursed herself, before clenching the skirt of her dress lightly.
"Alright." He said in a cheery tone, delighted and surprised. "Oh, and aren't you going to take your dress off? As much as I love seeing you in that dress, I doubt it's comfortable."
"Right…" She stood, her hands still clutching the skirt.
He let out a chortle when he noticed her blinking at him. "Would you like me to turn around, my dear?"
"N-no." Stop stuttering! "Roy?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you mind unzipping it for me?" She bashfully asked.
It was his turn to blink at her, then stuttered, completely surprised. "Of course not."
He walked over to her as she turned around, and he gently pushed her hair to a side before pulling on the zipper, and slowly gliding it downwards.
His onyx eyes saddened when he saw the burn scars on her back, marring her perfect skin, and guilt once again tugged his heart. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed his lips against the scars.
"Roy?" Upon feeling his soft pair of lips on her back, she turned her head and asked.
He didn't respond, but kept placing feather-light kisses on her back, making her stifle a giggle from the ticklish sensation. She then turned around, startling him slightly, and she offered him a smile, before shrugging the white dress off, letting it fall to the floor.
He froze at the sight of her curvy, alluring form in the snow-white lace lingerie with the delicate, ivory lace garter resting on her thigh, and her cheeks started to heat up as his eyes slowly widened in utter surprise, then they darkened in desire as his lips curled up to a smirk, and he asked in a low yet teasing tone. "Have you been wanting to show me this?"
Her blush darkened as she murmured embarrassedly. "… Are you going to make me say it?"
He chuckled as he continued teasing her, while placing an arm around her, pulling her close so her near-naked body was pressed against his. "Was that why you asked me to unzip the dress for you?"
Riza huffed as she half-glared at him, and looked away, making him let out a laugh. "Well, the bath can wait." He leant down and muttered huskily in her ear, before wrapping his other arm around her and lifted her up, and claimed her lips, then walked towards the bed.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as she kissed him back eagerly. He gently placed her at the centre of the bed, her back against the soft pillows and headboard, without breaking contact of their lips.
They pulled away from the feverish kiss to catch their breaths, just to lean back in and move their lips against each other's. She licked his lower lip and deepened the kiss as she allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth to entangle with hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him harder even though her lungs ached for oxygen and her cheeks burnt. Their chest heaved heavily when they finally ended the kiss, and she grinned at him as her honey hazel eyes twinkled, while panting. "… I hope you're not hungry this time."
He groaned and pouted at her. "Did you have to remind me of that?"
She let out a light-hearted laugh but was cut off with a gasp of her own when he nipped lightly at her pulse, and his tongue swirled around the teeth mark gently, then sucked on the flesh, leaving a red love bite visible on her porcelain skin. He continued peppering kisses down her neck, collarbone, and breasts.
She bit her lower lip to stifle a moan as she leant her the back of her head on the cushioned headboard when he licked and nipped on her nipple through the thin layer of lace, and she threaded her fingers through his soft, black hair.
While giving her other nipple the same attention, his hands on her hips travelled to her thighs, and gave them a squeeze before sliding the garter down her thigh and placed it on the stand next to the bed. He released the erected bud and planted light, teasing kisses on her toned stomach, her navel, then her inner thighs.
He pressed his lips against the damp spot on her matching white, lace panties, and grinned. "Have I kept you waiting?"
She suppressed the urge to snap at him to get going with it, but instead bit her lip harder before shyly murmuring, "A bit too long."
His grin widened, and drawled as he tugged on the hem of her underwear. "Eager, aren't you, my darling wife?"
She lifted her hips as he slipped her thin pair of panties off, and flung them across the room, enticing a gasp of disbelief from her, and he once again interrupted her protest as he placed his mouth on her womanhood.
He gripped her thighs tightly, restricting them from moving as he pleasured her with his mouth; running his wet tongue up and down her womanhood that were glistening in her arousals, and his nose occasionally stroking her clit.
The hand in his hair tugged on his dark roots as the sensation of his tongue flicking at her sensitive spot sent jolts of tingles to her stomach and up her spine, and she finally let out a moan.
His mouth moved to her clit, his tongue swirling around it but not touching it, enticing an impatient whimper from her as she gave his hair another tug.
"You're going to make me bald someday." He murmured a tease, and she shuddered at the feeling of his lips moving against her slick centre. He then dipped the hard tip of his tongue against her clit, toying with it, making her let out another moan.
He rolled the now swollen bud in his tongue, taking it between his teeth, gently biting it, his tongue flickered against it, and sucked it. She let go of his hair and gripped the bed sheets instead so she wouldn't accidentally rip his hair off as waves of pleasure crashed her. She peered down at him through narrowed, lust-filled eyes, her cheeks heating up further at the sight of him tasting her.
She found it amazing how four months ago, she wouldn't even touch him the slightest unless it was work-related, and it was only till a week ago, she'd be willing to call his name (without him reminding her). Now, here he was, settled between her legs, tonguing her, and lapping on her.
Her moans grew louder as she felt an orgasm build in her, and her thighs shuddered while her stomach flexed. He squeezed her thighs, continuing to run his tongue against her wet folds and suckle on her clit, then moved his hands under her thighs and gave her arse a squeeze.
"Ah!" With a pleasured cry, she came.
Giving her one final lick, he released her core and looked up to grin at her, licking his lips that were glistened with her juices. He pressed his lips against her stomach and moved up to place a light kiss on her lips. She rested her forehead on his shoulder as she heaved several deep breaths.
She pulled on his arm and managed a grin as she said while panting. "Wouldn't be fair if only I get this most splendid treatment, would it, my dear husband?"
He chuckled and kissed her cheek, then flipped them over so he was sitting where she was with his back rested against the cushioned headboard, and her above him. "I'm all yours, then."
She placed her hands on his broad shoulders to balance herself as she sat in between his legs, and kissed him, in which he immediately responded to and deepened. While their tongues danced around each other's fiercely, her hands moved to the front of his clean, white dress shirt, and pulled it out of his navy blue military slacks and unbuttoned them quickly with her nimble fingers.
She made a quiet noise from the back of her throat, signalling him to shrug his shirt off, and he happily complied while keeping their lips together. He threw the shirt to a side, and his onyx eyes widened abruptly when he heard the sound of his belt unbuckling as she fumbled with it, and he mentally cursed when he felt the tip of his ears heat up.
She pulled back, breaking the kiss, just to place her lips on his neck, lightly kissing and nipping his pulse. She stifled a gasp when he suddenly wrapped an arm around her seemingly slim waist and pulled her close against him, then she continued showering his neck with kisses. His grip on her waist tightened as he felt the peaks on her breasts poking through the thin lace, rubbing against his bare chest slightly when she shifted.
Pulling away from his grip, she moved down, peppering feather light kisses down his toned chest and stomach, and she sucked on the flesh and bit it, leaving tiny red marks.
"Riza…" He exhaled her name when he felt her fingertips on the burn scars displayed across the left side of his abdomen, and she caressed it gently, as if he would bleed out again with one slight wrong move.
She pressed her lips against it, and he bit his lip to suppress the shiver when she batted her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering against his skin.
He sucked in a breath as she averted her attention to his nether region, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then peered up at him, signalling him to lift his hips up. He quickly lifted his lips and discarded his slacks and boxer briefs in a swift motion. She blinked at him, her lips parting, as if wanting to say something, but she soon closed her mouth, and a bright red blush painted her cheeks as she looked away.
Roy chuckled, and reached a hand out, cupping her cheek so she was facing him, and leant down. She moved back up to meet his lips with hers, leaning on him as she sat on his thighs, her upper body pressed against his so his back was resting on the headboard and pillows.
Their lips moved passionately against each other's, tongues exploring, desperately trying to taste more of each other. He let out a low moan from the back of his throat when he felt her warm hand wrapped around his erection, then started to pump him slowly.
He cradled her head with a hand and kissed her harder while she continued running her hand up and down his length slowly, nearly torturously slow, and her thumb rubbed the slit on his tip.
His teeth tugged on her lower lip as he growled against her lips, demanding her to pick up her speed. She smirked as she whispered, "Not a very nice way to ask, is it?"
He reconnected their lips together roughly, enticing a surprised gasp from her, but was soon turned to a loud cry when his other hand spanked her arse, the sound of his hand landing on the cheek sharp and clear, though he soon soothed it by caressing it.
"… Did you have to do that?" She rasped as she half-glared up at him, and her hand quickened its pace while her thumb could feel the pre-cum oozing out from the tip.
He grinned down at her and spoke in a husky voice. "Just another kink of mine."
She tightened her grip ever so slightly and moved her hand faster, and he groaned into her mouth. The hand on her arse moved to between her cheeks, and he dragged a finger across her womanhood that was coated in her juices again.
They pleasured each other with their hands while exchanging rushed kisses, their teeth bumping against each other's clumsily, and swallowing each other's moans.
"Riza…" He murmured huskily, "I want you now."
She bashfully nodded and released him. She inched forward, placing her hands on his shoulders to balance herself as she slowly sat down, his length slowly entering her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bit her lip, her eyes shut as she took her time to adjust to his length.
"Damn, Riza." He rasped as her heated walls clenched him tightly, then he cooed. "Relax, darling."
He moved his hands to her thighs, and she gasped as he placed them around his hip, then moved his hands back to her hips. A whimper escaped her lips as he started to pump into her.
"Ah… Roy…" She moaned. He curled his legs around her, pulling her closer while he continued his shallow thrusts. She rocked her hips, meeting his thrusts.
He reached a hand behind her back to unclasp her delicate underwear, and she shrugged it off her and flung it to the side quickly, then immediately wrapped her arms back around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest.
The grip on her waist tightened, and pushed harder into her, eliciting a loud moan from her, and she arched her back. He hugged her waist, and took a nipple in his mouth and suckled hungrily, drawing another moan from her.
Their thrusts became more rushed as the tingling sensation in their stomach grew, and he released the dark pink bud. He leaned his forehead against hers, locking his dark, onyx eyes with her honey hazel ones while moaning and grunting each other's names, their hips continuously grinding against each other.
Her breath hitched when he gave another hard thrust, and she cried, feeling the orgasm erupt throughout her body. He let out a low moan and followed suit after a few more thrusts, shooting his seeds inside her.
They stayed in each other's arms, skin against skin with him still inside her while panting heavily and gazing at each other, desire still evident in their eyes. They leant in, locked their lips again for a deep kiss, showering each other with affection.
"More..." Riza panted against his lips, breathless from the kiss as her cheeks grew redder. He gave a surprised look at first, then was replaced with a boyish grin. Just when she was about to smile back at him, she interrupted herself with a gasp as he suddenly released his legs that were around her, pulled out of her, and pushed her backwards so that she was laying down on her back with him on top.
Tiny, broken whimpers escaped her ruby lips when he slowly pushed into her, and she cried as he pulled out just to ram back into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and moaned his name into his ear, her warm breath fanning the shell of his ear, enticing a shudder from him and his ears to redden again.
He let out a guttural growl and squeezed her thighs tightly to thrust harder, eliciting a louder moan from her.
In the midst of his erratic thrusts, they could both feel an orgasm building again, and she murmured against his ear. "R-Roy... I love you..."
"Riza..." He grunted a pleasured one and groaned back while pressing his lips against her neck. "I love you too..."
She ran her fingers through his soft, raven hair, fisting them as ecstasy ran in her veins, blood roaring in her ears, and another loud moan ripped out from her throat as she came. He too, came inside her again as his thrusts became sloppy. They stayed still, bodies tensed as pleasure filled them through the fluttering in their stomach.
Roy heaved a sigh and collapsed on her, enticing an 'oof' and a light laugh from her. He chuckled back and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead, then curled an arm around her waist, and rolled to the side, bringing her with him.
"Well, that was amazing." He grinned. "As cliché as it may sound."
She chuckled in response, then sat up and asked. "Bath?"
He blinked at her, before grinning again, this time a wider one. "Of course, my dear." He then sat up and got off the bed as he retrieved his underwear and trousers to put them back on, and took his dress shirt to place it on her shoulders. "Wait here, I'll go run the bath."
She nodded with a smile, and he placed another kiss on her forehead before turning to head towards the bathroom.
Omake:
"Roy?" Riza called out when her husband didn't respond as they sat on the sofa in the large balcony in their hotel room, watching the night view.
"..."
"Hello?" Riza tapped on her husband's shoulder and leant in closer, "Earth to Roy?"
"Hmm?" Roy turned to her and sheepishly said. "I'm sorry, you were saying?"
She knitted her brows slightly, then asked. "What were you thinking about?"
He blinked, and her heart ached a bit when she noticed his saddened expression, a hint of loneliness in his onyx eyes, and he turned his head back to stare at the night sky, then he muttered. "I wish he was here. But who knows, he might be watching me from up there."
She placed her hand over his, and he turned his hand over to lock their fingers together. "I wish he was here too." She rested her head on his shoulder, then her lips curled as she laughed a light-hearted one. "Though I wouldn't be sure if he'd be taking more photos of us, you specifically, or little Elicia being the flower girl."
He chortled. "Damn right. He'd probably shoo us aside just to take the photo of Elicia in a better angle."
"You know he wouldn't do that." She scowled in a jokingly manner as she lightly swatted his arm.
"Just kidding, darling." He pulled her up so she was sitting on his lap, his arms crossed around her waist, then he asked. "By the way, why was Rebecca mad at you?"
She nearly snorted as she replied. "Because I forgot about the promise of tossing the bouquet to her."
"Oh." He laughed, "But she still caught it by dashing to it with the speed of light, didn't she?"
"She really wants to settle down with someone."
"Hmm... I thought she was interested in Havoc."
She raised her brows. "I'll ask her about it someday. Hmm, how interesting." She then asked, "Would you like to go back in?"
"I'm fine, or do you want to go back in?"
"It's a bit chilly out here now." She then yawned. "Wearing only a men's shirt isn't exactly the warmest clothing."
He smiled down at her, then startled her by placing his arm under her knees and the other on the small of her back, and stood with her in his arms. "Let's get back in there then, and you must be tired too." He said as he walked back into the room, and she helped open and close the balcony doors.
"For sure I am." She smiled back sleepily.
He kicked the duvet over to place her gently down on the mattress. She scooted over to the side, making space for him.
She raised a brow when he pulled his soft cotton T-shirt over his head, and threw it aside, then joined her. Seeing her expression, he chuckled and answered her mental question. "I prefer sleeping without a shirt."
She nodded. "I see. Good night, then." She said as she turned the bedside lights off, and laid down with her back facing him.
"The first day of marriage, and you're already turning back towards me?" He teased.
She immediately turned around to face him, inching closer so her head was resting on his chest and his chin on the crown of her head, and she sheepishly said. "Sorry."
He laughed lightly and pressed his lips against her hair. "It's quite alright."
"Good night, Mr Mustang."
His smiled widened, and his eyes fluttered close as he softly spoke, affection filling his deep voice. "Good night, my dear Mrs Mustang."
A/N: Hmmm... I feel like I could've written more about the guests (Mustang's team, Madame X'mas, Alphonse, Mei, Gracia, Elicia, etc.)
Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! The longest I've written so far. And I hope the characters aren't too OOC (Bear with me if they are).
Comments are much appreciated! :)