A/N: Awwwwww, look at it! It's so cute! Go read it, and try to tell me your heart doesn't melt just a little.
Tucked In
He didn't understand how she could function, if she was this cold all the time. Against him now, the only heat seemed to come from her torso. Her nose, her fingertips, her toes . . . they were all cold.
"Seriously, I think there's something wrong with you," he growled, wrapping one hand around hers in effort to warm her fingers. "Some sort of thermo-distribution deficiency . . . ."
"Ssssssshhhh . . . ." Eyes closed, Riza frowned. "The three-dollar words are very nice, but we both need to sleep. You have a conference with the Finance and Procurement departments tomorrow, and we both need to be on our toes, or they'll cut the budget again."
He smirked, brushing his nose against her forehead. "Kind of hard to sleep when there's a human icicle snuggled up against me."
"Sorry." Disentangling herself from him, she rolled over to face the wall. "There. Now go to sleep."
He tried. He really did. But the sudden loss of another body curled together with his resulted in a slow evaporation of warmth he hadn't realized was there. After fifteen minutes, when Riza's breathing announced that she was asleep, Roy's eyes opened, staring up at the blank ceiling of her apartment.
They always used her place for these little 'sleepovers;' out of the two of them, she was the only one that possessed an actual bed. She'd never directly said so, but he suspected that if she slept on a couch, as he did, she would have any multitude of back problems. He rarely did, but then again, his back wasn't covered in scars and a tattoo.
Abruptly, a pair of alertly pointed ears, followed by a set of black eyes, appeared over the edge of the bed. Roy smiled, and patted the mattress by his knees in invitation.
Hayate's only response was to perch his front paws on the bedside, looking over Roy's shoulder at his mistress. Normally, he would sleep at her feet, but with the addition of another human to the bed, he waited for permission before jumping up with them. Reaching out, Roy scratched behind the dog's ears.
"Don't worry, boy, she's not mad. Just tired."
The Shiba Inu's eyes twitched from his mistress to the man scratching his head . . . back to Riza . . . back to Roy. Finally, his head tilted to one side, regarding him almost curiously.
Roy let his hand drop back to the blankets, staring at the dog. In five little movements, he'd said an entire sentence. If she's not mad, then why aren't you all snuggled up? Slowly, he grinned.
"Hayate, you're a better matchmaker than Grumman, you know that?" he muttered.
Rolling over, he slipped an arm around Riza's waist, pressing gently against her back. She shifted slightly, sighing quietly in her sleep as her hand covered his. Roy closed his eyes and breathed deep, drinking in the smell of her, and letting it help him start to drift off. He always slept better holding her.
Dropping his front paws back to the floor, Hayate turned twice on the spot, and settled down. With the humans asleep, it was his turn. His eyes closed, his mouth set in a satisfied doggy smirk.