The First Morning

The raven-haired man woke with a yawn, the sunlight permeating through his eyelids. He looked around, surprised at such light, since his bedroom was usually under the shadow of the big tree in front of his window.

"This is not my room..." he thought, afraid of what he had done last night. And that was when all the memories resurfaced from his memory and he let a content sigh escape his lips. Finally, he thought with a smile, feeling the person beside him turn and whisper in her sleep. He stroked her long hair, observing the way the yellow shone under the sunlight. In that moment he realized what his favorite color was, the yellow of her hair when she was sleeping beside him.

He couldn't stop the grin that appeared in his face when she yawned and slowly opened her eyes, smiling softly.

"Hey..." he whispered, touching her face with his thumb.

She blushed, noticing his bare body and nibbled her lower lip, unable to stop the smile from expand. It was like one of her dreams, the ones she would always scowl herself for having, because he was always unreachable to someone like her… until now…

And then her eyes fell over his right upper arm and she jumped, without noticing her own naked condition.

"We have to clean your wound! I can see the blood!" and without any other answer, ran from the bedroom, almost falling over her small black dog.

"Hayate had a noisy night…" the man commented, stretching his arms and wincing at the pain from his right arm. He could hear her rummaging through her drawers in the next room.

The woman rolled her eyes, while returning from her bathroom with disinfectant and clean bandages. She put it over her bedside table and pulled the man's arm over her lap, making him lay in front of her. She decided, during their short moments apart, that it was stupid from her feeling such embarrassment, since last night all those boundaries were crossed.

The man winced and whimpered in pain when she took the dirty bandage and started cleaning the tissue around the stitches.

"This is your entire fault for being such an idiotic, brainless man!" she replied and he looked at her with hard eyes,

"I would never let that bullet touch you!" he said, in a serious tone, making her cheeks flame for an entire different reason from the previous ones.

"I'm the one that has to protect your back!" she whispered, softly pulling the bandage over his arm.

"Well, then there is no problem… since I saved your front!" he replied, with a smug smirk, but the woman didn't smile back.

"When you fell…" she said, her voice dropping with each word. "I couldn't see you, there was too much smoke and then I heard the shoot and I saw a shadow and it was you and you were falling… It was like Lust all over again… that pain… the wrenching feeling… I couldn't survive… I couldn't breathe…" she confessed, the tears in the brim of falling. However, she sucked the air with a raspy sound and closed her eyes, stopping the treacherous salty drops from falling.

"Riza…" he said, his thumb tracing the lines of her lips. "How do you think I felt seeing your blood oozing from you? Why do you think I started popping in your house every week to give your flowers and chocolates? I needed to see you, to be sure of your wellbeing… I couldn't sleep without dreaming of you, I couldn't eat without smelling your blood… I… I… I'm so weak without you… And then, when I could see you, it was like I was walking on clouds… you could always brighten my life…" he said, the caring smile wining over his frown.

"Roy, the first time you visited was raining…" she commented, with a trace of humor in her voice.

"See? You're like a miracle weather changer! I should use you instead of my umbrella!" he said, with a playful voice, laughing out loud at his own idiocy.

Riza laughed too, his good humor too contagious for her to keep her sad face on.

"You're ready to go!" she said, observing his arm and he pouted.

"Now? I was waiting for round two…" he whined and she slapped him on the back of his head.

"Roy…?" she called, noticing how he protected his arm from her reach. "Did I hurt you?" her voice changing and he knew she was no longer talking about their current moment; she was observing his arm, noticing how easy it would be to bring him to his knees after a bullet wound, however he never complain during their night and she was afraid it was all for her sake… that he would be suffering again for her…

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" he replied, observing her eyes change from worried to confused to surprised and then understandable.

"Of course not!" she reacted immediately. "It was… us!" she said simply and he knew what she wanted to say. Together they were much more than he could ever dream, they were made for each other, every curve of their bodies would fall perfectly against the other… every desire… every word… every dream… they would know it all and create it without needing words…

"Us…" he repeated, loving how that felt in his tongue. "I really like that word… And besides, I bet even if another crazy bastard shoot me in the arm I wouldn't feel anything while you were…" he said, but was interrupted by a loud "Roy!" that made him chuckle.

He could recall with perfect clarity how, after his release from the hospital, she was there, waiting for him… How she invited him to have a tea… How he kissed her as soon as the door closed… How he felt the fabric of her clothes under his fingers… How, in an incredibly speed all their clothes were scattered around the floor…

"Stop thinking about perverted things!" Riza advised and Roy grinned back.

"How did you know?"

"The drool in the corner of your mouth is a good enough clue…" to which he scowled and crossed his arms like a petulant child.

"I'm going to make some breakfast…" she informed, getting up from the bed and dressing his large shirt over her smaller body. Roy wolf-whistled and Riza shook her head in amusement, disappearing inside her hallway.

He let himself fall over her bed, her pillow releasing the smell of her hair around his face, making him inhale slowly and deeply. Yes, this was the best morning he has ever had and if the smell from the kitchen was any indication, it would only get better…

What can I say, even being a lover of angsty ones, I can't refuse those fluffy scenes when they pop into my mind... Please, review!