Waiting: 2

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He let himself relax, liking how his muscles softened under her soothing, welcoming hands. Roy could feel her fear of being caught through the expressing way her hands teased the base of his neck where the hair was growing thick and dark. She let her fingers curl through the locks, feeling extremely surprised at how supple his hair actually felt, half expecting it to be grotty and full of dirt, mud and who else knows what from when he worked outside.

Opening one of his onyx eyes, he gazed at the girl who looked a thousand miles away. She would never admit it, but she had a heart as fragile as glass. Looking down, Roy noticed that his hand seemed to be trembling and his mind racing, wanting to touch her face and hold her hands like teenagers did. He was afraid to smash that glass, that it would also cut him in the process before shattering into thousands of pieces. He was terrified of with the smashed glass would come the end of their friendship, the end of his chance with her . Or maybe… he was just being a fool, afraid of his own nerves; he was after all, mid sixteen. A light wind brushed through her hair, highlighting her immense, mahogany eyes as he rolled off her lap and into the rough grass.

"Come on, let's go and get some apples for dessert tonight" Roy beamed, sitting up and shaking his head, patches of bright green grass slipping from the midnight tresses. He ran a hand through it, while she bit her lip and scrambled up, loving the feeling of the grass between her toes as she scrunched them, her dress fluttering around her in the breeze like a hummingbird. She loved being out in the sunshine where she could let her walls slide and be herself, where she felt free and normal. This was why it was her favourite part of the day, why she waited.

The two of them took off, shoulders brushing as the setting sun made their pale faces shine with colour, as the two ran for the large tree that bared the most delicious, mouth-watering apples in the whole of Amestris.

Suddenly, Roy felt himself staggering and almost falling when he felt the shove of her surprisingly strong hands, staggering sideways again until his feet caught up and he rolled down the hill. A smirk appeared over his lips as he bolted up, muscles sore already from the impact, and used his long legs to quickly catch up to Riza, hands poised to strike once behind her. Roy's large hands pushed at her back, and she squealed, hands flying out to steady her before she made a last ditch effort to grab her attacker when her feet began to falter.

He was shocked. Roy had never heard such a…girly echo escape Riza's lips before, and he had to admit he found it cute. He was also curious as his arms automatically locked around her waist and held her tight as they tumbled, eyes firmly closed and hands clutching the other. His back was smashed a few times, the rubble poking into him as he tried to protect her.

When the two finally smashed into the bottom of the hill, their chortles coming out quickly as they gasped for air, Roy looked into her eyes, brushing away the hair that had begun to look like she rubbed her head against a balloon. She had ended up on top of him, feeling extremely embarrassed. Riza thanked him, kissed his cheek, and pushed away, quickly standing up, rubbing at the small cuts and soon to be bruises that lined the mud on her face. She smiled; it may get her in trouble….

But that was so worth it

Roy blushed, one hand brushed at his head before it slowly swept over the place where she kissed. Her lips were… so silky, flowing and tender on his skin. If that was just a kiss on the cheek, he couldn't wait to find out where her lips were like….