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AN: Well, hello there. This is just a little fic of sorts for you there.

This was probably going to earn him a death sentence come morning, but Roy Mustang could care less as of now.

How could he when the object of his desires lay right beside him: asleep, peaceful, vulnerable. Every breath, every infinitesimal movement, he could feel it. Every dip in the mattress, every quiet sight that escaped, Roy could sense it powerfully.

He looked up at the dark barrack ceiling, eyes unfailingly awake and alert for every action unconsciously done by the sleeping lieutenant beside him. He could just turn and then his eyes would feast on the sight of his beloved. Roll over, drape his arm around her, pull her close, and Roy knew without a doubt that he'd fall immediately into peaceful slumber.

Yes, that would earn him a death sentence, carried out by said lieutenant herself, but when a man is still awake at 4 in the morning all because of what a sleeping woman beside him, reason was no longer present at that moment.

Oh to hell with it. If I'm gonna die, then I die like this.

Without further ado, and suppressing his fear, Roy turned on his side and towards the woman sleeping beside him. His chest suddenly felt tight and his breathing struggled to remain stable. He bit his lips tightly, drawing blood, to stop himself from ravishing her, then and there.

How could he, when the woman beside him positively glowed in the moonlight?

Roy could already imagine it: him coming over her, pushing his lips against hers, eyelids flashing open to reveal startling caramel eyes, pale skin turn flush with rosy heat, moans tumbling past their throats…oh to death with it.

He slowly raised himself to his knees, quiet like a thief in the night. Silently, he positioned himself above her, gazing at her ethereal beauty, wondering if he was positively daft to even dare to do this.

Just a bit, Roy thought. Just one kiss, that's all. A little peck and she doesn't even need to know.

Slowly, he lowered his head, a gentle smile spreading over his lips as a bit of his hair tickled her nose and it scrunched up in mild irritation. If she found out about this come morning, and Roy knew that she would find out about it, he was really going to die. But soldiers die everyday, alchemists such as himself not exempted, and if Roy were to die come tomorrow, he'd die knowing he had tasted her.

Then, his courage fortified by such thoughts, Roy lowered his lips and pressed them against hers. It was a little peck, just as he had planned, but it felt like the most wonderful thing in the world. It was nothing short of his wildest dreams.

As quietly as he had come, Roy slowly lowered himself back to his side, his chest feeling lighter than ever. He laid himself back on his pillow, feeling like he could float away. Immediately, content and happy, Roy's eyes closed and he fell into peaceful slumber, not even realizing that, from biting them too hard earlier, he had left blood on her lips.

When mornlight came, and Riza Hawkeye awoke, she tasted the tangy, coppery taste of blood on her lips. She looked to the sleeping man beside her, sharp caramel eyes meticulously stared at his face, then gazing at his lips. Then, slowly lowering herself back to bed, snuggling deep into the warmth emanating from the figure beside her, she felt a small smile curling on her lips.

Perhaps she could just be late, just a bit.

AN: Ugh. That was way sappier than I intended it to be. How humiliating. However, I do appreciate comments, suggestions, criticisms and yes, even flames. I just really love the people who hate me.