It's been a while! I've been busy but I tried my best to squeeze out some productive ideas from my head and this fic was born. It's short though 'cause this annoying writer's block is keeping me from writing more.

Anyway, this is also my Birthday gift to my awesome friend, YUKI-chan. :)
If you're reading this, Belated Happy Birthday ne!

Let's get it on...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own FMA/B.

"Fine then! Sleep on the couch!"

She yelled at him and as much as he hated to leave the room, he had to.

Roy situated himself on the couch comfortably or at least tried to. It was going to be a fitful sleep alone outside his room. Their room.

He had those one in a blue moon fights with his wife that night. If only he hadn't gone home drunk and topsy-turvy that afternoon when he knew perfectly well he had work, he should be sleeping under warm covers on a soft bed right now.

He tried to argue it out with Riza but he just made things worse. He told her she was too controlling and then the thin hair-like thread snapped. She wouldn't talk to him and would just dismiss him. It was his fault, he knew that. He knew he was careless too but then again, it's done and over with. What's left is the retribution.

He faced the ceiling and tried thinking of ways to sleep. He began to reminisce his old days as a bachelor when he lived alone inside an unkempt apartment. He just had a couch to sleep on before, he distinctly identifies that. He remembers enjoying and not complaining about that at all. Those nights when he would just enter the room, liberate his tired feet from military boots and just lay down his sofa. Those comfy days, he remembers, they seemed so apparent again. But then why bother tossing and turning now? Why does it feel sad to be sleeping in the same couch again?

Then he asks himself why he never bought a bed. In the first place, why hadn't he? He was financially blessed and even had a car. So how come he never really bought a bed?

Then it hit him. It hit him like a storm, a whirlwind of emotions. The answer to his question was simple if not trivial.

A bed is to be shared.

A bed is meant to be shared and so he never attempted to get one during his younger days as her recalls. He stubbornly told his stepmom that he need not to sleep in such lumpy mattresses and convinced her of his silly wisdom. He told her he would wait for the right one and finally be one with that person. And now that he has found the right one, it feels an eternity of suffering to be alone.

As his prideful heart melted, he looked at the door in front of him. A lot has changed already, he thought. Everything.

It was already three in the morning and he was still wide awake.

He gently peered through the door. It wasn't kept closed.

She had opened it for him just in case he wanted to enter. He smiled bitterly, ashamed of what mess he has made of his life yet again that night. He sat beside her curled body. As he stroked her face ever so silently, her eyes opened teary-eyed.

As he slipped under the covers, apologies were made. Kisses stopped time and the warmth of two people holding each other tight.

No more couches, he thought. What would he need it for anyway?

He already has her after all.

Well... Rather all over the place ne? Please do tell me what you think, I really would appreciate that. I will accept it with an open heart and mind.

Thank you so much for reading.