Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Roy/Riza
Content Advisory: Implications, I guess? Kind of.
Summary: Sometimes, she's far too close. First aid after a mission, as suggested by
aamalie. A few years before canon. HAPPY DRABBLEVEMBER! :D
The field is clear now. Breda is instructing the policemen, Havoc is on the other side of the street, stretching his muscles as ashes and dust settle on the cobbled pavement. Roy lets himself lean back against a wall, his arm aching, blood staining his jacket.
"Colonel!"
Hawkeye is safe, runs towards him, has him sit, folds his sleeve back.
When his muscles stiffen, it's not because of the pain.
He watches her slow movements as she takes care of the wound, her eyelids fluttering and her shoulders kept straight and her fingertips pressed on his arm. She's leaning in far too close and if Roy was to stumble forward, his nose would touch the skin just above her neckline.
He swallows hard.
"Thank you, Lieutenant."