-Storm

"Riza. Riza."

The sound of his voice woke her and the clamors of war filled her ears.

How had she fallen asleep in the first place, with this much noise?

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have fallen asleep." She sat up immediately, rubbing her tired eyes.

"It's fine. I can't say I blame you. I've slept, too, after all. We've been out here for weeks."

The woman nodded-it was hell where they were. But with him by her side, she could bear it.

"Hawkeye!"

Roy yelled, slamming into her and sending her body against the ground just as a loud explosion resounded, a bomb exploding not a few feet from where they had just been. She instinctively clung to him, covering as much of his back as she could, her arms burning in the process.

He pulled back enough to look at her, a frown tugging at his lips.

"I'm sorry."

His words came softly, yet with the assistance of lip-reading she could make them out.

"For what?" Riza asked, brow pinching in concern. Shots flew all around them.

"I shouldn't have let you come here…this really is hell."

"We're partners. I'll follow you anywhere."

Mustang relaxed slightly at her assurance, leaning down and pressing his forehead momentarily to hers, the sheets of sweat which had risen there mixing.

It was all he could do.

Suddenly he was on his back, the Lieutenant kneeling in front of him. Obsidian orbs trailed down toned shoulder blades to a thin waist. She was firing at someone. She'd just saved his life, paying him back so soon.

The way her body jerked with each shot enticed him, the strength of her muscles so beautiful.

Yet he knew that as long as they were in the military, he'd never get to kiss her, to wake up every morning next to her, or make love to her.

But he knew that she was already his, and she knew that he was hers.

They just had to ride out this storm together.