Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye
Nonexistent Sleep Cycle
A/N: This is my first fanfiction in the last two-three years. Hopefully you guys like it! I'll be posting another chapter shortly after this gets posted. I plan on having this story as short as possible, as I know for me, I don't like waiting and waiting and waiting forever until it finally gets to the best parts. Don't worry, I know some expectations that readers have. I won't waste your time with all of this writing.
A/N: EDIT: 5/17/2015,
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Roy currently sits in his office chair, well really, slouching in his office chair as his messy hair tickles the desk beneath him. It's another one of those days where he doesn't want to work, or do anything. Havoc is making bets, Hawkeye is scowling at everyone to get to work, but Mustang won't budge. He lost hours of sleep the night before, due to memories in Ishval, awaking him in a cold sweat that he still can't shake. He wants to sleep, but he doesn't want to sleep. The faces that he was ordered to kill, mock him.
"Sir," Hawkeye glares through him. He slouches even further, debating whether he grabs his gloves from his drawers and snaps the pile of papers away.
"Sir." She tilts her head to the side while crossing her arms firmly, "Its 09:15 and you still haven't done anything," Hawkeye raised an eyebrow, making him firmly sit up and approach her carefully, smirking as a drop of sweat cradles his face, "I was just thinking of this beauty-" She slapped him and everyone had a hitch in their breaths and stopped everything they were doing previously.
"Do your work," She reached in the drawers of his desk confiscating his gloves, "I'll take these into my possession for now, you can have them back later when you finish." She left his desk, him having a complete mortified expression.
Hughes strolled into the office, being cheerful as always, "Hey, Mustang!" his voice being more positive than the rooms dull mood, he peered down into his ear, "Have you found yourself a wife yet?" he whispered quietly, Mustang crunching his eyebrows and a frown appeared on his face quickly to his comment, sitting up and back down again sighing into his chair. "What do you want Hughes?" he questioned almost desperately, already sick of this conversation.
"I'm inviting you to a banquet," his smile never really left his face, adjusting his glasses. "You'll need to bring a date, of course." Mustang sneered through his clenched teeth, "No, now get out of my office-" being interrupted by Hughes having a tint of wickedness in his eye, "That's not an option, Roy, I'll drag you and your date out of this office." Roy was suddenly terrified and confused.
"Your date is already hand picked, by me," He lent down into his ear once more, "I'm making you ask out Miss top lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye." Roy threw his head back, snarling through his teeth again.
"I'll see you soon, Roy." Hughes jolted out of the office, knowing this was going to be hilarious; he already knew that Hawkeye and Roy had a lot of sexual tension between them. He was also aware of the fact that they would never actually admit they loved and even lusted for each other. He was going to make this happen, and he was going to be watching his best friend constantly for the moment that Roy asked out his lieutenant.
Roy slouched into his seat, watching the clock. He had to find a way to ask out Riza, without being embarrassing, due time in three days. 'Shit,' he thought to himself, 'I'm not going to be able to get out of this one.' He let out a deep breath once more, 'Well played, Hughes, well played'. He grabbed a piece of paper from one of the piles, and started jotting down his work.
Around 12:18 he started to stare at the clock again, 'It's been about three hours,' he started thinking, 'I should head down to the coffee room, my lunch is sitting in the fridge,'.
He was about to stand up, when he saw his lunch bag sit on the table in front of him, Riza sat it in front of him.
"Excuse me, Sir, keep working, we need those files done before we leave." She took a quarter of the files, and placed them on her desk, going back and grabbed another to separate on all of the others work spaces.
He sighed, "I didn't ask for your help." He grumbled the words out as he opened his lunch bag, taking out the easy sandwich he packed. His morning was too rushed for his liking.
She showed a small smile, "Well it looked like you needed it, Sir. Might as well allow me to help things along, unless you want me to put it all back," He strictly stood up, an emotion of horror dominantly showing on his face. She smirked, letting it leave her face as she went back to the formal face she kept up during her work. 'She's such a tease,' he kept to himself. He knew she was taunting. He well conscious of what she's capable of; she's deadly, and its that much more amusing for him to try to get closer to her. Though, he wasn't going to rush it.
[flashback]
Roy stood at the door, 'This is it,' he said to himself. He knocked at the door, a young woman no older than he was stood at the door in front of him. Her hair went to the end of her shoulder blades, short and slender, a ring on her right ring finger with an emerald encrusted, the band silver.
"Hello, my name is Roy Mustang, I'm here for an apprenticeship-"
"Yes, come in." She moved her body to the side to let him in, and he walked through the door, sliding his feet on the rug and slipped his shoes off.
"Father," She hollered into the room down the hall, footsteps heard from the locked door, along the wooden platforms.
A voice, distinctively male, came from the closed door, slowly approached the door after the sound of chalk came after, "Yes, Elizabeth, I'm coming," a depressed feature creased into her face. "Father, it's Riza." She corrected him, which she felt like she's done a thousand times in the past week. She rotated the ring on her hand.
The man stepped into the room, after a flash of light came from the door. He was sure it was alchemic reactions. The man came into the room, his hair hung low in his face, a dirty blond coated his face.
"Excuse me, I needed to test something in my study, I'm getting closer to something I've worked years to complete. It's almost ready." Showing excitement on his tired face, "Now, young man. I believe I forgot to introduce myself. Berthold Hawkeye. This whom you've been speaking to is my daughter." he spoke slowly and barely above a whisper. Roy hung out his hand, and the man grabbed a hold of it, examining his hands, soon letting go afterwards. "Young man, I think it's about time we get started, of course you already offered some of your knowledge, there's a bedroom upstairs for your taking for the meanwhile you are here. Please settle in and we'll start things first thing tomorrow at noon. Now if you'll excuse me. Elizabeth, please show the boy to the room." She exhaled correcting him again, "Father, it's Riza. Roy, correct? Please." She started her way towards the living room and up the stairs and went to the right. The spare bedroom having a dresser with mirrors, small side table with a drawer, and a single sized bed. Next to the side table hung a picture of a silhouette of a couple dancing in the moon light with a wooden frame.
After being shown the house, and unloading his things, he went down the stairs.
"So why does your father call you Elizabeth?" He curiously asked. He couldn't help it. She stirred the soup in the pan that was coming to a boil, "It was my mothers name. I looked a lot like her, says my father. I don't remember her. She passed when I was young, barely learning to speak. This ring was hers, it was left to me." She spoke quietly, moving the soup to another burner. "There's barely any pictures of her, they were engaged and were going to marry, all that was left was this ring and a few other things that were left to his possession. This, at least, is mine." She grabbed a few bowls and filled them equally, handing Roy one and walking to the table, then to her fathers study giving a few calculated knocks. "Father, dinner is ready." She soon nodded at the door as she heard her fathers response, and as it opened, he quickly retrieved the bowl, and shut it again after saying his thanks.
"Is he always like that?" He said after quickly realizing he couldn't help his question coming out of his mouth. Releasing his hand from his mouth, he grabbed the spoon from the table and started to eat. "This is delicious, thank you." he quickly said after his bite, she sat at the table that seemed to have marks from only one person ever sitting there. She responded after hesitating, "Yes," and took a bite of food into her mouth. She seemed like she was going to say more, but stopped it at that.
[back to present]
After a day of completing work, Riza gave him his gloves back. He looked like he was going to pass out.
"Sir, have you been getting enough sleep?" he was drawn from the conversation she was attempting, getting startled as he finally saw her next to him loyally.
"Obviously not. Come on, Sir. Let's get you home." She held out her hand, knowing he would need it to stand up. He took it thankful, and gave a tired smile. They walked out to the cab, and Hawkeye noted the address of his house to the driver. The drive was quiet, but it wasn't awkward. The peaceful silence was what they needed after the day of graphite scratching paper, Hawkeye shouting at everyone, and the drop offs of other military officers.
The cab driver stopped after reaching the destination, Riza handed the money and thanked them. After getting out of the car, they walked to the house. Riza got into standard salute position as Roy opened the door, welcoming her inside. 'Typical, I should have known he would greet me inside.' She mused inside her skull.
The house is still packed with boxes, some open, some still sealed shut. Photos laid against the walls in frames, some even from when he was in school and on the side being taught alchemy. She didn't dare to smile just yet at the photos of him where she and some classmates bombed him with water balloons for fun from a roof. He was so young, so naive.
"Sir, this isn't necessary." She kept her formal voice, as usual when she locked the door for him.
"It's Roy." He corrected as soon as he was in the kitchen, making tea.
"Roy," She gave it a try, and let her guard down for once in what seemed forever, "Mind if I ask what happened to keep you from sleeping?" She sat down on the leather couch, lounging as he made tea.
"Memories," He spoke, her eyes lifting to meet his, "Ishval sent all of us to ruin, and transformed everyone's eyes into those of killers." He looked away and sipped from the glass. She kept hers on his, and looked down to the photos, allowing her to smile, just a little. He noticed, and sat next to her on the cushions, moving away and removed his boots after placing the cup on the side table.
'I might as well stay longer. He's going to receive hell if he gets no sleep tonight as well.' She reflected as she removed her boots as well along with her jacket.
"You're staying? That's sure a first." He remarked with a smirk, she only nodded her head quickly. While off her guard, Roy crawled over her and pinned her down.
"Roy." She grabbed her pistol and shoved it to his forehead, he sighed and raised his arms. Its typical she would do this. But damn it was, "So hot." her eyes widened and gasped, and so did he. 'Damn it', he thought, he didn't mean to say it out loud.
She sighed and got up and pulled his ear to his bed. She grabbed him a glass of water from downstairs after leaving him up there. When she got back upstairs, his shirt was pulled off and was in the middle of pulling his pants off, she couldn't hide the furious heat coming on her face. She cleared her throat, he smiled up at her. She didn't smile back, but sighed deeply in response. He got into bed and spoke, "You know I have spare clothes for you, right?" She dug in his drawers and glared at the pajamas, "You stole these from the old house, didn't you?" he waved his hand at her, laughing, "So what if I did, Riza?" She let her breath out, realizing she was holding it in.
The pajamas were from when she was younger, but she knew they would still fit her physique, the top being a simple black tee with a logo of the noodles company she liked at the time, the shirt was always slightly baggy. The shorts being gray with light blue vertical stripes going to mid-thigh, ripped at where the hem would possibly be. She cut and ripped them off on a summer afternoon, being too warm to wear the long pajama pants.
She went to the bathroom next to his room and changed, letting herself know it was only going to be for the night. She heard a knock while her top was completely off, rushing to get something on, "Riza, I need to ask something of you," she hesitated before pulling her shirt over her head. "Also know that before I ask that Hughes is pushing me on this and its completely not work related.." She rolled her eyes, smirking a bit, 'Of course, it'd be Hughes.' She simplified.
He resumed talking, "But there's this banquet he told me I have to go to and take you as my date," She felt herself getting a small bit agitated with Hughes especially, but let the thought go as she opened the door with her pajamas on. "Is that an order, Sir?"
She needed to compose herself, as her commanding officer stepped closer removing the space between them, whispering in her ear softly, "Yes," She physically flinched, body shaking in the aftereffects.
"Should I also order that you sleep next to me tonight?" He bullied, she looked down at his abs and the scars in his ribs from bullet wounds, finding herself getting warm and shaking herself out of it. "No need to, Roy, already planned on it." She exclaimed, 'Shit, there goes my usually stoic self', she gritted her teeth. She already knew he would only come to the couch and grab her and carry her to bed, and she of course was going to save herself from embarrassment. She wasn't going to play this game with him, she didn't need to.
As they got into bed, he cradled her backside, and felt him breathing by the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She didn't stop him though. He only wanted to be able to have this night, and she agreed to it. She knew he wouldn't try anything from the usual comments that are slightly inappropriate for what they are to the world. He breathes her in, and is comforted by the smell she gives to him. She closed her eyes, and tried to find slumber.
03:19
Riza woke up from Roy yelling out from his sleep, thrashing about the king sized bed, twisting into a silenced cry as he hushed himself into the pillows and blankets. She couldn't say anything, turning over and fiddling with his hair that was scorched with sweat. He was guarding his head at first, slowly and carefully letting him drop his shield and allow himself into her slender and gentle arms. Her smell was of gunpowder and floral affairs, and he found his being getting addicted off of her scent. She tangled him in his arms, gently brushing her lips on the side of his head near his temple, making his wrap on her add more pressure. Her breath slid deeply down his neck, receiving small jolts of chills down his back. He let himself relax, whispering, "Thank you, Riza," to her shoulder, feeling her hand play with his hair once more. He closed his eyes and started to fall into the deep abyss, named of sleep.
As Roy woke up from the alarm on the bedside table, he noticed it wasn't set to his usual 08:00, instead it was set to 09:30, giving him an extra hour and thirty minutes. He turned off the alarm, and there was another thing off. Riza wasn't in the bed. She left a note,
'Roy,
I set your alarm so you can get a little more sleep. You need to rest easy.
When you awake, I'll be gone at the office. We must not forget the rules that this job confines us in. Come in when you're ready. If you're not in by lunch, I will stop in around that time. We can talk later or at that time.
See you.'
He flipped the note, back and forth, noticing the backside, it read,
'burn this note after you've read it'
He grabbed his gloves and popped the air, burning the note effectively. He knew it was Riza who wrote it, it was her handwriting. He didn't need much more than that. He relaxed in his bed, not yet removing his gloves. He could easily use this for a day off, but he wasn't sure on this. It seemed out of place, especially since his lieutenant would normally scream at him for blowing off paperwork. He didn't want to go back to sleep, it's not like he could anyways.
He already missed the feeling of her hands curling in his hair.
A/N: This chapter is slightly short, but it'll progress soon enough. This is rated Mature mostly because I plan on going somewhere with this piece (also there's the part about mature language, duh). I've been writing this in the past two days, mostly because I needed to edit quite a bit of this before publishing. I don't want mistakes. I never see /enough/ Roy and Riza, so I decided to write some up. I'd enjoy it very much if you reviewed this. Thanks.
