The Colonel cannot keep a straight face, so it appears.
He looks like a starving dog when he looks at her, it's almost pathetic.
He hasn't taken his eyes off her all through the conference. It feels like his thoughts are being played full volume so everyone in the room can hear exactly what he thinks of his first lieutenant. This really worried Riza. She knew if something was to happen and someone got too suspicious it would completely break Roy, and all that they worked for up until now would simply go to waste. It was terrifying.
She couldn't blame him though, she too would rather damn the whole thing and fuck him on the table right there and then. Of course, she's smarter than that.
She felt his fingers running up her thigh under her coat, under her dress. She swore one of these days his curious fingers would set off one of her pistols while teasing her under the table.
He kept on ignoring her eye signals. She tried to brush off his hand but he gripped tight, too tight.
She knew she was probably going a bit too red by this point. That flame bastard really does get bored on these meetings alright.
Roy wasn't even listening to the question he'd just been asked.
Shit, this wasn't good.
To be completely honest Riza was half listening herself. She hates the way Roy always gets in her head. She couldn't think about anything else apart from how much she wanted to rip his dark blue uniform off his well made body.
She tried to clear her mind, she glanced at the clock. They're only twenty minutes in but it felt like she has been in that stuffy room for days.
"Sir. Mustang?"
An awkward silence fell upon the room. It was as if that tense feeling of anxiety just filtered the air, filling Riza's lungs, and judging by his expression of terror, Roy's too.
Riza pulled at his sleeve, trying to break eye contact. Finally Roy turned his head and faced the other twenty men in room far more important than himself, one wrong move and he's packing a suitcase and moving the hell out of this place, throwing all his, no all their hard work out the window.
Is this his wrong move?
Is loving a woman his wrong move?
Why is it that he can be with any other woman in the damn country but cant even touch the most important one to him?
"Sir. Mustang what do you think of the offer?"
Riza knew that Roy never really paid attention in these conferences, he was always stuck in their little world. In fact he probably even forgot there was anyone else in the room apart from him and his favorite lieutenant.
Roy was no longer clinging onto Riza's thigh, but now squeezing her hand.
"Err,"
Roy brushed his hair back with his free hand.
"This is quite a hard decision, sir"
Riza wanted to bang her head against the wall. Roy's stupid attempt at sounding as if he was paying any attention was driving her mad.
"There isn't anything to decide, Colonel, it's either you take the offer or pass."
The men were getting annoyed, too annoyed, too suspicious.
Roy turned his gaze back at Riza, who immediately looked away from his terrified expression.
"I'm afraid sir I will just have to pass this time."
Riza could feel his hand shaking recklessly on her lap.
How bad did he mess up this time?
That was all that went through Riza's mind.