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BEWARE!- MAJOR SPOILERS. If you have not finished the anime of Full Metal Alchemist AND the movie, turn back now! SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!

As soon as he was back, he was gone. He left this side of the gate with his brother, and the general managed to close the gate on this side. Though the Full Metal Alchemist was gone, he would continue to live with us spiritually. None of us would forget him.

The thing that really upset her the most though, was the re-disappearance of her beloved general. He stayed only long enough to close the gate, then was gone. All the time she spent waiting for him went to waste- she had foolishly expected more than this. She was certain she could confess to him if he returned, but when he gave her only a few seconds to do so, she couldn't bring herself to.

Now she was curled up in her home, the bed sheet over her head, and a cough would escape her lungs every now and then. This thought ate away at her. How much she wanted him to return suffocated her every breath, her every thought and action.

With a knock on the door, she sprang to her feet, rolling towards the sound, carrying a small fire-arm. The door opened on its own and her intruder's chin was met with the nozzle of the gun.

"Hawk-eye, I see you're well."

The gun fell to the floor with a clatter and she saluted promptly. A small, "Sir," came off her lips.

The Flame Alchemist stood in front of her, in his usual blue military attire. She was certain his sharp ears would hear her rampant heart beating out of her chest. So many emotions clustered on her lips, waiting to be appeased,

"May I-"

Hawk-eye stood aside and let the general pass her. His boots made loud noises as he walked. Stooping down, she retrieved her fire-arm, stowing it away in some unknown compartment.

Popping back up straight, Riza stood awkwardly in front of him, the door now shut.

Staring to the left as if to fake her attention on something else, she spoke, "Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but-"

"You want to know why I'm here, right?"

"Yes sir."

"It's not military business, please drop the sir-s for now."

"Yes si-um, okay. Then why are you-"

"I was on my way to a military social gathering, but when my driver passed your house, I decided I'd rather converse with you than the others."

"So we're speaking as friends?"

"Yes, exactly."

"So I can say anything I want?"

"Basically."

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO?" Riza grabbed his collar, pulling him closer, their faces only a few inches apart.

Opening his mouth, Roy almost spoke, but then he seemed to revoke the words. His face remained completely stoic as she yelled.

"You come back for only a day, say like four words to me, then leave. Do you have any idea how prepared I was back then? DO YOU?"

"Prepared for what exactly?"

Riza's temper slowly faded, and as it floated away, she slowly unclenched his shirt collar. When her hand was calm, she slid from his neck to his collar bone, leaving her relaxed hand on him. Her head dropped and her golden bangs shaded her face.

Roy seemed the slightest bit concerned by this. Bringing his arm up slowly, he only graced her cheek with his finger before she slapped his arm away. Failure was not an option to Roy, so he brought his arms around her back, pulling her closer and closer into himself. He leaned his head ever so slightly down to touch her forehead against his own.

Then he felt the wetness of his shirt touch his skin. As the water spread, more and more of his skin became ice cold. Each of her tears seemed to burn like hell, then freeze immediately afterward.

Riza's hands came up, taking a firm hold on his face. She pushed his head away from hers, looking away and down at the wooden floor. His hands came up to hold her shoulders, She pushed against him, trying to break his hold. Dropping her arms from his face, she used them to push him away.

To no avail, she gave up. Her limp arms lay on his chest, her face turned to the floor still. A single tear dripped off her face to the floor.

"Riza, I'm sorry. I'm not letting go."

Clenching his hands on her shoulders, he let go with one hand, sliding up her neck to her head. Slowly but surely, he managed to turn her face towards him so he could become lost in her eyes.

She smiled ever so slightly as he wiped under her eyes. Bringing a limp hand up, she laid her hand over his, carefully squeezing his hand.

Roy leaned in close to Riza's ear, cleared his throat, and purred, "I came here to hold you, Riza and I don't plan to let you ruin that."

Riza only murmured, "Selfish."

"What?"

Raising her voice, she purred back, "Selfish."

"Would you mind if I was a little more selfish?"

She simply nodded her head 'no'. This action, however, was all she could manage before he pulled her forward into his lips. Letting her go only to take in air, he leaned his head forward to touch hers once more. Riza attempted to speak, but just as she opened her mouth, he took the opportunity to kiss her again. The words she spoke came out in a murmured squeak.

As their kiss deepened, he pulled her against him, lifting her off the ground.

Breaking their kiss, she growled, "Mustang, what are you doing?"

He carried her to her bed, laying her down gently across the mattress as he climbed on top of her. Her eyes widened and her heartbeat sped up as he watched her for only a moment before indulging himself with her taste once again. Riza snatched the hair on the back of his head as their tongues clashed.

As he brought his hand down her side, she wiggled under him. Taking this as an invitation, Roy traced his fingers over her stomach, feeling her body lurch under his touch. Riza pushed against him, breaking their moment.

"I asked you a question!"

When there was no answer, Riza pulled the gun from her shirt and shoved the barrel into the side of his head. "Get off!"

Again their lips joined in a heated battle, his hot breath hitting her face. With her free hand, she ruffled his hair and pushed his tongue away with hers. After a few seconds, he broke away from her and sluggishly backed off her, leaving her pointing the gun at him.

"Riza, I love you. I have always loved everything about you. I read in the dictionary that one of the definitions of love is to thrive on, to need. After thinking, I came to the conclusion that I can't be Roy Mustang if I don't have Riza Hawk-eye. I truly need you; without you, I'm not sure what I am. So please, think it over. If…if you need me too." With that, he left her there, alone.

Dropping her head back onto the bed, she looked towards the door. Do I need him?