Chapter 1: Good Morning?

A/N: So finally, I ended up beginning a HavocAi story like I promised! I'm not too sure where this is going to go, but I've written one chapter, so here you go! I hope you like it!

P.S. – I would ask for reviews, but I think it's a mute point, as no one ever reviews. You'd think that after getting 200 hits on one chapter you'd have more than one review (-sad rant about my life-). Although it's appreciated from those who do (wait…did I just ask you for reviews?)!

'Damnit.' She thought as she lay in his bed with his arms enveloping her in their warmth. She never wanted this to happen, and truthfully, it shouldn't have happened. The worst part of it was that she was growing accustomed to it. The way he smelled of embers and strong cologne. The way his chest rose and fell on her back with his every breath…

Riza Hawkeye rolled over to face the man next to her. He noticed her movement, and his eyes fluttered open in an instant of pure, innocent blue. As Jean's eyes focused on a sleepy-eyed Riza, a small smile began to play on his face as he realized that once again, he had won, and she hadn't been able to say no. He too knew that what they were doing was certainly out of the question, but how could he possibly keep away from her? Mornings like these were exactly the type of thing that further complicated their situation. The way she looked when she woke up was simply breathtaking, and he wouldn't have wanted her to share mornings like these with anyone but him.

She stared at the clock over his shoulder that read 8:00 A.M. Normally she would have already been late to work, but today was a Saturday and they could both sleep in (or something like that) to their hearts' content. She smiled up at him, taking in the mess of blonde atop his head and suggesting a shower. "Yeah…you're probably right." He replied as he looked dead-on into her eyes for a moment before stumbling groggily out of his bed and heading towards the bathroom.

As soon as Jean had closed the door and she heard the water turn on, she slowly got up from the massive jumble of bed sheets, pillows and strewn undergarments and wrapped one of the blankets around her body as she gathered up her clothes to get dressed. All the while, she thought about Roy Mustang, and justified herself repeatedly sleeping with Jean to his sleeping around with other women. She knew it sounded like she was out for revenge, but she wasn't out for revenge. Or was she?

Jean stepped into the warm shower and stood comfortably for a moment, thinking. Last night. It was one of those nights where he almost regretted ever enticing her and bringing her into his bed. Last night. It was beautiful, he thought. Beautiful, yet maddening, heartbreaking, and earth-shattering. Just once, he thought, it would be a miracle if just once she would say his name in bed. Just once. But it had always been this way. She had never said anything until the fourth time. And the name had been that of his superior officer, Mustang. She always said his name, and when their eyes met in that one moment, he could see the longing in hers, wishing that his were deep onyx instead of blue, and that his hair was raven black, instead of blonde. The worst part of it was; he forgave her every time. He shouldn't want to be with her like this when she clearly wants someone else. So why did he? He pondered for a moment, realizing that in the end, she was everything that he wanted and needed, and he just wanted to be the same for her. But he was never enough.

Riza turned off the burner for the coffee pot and filled two cups. She couldn't help but wonder how Jean put up with her. They didn't meet as often anymore, maybe once or twice a week, but still. The fact that she let Mustang's name slip again last night haunted her. It wasn't supposed to, but it had. She really did like Jean. He wasn't that bad once you got past the disgusting cigarettes and his love of curvaceous women. In fact, she might like to say that she would actually have a relationship with him if their beginning hadn't been so awkward and impersonal.

They had started out with sex. Just sex, no strings attached. And that's when they had both figured out that it wasn't going to work. But the physical attraction never ceased, and in the end, always won. That's why she was here, making them coffee on a Saturday morning. Because she realized that what she wanted to have with Jean Havoc she couldn't have, and it was all because she couldn't keep her damned mouth shut in bed.