Author's Note: Hey dudes! RocKofAgeS here with her first story on ever! wOOp! I hope you enjoy it, it's been a work in progress for quite a while now. Please, leave any comments or flames or anything, I don't care. I'd just like to know that people actually read it, that's all. Oh, and Riza and Roy are probably out of character. I tried to avoid that, but I don't know if I did such a bang-up job. But, whatever, Enjoy!

Ps - there's a black-hole reference in here, and I'd just like to say that it's in tribute to my best friend Faimie, who's science project today was about black holes. That's right, science projects in high school. Great job my friend, lmao.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. If I did, It would only be about Roy and his band of misfits.

It's a lost cause. She knows she can never have him.

But he's the one and only thing she wants.

She will occasionally look up at him while he works, checking to make sure he's not slacking, though, she sometimes uses that as her excuse just to look at him. To look at his face, his eyes, his lips, his broad shoulders, his muscular arms, though they are hidden under many layers of uniform. Her eyes travel back up to his eyes for a brief second more before she looks back down at her paperwork and continues to do her job.

On some days, if she is feeling particularly ambitious, she will finish all of her work early so that she can stand behind him and supervise from there.

She would become the most tempted on Friday all-nighters, which would be pulled every once in a while, if Roy was extremely behind schedule. She would mentally curse herself every time she'd think about how it was only the two of them in the building, and that if something were to happen, no one would be around to know.

Tonight was another all-nighter.

She had just come back to her desk after making herself a nice cup of tea. Just before reaching her chair, she placed a cup of coffee on Roy's desk for him.

"Thanks, Lieutenant", he said.

"Your welcome, sir", she replied in her usual monotonous way as she sat back down at her desk.

"You know, since it's off hours, you don't have to address me like that anymore. You can just call me Roy."

"No thanks, sir.", she replied. Every time they pulled an all-nighter, he'd say that to her. And every time her answer was no.

She couldn't help it. If she started calling him Roy, she might let her feelings slip, and that wouldn't be good. The military frowned down upon military personel fraterinizing with eachother. They could lose their jobs.

She worked harder and faster on her papers.

Roy was also almost done with his.

Soon they would part ways. He would walk her home, just to be a kind gentleman, since it was so late at night, though it's not like she needed the protection. It was still nice of him, though.

"So Lieutenant, anything else I have to do?", asked Roy, who suddenly appeared right in front of her desk, a stack of papers in his arms.

"Nope, that's it for tonight", she said, putting her papers into a pile, and then standing in order to take Roy's papers from him. She'd still need to review a few more things, but she didn't want to keep Roy there, he looked really worn out.

"What about you? It looks like you've still got some stuff to do." said Roy, handing her his stack.

"Well, yes, but it won't take me long. You get home and go to bed.", she answered.

"Hmmmm. On second thought, I think I'm gonna stay here with you and wait for you to finish up. I mean, it can't be very fun in here when you're all by yourself.", a grin spread across Roy's face as he finished his sentence.

"No sir, don't wor–" "I told you, call me Roy. And it isn't a problem, I'll stay. I wasn't planning on hitting the bar tonight anyway. So, you go change into some more comfortable clothes, I'll make you some fresh tea, and then you'll finish your work." "But..." "No buts, go", he said as he pushed her towards the door. She reluctantly went.

When she came back she was wearing a pair of faded, old-looking jeans that had a slight flare at the bottom, and the black turtle-neck that she wore under her uniform shirt.

She saw Roy sitting on one of the couches with her tea in one hand and the papers in the other.

She proceeded towards him, slightly blushing as she sat indian style on the couch next to him. He handed her her papers and placed her mug of tea on the floor next to the arm of the couch.

She began to read over the documents, but could hardly concentrate. She could feel Roy's eyes on her, watching her work. She blushed slightly.

Roy must have caught the blush.

"So lieutenant, when was the last time you went out and had some fun?", that goofy grin appeared on his face again.

"Not since college. Why?", she was rather startled by the context of the question. What did he have planned?

Roy proceeded to shift closer to her, so that now he was sitting indian style with his back to the arm of the couch, facing her.

He had taken his jacket and boots off while she was changing, so the only thing separating her from the chest that had alluded her for so long was a light blue button-down dress shirt, whose two top buttons had been undone.

She tried her hardest not to look as nervous as she felt, but she was having a hard time doing so.

"Well, you see lieutenant, I was a bit concerned about the fact that you never talk of going out with friends, so I thought, for the sake of keeping everyone in my company in tip-top condition, which includes keeping them happy, I would take you out to dinner, say, tomorrow at 7?" Roy finished with his trademark grin.

Riza almost fell off the couch. She couldn't believe her ears. Roy Mustang, the Colonel Roy Mustang, had just asked her, Riza Hawkeye, on a date. She was scared to speak, just in case it turned out to just be a figment of her imagination. She just stared at him for a minute, letting it sink in, when finally she answered, "I would love to", as cool-ly and Riza-soldier-like as she could. Though, on the inside, she felt like she could just burst with happiness.

"Wonderful. I'll pick you up from your house. Now, finish that work of yours so that we can leave this dog pound", Roy grinned even wider than before.

Riza tried her hardest to finish her work as quickly as possible, but it was no use. All of a sudden she felt a chill run down her spine, she had gotten rather abruptly very cold. She could feel the Colonel's eyes on her, those beautiful eyes of his, like black holes, they could drag her in with one glance, and she'd be lost forever in a sea of liquid lead. Whoa whoa whoa, back to work. At least pretend you're doing something, Riza mentally slapped herself.

She tried once again to at least feign a work-like state, but she was startled by a yawn and a stretch from the Colonel, who, upon seeing he had gotten her attention, said, "You know, I'm really tired, and it's rather chilly in here, don't you think? Maybe we'd both be more comfortable if we got a little closer. I saw you shiver before, I know you wouldn't mind the heat of a flame alchemist right about now, would you?" the boyish grin was back.

Riza couldn't resist. She had been waiting for this moment for so long.

"What happens on the couch, stays on the couch", she said, she couldn't resist a bit of comedy. She was a rather funny person, but she would never let any of her co-workers ever know that.

The colonel laughed heartily as Riza shifted closer to him. Roy changed direction so that now his back was on an angle to where the arm of the couch meets the back. He kept his legs crossed, and Riza was able to sit right in the middle of them, with her back to his chest. She rested her head back on his right shoulder, and she arched her legs so that she'd have something to lean her paper work on. Roy put his arms around Riza's waist, folding his hands together on her stomach.

Riza tried one again to feign work, but now she couldn't even look at the papers. She was in perpetual heaven. Roy realized she wasn't actually working, and a small smile appeared on his face. "You know, if you aren't gonna work, why hold the papers? Might as well relax, office hours have ended, we're not even supposed to be here right now. If there's anything in that pile that needs to immediately be done or that could potentially get either of us scolded for not doing it, I'll take the blame. I mean, I am your colonel."

With that, Roy took the stack from Riza and put them on the ground, along with her pen.

"Now, lets just relax for once, okay?" this was one request Riza could undoubtedly agree to. She lightly nodded her head in agreement and gave in to the bliss she was experiencing. She rose and fell with every breath the colonel took. He slowly rose his hand to take her hair out of its clip, and then let her beautiful golden locks slip through his fingers.

She slowly intertwined her fingers with the hand he left on her stomach. She brought it up to her face, placing it softly on her cheek. Feeling the blisters and scars of war still present on his hands. She began remembering everything they had gone through together, all the fighting, all the dying, all the destruction. She couldn't help it, she let a tear roll down her cheek. She was in the arms of the one man she had tried so hard to protect all these years. The one man she would give it all for.

The tear hit Roy's hand, and after feeling it, he slowly lifted her chin, causing her to have to shift on to her side partially, and he kissed her. At first only lightly, but then it became deeper after he could tell that Riza wasn't going to attempt to shoot him for doing so. Honestly the last thing she would have wanted to do right now was shoot him. The world could end right now and I wouldn't care, because I've finally found true happiness, Riza thought.

BAM! The door slammed open, the lights flicked on.

"Man, why the hell do we have to come in now! It's 6 o'clock in the morning on a fuckin satur— " Havoc's unlit cigaret dropped clear out of his mouth. Breda, Feury, and Farman tried their hardest not to move, hoping that maybe if they stood very still, they wouldn't be seen. Riza and Roy stopped kissing, but their faces were still very close together, Roy was still holding on to Riza, his hand was still on her chin, but both of their eyes were wide, and their mouths were slightly open. Shock and fear were written all over their faces, but most of all, embarrassment.

Unfortunately, Hughes was the last one to enter the room, and the first one to speak, "well well well! I knew this day would come! I told you, Roy, you have to settle down, and you sure picked a fine lady to do it with. Riza, I'm just so happy for you, you and Roy make an excellent couple" Hughes was bubbling with excitement, "oh, wait till I tell Gracia!"

She didn't even realize it, but Roy had gotten up from the couch and was now facing everyone with a menacing look on his face. His fingers were poised for action. "Either all of you leave, right now, and forget this ever happened, or I end your lives in a slow and painful death. Choose. NOW."

Everyone slowly backed out of the room, leaving Roy and Riza by themselves once again. Riza gingerly stood up and headed for her desk, gathering her personal belongings. Roy still stood in the middle of the room, but he had let his hands drop back down to his sides. He had a look of despair on his face, and his eyes focused on some unseen subject on the floor. After she got her things together, Riza went over to Roy and leaned in, giving him a small kiss on the cheek, then whispered, "7 o'clock, right? I'll be waiting." and with that she left.

A small smile appeared on his face. Hughes, you couldn't have been more right.

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