Note: I'm rewatching FMA:B for the 10 millionth time and I can't get over how much I love Royai! Anyway, I saw a pic on deviantART that I can't find now but it's of everyone at Edward and Winry's wedding and it got me thinking…

The Wedding: A FMA:B Fanfic. I own none of these characters. Mostly Royai but other ships are present as well.

Rated M for future lemons.

Chapter 1

Riza Hawkeye's long blonde hair was blown back when the ferry took off in the open water. She was standing on the deck in the front of the ship, holding the railing for stability. The wind was so intense that she never heard him come up behind her. She glanced behind her, feeling a presence there.

"Sir!" she exclaimed, saluting to her superior, General Roy Mustang.

"Stop that Riza," he said, casually saluting her back with a finger and leaning on the railing next to her. "We're on leave. Plus, I can't think of you as my subordinate in that outfit."

She blushed. As soon as they got to the resort, all of the guests of the wedding was supposed to attend dinner, and so she had worn her new blue dress on the ship. It was tight and sparkly and she felt uncomfortable, but when she had looked in the mirror at the boutique in Central, she had admitted to herself it was worth it. She looked good.

The heels were killing her too. Who had invented these? She wanted to shoot them.

He was wearing his suit, and his blue tie was askew. Rebecca, Riza's best friend, said that most women thought Roy Mustang was good-looking, and he had a reputation as a womanizer. Riza ignored the talk. She had to, because if she heard about him with another woman she would feel something she had no business feeling. Jealousy. But she could admit to herself she thought he looked handsome in that outfit.

She turned around to look at him, while pushing her blond locks behind her ears to try and keep it under control. "Your tie is messed up. Do you want me to fix it?"

"Sure," he said. He stood up in front of her. He looked down at the top of her head while she redid his tie. He could smell her hair and her lavender shampoo. He had done his tie wrong on purpose, so she would fix it, and be close to him. He knew she would never get so near him without a good reason to be. When she finished she looked up at him.

He was close, so close. She could feel his breath on hers, could see his dark eyes very clearly. "Done."

She smiled weakly at him, took a step back, and put her hands back on the railing. Her face was hot and she needed the wind coming off the water to make it look as that was what was making her cheeks so red.

He leaned back on the railing next to her, smiling a little. This weekend was going to be interesting. He was going to make it very interesting for her, indeed.

Just then, the resort came into view. It was on an island in the middle of a lake. The resort was a huge white building, with the main area towards the back of the small island, and two long wings jutting out in front of it where the rooms were located. The beach in front of it had white sand and lots of brightly colored flowers littered around. Riza thought it was insanely gorgeous, considering most of the time she was around the same monotonous military buildings.

The boat docked, and Riza and Roy got off, accompanied by some other guests staying at the resort that weekend. They walked through huge double doors into the lobby, past the beach and a rather large fountain.

"Can I help you?" asked the woman at the desk. The lobby was rather large and was classically decorated.

Roy walked over with Riza behind him. "We're here to check in," he said.

"What was the name?" she asked.

"Mustang," he replied.

She checked her book and smiled. "Oh yes, you're here for the Elric wedding, right? Well I have a room booked for you over on the left side of the resort. it's where the rest of your party will be. Your dinner will be in the banquet room on the way to your room, you'll see the signs. Here's your keys," the woman said, holding out keys to both of them.

Roy blushed, thinking things inside his head that he most definitely should not be, things involving Riza and what he wanted to happen if they ever shared a room. He took one of the keys hesitantly.

She saw his face, and narrowed her eyes at him. She turned to the woman at the desk. "Sorry, I'm not with him. I have a reservation under Hawkeye."

The desk receptionist's eyes got wide. "Oh my, I'm so sorry, I just assumed you were together. Let me get you your key. Your rooms are right next to each other it looks like. Your bags will be brought in while you're at dinner."

"Thank you," Riza replied, smiling. Roy still hadn't recovered from his dirty thoughts, so Riza grabbed his arm and dragged him out the doors and to the left side of the resort. Other guests stared at them, some shaking their heads and laughing.

"I swear, sir, that if you don't quit thinking about what I know you are currently thinking about, I will shoot you," she whispered loudly enough for him to hear.

"I told you Riza, we're on leave. Don't call me 'sir.'," he said, fully recovered because of her threats. He continued to let her lead him over to the building where they were staying.

When they entered their wing, she knew what the receptionist had meant when she told them they would see the signs. Everywhere one looked their were signs proclaiming the wedding of Edward Elric and Winry Rockbell.

She let go of him as they approached the doors into the banquet hall. She checked her hair in the mirror that was hanging in the hall.

He offered his arm. "Shall we go in?"

She hesitated, and looped her arm around his. "Of course sir."