Collecting Rarities

Prologue

Hughes is known to flash photos every which way and at every single person he comes across.

In fact, he'd earned quite the reputation. Many found it easier to run than bare the sight of another incredibly cute photo. Elysia was just too beautifully wonderful for their small minds to handle, Maes supposed.

But no one had ever seen his private collection.

Oh no, not even Gracia had seen these.

And the people in them- well if Roy and Riza ever found out he had these, they would slaughter him on the spot.

Hughes had his favorites of these, and each came with their own little entertaining story.

(*FMA*)

Chapter 1: A Long Day

Riza hadn't slept in days. No one in the office had. Tough cases all took their tolls, but this one...this had done more than take it's toll. It r\had gotten passed all of the barriers each person had carefully thrown up around their minds.

It was understandable. If you aren't affected by the murder of thirty two little children, none over the age of seven. you were to far gone for anyone to save you.

But the reports had to be written, and couldn't wait any longer. Everyone had already procrastinated long enough. and now only a few more hours remained before the deadline. Only Mustang and Hawkeye had yet to finish them. They were close, but by one in the morning they had slowed considerably.

Roy finished his first. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open long enough to sign it. He stared blearily at his barren desktop for a minute before coming to a conclusion. He opened his bottom desk drawer- one usually kept locked- and took out a bottle of vodka and a half empty bottle of bourbon.

Taking from the drawer two clean glasses, he poured a bourbon for himself, and a glass of vodka for Riza. He knew of her preference for something strong as vodka, but knew she didn't like the same bourbon he did. So the bottle of the clear liquid took residence in the drawer, for occasions like this.

As inappropriate as it was for them to be drinking...she didn't protest this time like she usually did and Roy still had half a mind left to be worried. If Riza was willingly drinking with him at work, this was really getting at her.

Keeping the half empty glass in hand, he stumbled to the couch, his drink sloshing, and fell there, half twisted in an awkward sprawl. He set the glass on the little coffee table, and sat up into a comfortable position.

Riza stared into her cup, but didn't say anything.

Roy patted a spot next to him on the couch.

She obviously noticed, but just ignores the suggestion.

"Come on, Riza...pwease?" He hiccuped. In this tired state, the alcohol was affecting him more than usual.

"I'm almost done," She replied staring at her report. The words were becoming fuzzy.

Roy whines, "Then finish after a quickie."

Riza immediately took it the wrong way. "A what?"

"A nap, a quick nap!" Roy realized his mistake and waved his arms furiously, trying to amend it.

Riza sighed and let the file fall shut, and she stood up, leaving her own glass behind. She sat next to him, her back ramrod straight as she tried to keep the blood from rising up and staining her cheeks in a blush.

He was so close.

Close enough to touch. She made her hands into fists. Now was certainly not the time to go thinking about that. She shivered and thought sourly, I'm not in any mood to be taking a cold shower tonight.

"So what's bothering you?" Roy asked.

Even as a drunkard he was still the caring and worried man I fell in love with. "Nothing...Just..tired." She admitted. Even as she said this, she found her eyes closing, and she was slowly falling into his arms. God, why couldn't they just sit like this forever? Held together in a warm embrace...like nothing was wrong with the world. She cuddled deeper into his warmth, and he held her close

He wrapped his arms around her, and nuzzled against her hair, whispering without thinking, "Love you, Riza,"

And she murmured back into his shoulder, "Love you, Roy."

They heard a faint click of a camera and a snicker.

Then, they fell asleep

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ummm...hi :) well, it's like... uh... 4 in the morning on New years day and i'm at my friend cometdragons house, so i decided to write a little royai fanfic!

obviously my big project (the sequel to Ivory Alchemist) needs to be worked on, but truthfully, my brain is kindof saying, shutup, i don't wanna write this rite now, so i guess this is just a way to let of a little creative writing steam.

it's not that great, so please ignorew errors and forgive me if it makes no sense XD

it IS four in the morning after all.

love,

gilraenstar