I decided I wasnt happy with how I finished this story and really wanted to go back and finish it up proper instead of rushing through it. And now that I finally have a word program I can fix all those darn spelling errors and mistakes that have annoyed me to no end every time I look back at this.

Title was taken from some lyrics of LeetStreet boys. I own nothing. :)

Lust for your Alchemy

The sun was just starting to set on Central, casting the last rays of soft warm light on the two faces. They had just finished a romantic dinner at one of his many favorite restaurants and then taken a walk down the street that followed the river, it reminded her of one of those fairytale books. It was too perfect and to top it off the area they were currently in was quiet with no one in sight, it made them feel like they were the only two people in the whole world. The young couple found a bench that faced the water and took a moment to sit down and watch the last of the sunset. No words were exchanged between the two; they had surpassed the point of needing words. They took comfort in each other's arms and merely enjoyed their free time together, even though Roy Mustang had been made Furher and their relationship was open and accepted by all, it was still rare to find some quiet time together, his new position was demanding and often kept him in his office into all hours of the night- sometimes having to be literally locked in their by Riza herself. The air around them had cooled since the sun went down and Riza ran her hand over her bare arm to shake off the oncoming chill. Without words the man pulled her gently into himself, wrapping one side of his warm trench coat jacket around her arms and holding her lovingly against the chilly night breeze.

"Riza...?" The soft voice broke into the silent night. She lifted her chin a degree from where her head rested on his warm shoulder and gave him a questioning look.

"What is it Roy?" Her voice sounded loud against the night. Roy's face was cast in the shadow of the streetlight above them and she couldn't help but notice and mysterious and handsome it made him look. She couldn't stop the blush from coming across her features.

"Riza...?" The same tone came again. "You're hot."

The comment caught her completely by surprise. Not that she had ever heard him tell her this before but never quite like this before. "Roy... That was tactless!"

"I said your hot Lt. Are you feeling alright?" The hand that took her forehead was different now. It was still warm but… different somehow.

Riza's eyes snapped open and she shot up straight in her chair like she had just been stuck. Everything was fuzzy and then the room spun around her. She had sat up too fast and vertigo took hold and she wobbled on the spot. The arms that caught her and supported her were all too familiar. Her eyes began to focus on the figure in front of her and soon the face of Roy Mustang, her superior was clearly visible. The look of concern was evident on his face.

"...Sir?" Her voice came out broken and confused. It took a moment to remember where she was. She was in the office and it was approaching early evening. They were the only two left in the office at this time. She hadn't been feeling well all day but had pushed herself to ignore it. She must have fallen asleep at some point. How long was she out? "Colonel! I'm sorry! I must just be tired... I'm almost finished with those papers, they just need your- " Her voice was cut off as Roy placed his finger across her lips.

"You know… if you weren't feeling well you should have just told me." His voice chided her as he pulled one of those dashing Mustang smiles.

"No. I'm fine, really. I'm just a little tired." She gave him what she hoped as a reassuring smile although her mind was clouded and she was having trouble focusing on anything that wasn't directly in front of her. She knew she was sick but this report on that building had to be finished first thing tomorrow and there was still a lot to do.

"Are you kidding? You obviously have a fever! I'm sending you home to rest. I'll have Havoc come up and escort you home." Roy stood up and walked to the door. His voice had the tone of 'Its final. Don't bother arguing.' She sighed in defeat. She couldn't think enough to argue anymore, she merely set about clearing off some of the papers and put them into the drawer neatly, leaving only the ones Roy needed out. Just because she was sick didn't mean she had to be any less organized. Roy entered a moment later followed by Havoc.

"I left the papers you'll need on the desk, just be sure to get- "

Her voice was cut off again by Roy. "I'll be fine. I know what they are. Please just go home and rest."

Havoc gave his cheesy grin of a greeting and waited patiently at the door for Hawkeye.

"Sir, I don't live very far, I'm more than capable of walking across the street myself." She explained, thinking it was silly to have an escort just to her apartment in the military residence. When Roy didn't answer she sighed and headed for the door. Most of her just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep right now. She didn't have the energy. Havoc closed the door behind them.

"So not feeling well? I'm surprised he let you sleep for so long."

Havoc gave that smile that he was hiding something. Riza frowned and glanced at him. How long was she asleep before he woke her up?

"What do you mean?"

"Erm... well you know... Mustang and all... I think he was enjoying listening to you talk..."

She could feel her face growing warmer, only now it wasn't just from the virus. Was she talking out loud? How much did he hear? It was still rather warm outside, despite the sun had already set some time ago. The streetlamps lit their way, the two walked in silence for about five minutes before Riza finally realized something, it had taken longer from what was probably caused by her fever. They should be there by now. Residence wasn't that far away. She stopped in mid-step and cursed this sickness again for her slow reaction. Looking up at the blond man she noticed that he stopped when she did and his expression was very un-Havoc. It was the only way to describe how he looked at her.

"Who the hell are you?" She reached to her side where she felt the weight of the gun at her side. Her eyes darted around the area, they were still close to HQ but the area was all but deserted, her vision blurred again. Her eyes rested on the man in front of her, what used to be the image of Havoc's kindly face was now the face of someone she didn't recognize. She tried her best to focus, forcing her eyes to cooperate and her mind to clear. She had her gun drawn quickly but at the same time blackness suddenly took over and she fell into unconsciousness.

The young androgynous man smiled crookedly as he extended his arms to catch the woman as she fell.

"Mission Complete."