(A/N: I don't own FMA. This is my first story so bear with me! Gender bent Roy and Riza. Enjoy!)
Summary:Roy. Such a short, yet manly name. Especially when followed with a last name like Mustang. Roy Mustang that was her name. It's amazing how her parents knew this name would fit her personality. Roy was a strong independent women, who needed no man. That is, until she meet Rian Hawkeye.
Chapter 1:
Like every Saturday night, the crew and I went to the bar after work. By the end of the night it was just me and Hawkeye.
"Sir, have you ever had feelings you weren't supposed to have?" He said as he bit his lip. I couldn't help but giggle. He looked so cute and I just wanted to kiss him. And so I did. I pulled him to me and kissed with all I had. Something I would've never had the courage to do if I was sober.
When I pulled away, I couldn't help but giggle again. Boy, was he gorgeous. And the shocked expression was adorable. He was blushing, something you'd never see from Hawkeye.
"Sir, I..." I pressed a finger against his lips. "Take me home." I slurred. I tried to stand from the stole but I stumbled. If Hawkeye wouldn't have reach for my hand I would have fallen face first.
With a sigh, he helped me out of the bar and we walked to my house, which wasn't to far from the bar.
As we walked, he held me close so I won't fall. He was so warm. I leaned my head against him and closed my eyes as I inhaled his scent. He cleared his throat, "We're here, sir." I opened my eyes and sighed when he let go of me to open the door.
He helped me in and lead me to the couch. As he laid me down, I wondered what would happen if I bit his ear. And I did that.
He gasped out of surprise. Since my drunk mind found this entertaining, I did it again and licked a little. He moaned and this made me want him, bad. I pulled him on me and kissed him hard. He kissed back, timid at first bit then with want and need.
Last night we had sex and now I laid next to him in my bed. I don't even remember when we moved to my room. This was bad and not to mention that my head was killing me.
Of course I had feelings for him, strong ones. Part of me was happy this happened, but the other part knew this was wrong. I couldn't have a relationship with my subordinate, no matter how much I secretly loved him.
I felt arms tighten their grip slightly around my waist. I turned my head to face him and I was in awe. He was still asleep and he looked so peaceful and I could've sworn he was smiling.
I sighed, my mind was everywhere. I tried to loosen his arms around as discreetly as possible. I needed something for this damn headache. He shifted a little before he woke up. Brown eyes meet black.
"Good morning." He smiled and it melted my heart. He was perfect.
"Morning" I smiled a little and my heart stopped when his fingers intertwined with mine. Was this really happening? I could feel my face turning red.
"I need to pee!" I got up quickly from the bed and ran to the restroom.
I ended up taking a shower and returned to the room half an hour later. I wasn't surprised that Hawkeye was no longer in bed. That's man was never still.
I went to the kitchen and was greeted by a delicious smell. I leaned against the doorframe and studied the blond haired man as he cooked. Maybe last night was a good thing and I was going to make the best of it.
