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I Spy

"I'm bored".

Riza saved a sigh at her superior officer. He had an elbow resting against the arm of his seat, his chin resting on top of his fist. Mustang's charcoal hair shone with the dying light of the sun, his eyes dull from his boredom. They had come from a visit to the Southern border, inspecting the small outpost. Now, they found themselves on the train back to Central. The long train to Central. She was actually a little surprised that he had lasted this long.

"Read the paper." She suggested.

To this, Roy sighed loudly as he grumbled, "I have. Twice."

She shook her head, suppressing a laugh, "Well, I don't know what to do for you."

His dark eyes shot over to meet hers, an evil smile pulling at the corner of his lips. The humor quickly left Hawkeyes face as he dropped his arm. He held her gaze firmly, the dull look in his eyes replaced by a mischievous glint.

"What?" she asked, rubbing her nose, "Do I have something on my face?"

"Play a game with me."

Riza blinked at him, her eyebrows knitting in suspicion, "What kind of game?"

Mustang shrugged, an innocent look on his face, "I spy."

She placed a hand over her mouth, suppressing the giggle that was boiling to the top. They had played this simple game all of the time when they were younger. It was innocent and simple, naming of colors and trying to best each other with the cleverest object. Of course, as they got older, the game became more… depraved. But, that was when they were teenagers. Surely, he had grown out of that?

"Fine. I'll start." She said readjusting herself in her seat, "I spy something chartreuse."

"Really, Hawkeye?" he asked incredulously as he raised an eyebrow, "Chartreuse?"

"What? Too hard for you, sir? Do I need to speak in kindergarten colors?" she asked, matching his gaze.

"The grass." He answered as he sat back in his seat.

Riza nodded her head, smiling. Roy crossed his arms over his chest, looking around the train car. She waited patiently and watched his eyes as he searched. She knew his trick. She knew that he would always look in the opposite direction of the object that he had chosen.

"I spy something chocolate." He announced, looking out the window.

Riza looked above her head and pointed, "Our bags."

"Nope." He said, smiling.

She looked to the floor directly below his seat, "The candy under your foot."

"Wrong again," he said, picking up his foot in disgust, "and that's gross."

She smiled as he scraped his boot across the bottom of the seat, giggling as his nose scrunched at the nastiness on his boot, "Um, the trim on my jacket."

Roy shoot his head, his black hair swinging in front of his eyes, "Need a hint?"

"No, sir. I can figure it out on my own." She said.

He raised his eyebrows, the side of his mouth turning upwards in a smirk, "Okay. I guess we'll have to wait and see about that one."

Riza continued naming off random objects in the train car, only hearing a negative to every thing she rattled off. She desperately watched his eyes, waiting for some tell-tell sign of where this chocolate colored object was located. Finally, she threw her arms in the air in defeat.

"I give, sir. What is it?"

Roy settled back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest. He purposefully waited to tell her, a smile spreading across his face, "You mean you can't think of anything that's chocolate?"

"Well, sir, I named off about thirty things that are chocolate in color, but you keep saying those things are incorrect. So quit being a jerk and tell me."

He shrugged, the smile never leaving his face, "It's your eyes."

Riza stared at him for a moment, feeling a slight blush splash her cheeks, "That's not fair. I can't see those."

"Aw, did I embarrass you with my clever object? And what do you mean you can't see those? You see them everyday in a mirror." He said, leaning forward, allowing his hands to fall between his knees.

Her chocolate eyes shot him a menacing look, leaning forward as well, "I spy something smug."

"Ouch," he said, scratching the back of his head and settling back away from his angry comrade, "and it's not your turn anyway."

Riza sighed and sat back as well, not appreciating how this was most likely going to end. It was the same when they were children as well. It would start out innocent, and then turn into something completely perverted. She shook her head at her predicament, knowing that she walked right into this. Her eyes went back to his face, waiting for him to continue with his turn.

"I spy something red." He said, the amusement twinkling in his eyes.

Riza watched him carefully as he uttered his latest find. His eyes were dead set on her face, which meant… His object was directly below… her… Riza's eyes shot open wide, her face going white. He couldn't possibly see… those, could he? But, it was Roy Mustang. If he could slither into the office at Central without a sound, planting racy pictures on everyone's stacked files, then this was highly possible. She quietly cleared her throat as she crossed her legs, readjusting her skirt.

Mustang watched her quietly as she took in the color he had named. But then, the color drained from her face. He thought she was getting ill for a moment, but his eyes grew wide as he watched her tug and pull on the hem of her skirt. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, but it quickly grew into a full, stomach bending fit of laughter.

"Really, Riza?" he said between gulps of air.

She nervously pushed the hair out of her eyes, her cheeks boiling. His laughter had filled the whole cabin, causing her to casually turn her eyes out the window. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally died down to a chuckle or a snort. Hard eyes looked back at her fool as he wiped at his eyes with the backs of his hands. He sighed loudly, finally calming himself. She thought that it was over…

At least until…

"Are they lacy or silk?"

Her eyes closed and her jaw set tightly as she dropped her chin to her chest. Thoughts of gunshots and a bullet to the shoulder were quickly filling her mind. The soft melody of his chuckles resumed as she looked back over at him.

"I spy something perverted." She mumbled.

"Maybe," he said with a shrug, "I spy something embarrassed."

Chocolate orbs locked onto their target, "I spy something getting ready to be shot."

"Aw, I'm sorry. Honestly," he said, sitting back, "I'm glad to see you can cut loose. Relax a little, you know?"

"Whatever." She huffed, covering her face, "I don't want to play anymore."

"Oh, come on. We have about ten minutes before our next stop," Mustang whined.

But Riza had already uncovered her face, and was watching as the last rays of the sun slipped behind the horizon. She was completely embarrassed, not really sure of how to proceed from here. But Mustang soon began in on her again.

"So, why do you wear red? Why not pink or purple or blue?"

"General, I promise that if you keep pushing this, you are going to regret it."

"What? I'm only asking why you wear red undergarments?" he said defensively.

Now it was time to feel unbelievable uncomfortable. She trusted him with her back, but this was something private. Something that was hers. But, as she looked back up to the face of her superior, she knew that this couldn't be used as ammunition against her. At least she hoped.

So, with a deep breath, she admitted, "It helps me to feel like a woman, sir."

Mustang furrowed his eyes at her, shocked at her sudden confession, "Please explain."

Riza shrugged, wistfully returning her gaze to the scene outside the window, "I don't know. I never really had anything 'girly' when I was younger. I don't really have an opportunity to do anything womanly… So I indulge with pretty silk… you know…"

"Panties?" he said, her face turning red as the word passed his lips.

She nodded, dropping her eyes. Roy knew she had grown up modestly, and without the guidance of a woman to help her with all of the girl stuff. The frilliest thing he'd ever seen her in was a lacy white apron that she used when cooking for her father. And that was when she was 15 or 16.

She could see the sudden lightning bolt cross his features as a thought came to mind.

"Why don't you go to the military ball this year?"

Riza shot him a terrified look, rapidly shaking her head, "I don't know about any of that stuff, sir."

"Hmmm…" he hummed as he rubbed his chin.

She began to object, already knowing what he was thinking, "Please, sir. No funny business."

Roy threw his hand up, feigning defeat, "Sure, sure, Lieutenant. No funny business."

They felt the train begin to slow as they approached Dublith. Roy stood and reached up above to grab their bags, "We will rest here tonight, and begin again in the morning. I'm exhausted."

As they made their way to the small hotel, Riza could see the gears turning in his head. His eyes would flick every once in a while to the stores that they passed. She stayed around three to four paces behind, peering out of the corners to passersby. They entered the quaint hotel, Mustang asking for the two rooms already reserved. As they began to trudge tiredly to the stairs, Roy stopped as he spotted the phones. He only paused for a moment before continuing up the steps.

"I'll see you in the morning, Hawkeye."
"Yes, sir. Goodnight." She yawned as she pushed her door open.

Roy watched as she pushed her door open and stepped inside. He did the same, but only to throw his bag inside and lock his door. Quietly, he stepped past her door, making his way back down to the phones.

He had a scheme to set in motion. A smile graced his lips as he reached the phone and began to scroll through the numbers.

And he was oh so good at scheming.