It was getting late and Riza knew that something was wrong. It had been almost a year since that day. The horror was behind them, but Mustang still wasn't at the top. She was still his personal assistant, in a way, but had been promoted up the ranks. She had left work early, after confessing to feeling sick Mustang sent her home to rest. Her mere cold left her sniffling and with a headache, but nothing more.

Curled on the couch, it was getting cold and she had not bothered to light the fire to keep her warm. Regrettably, dinner didn't look like it was going to get cooked either, with her too caught up daydreaming on the couch. In all these years of knowing Roy, they had barely touched, and she longed to. Just to touch his cheek, run her fingers through his hair, was all she ever wanted. Working together kept their private lives strictly separate, but Riza often dreamed of changing that.

Ever since that day, she thought he would see her differently. That he would suddenly confess to having feelings for her in return, but she knew he would never- even if he did love her- he was too much of a gentleman. His sight had started to return, but it was still foggy occasionally. Often he relied on Black Hayate, which was why she was alone right now.

A quiet knock on the door woke her. It wasn't that late, but it felt like almost midnight to her. Getting to her feet, she stumbled from the head rush, but steadied herself before taking one of her weapons and approaching the door. A soft familiar bark made her stop, before opening the door with a sudden swing. Stopping dead in her tracks, she found Mustang leaning against the door in one of his fitted suits. His face was smiling, but he looked almost worried. The sight of him took her breath away, but then she realised what she must look like; daggy pyjamas, messy hair and a blanket wrapped tight around her. Feeling self-conscious she huddled the blanket around her shoulders.

"I didn't expect you to come so late, Sir." She said formally, trying to stand straight. Pushing past her, he walked straight to the fireplace and began building a fire. He called Hayate in after a moment and shut the door, before lighting the piled wood with a simple click of his fingers.

"You'll just get worse if you freeze to death," he said, turning to look at her with a smile. "I came to make sure you're okay. We weren't followed or anything. I checked." He looked smug but Riza just nodded meekly and shuddered. His face changed; the look of gloating was gone, only worry was left. His forehead scrunched as he reached out to her. "Hey, come on Riza. Have a seat, will you?" His voice was soft, which made her smile.

Her head was spinning and she was feeling breathless. She felt his fingers clutching her arm, but she couldn't move. Mustang's voice grew louder as he called out to her. Everything was moving. All that was left was him in front of her. She tried to reach out and hold on but it was too much. Blackness took her, as she passed out.

Being in his arms was all she ever wanted, but not like this. She felt awful and realised she probably didn't look that great either. As she came round, she found herself leaning against him with his arm around her and his hand gently stroking her face.

"Hey, you'll be okay." He looked stressed; His eyes wide and unblinking, as he stared at her. She wanted to lean forward and press her lips against his. The way he looked at her made her feel giddy, but she knew she couldn't cross that line without him saying.

It took him a while but he got her settled in her bedroom, curled in blankets and pillows. Dozing in and out, she didn't notice him until he gently shook her awake. She was confused for a minute, only seeing his face and thinking she was still dreaming of his soft touch.

"I hope you don't mind, I cooked dinner." He looked so innocent as he said it, leaning over her with a worried smile. Trying to sit up, she realised just how hungry she was. She was glad he knew how to cook. Sitting up in bed, she admired him as he sat crossed legged in front of her at the end of her bed. Passing her a bowl of hot stew, he preceded to eat his serve. She stared at him for a moment, before he looked up wide eyed.

"What's wrong?" he asked suddenly worried. She smiled to herself and looked away, trying not to blush.

"Oh, it's nothing." She said shying, starting to eat. Whatever it was, it was delicious. Looking up at him again, she noticed he was watching her. He had a strange look in his eye as he focused on her. When she met his eyes he smirked unfazed, eating his dinner messily. She was starting to feel better, but warn. Finishing off her bowl she went to tidy up the kitchen, but was almost forcibly restrained.

"What are you doing?" Roy asked, after clasping both her knees and leaning in so his face was so very close to hers.

"I was just-", she began before being cut off.

"No, you're staying in bed to get better. I'll deal with everything. I'll be back in a minute with some tea." He said softly. He didn't move for a minute, just stayed perfectly still. His breath warmed her face, and his fingers burned through the blankets to her skin. She hesitated for a second, but leaned in closer to him. His eyes flickered to her lips, but he didn't move. Hesitating only an inch away, his hand went to her face. She thought he was stopping her for a moment, but his fingers caressed her cheek, cupping the side of her face. With a soft smile he leaned in and brushed his lips to hers. The tingling sensation on her mouth begged her to return the kiss. Pulling away slightly, he held her face in both hands and admired her.

"You better not get me sick," He whispered with a flicker of mischief in his eyes. With another brief kiss, he got to his feet and cleaned away the bowls. "I'll be back in tick" he said casually as he walked away. Sitting there stunned, Riza started to feel light headed. I really hope this isn't a dream, she thought wildly.

Rolling over and facing the wall, she knew her overly excited body would soon ease into sleep. She was half asleep when a cold arm curled around her waist, and a cold nose buried itself into her hair. Drifting back to sleep, she twisted her fingers around his and snuggled back into his embrace. The last thing she remembered was his lips gently brushing her shoulder and his voice murmuring her name. "Riza."