Hand over your heart, let's go home (I've always been known to cross lines)

- I don't own any of fullmetal alchemist…. once again, vie caught myself in a depressed mood, writing fanfictions. yare, yare, here it goes….

"Riza, I love you..." Roy muttered into the phone. Another night of acting drunk and calling his lover from a phone booth at inappropriate times of the night. If he was to be completely honest with himself, he felt like that was the only time Riza would actually listen to his confessions.

"Sir, you're drunk again. Please, go home and rest, but for the love of God don't drive." Riza was hanging on the other end of the line, hoping the Colonel was ok.

Tonight was the last straw for Roy. He was sick of the games, sick of the pathetic way he stood in a phone booth every other night, and sick of Riza pushing him away.

"Riza can I come over?"

"..." She paused, confused. "Colonel, I'm not some cheap woman you pick up at a bar, I'm a woman with standards. I'm not here to be your nanny either." As painful as it was for her, she had to push him away. A high-ranking officer dating a subordinate was inappropriate.

"Maybe I'm not that kind of guy. Come on, Elizabeth. Give me a chance... Hand over your heart and I'll take care of you, I swear." Roy desperately tried not to sound desperate.

Riza made herself sound frustrated, as much as it hurt. "Sir, do not call me Elizabeth. And having such a relationship with a subordinate is inappropriate. The chain of command won't allow it... Besides, I have standards and you are constantly breaking my personal rules and boundaries..." Her voice almost almost broke as she tried her best not to cry. She knew all of the words coming out of her mouth were lies and it felt so wrong. What she said was the exact opposite of what she had wanted so badly all these years.

"Stop calling me sir damnit... you know I've always been known to cross lines. And you told me you would always have my back, that I wouldn't go anywhere alone. How much different would it be if we weren't Colonel and Lieutenant?" She was driving Roy mad. "Haven't you been listening to a single word I've been saying all these years? I love you, Elizabeth... I don't know how else to put it and I won't move forward without you."

She was at a loss for words. She knew what she was getting herself into when she swore she would always get his back but she had never really prepared herself for it. The tension between them was so thick it could be cut with a knife but he was too afraid and she was too respectful. Everyone noticed but wouldn't say anything.

"Sir..." she said, her voice barley above a whisper. "It's getting very late. We have work tomorrow... Goodnight." With that, she hung up the phone and slid to the floor, crying. She wouldn't go in for work tomorrow because she knew he would be there. Now that those words had officially been said, things could never return to normal.

Roy would call her back because he was just as persistent as she was loyal and respectful. If her answer would change, he didn't know.