Waking to a clatter from the kitchen, Riza pulled herself out of bed. Feeling disorientated, she pulled a hand gun out of the top draw next to her bed. Was it an intruder? She moved as quietly as she could to her bedroom door and peaked into the living room. Leaning over her kitchen table was Mustang.
"So it wasn't a dream…" she whispered to herself. He looked smug as he set the table, pouring coffee for the two of them- he knew how she liked it. The way his hair fell on to his face made him look so young and careless. Just the sight of him made her remember when they met. They were both so young, so innocent back then. Smiling to herself, she quietly put the weapon back before interrupting him. There was a slight awkwardness about it, but when she saw the look on his face she felt reassured. Moving towards him, she hesitated before pulling him into her embrace. Her arms tightened around his chest, as his moved around her shoulders. They stayed like that for a moment- other than last night's embrace they had barely touched.
"Are you going to tell me what sending me home yesterday accomplished?" She asked with a sly smile, letting him go and taking a seat at the table. His eyes flickered with amusement and he tried to keep a straight face.
"There actually is a good reason," he said letting out a small laugh as he sat across from her. "I needed a good reason for the both of us to have today off. " He started serving up hot porridge and honey as he continued. "The Fuhrer has given me orders to meet him today, in secret."
Looking up from her cup of coffee, she was surprised. "How does sending me off sick get you out of work?"
"Well, I need you to come with me. And besides, I booked today off with an appointment at the good doctors." He looked up to see her reaction but she merely nodded, trying to hide her smile. It was barely five minutes later when a quiet knock on the door interrupted them. Frowning, she went to answer it and was greeted by an elderly lady- who looked strangely familiar. Before even greeting her, the woman pushed past and addressed Roy.
"Well, well Mustang." The deep voice called out.
"Well, Hello Fuhrer." He said with a smile.
"What!" she turned to the old woman and almost died of shock. The current Fuhrer, Grumman, was standing two feet in front of her wearing a floral pink dress and a wig.
"No need for courtesies, Hawkeye" he said with a flashing smile. "I just needed a quiet word with Mustang before I took my leave."
"Leave, sir?" Mustang asked with surprise.
"Yes, I'm leaving the military. I'm too old for this nonsense." He made his way to the kitchen table, noticing their half eaten breakfast, and made himself comfortable. "I want a smooth transition to my next in line, but I'm afraid you're my only option. There is of course Olivia, but I would rather her in the north. I'm sure if you did anything she disagreed with, you would get a fine kick in the teeth." He laughed at his own joke, as the two of them ate.
"Don't you need to consider the council men before making you decision?" Roy asked quietly between mouthfuls. Before he was finished asking, Grumman was shaking his head.
"They all respect you, and your decision to put me on top to begin with. We all thought you would take over straight away. I know you prefer to earn your rank by taking the necessary steps." He smiled fondly at Roy for a minute. Feeling like she was intruding, Riza made herself busy cleaning up before going back to her room to clean her weapons. She had forgotten to do that the day before anyway.
Almost an hour later she noticed it was eerily quiet in the house. Peering out of her room she found Roy half asleep on the couch. Quietly sneaking up on him, she sat on the edge of the three-seater couch and leaned over him. Opening his eyes, he gave her a breath taking grin.
"Hey you," he said softly, reaching up to touch her face. "I thought you'd be asleep."
She smiled in return and let him pull her close until she was lying on his chest. He curled his arms around her, and she felt like she was in the safest place in the world. Snuggling into his embrace, she felt his lips brush her forehead. She wanted so much to explore every inch of him. To run her fingers through his hair, across his chest and down his back. She wanted to smother him with kisses, and let him pin her down and feel his touch. But she was scared at the same time. Maybe he didn't want that. Maybe he just wanted to stay like this forever. She didn't mind, but a world without this was nothing to her. Now that she had tasted it, there was no going back. She had to have more.
