Royai Week 2018 Day 2
Pining
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We know that he gets promoted to General, so let's assume that she gets promoted to Captain, and Grumman sends them to take over at East City.
The door to Mustang's office was closed. Hawkeye could tell that he had gotten off of the phone with the Fuhrer, but hadn't come out to talk to the team, yet. What bothered her more than that was that he had arrived at the office earlier than she, and she had not had the chance to go through the mail first. She liked this new early bird trait of his, but she'd have to adapt to it. She really couldn't let him have the mail before her! He called her a control freak, but, well, she did feel the need to control the mail. It wouldn't be hard to get to her post a little earlier. Finally, his door opened, and he nodded to her. She joined him and closed the door behind her, wondering at the expression on his face.
"The Fuhrer has requested my assistance in Central for two weeks. I think that it's not turning out exactly how he planned. He was unaware that you'd been approved- not by me- to be on loan to South for the same two weeks." He waived the paper work. "I had to call him back and tell him. He was very disappointed, but he decided not to intervene. I guess that he doesn't want to draw the attention of the other generals to... his machinations where we are concerned. Serves him right, but I will have trouble functioning without you for the fortnight."
She kept her face impassive, but he knew that she was dissembling. He wasn't only referring to work. Things had changed between them after the Promised Day and after he had gotten his sight back. It took some effort on his part, but he had convinced her that they should allow themselves some … unprofessional time together. It was still fairly new for them, and Grumman did not know. (Hopefully nobody knew.) They managed to spend a couple of nights together each week, and it did them both good. Havoc had remarked that Hawkeye seemed a little softer, and Mustang had begun to be earlier after the nights that they slept alone.
Nothing else had ever seemed so right.
She nodded and said, "Sir!" Then, lower, "I'll miss you."
"Double for me, Riza." His eyes brightened. "We'll have to put some money in the bank before we go!"
She shook her head but smiled.
"I'm sorry about all of this, Boy," Grumman told Roy. "I was hoping to give the two of you some time away from East together."
"Why would you do that, Sir?" Roy asked innocently. "I do depend on the Captain a lot. She is an exceptional officer. However, we both are able to function without each other."
"You know I mean, Mustang. I still expect you to be my grandson-in-law some day. I know that you and she want it, too."
Roy did not reply.
Later that night, in his opulent room in the Fuhrer's mansion, he sighed. It really would have been nice to be here with his Captain. It had been a pretty good plan of Grumman's, but the variables had been out of his control. He could imagine being with her in this huge bed, but taking up very little of it. He didn't know if it was the love that he felt for her or if it was that they were just magically sexually compatible, but he felt like he'd never want to be with anyone else. He slept so much better when he was with her. He slept better than this when he knew that she was in the same city, not far away.
At least, it wasn't suspicious for them to "touch base" by telephone. The office had to keep running smoothly. They never spoke intimately on the phone, anyway. Hearing her voice was better than nothing. He was relieved that things were pretty calm down South. Fuery's time there had upset him greatly. But he missed her so much. Hawkeye, I am not a whole person without you. My life is not happy without you. We still have five days apart. He would not let anyone keep them apart any longer than that. Yep. He was a Drama Queen.
But, his feelings were so pure that they didn't even feel maudlin.
She didn't like teaching and evaluating shooting nearly as much as shooting itself. There was just something almost transcendent about hitting a difficult target. She liked how her mind and body aligned when she shot. She knew that what she was doing was very important. There would always be crime, even if they managed to avoid war, but this was boring. Of course she always did her best.
Whenever she corrected a male soldier's stance, she imagined that it was him. She pretended that she was moving his shoulder or leg.
She wasn't really surprised how much she missed his touch, but in a way, separation had been easier before they had become physically intimate. They'd had a special companion intimacy once they had repaired their relationship during and after Ishval, but physical intimacy was truly an added dimension. She hadn't had that much sexual experience, but she knew that it couldn't get much better than with him. They both had the ability to focus and shut everything extraneous out, him with his alchemy and her with her guns. And both of them with lovemaking.
It was bad enough to be away from Hayate, but this was worse. It was so beyond just worrying about him.
For all of his quirkiness, Grumman had a great military mind and was an excellent teacher. Roy had learned so much when he was a Lieutenant Colonel under Grumman, and he picked up some skills for running a country on this trip. Grumman did not protest when Roy informed him that he was taking the red eye instead of waiting for the next morning's train. Roy imagined that the Fuhrer suspected that his granddaughter was doing the same thing.
The ride seemed interminable, especially since he couldn't sleep and was trying to catch up on paper work. Was she sleeping, or had she found something constructive to do, too? He should arrive at the office by 1200 hours, but she'd wouldn't arrive until 1600. He had told her that she didn't have to report until the next day, but she had demurred.
She was usually on a train with him or the team. She thinks that the last time she rode the train alone- before the train to South- was on the way to become his adjutant. It was weird to be on a train without him softly snoring next to her, a thin strand of drool hanging from the corner of that kissable (without drool) mouth. She was worried that he was on the train alone. If he was reading an alchemy text, he could miss his stop. The man could formulate a complicated plan in a minute, but he could get lost on his way to the mess if he was adrift in his thoughts.
Heh. She could miss her stop if she didn't stop thinking about his abs.
They usually carefully planned their trysts, but tonight she just wanted to get him alone.
Soon. Not soon enough, but soon.
"Hey, Boss! Welcome back. You survived two weeks without the Captain. When will she return?" Breda chuckled.
"Her train should arrive at 1530. Who would like to get her at the station? I hope that she doesn't get
upset when she sees how much work got done."
"Boss! We were good. Well, pretty good," Havoc claimed.
Havoc left at 1500. The trains sometimes arrived a little early. Roy said that he didn't want her to wait, but the look Breda and Havoc exchanged said that it was Mustang who didn't want to wait. The General came out of his office and paced back and forth like a zoo tiger waiting for his meal.
Riza and Havoc finally entered the office. The Captain looked exhausted until her eyes met Mustang's.
Breda elbowed Havoc. "You know how some people smile, but it never reaches their eyes? When those two look at each other, it's like you can only tell they are smiling by looking at their eyes. They think they can fool us by not letting it reach their lips."
