A/N: Ok...I had originally written a lot more than this BUT when I tried to save it, it told me to log in...and lost all of the end. So I give you the slightly shorter version...! Thanks to all that reviewed, and put their input in about the second chapter! Thank them if you've just started reading!!

Riza had just taken the lasagna out of the oven, when there was a knock at the door.

"I'm coming." She called. "Hi." She said in a smiling sigh as she opened the door.

"Hi." Roy smiled. Thanks to Maes they had been dating for almost a year, secretly of course. In all reality almost everybody in Central figured it out...so they were secretly dating but not very much so as they had hoped.

"Do you want some lasagna?"

"Yes, please." They were uncharacteristically shy around each other. Riza was really laid back, and Roy was romantic and sweet, but tonight he was acting like tonight was something special.

Two Days Ago...

"Maes..."

"You're going to ask her...Good for you." Maes smiled.

"What the crap? How did you know?"

"I'm me."

"Please, you didn't even know how to get to her house."

"True, but I know you."

"Yeah, yeah. How do I ask her?"

"Do I really need to explain this to you?"

"Maes." He growled.

"Sorry. Well, you could do something extravagant. With fireworks and a huge sign." He suggested hopefully.

"No."

"Ask her normal then, and stop shooting down my ideas. Here, practice on me."

"Maes, I think I would feel kind of weird about that."

"So...Just do it." Roy took out the ring and got on one knee in front of Maes.

"Riza, will you..."

"Roy..." Riza and Gracia had just walked in, and were staring at the two men. Roy shot up quickly, and hid the ring as Maes ran to Gracia. "If you wanted to date Maes, why didn't you tell me...or Gracia. I would've understood."

"NO! I was just..showing him how to...fight..?"

"YES! FIGHT!" Maes yelled.

"Right." The two woman walked into the kitchen.

"That was close."

"I told you it was a bad idea." Roy muttered to Maes.

While eating the lasagna that Riza had made, he thought about all the ways that he could ask her. Of course, he could always wait...

'No.' His head said firmly. 'It's now or never.' He couldn't accept never.

"Are you ok?" She asked with a smile, pulling him out of thought.

"Fine. This is great food."

"Thank you."

"Riza..."

"Yes?" He strode to where she was sitting, and got onto one knee; she gasped.

"Riza, you are beautiful. You are intelligent and strong. God knows I don't deserve you, but..." His heart was racing, what he thought, a million miles a minute. "Do you want to get married?" She wrinkled her nose.

"No." Roy blinked.

"What?"

"Roy, I'm sorry. I'm not saying I don't love you, but this doesn't feel right. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Yeah...You do love me right?"

"Yes."

"Good." After that night Roy took Riza to three different restaurants, three different days, and asked her three different times; all of those times she turned him down.

Riza walked into work, early, and went into the small office space. After putting all of her stuff on her desk she went to get some coffee in the breakroom. When she came back, though, she found a dozen roses on her desk. She opened the card and it read: Riza, I will love you until you can't shoot anymore...which will never happen. Riza went into Roy's office.

"Yes."

"What?" He looked up innocently.

"I'll marry you."

"That...wasn't a proposal."

"I know that's why I'm asking you." He walked over to her and kissed.

"You're crazy."

"And? What else is new?" She smiled brightly.