The two walked down a dark, silent hall as the only sounds present were their footsteps coupled with the sounds of them breathing. The sheer slight disturbance in the silence seemed as though it echoed loudly against the hallway walls.
Roy stuck his hand deep into his pocket as fished for a key. He pulled out a ring of them and flipped quietly as the keys clanked their metal against one another. He placed the proper key into the door and opened it, revealing a dark apartment.
He flipped on the lights to a rather hollow feeling of an apartment. The two stepped in and it was almost as if they disturbed the solitude of the room just with their movements.
"If you go down the hall, there should be a bathroom on your right." Roy muttered quietly, "Take a shower and put your clothes outside the door so I can hang them up. You can borrow some of mine till yours are dry…" He coughed a bit, walking into a room that was further down the hall from the bathroom. He felt rather, awkward having his work partner just standing in the middle of his apartment, let alone the fact that she was going to take a shower there.
Mustang listened from his room of Risa walking down the hallway. He heard the shower click on as he sifted through his drawers trying to find something for the woman to clothe herself with. He paused as he listened to the bathroom door open then close once more. His face flustered and it hit the dresser drawer when the realization hit as to what exactly was happening in his apartment at the moment.
In failed attempts, he lifted his head while trying to shake the thought of Riza bathing in the room right next to him. He pulled out a shirt and some pants, throwing them onto his bed. He stood there staring at them before another thought crossed his mind, "What do I do about her-" Roy covered his mouth and stopped himself from finishing the sentence. He wasn't really sure as to what was to be done about her, woman clothes since he sure wasn't in any supply of them.
"I'll just…if it comes up." he nodded to himself, scooping up the clothing he had selected for her and throwing it in front of the bathroom door where he exchanged it for her dripping wet clothes.
He looked around as he tried to find a place to hang them. Roy wandered through his house, Riza's wet clothes wrapped in his arms before he dropped them in the kitchen.
"These things are heavier than I thought." he panted, beginning to pick them up once more. The colonel looked around his kitchen before he began to hang them in random places all over.
"I guess that works…" he sighed, rubbing the back of his head and looking back up at the hanging clothing. He stared right at her underwear before looking away, "These are the reasons I wish mini skirts were militarily approved. " he chuckled to himself before leaving the room.
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About ten minutes later, Riza peaked her head out of the door to find a pile of Roy's clothes sitting in front of her.
"Am I supposed to wear these?" she asked herself, slowly reaching out into the hallway and pulling them into the bathroom with her.
She held the clothes up in front of her as she studied them, "These better be clean." she murmured, pulling the shirt over her still slightly dampened body. Her hair lightly soaked her shoulders as she pulled on the pants. She squirmed a bit, feeling slightly awkward about wearing Roy's clothes along with the fact that she was missing something vital in this whole ensemble.
"It's better than wearing his…" she murmured as she stepped out of the bathroom, looking around for Roy.
"Colonel?" she asked, walking down the hallway towards the living area.
She peaked her head inside to find him sitting there, also in a new changed outfit, sipping what looked like either coffee or tea.
He looked over his shoulder at her for a quick moment, before turning back to look away from her. Who knew one of the things he would see in his life would be a fresh out of the shower Riza standing in the middle of his apartment.
"Do you want any coffee?" he asked, not turning to look at her.
"Oh, um sure." she replied.
He nodded, sitting up. "Alright, I will get you some."
"No no." she responded, following him, "I can get it myself."
"Are you sure?" he asked, watching Riza walk in front of him.
"Yes, I think I will be okay doing something on my own." she retorted, reaching into the cabinet to grab a cup.
Roy leaned up against the counter opposite to her. He sat there watching as the blonde haired woman poured herself a cup of coffee. He sighed a bit as he studied her. Water was still dripping from her hair, down onto her shirt, making it become damp all across her back and shoulders.
He looked closely as he saw her back. The light fabric stuck to it, revealing the soft pale skin underneath. Roy tried not to pay attention but couldn't help but study it's appearance. It looked so soft, smooth, until…
Red lines began to see through the coloring of the shirt. They revealed themselves in an intricate pattern, the underlying hidden message that had been inscribed unto her back. And then…her only flaw revealed itself.
The black haired man stared and the huge, disfiguring scar that spread across her back. A burn, a huge monstrosity that looked so foreign compared to her lovely curves, her smooth skin. It made Roy feel horrid, he practically wanted to kick himself for the fact he flawed such a beautiful woman.
And yet, it is what she asked, what she wanted. Why didn't he stop himself?
Roy extended his hand out at Riza, his fingertips twitching as they teased Roy, contemplating as to whether or not the wanted to reach to touch her. He wanted to, but it was as if his hand wanted to disagree with him.
After some serious debates inside his head, he finally forced his hand to make contact with Riza's back. His fingers pressed lightly against the damp fabric of the shirt she had on as air bubbles moved across her back underneath the fabric.
Riza looked over her shoulder at Roy. He looked so empty. His mouth was gawked open as his eyes seemed hollow in their dark pools of an iris. He didn't even move when she noticed his presence, he just stood there silent.
Finally, the moment hit him that Riza was looking at him. He withdrew his hand slowly, lowering it to his side. "I'm sorry…" he told her, looking in another direction.
The blonde haired woman frowned, she turned completely to face him with her whole body as she pressed her lower back against the edge of the counter, leaning on it for support. "Don't worry about it." she replied.
Roy was still frowning as he looked at her, staring into her chocolate eyes. He looked over her body quickly as he studied it, "Yep, nothing is wrong with it…" he muttered to himself under his breath.
Riza looked at him confused as she stared into his eyes. She didn't quiet contemplate what he was talking about, let alone what he had said.
The man felt his hands fight with himself again as he contemplated what to do. There was so much that he wanted to say, do, yet none of his body wanted to let him do it at the time.
He raised his hand once more, bringing it to the side of Riza's face. Roy lightly stroked her smooth skin with the back of his fingertips as it practically felt like he was brushing the surface of her. His fingers took in a loch of her damp, golden hair as he swirled it in his fingers, wrapping it and curling it in many different ways.
Riza stared at him, she wasn't quite sure what to say, or let alone how to comprehend what was going on. She tried to refrain from the moment of shock surging through her body, but she could feel her heart racing to the point in which anyone could hear it in this quiet building.
Roy brought his body closer to her. He felt himself wanting to do this, yet at the same time he felt like a fool, but then again, he was a fool, wasn't he?
His free hand placed itself on the edge of the counter, making it easy to balance his body over Riza's. He closed his eyes as he felt their bodies connect, only to open them to find Riza looking at him straight in the eyes.
Her soul looked just as it did the first day he met her. He no longer saw the eyes of a killer, or a sniper, just of a girl, a beautiful girl that was standing right before him. He closed his eyes once more as their noses touched, he could feel her breath against his skin, as could she feel his warm breath against her lips.
Their lips remained only centimeters apart as Roy moved his hand from Riza's blonde hair back to her face. He cupped it with his hand as he pulled her face closer to his own, lips brushing lightly against one another.
(One of the few times you will see an author's note in the middle of a story: Please don't hurt me! .;; I swear, I will have another chapter up as soon as possible! Any who, I tried to still capture Riza and Roy's well, their type of love...)