AN: Sorry for the delay in an update. Roy and Ed conversations take a certain mood to write. Sorry for the teaser at the end of the chapter as I really would love to write a sex scene but have no clue what Mature rating limits me to.

Covert Affairs

Chapter 4

Dinner Date

Roy yawned and rubbed the back of his neck as he walked into his bedroom and threw his keys, wallet and watch on the nightstand. He was home earlier than Riza and he figured it might be a nice time to take a short nap before she got home. Last thing he needed was to fall asleep at Maes's dinner party and have Fullmetal pull some childish prank while he was unconscious.

He unbuttoned his uniform jacket and threw it on the chair, then fell back on the bed and sighed. He wasn't really sure what was going to happen when his wife came home; if she came home. He wouldn't be surprised if she volunteered for some overtime just to have an excuse to not go to dinner with him. Sure Gracia had invited her and he had sent some flowers as a cliché apology but he didn't pick up the phone at all to talk to her. Just seemed like he should do his grovelling in person so he could confess to being a loser and disappointment and see the hurt in her eyes. Yup. He did love to torture himself.

Roy now wondered why he ever got married to begin with. Yes, he loved his wife but he knew damned well the life he was getting into and he was surprised it took this long to fuck up. If he really loved Riza, he would have left her alone and let her find a man who was actually worthy of her. Yes, Master Hawkeye, not only did I use your flame alchemy to destroy people but I also destroyed your daughter's only hope for happiness by marrying her.

He groaned and closed his eyes. It wasn't his job that made him hate himself, it was his real life that he couldn't live because of his job. Everything was a lie and he knew it would never end because he could never tell Riza the truth. There was nothing he wanted more in this world than to tell her the truth. Truth, truth, truth. All an alchemist ever seemed to really care about wasn't it? Well he did long for the truth, it was something he would wish for for his entire life but the cruel twist was that he was the one keeping it at bay. At every turn truth mocked him as he instead had to chose some fabrication in order to be the person his country needed him to be.

He unbuttoned his collar and thought back to the Ishval campaign were it all began. It didn't last long as he quickly gave in to sleep, exhausted from juggling his mental anguish,troubled marriage, chaotic undercover career and mundane teaching job.

Ishval 1908

"Roy?" Maes stuck his head into the tent and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Despite the horrible heat and blinding sun outside, the tent still maintained a little cool from the cold desert nights. Of course it was barely 9 am and that would quickly change. He stepped inside, lured in by the welcoming temperature in the canvas wall tent. "Roy, are you in here? We're going to be late."

Roy had every intention of getting dressed and going to breakfast this morning and pretending that his agenda for the day wasn't going to be filled with burning people alive. It almost worked until he put his white hooded cloak on and smelled the smoke and the faint, but lingering, smell of burnt hair and flesh. After that he sat down in the corner next to his field desk and left the hood on to remind himself of what a monster he was. That the smell was going to haunt him just like all those defenseless people he roasted with a snap of his fingers. "I'm here."

Maes looked at the hunched form of his best friend against the tent wall and inwardly groaned. His own nerves were shot and he was wearing down, it was becoming hard enough to convince himself to do his job without having to be Roy's crutch. "We have to go, you're already behind schedule."

"Late for the barbecue, shame on me."

Maes reached over and grabbed one of the alchemy books off the desk and then smacked him in the head with it. Roy responded with obscenities and looked up at him wondering what the hell he did that for. "Let's go."

Roy rubbed his head and Maes looked down at him clearly too worn out to talk him down off the ledge this morning. "Maes..."

"Roy, just do what you're told and when this is all over we both go home and start over." Maes bent down and picked up a picture of Riza that had fallen out of the book and looked at it. "Start a life with the women we love and put this behind us."

"Can you do that? Really just forget that you're a murderer and be selfish enough to start a happy family...ignoring that we destroyed so many families..." Roy didn't have time to react as that book cracked him in the forehead and knocked him over.

"Yes. And you will too." Maes said and bent down to hold the picture in front of his best friend's eyes. "Because she is waiting for you and you're going to not disappoint her."

"I already have by using her father's teachings to kill people..."

A voice from outside interrupted them, "Captain Hughes!"

Roy looked to the tent flap as he heard the young voice of one of the aides. It seemed to be a mixture of panic and excitement. He blinked as Maes put the picture in his hand and then pulled him to his feet. "Sorry, I'm failing you too."

Maes turned and braced himself to go back out into the desert sun and blinding light. He stepped out and shielded his eyes as an excited baby faced Lieutenant ran over to him. "What is it Lieutenant Dryor?"

"The Fuhrer is here! He requested to see you and Major Mustang immediately!"

Maes felt his heart stop. What would the leader of their country want with them? Did Kimblee report Roy for his mental instability? He turned as Roy emerged from the tent with his war face on. What the hell was going on?

"Let's not keep him waiting." Roy said and the Lieutenant jumped at the harsh tone and nodded before leading the way to the main command tent.

Maes narrowed his eyes at him and wished he could smack him in the head with the book one last time for making it sound like it wasn't his fault they were running behind schedule. He followed behind Roy and scanned the camp to see if there was any indication of what this unannounced visit was about. Not that the military was in the habit of announcing the location of the Fuhrer, but usually someone knew the man was in this part of the country. He stopped as Lt. Dryor reached the large tent in camp and ducked in to announce them. Roy seemed cool and collected despite being borderline suicidal only ten minutes earlier, however he knew his best friend's stomach was in knots just like his.

"You can come in." The Lieutenant held the tent flap for them.

Roy entered the tent and immediately locked eyes with Kimblee who was standing there with his hands in his pockets. He glared at him, wondering if this all came about because of something he reported. Kimblee shrugged in reply to the hostile stare and went back to looking bored. There had been a few missions that required them to work together and share a tent on the front lines, he knew the other alchemist was all too aware of his nightmares and sleepless nights. Mainly because Solf beat the hell out of him with a pillow one night and called him a pussy for crying in his sleep and keeping him awake. Well two could play at that game. If he was trying to take him down, Roy was fully aware that the lunatic had to fake his psyche evaluation in order to even be part of society more or less a state alchemist. It wouldn't be petty revenge, it would be a service to humanity to get him decommissioned for it.

"Gentleman, thank you for joining us." Said a confident and steady voice from behind a passel of staff officers.

Roy turned and saw the Fuhrer emerge from a group. He snapped a salute and the man waved it off. Maes followed suit beside him. "Sir!"

"At ease." Bradley went over and eyed the young man who just about everyone sighed over. Be it the women who seemed to find him irresistible or the alchemists who were green with envy over his skills. He even had a few officers impressed with his tactical ability even though the conflict out here didn't require him to lead a military unit. Overall Mustang was regarded as one of the most promising officers the country had produced in years. He looked over at the man with glasses beside him, Captain Hughes, and saw the same intelligence behind those eyes. Clearly Mustang also had the charisma to attract others of merit as well. Overall a auspicious, but also dangerous officer. The kind of man who could easily leave the war a hero and be a rival in a few years. "What we are about to discuss we do in confidence."

Roy nodded and watched the Fuhrer turn towards a map sprawled across the field desk.

"This campaign to quell the rebellion here in Ishval has become a bit of a nuisance as our other enemies have taken it upon themselves to take advantage of it. Both Creta and Drachma have started a rather underhanded war against us to try and weaken our core while our backs are turned. Something...we need to address." Bradley turned to them. "This campaign is going to be coming to a close, very quickly. We have other concerns. Creta has already started destroying our train tracks and communication lines to West City from Central. They have agents in Central that have begun bombing our capital and causing people to question why we're fighting a war in the desert when our capital is under attack."

Maes wondered where he was going with this and why the three of them were privy to this information. "Sir, are we going to war with Creta?"

"No Captain Hughes, unfortunately we don't have any justification for it. They have not attacked us, these people destroying our railroads and telephone lines are not acknowledged by their government. Our citizens aren't even supportive of our actions here in the desert, they will not support a full scale war with Creta." Bradley said and watched for a reaction from Mustang and Hughes. He was curious if they both felt the same way as the populace. Neither did anything to indicate they were anything but loyal soldiers. He looked to Kimblee who seemed disappointed that there wasn't a reason to go tear up another country. That man was unstable, but still of use to him. "This is going to be a different kind of war. One Amestris will never know about, a war in the shadows. "

Roy cleared his throat. "Sir, are we being reassigned?"

"No Major, not quite yet. However as I said we are going to push this campaign to a very quick end and then refocus on defending our home. Once that happens I am going to create a new covert operation division that reports directly to me, one that nobody will know about but those of us involved. I would like for you to head up this unit and Major Kimblee and Captain Hughes to work with you."

Roy blinked. Well this was a long way from the court martial he was expecting. "Thank you sir, that's quite an honor."

"I'm telling you this now because we still have at least six months of this little insurrection to deal with and you three need to utilize that in order to become a finely honed team. Once you return to Central, you will have to accept roles that might not be the paths you intended to take with your careers in order to provide a good cover for your covert job you will be doing for me. It is essential that these terrorists do not know who they are up against. It means you will have to lie to your families and you will never be able to tell them what you actually do for a living. Any questions?"

"Yeah." Kimblee watched them all look to him. "We're a little destructive for Central don't you think?"

"I expect damage control." Bradley informed him. "So you have six months to work on that and learn to work together. This team will be our only defense against these people. So effective immediately Mustang, you're now a Lt Colonel and this is your new team."

Riza leaned against the door frame of their bedroom and looked at her husband passed out on their bed. She felt a pang of regret as she knew he wouldn't get a wink of sleep on the couch downstairs, but it was really the farthest thing from her mind last night. She was hurt and surprised and wanted to be alone. Now she was feeling a little more sensible and walked over to the handsome man lying on her bed and knew it wasn't entirely his fault. She should have been more attentive and aware of what was going on with him. It's not like he was cheating on her, it was anime sex comics for God's sake.

She sat down on the bed and he didn't stir. Her eyes drifted to the clock and realized if they didn't get ready soon they would be late to dinner. They both needed a night out together to try and rectify things before it all got too far off course. She reached out and put her hand on his chest and she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Roy, wake up. You don't want to be late."

She wasn't surprised when he didn't wake. The man slept like the dead. She took her moment to look at his peaceful face; not wracked by work stress, worry about her or nightmares of his past. She had read some article in one of those woman's magazines about being a more understanding wife and appreciating your husband for providing for your family: basically don't nag the poor man who you married. She had rolled her eyes and thrown the magazine back on the table but at least something stuck with her. He never complained about anything. Not work, not the war, not her. He suffered in silence and she wondered when they stopped talking to each other.

It was never like that before the war, he used to want to talk about everything. It's why she fell in love with him. He believed in truth, the alchemist's dream, but for him it meant talking about life and alchemy with his teacher's daughter. He shared his excitement, his thoughts and dreams with her under the stars in the backyard of her run down home. Then he came back from the war and didn't want to talk about anything except for getting married. She thought he'd eventually open up and go back to that young man she fell in love with, instead he just built more walls and then buried himself in his work. Work was off limits, the war was off limits and the only access she had to his life was what they did together. It's not what she expected, but she didn't exactly expect to be a spy either. Another glance to the clock and she leaned up to his ear and said loudly, "Roy, time to wake up."

He slowly opened his eyes and smiled when he realized Riza was sitting next to him. He reached out and grabbed her hand and squeezed it. He started to let his eyes close again but then it struck him that she wasn't too happy with him at the moment. He stiffened and looked at her hoping she wouldn't be mad.

"We're going to be late for dinner."

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He quietly said, "I love you, Riza. I never wanted to hurt you but I can't seem to ever be the man you deserve."

She put her hand on his cheek and sighed. "I'm still upset, but I haven't been home a lot recently and I can't really blame you for being lonely."

"Yes you can. This is entirely my fault."

"Let's go to dinner." She said as he sat up and she could see his relief and adoration on his face. He leaned over and kissed her before she could remind him that she was still hurt by what she saw. However her anger seemed to melt away as he kissed her like he did the day he came home from Ishval. Like he had almost lost her. "I love your Roy, we'll work past this."

"I don't deserve you." He whispered and put his head on her shoulder.

She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. It was so hard to stay mad at a man who just loved to find reasons to hate himself. "I wish you would talk to me about what is wearing you down. Like you used to."

"Just work." He mumbled.

She knew when he was brushing her off so she ran her hands through his hair and sighed. She could make spies spill secrets but somehow the gift of making her husband open up eluded her.

Ed hated to admit it to himself but he was happy to see Mustang as the Colonel's arrival saved him from going through another box of pictures that Hughes had just pulled from a closet. "Glad to see your incapable of being on time to anything. I can't believe you're really a Colonel."

Roy smirked as Hughes came over to take their coats and the cake that they had picked up at the bakery on the way over. "Fullmetal, why don't you grab a stool or something so I can introduce you to my wife. Not really comfortable with you being so short you can look up her dress."

Riza was amazed at the change in her husband as soon as they arrived. Roy rarely acted his age, even when he was a teenager, so it was a rare opportunity to see that relaxed smile and playful tone come from his lips. She looked to the young man who he was addressing and saw the boy grinding his teeth and clenching his fists in aggravation.

"Not everyone is a pervert like you Colonel!"

Riza cocked an eyebrow. Maybe she should still be concerned about his porn addiction if this kid was calling him a pervert. Roy however didn't miss a beat and she saw that smug grin that indicated he was about to say something else smart-assed.

"What's the matter Ed? Afraid to talk to a woman who isn't inflatable?" Roy chirped. "Riza this is Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist and promoter of equal rights for vertically challenged people everywhere. Ed, my wife Riza."

Riza couldn't help but smile as Roy was on a roll. She loved this side of him, even if he was being an ass to a teenager. Yes, coming here tonight was definitely a good decision. It was nice to have him happy and relaxed. "It's an honor to meet you. Congratulations on your certification."

Ed blushed and took her hand. "Uh...thanks."

Roy snorted as he saw the kid flush as soon as he touched his wife's hand. God. This was all too easy! He prepared for another insult however he was interrupted by the clank of armor and the giggles of a little girl as Alphonse Elric entered the room carrying Elicia. "This is Ed's brother, Alphonse. Al, my wife Riza."

"Colonel I didn't hear you come in." Al clanked over and Elicia squeaked as she recognized the couple. "Nice to see you again sir! Thank you for helping my brother with this! I can't thank you enough!"

"I would have done it on my own without his help." Ed snapped.

Al ignored him and turned to the pretty woman by the Colonel's side. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Mustang! I didn't know the Colonel was married!"

"Miracles do happen." Ed mumbled.

Riza wasn't sure what to make of the huge animated suit of armor with the innocent voice of a young man. "Pleasure to meet you both."

"Elicia, do you want to see your Uncle Roy?" Maes asked as he entered the room and plucked his little girl from Al's arm and placed her in Roy's. "Tell your Uncle Roy how much you'd like a friend to come over and play with you? Someone closer to your age?"

Roy sighed. It was always something with Maes. Get a wife. Have some kids. Blah blah. "I think the Elrics are doing a fine job and mentally I think Ed is quite close to her age. In a few short years she'll even be taller than him!"

"You dick." Ed grumbled.

"Don't get short with me, Ed. I'm someone you should look up to..." Roy paused and maintained his most professional face as the kid turned red. "...as a superior officer and your professor. You still have a lot to learn as is evident from your use of obscenities as a reply. Cute little Elicia should probably stay in the care of Alphonse until you..grow up a little and censor your mouth."

" A lot to learn? Not everyone wants to learn how to be a condescending ass like you!" Ed felt that vein begin to throb on his head. "Yeah, respect your elders. Guess I see a few grey hairs..."

Roy tried not to react to that. Grey hairs? Where?

Riza felt his body tense as Ed insulted his age. She knew Roy would be asking her to to check his soft black hair for anything out of place later on. For the moment however she was going to let Ed have his victory even if he didn't realize how much it stung.

"Thank you Colonel! She's just the cutest little thing!" Al clapped his hands happy to be acknowledged as a role model for the cute little girl. He didn't remember the man that well from the day they met in Resembool, he had been a little disoriented still without his body. He just remembered there being an authoritative man with dark eyes and hair that marched in the house to yell at them for their stupidity. He thought he was going to take them to jail but instead offered to help them when they grew up a little. Al didn't have the resentment of elders like Ed did, he didn't have the Daddy issues either which he figured was a huge part of it. All he knew was that Colonel Mustang had shown up at their darkest hour and shown them a light they could work towards. Even if Ed would never admit it, Al would never forget that kindness. He figured his brother was exaggerating when he came home and bitched about school. Ed was always a know-it-all and probably thought he should just be exempt from most classes because he thought he knew the material better than the teacher. He was glad Mustang seemed to have as sense of humor as he knew his brother could be obnoxious.

"Isn't she just the most adorable thing EVER!?" Maes looped his arm around Al's shoulder and tears of joy threatened to roll down his cheeks.

Roy handed the little girl back to her father and listened to her squeal with delight. "You should show these two more pictures. Ed's clearly going through withdrawal, he's stopped formulating intelligent insults and just resulted to name calling."

Ed wanted to kick him in the nuts. He couldn't believe he actually agreed to work for this guy! "Yeah, got any embarrassing pictures of Colonel Asshole here?"

"Brother!" Al yelled. He just never knew when to quit! Here they were invited into a nice family's home and all Ed could do was curse and insult his professor.

Maes thought about it. "Maybe..."

Roy glared at him as he scampered out of the room with the Elrics in tow. Alphonse seemed to be harping about respect and Ed was reminding him who was the older brother. Yes, having Hughes kidnap them on a regular basis would at least provide some kind of stable family environment for the kids. He looked over at Riza who gave him a questioning glance. She wanted to know why Ed's little brother was playing dress up with a tin can. "Al lost his body in a failed attempt at human transmutation. Ed bound his soul to that armor. Ed lost a leg and arm for it, and has automail to replace those limbs."

She raised her eyebrows. She was all too aware of the taboos and laws of alchemy thanks to her upbringing. She wasn't surprised Roy would just lay the facts out for her like that. He was a scientist and he would see this as the results of a failed experiment not a illegal act. So this was why he brought these boys here an took them under his wing? To protect them? "Who did they try to bring back?"

"Their mother." He replied. "They're trying to fix things, get their bodies back. Those two kids have done more in their short lives than most alchemists do in a lifetime. They're looking for the philosopher's stone."

"Roy...why would you convince him to join the military after everything they've already done and lost?" She hesitated to say the next part but she didn't need to protect him right now, she was more interested in saving those kids from what he had already endured. "Especially after what you went through. Why are you going to make Al watch the hopeful and inspired brother he loves go to war and come home betrayed and lost. Innocence shattered and haunted by his actions."

Roy raised his eyebrows. Clearly she had some unspoken words about the war she wanted to get off her chest, however he never allowed her to broach the subject. Something he'd have to get over someday. "I...want to protect them. If the government finds out what they did, Al will be an lab rat. Ed is a prodigy right now, if anyone knows he's dabbled in the forbidden already he'll be another suicidal research alchemist trying to save his family. I don't want Ed to be me, I pushed for this so he can be under my protection and nobody will know what he's done. "

"Oh." She said and he turned to her.

"So I hope you can keep a secret." He gave her a warm smile.

Her stomach lurched as she realized the irony of that. "Yeah, I think I can manage that."

"I'm glad you came with me tonight." He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek knowing he was lucky she was allowing him a chance to apologize.

"Any plans for tomorrow night?"

He raised his eyebrows. Clearly he was doing a better job of apologizing than he realized! He looked around and confirmed nobody was returning to the living room immediately before turning to her and wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a seductive grin. "No...what were you thinking we should do?"

She wanted to remind him that she was still really not happy with him and was planning to hold that grudge for a little while longer. However having him in a good mood for her next question would be beneficial. "My Grandfather invited us to General Gribaldi's retirement party."

Roy frowned. Well that sounded a long way from trying to redo last night's fiasco with a more favorable outcome. "Old General Grab-Ass is retiring? Is is a celebration that we don't have to deal with him anymore or did someone actually invite him to his own party?"

"No, I never had to deal with him, Grandpa just was interested in talking to you about your future and reminding you there will be a vacant General position shortly."

He wasn't sure how to respond to that. He and Riza was having issues with their already problematic workload and now she was going to push him to take on a more intensive position? Not that the sound of "General Mustang" didn't sent tingles down his spine, but it would make his real job next to impossible to do. His cover had to be boring and low profile with adequate excuses for disappearing when he needed to. It also allowed him to recruit up and coming cadets into their program.

"Roy?" She poked him in the gut with her thumb. "You're zoning out on me."

"Sorry...I just didn't realize you wanted me to pursue that position. I thought we wanted a life in Central." His mind raced to come up with excuses as to why he had no interest in promotion. He was really beginning to hate his job.

"Maybe...change wouldn't be so bad. A regular schedule might be nice." She rubbed his chest, knowing it was a way to relax him and make him less defensive. She didn't mind it much either. She never really thought about it but he maintained excellent physical condition despite having a boring desk job. She wondered if he spent time between classes working out. "I am pressuring my boss to hire someone else so I won't have to work so much overtime either."

God, he loved and hated when she ran her hands over his chest like that! It made it hard to think, especially when her fingers traced the line of his vest and he wasn't sure where they would roam next. He had to come up with something plausible...why wouldn't he want a promotion? Even he couldn't come up with a good lie for that! Suddenly he looked up on the wall and saw the life size portrait of Elicia over the fireplace and blurted out, "I want kids."

She stopped what she was doing and held her breathe. "What?"

OK, maybe he hadn't really thought that one through. Shit! Why was he such an idiot when it came to talking to his own wife but he could hold his own against anyone on a battlefield? He felt her hands fall off his chest and she just stared at him and looked a little pale. "Not right this minute, but it's something I thought we'd get around to talking about eventually. Your Grandpa, my Mom, Maes is here...I'd hate to take a promotion and end up somewhere like East City where there are serial killers running all over the damned place. I don't want to raise a family there."

She just stared at him and felt like she missed the beginning of a conversation or walked in on a play at intermission. Was she really that bad of a wife that she had no idea what her husband was thinking anymore? "Roy...I..."

"Not the best time to bring this up, I know."

Riza looked up as if on cue Al and Elicia came back in the room and a triumphant Ed followed with an album in his hands. "We can talk about this later."

He sighed. It was going to be a long night. He watched Ed's grin broaden as he marched up and produced a picture. Well, he could always cite Edward as the reason he changed his mind about having kids. That wouldn't be a lie. Roy frowned as he looked at the photo. "This is the best you could come up with? You just always come up a little short don't you?"

Maes shrugged. "That mustache was awful. Made you look like a pedophile."

"I was going for older and dignified." Roy replied and watched Ed deflate as his choice in blackmail material didn't have the effect he intended.

"Yeah, that's not what happened." Maes said as Riza chuckled upon seeing the picture.

"Roy, you look like you need a top hat so you can tie a damsel to the railroad tracks." Riza laughed.

He looked over at her and was happy to see her smile. "What's the matter Fullmetal, jealous I can actually grow facial hair?"

"I wouldn't brag about this, Colonel." Ed snorted. "Looks like a moldy meal worm fell onto your face . You really don't need help looking old either."

Roy glared at him. Dammit, Hughes must have tipped him off about his age insecurities!

"Let's have dinner huh?" Maes said an Elicia giggled. "This is supposed to be a celebratory dinner for Ed!."

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Roy rubbed his neck as Riza walked up the steps to their home and unlocked the door. Dinner managed to stay moderately tame as Al's cheery voice dominated the conversation since he wasn't able to eat. Ed was wisked away for "Alchemist Hazing" before dessert and the evening drew to a quiet close. He was happy Al was going to stay with the Hughes's, he was a great kid and he deserved to be part of a family. Gracia would be the talk of the neighborhood now that she had a 'robot babysitter'.

"It was nice to see you relaxed." Riza watched him look at her with a grin as he locked the front door. She turned to take off her coat and hang it up as he walked over to slip his arms around her waist and kiss her neck from behind. "It's been a while, you're always so stressed out and I'm so busy..."

"Can I apologize for last night?" He asked cautiously and kissed up her neck to her jawline. His hands rolled over the cotton fabric of her dress and his breathe began to get irregular. He hoped she wouldn't refuse him, he really needed her right now.

"Yeah..." She said and felt her heart begin to race. "I'll take that apology."

It was all the encouragement he needed to kiss his way back down to where her shoulder met her neck as his right hand snaked up her sternum, between her breasts and into her dress to grope her. He could feel her breath catch and her body reacted to him by leaning back into him to granted him better access.

She tilted her head back and rested it on his right shoulder as he kissed her clavicle and his fingers traced her nipple. He wasn't taking a chance tonight that she would change her mind, he was in her dress so quickly. He knew exactly what to do to make her surrender to him and as his teeth scraped the strap of her dress off her shoulder she let go a soft sigh.

The dress fell off her shoulder and left him wondering if he wanted to fight with that damned strapless bra or take it off. The way she was reacting to him he didn't want to take his hands away from what he was doing. Her head was now back on his shoulder as she pressed into his body and he opted to kiss her now very exposed neck as he gently squeezed her breast and let his thumb stroke her nipple. Another soft moan made his left hand leave her midsection to her thigh so he could push up her dress.

She squeaked as his left hand touched her flesh and made it's way to the band of her panties. His fingers delicately pulled the band down over her hip before tracing their way to the other side to repeat the move. She was glad he waited until they got home to do this, knowing him he would have tried this in the bathroom at the Hughes home and she would have been hard pressed to convince herself to stop him. How the hell she could choose work instead of coming home to this...oh that's right. She worked so that she could protect this...

Listening to her murmurs of pleasure and feeling her body react to his every move was heavenly. His fingers pushed her silk underwear down far enough to grant him access to her most sensitive spots and he caught his breath as she twitched and moaned as he slipped his fingers between her legs.

"Roy..." She hardly recognized her own voice as she gasped and huskily whimpered his name. Her body twitched as he reminded her how damned good he was with his hands.

"Yes dear?" He grinned as she seemed to have the hardest time forming coherent thoughts now. He loved that he could do this to her, to make her lose control of her thoughts and own body with just his touch.

"I want you...don't just apologize..."

He wasn't going to refuse the invitation. He intended to simply enjoy giving her an orgasm and she knew it, apparently he was predicable. Not that he was going to be upset with that, he was glad he could participate and enjoy the treasured release with her. "You're almost there...let me just.."

"No..I want you in me." She pulled away from him and turned to push him against he wall and kiss him. "Make love to me not just make me feel good as an apology. I want you...to give it to me...not just your hands."

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Her lips met his as he carried her up the stairs to their bedroom. He felt for every step carefully as she wove her fingers into his hair and kissed him hungrily. He wanted to race up with stairs to get her into the bedroom, but wasn't going to take a chance of tripping or deny her the chance to kiss him like she was. OK, so getting married was probably one of the best decisions he ever made.