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Chapter 4
After hours of dancing, eating, talking, and drinking, the ball came to a close. It was considered a huge success and everyone agreed that Fuhrer Mustang and Senator Hawkeye were perfectly capable of handling foreign affairs with ease.
The couple walked back to their house hand-in-hand, smiling and saying nothing. They had decided to buy a house close to military headquarters and the new Senate building, and they both were still moving their belongings in from their apartments. It was a difficult job finding a house that had a yard for the dogs, a place for Roy's car, and secure enough for their guards to be appeased. Roy and Riza usually only allowed guards outside their house at night; at all other times they protected themselves and each other or were accompanied by Breda or Fuery, who they considered to be more than enough protection.
Eventually they had found a two-story brick house with a nice-sized yard. It was a bit of a fixer-upper but once the renovations had been completed it was a gorgeous house. A security fence was built around it and the two abandoned lots on either side of it were also purchased by Riza and Roy so when they were home it felt like they were somewhat alone.
They walked through their large oak front door and quietly stepped past the dogs, who were sleeping next to each other on the sofa. They went upstairs to their room and quietly closed their bedroom door, avoiding piles of cardboard boxes along the way.
Riza went over to her closet and hung up her dress while Roy also put his clothes in his closet on the other side of the room. She then went to the bathroom to brush her hair out while he laid on the bed. She had left the bathroom door open so he watched her work out the tangles in her hair while in her underwear.
Her hair was something he had always found beautiful, especially when it was long. It was like strands of gold. He wanted to bury his face in it and never come out again. He would never get enough of that lavender scent that came from that shampoo she used and that unique scent that was all hers.
"Riza, are you almost done?" he asked, as he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He ached to be with her. He always did.
"We have two more bathrooms, Roy, just use one of those," she replied distractedly as she brushed the back of her hair.
He got off the bed and slowly and silently came up behind her while she was concentrating on getting a tangle out of her hair. He grabbed her from behind and wrapped his arms around her stomach. She flinched at first but eased when she realized it was just him.
"None of the other bathrooms have you in it though," he said huskily as he started to move his hands up and down her bare skin.
"You couldn't wait two minutes until I finished brushing my hair," she asked wryly as she put down her brush on the sink and leaned back into his embrace.
"Obviously not," he replied as started kissing the back of her neck. "What do you expect when you're standing there, dressed in almost no clothing? A man can only take so much."
"You have even less clothing on than me, but somehow I still managed to keep my lust under control," she joked.
He was too busy moving down her body with his lips to reply. He swept her hair to the side and kissed her back.
Anytime he could he would tenderly kiss the places on her back where he had burned her flesh. The tattoo and the scars were a reminder of their mutual sin and redemption. She was the reason he had become who he was, the good and bad, and he would always be eternally grateful for her presence in his world. So he kissed her scars every chance he could, like a ritual that had to be performed every time in order to appease his goddess. She let him do it, mostly because it felt great, but also because she knew when he did it his guilt from burning her eased just a little bit more each time.
He unclasped her bra and threw it in their room on the floor, then held her shoulders and kissed her back gently. She gripped the sink in front of her and whimpered while he worked his way up and down her back.
"Roy, ugh, please," she pleaded. She hadn't been with him in a week, so she was feeling needy.
He smirked. "It sounds like someone's excited."
"If you're going to tease me then I'll take what I want from you," she replied simply. She turned around and shoved him on the bed. "Take them off," she commanded to him as she took off her panties. He obeyed and threw his underwear off.
She looked down and noticed he was already hard for her. "Already?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.
He gave her an apologetic look. "I kinda like it when you boss me around. It sort of turns me on," he muttered.
She crawled onto the bed as he sat up and she straddled his lap. "Fine, then shut up, sir, and kiss me."
"Ugh, Riza, you know I like it when you call me 'sir,'" he said as he pressed his lips to hers.
"I said, mmmm, to shut up," she replied in between kisses.
"Yes ma'am," he replied and put his mouth to better use by kissing her breasts. She arched her back and grasped his shoulders for support. He moved back and forth between both of her nipples, licking and sucking while their hips moved against each other.
She then decided she was tired of waiting, so she lined herself up and pushed his length deep inside her.
"Riza..." he said breathlessly as he moved his mouth away from her breasts so he could moan. How did she always feel so damn good, so wet and tight and amazing? Every damn time. Not that he was complaining.
He put his hands on her waist as they grinded against each other. Her walls were sucking him in and they were both close to a release already. They had been deprived of this for too long. She softly mewled and panted until she felt the tension that had been building in her lower stomach explode into pleasurable sensations throughout her body. Then she yelled his name until she felt him also come a second later, his liquid coating her walls. He grabbed her tightly and laid her next to him, holding her up against his body as exhaustion fell upon both of them.
"Riza," he said sleepily. "After we get married, would you quit taking birth control? I want to have a child. I mean, if you want that too."
She looked up at him and smiled, as she stroked his cheek. He looked back at her, his dark eyes unwavering. "Of course I want that," she replied softly. Inside she was about to melt, thinking about a baby with his dark hair and her eyes.
He smiled. "Riza, I love you so much," he said. "I never have loved anyone else and I never will." Roy then kissed her and they both fell asleep tangled up together.
When he woke up the next morning she was wrapped up in his arms. Roy was an early riser, always had been. Usually she was up as well, getting up sometimes even before him, but not this morning. He gazed at her face with a small smile. He wondered how it could ever be possible for anyone to fall out of love with another person. He couldn't imagine his world without Riza. He didn't want to.
That afternoon Riza was on her way to meet a constituent. Senators were given three afternoons off a week to meet with the people they represented, to promote transparency in the newly established democracy.
Riza had, so far, only had to deal with one malcontent, but had handled it easily. A rather burly man came in her office, calmly at first, but then started yelling something about Fuhrer King Bradley. Then the man had lunged for her. She had subdued him until the police came, keeping him pinned to the floor with her foot while she held her gun above him, and rumors about Riza easily handling a man three times her size had gained her even more respect in the eyes of most of the citizens of Central.
Riza arrived at the cafe in Central a bit earlier than Rebecca, the very special constituent she was meeting with today. Since she was the leader of the Senate now, the days of eating outside, lounging underneath an umbrella and eating dessert with her best friend were now mostly gone. Instead she was ushered into the VIP room, which was quite fancy with its little marble fountain, and waited for her friend. Rebecca looked a bit frazzled when she came through the door.
"I thought your guards were going to pat me down out there. Not that I'd mind. I can't believe Roy lets those guys hang around with you all day. They're so young and muscular," Rebecca babbled as she sat across from Riza.
"Roy's highly aware he has nothing to worry about when it comes to other men," Riza replied, smiling.
"You two are quite devoted to each other. You're just lucky Havoc and I helped you see it," Rebecca commented, looking smugly at her friend over her menu.
"I will always be grateful. We would have gotten there eventually. That weekend was so dramatic though," Riza commented.
"Oh well, I feel like most of our lives have been dramatic. So why are the guards here though? I thought you told them you didn't need them. Did Roy have them step up security after your attack?" Rebecca inquired. She knew Riza had not been shaken at all after that man had come after her in her office. After all, she had fought in a war, and several other battles after that. But perhaps Roy had been worried about his lover and forced her to have extra security.
"It wasn't Roy. It was the security service. They insisted they follow me in public and now I have one in the office with me at all times. Roy was against it. He knows I can take care of myself. I've been taking care of him most of his adult life," Riza explained as she continued to look at her menu.
Rebecca set her menu down suddenly and sighed. "Honestly, how did it take so long for you two to end up together?" she asked incredulously. She then continued, "So really, how's that going? I've heard the rumors you know. Breda said you two can't keep your hands off each other. Also I read in the newspaper today that you and Roy are the greatest love match in the history of Amestris. But, of course, questions are also being raised in those same stories if you and Roy broke anti-fraternization laws before he became Fuhrer. They just can't let anyone have any happiness, can they?" Rebecca sighed.
Riza smiled sardonically as she too put down her menu. "I honestly wondered how long it would take them." The waiter came over as soon as he saw them put down their menus. They ordered their food and continued their conversation.
"You should give an interview. You know Fuery and Breda want you and Roy to give a joint one. Go with that one reporter, the one who works at the Review, he loves the two of you," Rebecca advised.
"I'll talk to Roy about it tonight," Riza replied, but then she changed the subject and looked at her friend earnestly. "Rebecca, I need to ask you something. I'm your maid of honor, is there anything at all you need me to do?"
Rebecca sighed and put her chin in her hands, frowning. "When Jean proposed I thought having the wedding sooner than later would be better, because somewhere in my mind I thought I could get it done before yours had even been planned, but now I see the folly in my ways. I have the venue and the food, but everything else is just not coming together the way I thought it would," she admitted.
"What more do you need? I can have Fuery make some calls. I'll talk to people personally, or I'll have Roy do it even. I don't know if you know but we are somewhat important in some circles," Riza replied, her last statement teasing.
"Honestly, I have most things in hand, and I'm pretty sure Jean has name-dropped Roy at least twice already," Rebecca said, laughing. "Really what I need help on is my dress and my vows. And my decorations. That's most of my struggle at the moment."
Riza took a drink of her water. "Rebecca, I can definitely help you with all of those things," she said confidently.
"But Riza, you're already busy running the country," Rebecca teased.
"I don't run the country, Rebecca, I am the representative of the people of Central. And as you are both a citizen of Central and my best friend, your problems are mine," Riza reassured her as she gave Rebecca a genuine smile.
"Ugh, I guess I can't argue with that. Fine, what are your suggestions then?" Rebecca said good-naturedly. The waiter came and brought their food, so they talked in between bites.
"Well, for your dress, I have a boutique I use here in Central for all my dresses. It just so happens they make wedding dresses as well. We can go there after we eat, I'm sure the owner would be more than happy to help us out," Riza suggested. They talked of vows and wedding decor for the rest of their meal.
They headed for the boutique after lunch, flanked by two of Riza's guards as they walked down the sunny city streets. Rebecca talked like the guards weren't there and Riza felt somewhat normal for once. People gawked as she walked by but no one bothered them, either too polite or too scared of the Hawk's Eye and her two intimidating guards.
As soon as they walked through the doors, the owner, a wiry woman in her mid-50s rushed out to greet Riza. The boutique was small but stuffed with glamorous dresses hanging up on racks.
"Senator Hawkeye, I'm so glad to see you again! One of my girls just finished the alterations on that dress you ordered, the black one. Were you in need of another dress already?" asked the boutique owner.
"Actually I'm here for someone else. This is my best friend Rebecca. She needs a wedding dress, but wasn't having any luck anywhere else. I told her she just had to come here," Riza answered, gesturing to Rebecca, who stepped forward to shake the owner's hand.
"Of course, I am happy to help with any friend of yours! Let's take you to the dressing room and we can figure out what kind of dress you need," the owner replied happily, showing Rebecca to the dressing room.
Riza turned to one of her guards. "Could you go tell Fuery I need him to meet me in the Senate building? I don't think I'll have time before the Xing trade vote to go back to the office," she inquired, and one of the guards nodded and left the store. The other guard stood near Riza as she sat in a chair, waiting on Rebecca.
Rebecca tried on three gowns until she finally found her perfect one. She and Riza both teared up when they looked at Rebecca with her dress on in the large mirror they had outside the dressing room.
"Rebecca, you have to get this one. You look so gorgeous," Riza said, hugging her best friend.
"Thanks," Rebecca replied, wiping her eyes. Then she turned to Riza and said gaily, "Riza, I think that first dress I tried on would be perfect for you. You should definitely try it on! Do you have time?"
The boutique owner agreed. "Oh yes, Senator, that would look perfect on you! I'd also be honored if you wore one of my dresses to your wedding."
"Well..." Riza replied hesitantly. Rebecca pouted at her. "Fine, but real quick. I have to go to a vote in an hour."
Rebecca smiled widely and clapped. She changed back into her clothes and switched places with Riza, sitting and chatting with Riza's guard.
When Riza came out wearing the wedding dress, Rebecca was stunned. "Oh Riza, you have to buy that dress!"
Before Riza could reply she was interrupted by a camera flash. The photographer was quickly apprehended and ushered out of the store by Riza's remaining guard. No one had even noticed the photographer when he had come in the store.
Apparently the press corps had been tipped off that she was there, and now they had a picture of her, with her assumed maid of honor, trying on a wedding dress.
Rebecca looked at her friend, a worried smile plastered on her face. "Sorry...?"
Riza shrugged her shoulders. "It's not like it's a secret I'm engaged. I'm just not looking forward to the press conference tonight. I'm sure instead of asking me about the financial future of this country the press will be more worried about what my wedding colors are," Riza replied, sighing.
Rebecca grinned. "I just hope Roy doesn't see the photos. It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding," she joked.
