Hey guys! This chapter is like a part two to the last chapter. I'm really starting to like this story. Again, I'm going to go with both POVs, I find it easier to write switching it off. So I hope you enjoy, and please review!
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Chapter 4: First Times Pt. 2
Roys' POV
Once we get back to the house, I help Riza put the groceries away. I also hide the bags I got for Rizas' birthday. When we're just about done, Mr. Hawkeye comes in. "I have to go on a trip next weekend. I'll be leaving Friday morning and I should be back sometime in the afternoon on Sunday. I expect you to keep studying while I'm gone, Roy. Taking a break is not an option." He says. Riza continues to put the food away. I nod at my teacher, and he walks back out, going into his study. I turn to Riza, "I'm sorry." She looks over at me, "For what? It's not your fault he's the way he is." "I know; it's just a shame he doesn't think about you, it's like you're his maid, not his daughter." She sighs, putting the leftover lasagna from last night in the stove to heat up. "He has always been that way, I'm used to it." I get the plates out and get us both glasses. I pour water for us and set it on the table. "I was wondering something." She says, not facing me. "And what would that be?" I ask. She pauses for a minute, "Why…why did you kiss me when we were in town?" I smile at her, "Because I wanted to let people know someone has hold of my heart and I'm not interested in anyone else." I see her face blush deep red. "Uh...I-I gu-guess t-that makes s-sense" She stutters out. It's so noticeable when she gets nervous. That's one thing I love about her.
This week couldn't have gone by any slower. I felt like it dragged on into eternity. I'm really surprised I'm up this early. Luckily, Mr. Hawkeye has already left for his trip. He would get really curious to know why I'm up at the crack of dawn making breakfast. I hear soft footsteps coming down the stairs. I look over at the door, where Riza is standing, still in her tank top and shorts she slept in. "What are you doing?" She asks, still groggy from sleep. I smile, "Making you a special birthday breakfast, birthday girl." She frowns at my last comment. "You make me sound like I'm 10; it's not that big of a deal." I shake my head. "What time did you get up? Did father see you?" She asks. "Um, maybe an hour ago, and no, he was gone before I got up." She nods her head and goes to sit at the island, watching my moves closely.
Rizas' POV
God; I ask him not to go out of his way and what does he do? He gets up at 4 in the morning to make breakfast. It really is sweet, but I hate it when attention is drawn towards me, and I can't stand being in the spotlight. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I ask, watching his every move. He chuckles. "Of course; and just an FYI, I've cooked breakfast before; I'm not a complete idiot." I look down at my hands, "I don't think you're an idiot at all." His smile grows wider. "Thanks. That means a lot, coming from you." The rest of the time we spent in silence. Once we're done eating, I go over to clean the dishes. "Stop right there. Back away from the sink." He tells me. I furrow my brows, and look back at him. "Why?" I ask. He takes the plates from my hands and puts them in the sink. "That's not your job today. Now, go get dressed, we're going somewhere." I hesitate to ask where, but today, I'm just going to go along with things, for once.
As I'm getting ready, I stop and look at myself in the mirror. I really don't see what he sees in me. I mean, I look like a girl, but there are other girls much prettier than me. All the other girls make themselves look pretty; I just don't see the point. I'm just a simple, plain girl. I don't like make-up, I can't wear heels, and I am certainly not going to wear anything that reveals anything. I don't know; I've always seen Roy as the type who liked girls that dress themselves up; maybe I'm wrong. I let my hair out of towel it's been in since I got out of the shower and look at myself one more time. I decide to not dwell on it and continue to get ready. Once I'm done, I make my way downstairs. Roy is sitting by the front door, waiting for me. I grab my sweater off the rack, leaning over a little too far, losing my balance, toppling onto Roy. I look at him wide-eyed. He starts laughing. I feel my face heat up again. Damn, I really have to get over this whole 'he's so damn cute I can't stand It,' feeling. "S-s-sorry," I stutter. Damn it, Riza, get it together. I start to get up, but I feel myself being pulled back down. "It's okay," He whispers in my ear. My face is on fire now. I try to keep my composure, smiling lightly before getting up. He gets up; grabbing a big bag. "What's in there?" I ask, He smirks at me, "You'll see." I roll my eyes; predictable.
We go to this park, which, I wouldn't really call it a park. What surprises me is there are actually people here. Roy lays a blanket down under a tree and puts the bag on top. I look around; the majority of people here are couples, spending the afternoon together. "Sit down, "He says. I walk over and sit on the blanket; careful to not let my dress fly up. It's actually warm today, considering winter is just around the corner. I didn't notice Roy staring at me until I looked over his way. "What? Is there something on my face?" I ask. He just continues to smile. I look around to see if any attractive is around us. "No, I'm looking at you. I'm just admiring your beauty." He says. I feel my face turn red. How can he make me feel so uncomfortable after all this time! I look away, hiding my face. "It's nothing to be ashamed of; it's something to be proud of." He continues. I look out of the corner of my, and see him lay down on the blanket. I scoot down a little, and lay down as well. "I love watching the clouds," I say. I feel myself relax and close my eyes. "That one looks like a cat," I hear Roy say. I open my eyes and see his finger in the air. I look to where he is pointing, "Or a Tiger." I close my eyes again and take in the fresh air. It really is a lovely day.
Roys' POV
So far, my plan has gone smoothly. After we ate the lunch I made early this morning, we start to head back to the house. "So, where's that cake you promised me?" I look over at Riza, who has a smile on her face. I chuckle, "Patients is the key to everything, my dear," I see her muff up. When we get back to the house, I immediately go to the kitchen. I get out the things I need. I hear footsteps coming into the kitchen. "Out," I say. "Excuse me?" I hear her say. "You're not helping me. I am making dinner on my own." She continues to stand there. "Can I keep you company?" She asks. I look over at her, "Of course; but under one condition; don't judge my cooking skills." She smiles, "No problem."
After dinner, which I won't brag, but I didn't do too bad. I clean up the dishes, and put them away. I told Riza to go relax, but I highly doubt that she'll actually listen. Once I'm finished, I go up stairs. I bring with me two plates, forks and a knife; I also get the cake I hide in fridge. I'm shocked Riza didn't end up finding it. I walk up the stairs I notice my door is open, so I know she isn't in there. I walk down the hall and knock on the door before I enter Rizas' room. She is sitting on her bed; reading a book. "I wouldn't call that relaxing." I say. "Well, you might not, but I do." She says; not looking up from her book. "Shit," I say. She puts her book down and looks at me. "What's wrong?" She asks. "I forgot to get candles." She laughs. "It's okay, I don't like candles; they make the cake all waxy." I take the cake out of the box. I look over at Riza; a huge smile across her face. "Don't sing to me. I can't stand that." She tells me. I give her a look but then sigh, "Fine."
We sit there in silence while we eat cake. I look over at Riza. I notice she has a little frosting on her cheek. I reach over and graze my thumb across her cheek. I see her freeze when I touch her cheek. I lick my thumb. I smile at her. "Are you ready for presents?" I ask. She furrows her brows at me. "Roy, I told you-. "I cut her off. "I know, but I don't really listen." She huffs. I lean back and grab the two tiny boxes behind me, "Here," I hand them to her. She gives me a curious look, and opens one of them boxes. She opens the one with the diamond earrings I got her. "Oh, Roy, they're beautiful." She says. I smile at her. She takes out the pearl earrings she has in and replaces them with hr new ones. "Thank you," She says. "Open the other one." I say, pointing at the other small box. She picks it up and tears off the wrapping; neatly if I might add. I watch her facial expressions. She opens the box, "A hawk?" She asks. "Yeah, you know, like Hawkeye." I say. She looks at it for a minute, and notices the initials I had engraved into the back. "Thank you, Roy." She says. "Want me to help put it on?" I ask. She nods. I take the necklace and put it gently around her neck. We're so close our noses are touching. I can hear her heartbeat speed up. Once I get it clasped, I don't move. I keep my eyes on hers, and slowly brush my lips against hers. I didn't notice, but I realize my hands are shaking. I leave my lips on hers, and kiss her again. She doesn't push away, which surprises me. What happens next really surprises me; she kisses me back.
Rizas' POV
I know this is wrong. I know I shouldn't do this, but I don't care. I want this; deep down, this is what I've wanted all along. I only pray that he doesn't stop. I feel myself being pushed back onto the bed. He continues to kisses me, hovering over me. I feel his hands wander; looking for the zipper of my dress. "On the side," I whisper. I notice I'm breathing heavy. "Huh?" He asks; panting. "My zipper; it's on the side." I say. He straightens himself. Damn; I shouldn't have said anything. "Are you sure?" He asks. I look up at him, "Sure of what?" He runs a hand through his soft black locks. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I feeling my conscience tell me know, but my inner demon says yes; and this time, I have to go with her. "Yes. " I say. He hovers back over me. He finds my zipper and slowly un-zips it. Once I have my arms and head out of it, my lips are on his again. My shaky hands work furiously to get the buttons on his shirt off. He reaches around and un-clips my bra. Finally, I free his of his shirt, and my hands are grasping the waist of his black dress pants. I feel his hands all over me; making their way down; lower and lower. With every inch he moves, my dress comes off even more. Finally; after we managed to de-cloth each other; we're left there in each other's arms. "Are you ready?" He asks. I nod, unable to speak. He takes it slow at first; careful to not to rough. As I adjust to it, he picks up the speed; I find myself meeting his every thrust. I feel the tension build up inside me. After a couple of minutes, I feel that tension release itself.
We lay there; looking at the moon that lights the night sky. I run my fingers across Roys' chest. "I think I love you, Riza." He says; kissing my forehead. "I love you too," I whisper. I feel his chest shake; he chuckles, "Really? I thought you'd never admit to it," I rest my chin on his chest; looking up at him, "What's that suppose to mean?" I ask. "I've known that for a long time. You make it very obvious." He says. "Well, there's a first time for everything."