I know these are all pretty short, as far as chapters go. So Im hoping to put up at least two at a time so you guys dont get bored having to wait for like... 100 words at a time haha :] Anywho. R&R, Enjoy!!

Ch. 4

Roy's P.O.V.

The streetlights were rushing past us, illuminating everything for a brief second before fading back into the dark. It was all going to smoothly, down to every last detail. So why did I feel so damn nervous? Riza's hands were fidgeting at the bottom of the dress, so I guess she was feeling the same way. This was… all pretty new to us. Everybody knew that we had a special bond, something that nobody understood or had for their own. We were always professional, almost overly so. But to ensure our jobs, to make sure nobody had suspected anything while we were together, it was all worth it to keep her by my side as much as possible.

But now it was just Riza and I. Together. How I've always wanted to just hold her in my arms, feel her soft lips pressed against mine in an innocent kiss, our first kiss. I caught the corner of my bottom lip between my teeth, leashing my fantasies.

The carriage stopped outside the address I had given the driver. A small bistro. A small, empty bistro. Apparently being in the military had its perks. All I had to do was state my name and request and the owner had no problem helping me set tonight up. The chauffer opened the door once more.
"Here we are sir."

I got out of the cart, holding my hand out to help Riza down the single step. On her first step, her foot slipped and she pitched forward, her hands gripped my shoulders for stability, her torso suddenly pressed against mine. She flushed, a short gasp escaping her.

"Are you alright? You aren't hurt are you?" Concern filled my voice as I helped her straighten up.
"Im alright. I guess Im not used to wearing heels." She smiled gently, trying to joke.

I chucked, taking her arm again gently. Leading her inside, I couldn't shake off how wonderful it felt to have her so close, if only for a brief moment.

Riza's P.O.V.

My heart was officially going six hundred miles an hour. I don't know if my body just wanted to be closer to him, or if I really tripped with this forsaken heels, but if felt nice. I followed him into the charming, brick building. We stepped through the doors and I stopped, looking around in awe. Every surface seemed to be covered in hundreds of tea-light candles, illuminating the entire room just enough to give the air a romantic feel. He laughed quietly, guiding me over to the table where he pulled out the chair for me to sit. I smiled, thanking him.

"This is all lovely, Colo—"
"Roy," He interjected quickly, "Please."
I blushed, "Roy." I tested the name on my tongue, liking the way it felt.
"You don't mind if I call you Riza, do you?"
My lips curved into a smile, "Just for tonight." I teased.

A waiter came out of the kitchen, his accent heavy with Italian influence. Roy ordered a bottle of red wine and two glasses of water. I looked over the menu, finally settling on the ravioli with a white wine reduction sauce. Simple enough, not too messy. Roy ordered pasta and meatballs.

"So… all of this for my birthday? I've never seen anything like this." My eyes were wandering around the room again, all the flickering candles seemed to be winking back at me."
"Well, you seem overdue for something special. Something just for you. You always work so hard, you put so much overtime on my behalf. You fix the messes Havoc and the others cause. You always have a level head, and you, Riza, are our voice of reason in times of chaos. You deserve this, and so much more." Roy spoke carefully, like it was all building up inside him and he had to choose what he wanted to say now.

My gaze fixed on him, throat tightening a little and my vision was cloudy. I never thought about how much I do aside from the mountains of paperwork. I honestly did not think I was that important to anybody. But I would never ask for anything in return. In this military, you work as a team, you work for the team.

"Riza, you do so much. Is there anything you need? At all?" He asked, seeming troubled that over the years I never asked for anything.
You. My brain automatically responded. I shook my head, fighting my emotions. I wont ruin this night by crying.

"This is perfect, Roy. More than I could ever have imagined. Thank you."